I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

Wu Haoran was stunned for a moment, Xie Mingzhou agreed to him so readily?

He secretly laughed, Xie Mingzhou, a dirtbag, probably didn't know their Wu's status in the martial arts circle at all.

Wu Haoran took down two sharp swords from the stage. The production team of "The Legend of the Dragon" is unprecedentedly luxurious, and the sabers of several leading actors are all made by old-fashioned real sword manufacturers.

Xie Mingzhou took the hilt of the sword, from the weight to the sharpness of the blade, it was much finer than the crew of "Da Ming Chun Qiu".

Seeing Xie Mingzhou's hesitation, Wu Haoran laughed mockingly: "This sword is not a prop, Brother Xie, are you sure it's okay? If you get injured, this scene will be difficult to shoot."

Xie Mingzhou retracted his sword and said indifferently: "Don't worry."

Wu Haoran looked at Xie Mingzhou's slender figure and shook his head, afraid that he would have to control his strength for a while.

Fu Yan looked at the two people in the arena with a serious expression. Wu Haoran was muscular, while Xie Mingzhou was tall and thin.

Xie Mingzhou has been with him for five years, so he doesn't have any swordsmanship skills. In the past, he often vomited and fainted due to malnutrition.Although he never paid much attention to it—Xie Mingzhou brought his illness to the set to see him, and he was still in bed with his new love.

"Thank you..." Fu Yan frowned, subconsciously wanted to call Xie Mingzhou's name, but stopped.

He actually worried about Xie Mingzhou's safety?

In the middle of the arena, Wu Haoran walked up and clasped his fists together: "I'm offended."

Wu Haoran has been influenced by traditional martial arts since he was a child, and has always had a strong sense of faith in martial arts.

Xie Mingzhou smiled slightly: "Please first."

It means, let Wu Haoran make the first move.

The onlookers were shocked and took out their cameras to take pictures.

Wu Haoran didn't expect Xie Mingzhou to be so magnanimous, he suddenly raised his eyes, and swung his sword forward. After all, he didn't know the opponent's strength, so he had restrained strength.

"Chiga—"

With a strong wind blowing in front of his head, Xie Mingzhou put his sword hand on his back and deftly turned sideways.

Wu Haoran's face was relaxed, but his heart was tight.He paused for less than a second, turned around and stabbed straight away, with even stronger strength.

"Shua—!" Xie Mingzhou seemed to see through his intentions, his waist was nimble, and he took a step sideways, as if walking in a garden.

Again, missed again? !

Wu Haoran raised his head in surprise, Xie Mingzhou had no intention of attacking at all, and looked at him with great interest.

There is something!Wu Haoran's eyes, who didn't think so at first, suddenly became serious, he clenched the hilt of his sword and slashed out, and then changed course in the air—falsely slashing back, Xie Mingzhou was caught off guard like a gust of wind!

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingzhou was faster than him, he strode around to the blind spot beside him.

There was no end to the wind of swords brushing, but the sound of swords meeting each other was never heard.

A strong sense of frustration welled up in Wu Haoran's heart—when he was facing off against Master and Uncle Guo, he never missed so many moves!

With thin sweat on his forehead, Wu Haoran resorted to vigorous swordsmanship routines, pointing, collapsing, cutting, chopping, turning the sword violently with his hands, dancing vigorously.

But it didn't touch Xie Mingzhou's clothes at all.

Uncle Guo, an insider, looked at the two thoughtfully. Wu Haoran acted fiercely and powerfully as before, but Xie Mingzhou softened the rigidity, made accurate predictions, and was as dexterous as a swallow——

Such an accurate prediction may not be able to be achieved even if he has practiced swordsmanship for ten years. How did Xie Mingzhou do it?

But Xie Mingzhou only defended but not attacked, it looked like he was testing Wu Haoran's skills.

Uncle Guo's prediction was correct, Xie Mingzhou really wanted to take this opportunity to test the level of swordsmanship of modern people.

The ancient people's swordsmanship emphasized precision and concealment, sealing the throat with one blow, while the modern people emphasize gorgeous moves, vigorous and vigorous.

Since ancient times, traditional swordsmanship has been based on life and death, but it has been passed down to performances and tends to decline.

The actors on the sidelines took out their cameras one after another, and laymen watched the fun.

"Damn it, Brother Hao is awesome! He's so handsome, this is traditional swordsmanship!"

"Why didn't Xie Mingzhou make a move! He knows how to hide!"

"Is this crushing by strength?? Brother Xie, make a move!"

"He's scared, he's scared!"

Director Fang also saw the gods, Wu Haoran's movements were really beautiful, in line with all his fantasies about a perfect play, and Xie Mingzhou, Xie Mingzhou was the same as the audition that day, with a light body, and the light work must be pleasing to the eye.

But he doesn't seem to be good at wielding a sword.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't, he will ask Uncle Guo and Wu Haoran to help him at worst.

Xie Mingzhou still didn't make a move, with a relaxed look on his face, Wu Haoran became more and more anxious, his patience was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and slashed forward with all his might——

The strength was so strong that everyone was suffocated.

Xie Mingzhou glanced out of the corner of his eyes, turned sideways with one hand behind his back, coldly passed his throat, and calmly circled behind Wu Haoran.

In the next second, Wu Haoran suddenly felt his wrist go numb, and when he loosened his strength, the blade of the sword slipped from his hand.

Wu Haoran's brain went blank after being tricked, and everyone in the audience opened their eyes wide, watching the sword in Wu Haoran's hand fall to the ground with a clang, and bounce again.

Then the person behind him picked it up easily with a sword, and the falling blade flew into the air again.

Before everyone could see what happened, Xie Mingzhou firmly grasped the sword blade in the air, and the heavy blade swung across 90 degrees instantly like a swallow.

Wu Haoran's pupils shrank.

——Jianfeng stopped ten centimeters away from Wu Haoran's throat.

Bringing up the hair around Wu Haoran's ear and the fallen leaves on the ground, elegant and neat.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Mingzhou didn't swing his own sword.

Wu Haoran's heart was pounding, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He had an intuition that if it was in ancient times, he would have been killed by the sword.

He turned his head and met a pair of beautiful and smiling peach blossom eyes.

Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips, and said casually: "I've offended you."

Deception, counterattack, this is only the first lesson the royal swordsman taught him.

The more fancy the moves, the faster you die.

As soon as the voice fell, no one in the audience reacted.

"Huh? What just happened?"

"What what? Brother Xie won? Brother Xie didn't move much, but just that one, so handsome!"

"Oh my god, I can't think of it, brother Xie can actually learn swordsmanship! tql!!"

Fu Yan looked a little magical. When did Xie Mingzhou learn swordsmanship behind his back? ?How many surprises does Xie Mingzhou have that he doesn't know?

Director Fang was also stunned, he just wanted to go up to discuss teaching Xie Mingzhou with the martial arts instructor, so it seemed that the clown was actually himself!

From this point of view, compared with the gorgeous moves, the clean and neat movement of sealing the throat with a sword is more difficult and more touching.He can't wait to watch Xie Mingzhou's follow-up filming of fight scenes, on the roof of the mountain, in the bamboo forest and in the pool.

He had a vague premonition that this role must have a huge influence on Xie Mingzhou.

In the middle of the arena, Xie Mingzhou held the hilt of the sword in his backhand, and handed the slipped sword forward to Wu Haoran.

The huge gap caused Wu Haoran's chest to heave violently. Looking at him blankly, he asked, "Who are you?"

In the past five years, what happened to Xie Mingzhou that made him change his face to this point?Where did that cowardly and humble Xie Mingzhou go?

He has been learning swordsmanship for more than ten years, and he has fought against many masters in the same sect, but none of them can match the oppressive force of Xie Mingzhou's blow just now. He has no power to fight back, as if his every move is under Xie Mingzhou's control.

He has more or less seen famous people in domestic fencing circles, but he has never heard of someone like Xie Mingzhou.

"I just learned it when I was a child." Xie Mingzhou wrote lightly, looked at Wu Haoran's unconvinced expression like a little lion, and said with admiration: "How long have you been studying? The response is good."

This sentence is true, Wu Haoran's strength and reaction are good, and he is not very old. If he was born in ancient times, he would indeed be a good seed for martial arts.

Hearing Xie Mingzhou's praise, Wu Haoran felt very awkward, pulled off the hilt of his sword, and said stubbornly: "More than ten years."

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows in disapproval: "No wonder, the foundation is very solid, and then practice the accuracy."

Wu Haoran was taken aback for a moment, the evaluation was exactly the same as his master Zhao Jingwen's.

His master is currently the pinnacle master of traditional martial arts, determined to bring traditional martial arts to the world, and often lectures him on the essentials of martial arts, but how did the people in front of him realize this.

Wu Haoran pursed his lips, and said unconvinced, "How did you find out?"

Xie Mingzhou laughed lowly: "The true ancient swordsmanship emphasized concealment and speed, and the key to concealment lies in the control of precision, timing, strength, and angle."

But in modern times, traditional swords have been replaced by technological weapons, and fencing has become an entertainment skill.

Hearing someone's understanding of ancient swordsmanship for the first time, Wu Haoran opened his eyes wide, as if he had opened the door to a new world.He raised his eyes instinctively, and the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes near him were slightly lifted up. When he looked carefully, the pupils were unfathomable.

Wu Haoran was stunned for a moment, and it was the first time he found that Xie Mingzhou's eyes were so beautiful when he looked at him from a close distance.

Different from Fu Yan's indifferent eyes, they were mysterious and extravagant.

Xie Mingzhou approached slightly, teasingly said: "What's wrong?"

Wu Haoran's heart became hot, and he turned his head in embarrassment, even the hair on the top of his head was a little fried.

He really didn't want to admit that his and Xie Mingzhou's martial arts skills were not at the same level at all.

Xie Mingzhou looked at Wu Haoran's awkward little expression, chuckled, and patted his hairy head meaningfully: "You are very cute, looking forward to the future scenes."

It is not easy for this child to persist in the pursuit of martial arts in modern times.

Wu Haoran paused for breath, and the roots of his ears turned red involuntarily.

Yes, cute? !

"Haoran." Wu Haoran's manager came over, greeted Xie Mingzhou, and boasted, "Both of you played well."

Wu Haoran nodded with a dazed expression, still thinking about what Xie Mingzhou said just now, his face still enthusiastic.

Xie Mingzhou nodded towards the two of them, put down the blade of the sword, and walked to the sidelines.

Seeing Xie Mingzhou walking away, Wu Haoran's manager restrained his smile and asked seriously: "Brother Hao, how do you feel? Are we still fighting for the role of Rong Xiu, or should we tell Mr. Wang..."

Wu Haoran's face turned cold, and he said impatiently, "Can't you tell what level Xie Mingzhou is?"

He couldn't beat him, but he still made a fool of himself in front of his favorite brother Yan! !

Seeing that he said something wrong, the manager quickly shut up to keep safe, the little ancestor of the Wu family is not easy to mess with.

Wu Haoran looked in Fu Yan's direction, but within two seconds, his eyes were subconsciously attracted by Xie Mingzhou's tall and straight back, and he fell into deep thought

Xie Mingzhou was completely different from his impression.He couldn't help being shaken, Xie Mingzhou came to the film crew, was it really just for Fu Yan?

Standing on the sidelines, Fu Yan looked at Xie Mingzhou who was walking towards him with a smile, and moved his lips in a complicated mood: "Ming Zhou."

However, Xie Mingzhou's eyes did not stay on him, but fell to the person behind him with a full smile.

"Fang Dao." Xie Mingzhou bypassed him, walked to Fang Dao's side, and smiled.

"Xiao Xie, I won't worry about you playing this game in the future." Director Fang was very satisfied and patted Xie Mingzhou's shoulder.

Fu Yan, who was ignored, looked back at the two talking and laughing, his eyes gradually darkened, and he clenched his fists tightly.

In the evening, Xie Mingzhou moved to the hotel where the crew stayed.

After a day of tossing around on the set, Xie Mingzhou took a hot bath early, wrapped himself in a loose white bathrobe and came out, his tight waistline looming.

He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking coffee and flipping through the script in his hand.

After watching for 2 minutes, there was a knock on the door.

Xie Mingzhou thought for a while, how did Wen Tao turn back not long after he left.

He walked to the door, opened the door and leaned against the wall, said with a light smile, "Why, do you want to come back and throw yourself into your arms?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the person in front of him were red, and he pulled his arm, and his strong body forced him to the corner.

Xie Mingzhou was caught off guard, staggered back two steps, and then a sneer flashed across his beautiful eyes.

"Bam—!!"

At the same moment, in the corner of the corridor where no one was paying attention, there was an extremely slight sound of taking pictures.