After I left Jianghu, I was forced to become popular [Wearing Books]

"Don't be impatient," Shi Jian's slightly cold voice was in stark contrast to Wang Liming's, "tell me and listen."

There was a little panic in Wang Liming's tone: "I heard that some black powder has picked up your address and poured red paint on your door."

"Good," Shi Jian was a little surprised by Wang Liming's fuss, his voice was still unhurried, "Thank them for me."

Wang Liming:? ? ?

It's all burning buttocks, and I still need to thank you?

I'm afraid Shi Jian is out of his mind? !

"Shi Jian," Wang Liming's voice raised slightly, "Did you get paint splashed on your brain too!?"

Hearing Wang Liming's tone was wrong, Shi Jian instantly realized the cultural differences between the two places.

——This so-called "splashing red paint on the door" is not a custom they use to ward off evil spirits.

Judging from Wang Liming's reaction, it shouldn't be a good thing.

"No injustice, no enmity, why?" Shi Jian, who didn't know the inside story, lowered his eyes and continued to ask calmly.

"Why do you say?" Wang Liming's voice was a little headache, "Isn't it because you always hold on to Chu Xingchen?"

"Not only did the incident of climbing the bed come to light, but now Nie Yuze also took the opportunity to come out and make trouble, saying that you couldn't catch up with him, so he turned against Chu Xingchen," Wang Liming said angrily.

"The fans of the two companies are almost crazy now, clamoring to challenge you one-on-one," Wang Liming took a breath, "You should keep a low profile on the road in the future, and run quickly when you see someone trying to throw something at you, do you hear me?"

fan?

Is it the slippery, melt-in-your-mouth food he's thinking of?

Wang Liming chattered a lot, while Shi Jian was still thinking about whether the "fans" here were the same thing as the vermicelli he knew.

"Everyone wants to fight you one-on-one..." Wang Liming added with a headache.

Shi Jian blinked and basically understood the meaning of the words.

Except for the last sentence.

"One-on-one?" Shi Jian's beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked.

"Dueling for a man, it sounds like..." How could it be so similar to a martial arts contest to recruit relatives?

It's just a competition to recruit relatives, can it also be for men here?

"It sounds outrageous," Wang Liming interrupted Shi Jian before he finished speaking, "but it's the truth."

Wang Liming, who hasn't been on the set for the past few days and doesn't know about Shi Jian's strength, continued to threaten, "Be careful in the future, with your small body, you will be out of luck."

Shi Jian: ...

"Don't worry." He comforted Wang Liming in a cold voice, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

——After all, when meeting him, no matter what, it seemed that the other party was more unlucky.

"By the way," Wang Liming seemed to have thought of something, "There is one more thing."

"Did you know that there is a big shot in the nearby crew?" Wang Liming's voice was a little excited, "The kind that can fly!"

"I'll send you a video when the time comes, it's so handsome," Shi Jian could feel Wang Liming's excitement even through the receiver, "You can fly over the wall without using the wire."

"Aren't you also filming this type of scene recently?" The topic finally returned to Shi Jian, and Wang Liming started chattering again, "Look at the video carefully and learn from it. If you can do half of this big guy Professional, I don't worry..."

Shi Jian was silent.

"This person...could be me." Shi Jian said after some consideration.

"Hahahahaha, what are you kidding?" Wang Liming laughed mercilessly.

Shi Jian: ...

"I know more about how much you weigh than you do. By the way, how is the wire hanging today? How many times did you NG? Did the director train you?"

Wang Liming continued to question, but countless thoughts flashed through Shi Jian's mind.

Besides yourself, is there anyone who doesn't use Wia?

Are you a martial artist here?

Or... not only you, but you can wear it in the book?

However, Shi Jian's countless guesses and countermeasures came to an abrupt end after watching the video sent by Wang Liming.

This footwork, this posture... so familiar.

Indeed he was right.

*******

The filming progress of the crew is fast.

Although Shi Jian's scenes have been changed and a few scenes have been added, there are still not many scenes. After several filmings, Shi Jian ushered in his last scene on the set.

Because of the order of shooting, the more difficult scenes to perform were shot later. This is also the last scene of the entire crew.

This scene is the last test of Mu Anlan played by Shi Jian and General He Yun played by Chu Xingchen. The two were supposed to meet each other on the battlefield, but Mu Anlan blocked the general's arrow.

This is Shi Jian's finale scene, and it is also an important moment for General He Yun, played by Chu Xingchen, to die and survive.

"Shi Jian, is it okay?" The director was still a little worried, "The emotion of the arrow must be expressed well. This time the shot needs to be shot with a face, pay attention to showing layers."

"No problem." Shi Jian nodded, his peach eyes drooping slightly carelessly.

"Dinner after filming," Chu Xingchen changed into costumes, and seemingly unintentionally reminded Shi Jian, "I heard that today's meal is good."

Shi Jian's drooping eyes lit up instantly.

"Director, let's start." The rice will not taste good when it's cold.

Shi Jian urged indifferently on the surface.

"Come, come, all departments are ready," the director's voice sounded from the loudspeaker, "Three, two, one, action!"

As the director's voice sounded, the audience fell silent.

Shi Jian closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes moved, casting a faint shadow.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was different.

Shi Jian felt as if he had returned to the martial arts world of swords and swords.

"Very good, keep it up!" The director's satisfied voice came.

The scene was still a fighting scene at the beginning, but due to the news of Mu Anlan played by Shi Jian, the general suffered heavy losses along the way, and in the end only a few survivors survived.

Dressed up in disguise at the end, Qingche Jian was ambushed by the enemy army on his way back to the camp.

When I saw Shi Jian's play again, I still felt as meticulous and thrilling as before.

Shi Jian's hand holding the sword was unbelievably good-looking. He flipped his wrist, and the camera slowly moved upwards, and a peerless face was zoomed in on the camera.

There was a murderous intent visible to the naked eye in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

As the bony wrist turned the hilt, the sword also slowly turned. The sharp sword body reflected Shi Jian's superior jaw, reflecting a trace of coldness.

He habitually held a sword flower, and the sword became faster and faster as he moved, and everyone couldn't even see how this move was made, they just felt like a stream of light flashed, and silver lights fell into their eyes.

Shi Jian's face was extremely beautiful, and when he was quiet, he even looked like a sickly beauty, but when he picked up the sword, he seemed to be a different person, the murderousness and beauty blended seamlessly.

Dangerous and charming.

The sword in his hand seemed to be alive, hissing and piercing the wind, and the corners of his clothes fluttered with his movements. When he touched the sword, his lotus steps were like wind, his movements were as light as swallows, and his moves were as fast as lightning. All the way until hitting the gate of life, the cold temperament of the whole body made people dare not even look directly at him.

The white clothes flew up and down in layers, with a touch of coldness in the eyes, the movements of opening and closing and the constantly dancing sword in the hand, the setting sun and the breeze accompanied by the breath of killing, the beautiful face and the corner of the mouth with a slight smile, Together they form a beautiful picture.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, quietly watching Shi Jian's play.

There is seriousness and piety in the eyes.

Every fight scene of Shi Jian made them feel shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

It was a trembling from the soul.

This fighting scene is not like the small fights that I have seen in filming before, and it does not rely on post-production special effects. This is the real move.

The movements in this scene are almost all designed by Shi Jian, there are many movements but not dazzling, the murderous intent and determination revealed in each move makes people feel like they are actually there.

Four punches are no match for many hands, and the emotions on the scene have been pulled to the extreme by Shi Jian's fighting scene. He clearly knew that he was filming a scene, but he couldn't help but sweat uncontrollably for Mu Anlan and the general.

"Be careful--"

An arrow cut through the air and pierced straight towards the general's back.

Too fast to be caught off guard.

Mu Anlan staggered and flew over, pushing the general away.

The arrow falls.

Blood gushed out of Mu Anlan's chest, and he fell backwards, but fell into the arms of the general.

"General..." Mu Anlan struggled to pull out a smile, but her expression was half crying, "I'm sorry."

"Mu Anlan!"

The general's eyes turned red in an instant, and the originally amiable and respectable general instantly looked like a Shura crawling out of hell, killing gods when he saw gods, and killing Buddhas when he saw Buddhas.

The setting sun in the west was like blood, and the whole land seemed to be dyed red, and it was hard to tell whether it was the afterglow of the setting sun or the blood.

Mu Anlan, who was hit by the arrow, wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve without hesitation: "No problem."

"continue."

The blood-red sunset glow is getting stronger and stronger, the cold light is shining everywhere, the sky is heavy with soul knots, and the ghosts and gods are gathered in the clouds.

In the end, Mu Anlan still fell under a tree with a crooked neck that had been cut in half, his expression was neither sad nor happy, he just quietly looked at the silhouette of the general under the remnant clouds, and pulled the corner of his mouth laboriously.

There is a touch of self-deprecation and bitterness in the smile.

"Why?" After the enemy retreated, the general gently embraced Mu Anlan with a vicious aura and the smell of blood all over his body, and looked at him fixedly.

"You're right in your suspicions." Mu Anlan paled and sat up with difficulty, "I passed on the information, and the route... I also passed it on."

"The spy you want to catch has always... been me."

"I'm sorry." He apologized again and again.

Mu Anlan seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her eyes drooped, she turned her head away, her voice could not hear any emotion: "You... take me back to work."

"Why?" The general, with blood still dripping from the tip of his knife, just repeated a question.

As an actor, Chu Xingchen's professional ability is unquestionable, and the way the other party looked at him made Shi Jian's heart inexplicably sting.

He was replaced by Chu Xingchen in the play.

"My father died because of the war, and my mother was also taken away because of the war." Shi Jian couldn't tell whether he was saying these words or Mu Anlan was saying, "Countless friends who should be free in the world, With a passion for blood, in the end, the dead are dead, and the wounded are wounded."

"Day after day, people are displaced, and loved ones are separated from each other."

He thought of distant memories, old people and things, and shook his head.

"I just, want it to end sooner..."

His body trembled slightly, his eyes looked at the distant void, as if he was muttering to himself, or speaking to the general.

"This battle has been fought for too long."

"General," his confused eyes made people feel distressed, "you say, is it my fault?"

The general was taken aback, his expression was indescribably complicated.

"Yeah, it's been too long." The general dropped his sword and let out a soft sigh.

The sound of horns sounded in the distance, mixed with the calls of crows, like mournful cries.

Shi Jian has completely entered into the previous emotions. The Chu Xingchen in front of him seems to be the General Heyun who can really save the world. His eyes are half melancholy and half relieved: "It's a pity, I can't see it. it's over."

"It seems that you can't take it back to live... It's a job."

Shi Jian raised his hand and gently supported Chu Xingchen's cheek. Just as he touched it, the slender and pale hand fell down as if losing strength.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, trying to show the last trace of a smile.

"General, let the war end as soon as possible."

"May... the mountains and rivers be safe, and the family and country will be safe forever."

The scene was over as the shallow sound of time dissipated in the wind.

Everyone didn't seem to react, and they were still immersed in the scene.

"Okay, Ka—"

There was even a hint of sobs in the director's voice.

After hearing the "card", everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere just now.

Shi Jian's lines and expressiveness seemed to really bring them to that period when the mountains and rivers were in turmoil, and they unconsciously prayed with Shi Jian in their hearts.

It would be nice if the war ended sooner.

It would be great if the mountains and rivers were safe, the country would be safe forever, and there would never be a war.

Everyone stood silently like this, their eyes were even a little sore, even Chu Xingchen maintained the posture of half-embracing Shi Jian and did not move.

Even the arms holding Shi Jian were slightly tighter.

Only Shi Jian realized in an instant, he broke free from Chu Xingchen's embrace, and got up straight away.

"I heard...today's meal was good." Shi Jian glanced at Chu Xingchen and muttered softly.

He still had the arrow stabbed in his chest, raised his eyes and looked at the people who were immersed in emotions, with a touch of sadness and melancholy in their expressions, who still hadn't recovered from their senses, and reminded——

"Is it meal time?"

"If you don't eat it...it will be cold."

The author has something to say:

Everyone: woo woo sympathy!Shi Jian's acting skills are peerless!It's time! It's time! It's time!

Shi Jian: Hungry, hungry QWQ

Meal time (X)

When eating

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"The soul is knotted and the sky is heavy, and the ghosts and gods are gathered together in the clouds." From Li Hua's "Ancient Battlefield Essays"

In fact, whether it is modern or ancient, after the gunshots, there is no winner. Thinking about it now, we are still quite lucky and happy now QWQ

This drama within a play is mainly related to the experience and perception of martial arts before I was a child~ and now Zai Zai has gradually become a countryman and does as the Romans do!

but!The one everyone is familiar with, Li Hua TUT in the English test composition

It was raining yesterday, and I had a headache, and today I wrote tears and snot.

Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out recently!Protects against sun and rain!