Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 309 The Biography of Liu Yifei

"It turns out that the Wudang Sect uses its numbers to bully the few."

"If you don't leave now, you'll get beaten to death by the Wudang dogs."

"This maid, Xiao Zhao, greets Young Master Zhang. Xiao Zhao is a maid under the White-browed Eagle King. Because she offended the Eagle King, he has chained her with cold iron chains."

"Shameless! Just because someone is pretty doesn't mean you look like your mother."

"Young master, are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Even if the whole world wants to kill you, I will stand by your side.

Memories flashed through Zhang Wuji's mind.

As viewers watched the images on the screen, they were also lost in memories, as some of the scenes were from fourteen years ago.

Fourteen years ago he was a child, and now he's a father.

Fourteen years ago, he was in his prime; now he is middle-aged.

Xiao Zhao's dance was very moving; her footwork, whether light or heavy, fast or slow, was always very rhythmic.

Carrara...

Rumble…

With the sound of a mechanism, the heavy stone door slowly opened.

The singing stopped, and Xiao Zhao leaped into the air. When she landed on the ground, her veil covered half of her face again.

Zhang Wuji had no interest in looking at the stone gate, "Xiao Zhao..."

"Young Master, that is the Altar of Light. Back then, the Ming Cult was worried that some unscrupulous people within the cult would learn the secret techniques and harm the martial arts world, poisoning countless lives. So he left a way to break the curse here. Unfortunately, as it has been passed down through generations, the method to open this place has been lost by the Ming Cult in the Central Plains," Xiao Zhao said in a clear voice.

Fearing danger inside, she rushed into the secret chamber before Zhang Wuji could.

"Young master, the methods to break the secret techniques are on this wall, as well as some unique skills from the Persian Ming Cult headquarters. They are all written in Chinese characters, young master, come and take a look!" Xiao Zhao called out.

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment before entering the secret chamber. "Xiao Zhao, take the Sacred Flame Token back first and have the brothers of the Blazing Flame Banner repair the Dragon-Slaying Saber."

"Alright! Young master, I'll be going now." Xiao Zhao took the Sacred Flame Token and glanced back at the young master.

The young master was oblivious, his eyes fixed intently on the wall.

The scene shifts to a raging fire atop Bright Summit, while a massive army presses in from below.

Sisi breathed a sigh of relief; she had empathized with the dance she had just witnessed.

"Who sings this song? The voice sounds familiar." Sisi wondered, it shouldn't be a singer from Hongxingwu.

"Ah Sang." Liu Jing also breathed a sigh of relief; the effect was quite good.

During that scene, the entire theater was completely silent, with only occasional sobs heard at the end.

“Her.” Sisi recognized her immediately; she was indeed familiar with her, as she had sung the theme song “Always Quiet” for the game “Chinese Paladin 1”.

"After I finished writing this song, I originally wanted Zhang Liangying and Xianzi to sing it. They tried it out, but it wasn't quite right. I was considering who would be suitable to sing it when someone was watching 'Chinese Paladin 1' and I thought of A-Sun," Liu Jing explained.

"Who watched 'Chinese Paladin 1'?" Sisi asked in disbelief. "Are you crazy? Watching 'Chinese Paladin 1' now? It's an old show from several years ago."

"Yang Mi." Liu Jing hesitated for a moment before answering honestly.

The news of the upcoming filming of "Chinese Paladin 3" has already been released by Tangren. Yang Mi really likes the character Tang Xuejian and thinks the role suits her very well. Lately, she's been playing the "Chinese Paladin" game every day and has even rewatched "Chinese Paladin 1" several times.

Yang Mi is indeed the queen of awkward silences; Qianqian remained silent.

Cheng Kun, accompanied by the corpse puppet and Zhou Zhiruo, and followed by Yuan soldiers, charged straight towards Bright Peak.

Jing Tian crouched down and returned to her seat; the final battle was about to begin.

After the screening, the main creators will go on stage to be interviewed by the media.

She had almost never experienced anything like this before, so she took it very seriously.

She dressed beautifully and watched many of Sisi's interview videos beforehand, preparing answers to some questions and making ample preparations.

"Jing Tian, ​​when did you become such a good dancer?" Qianqian was quite surprised. She knew this girl's abilities very well, since the two of them were about the same level.

Compared to those who know absolutely nothing about dance, they are naturally much better.

Compared to professionals, they are incomparable; they are merely amateurs.

"Who are you underestimating? I'm a professional dance student." Jing Tian's face lit up. It really was beautiful. Was this my dance?

No, I need to give the editor a bonus and maybe sleep with him for a few days.

I almost had a breakdown while filming this scene a few months ago.

Looking back now, it smelled so good. Brother Jing should have been stricter.

After this dance, who would dare to question their identity as a dance student?

"So professional." Sisi pouted. You're not professional, you almost dropped out. When I was studying at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy, I was at school every day, but mostly in the dormitory.

"Hehehehe..." Jing Tian chuckled.

"Your crying scene was good," Sisi praised. She felt a pang of pity for him just now, and those few tears seemed to have fallen into her heart.

"We filmed over a dozen takes just for a few tears. I just couldn't cry. Back then, I wanted to laugh whenever I danced. Later... later..." Jing Tian stammered, too embarrassed to continue.

"Did you use eye drops later? Or did you peel onions?" Sisi asked curiously.

"Later, Brother Jing said that if this scene wasn't filmed well, he wouldn't want you anymore." Jing Tian pouted, looking indignant. "I kept thinking and thinking, trying to imagine myself in a certain scene, and then tears started falling."

"Hehe, that's good." Sisi felt a little heartbroken, but also a little proud. If he dares to leave me, I won't cry, I'll make him cry.

"I imagined that Brother Jing had passed away young and was being buried. The staff around him were all there to say goodbye. As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes. I danced a little, as a way of sending him off." Jing Tian shared her feelings, since filming was already over.

"..." Sisi fell silent. "You're doing something far more sophisticated than me. At most, I'd make him cry, but you're making him die."

This isn't imagination; it's a curse.

Liu Jing's face darkened. No wonder Jing Tian hugged him and cried after the scene was over, wiping his face with snot and tears, and muttering something under her breath.

He was puzzled at the time, saying, "I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed..."

Looking back now, it was clearly saying, "I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die..."

"Sister Qian, look, look! My moment of glory!" Jing Tian grabbed Qian Qian's arm and shook it.

Cheng Kun advanced with unstoppable momentum, fighting his way from the foot of the mountain to Bright Peak, causing countless deaths and injuries to Ming Cult disciples along the way.

The Five Elements Banner disciples set up a grand formation, but they were also forced to retreat step by step.

The morale of the Ming Cult was greatly low. With their leader gone, they were leaderless and like headless flies.

Even if Yang Xiao shouted louder and the White-browed Eagle King yelled louder, they still couldn't stop the disadvantage.

Fan Yao led his men to guard the rear hall, where the Dragon-Slaying Saber was being repaired.

The situation was critical; some hesitated to move forward, some panicked, and some turned and fled for their lives…

Xiao Zhao was also shouting, "The leader will come out soon, the leader will come out soon..."

No one listened; the army collapsed like a house of cards, and her voice was drowned out by the crowd.

"The cult leader has escaped! The cult leader has escaped!" someone shouted.

Xiao Zhao's expression changed, and she reached to her waist, where a soft whip appeared in her hand.

thump...

She grabbed the man and slammed him onto the drum.

Then he leaped into the air, unleashing a series of kicks, and stomped on the drumhead several times.

dong dong dong...

As the drums beat, Xiao Zhao sang, "Burn my broken body, in the blazing holy fire. What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death? To do good and eliminate evil, only for the sake of light. Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity the people of this world, for they have so many worries."

Xiao Zhao shouted the first line alone, someone followed the second line, the third line was recited sparsely, the fourth line was recited by everyone, and the fifth line resounded throughout the fields.

"Pity the people of this world, for they suffer so much." The last line is filled with soaring spirit.

"Xiao Zhao, a maidservant under the tutelage of the leader, swears to live and die with the Ming Cult!" Xiao Zhao kicked the drum away, her words ringing out in the air.

"Hiss..." Many audience members hissed softly, as if a bolt of lightning shot from their tailbone straight to the top of their head.

"White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng, along with the followers of the Sky Eagle Sect, swears to live and die with the Ming Cult." Yin Tianzheng was the first to respond.

With a mournful cry, Yang Xiao snapped his fingers and killed a fleeing cult member. "Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of Light, swears to live and die with the Ming Cult."

Fan Yao's hoarse voice rang out in the back hall, "Fan Yao, Right Envoy of Light, swears to live and die with the Ming Cult."

"Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, swears to live and die with the Ming Cult." Wei Yixiao's voice echoed everywhere, and with each utterance, a Yuan soldier would fall to the ground.

"Roar……"

A lion's roar came from the foot of the mountain, and countless Yuan soldiers clutched their heads and howled in agony.

By the time the voice faded, they were already halfway up the mountain. "The Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun is here, vowing to live and die with the Ming Cult."

"Yin Yewang of Tianwei Hall led his followers to return to the Ming Cult, vowing to live and die with it."

"Chang Yuchun, the leader of the Jiangnan branch, vows to live and die with the Ming Cult."

……

A sigh echoed from the top of the main hall, "The Purple-Robed Dragon King Dai Qisi, along with the three envoys of Wind, Cloud and Moon, have come to our rescue."

"Song Yuanqiao of Wudang, along with his disciples, has come to the rescue."

"Shaolin Kongwen has arrived with his disciples to provide assistance."

"Kongtong Sect's Heroic Spirit..."

"Mount Hua..."

The sounds rose and fell, forming a continuous chorus, greatly boosting morale.

Yang Xiao led his disciples down from Bright Peak, while the leaders of the six major sects, the Ming Cult's various branches, and the rebel army charged upwards with their troops.

When hatred meets, eyes blaze with fury.

The Golden Lion King lunged at Cheng Kun, but was sent flying by a punch from the Corpse Puppet.

The three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, possessed bizarre martial arts skills and set their sights on the most powerful corpse puppet.

Unfortunately, their strange tricks were useless against the corpse puppets, which were impervious to blades and spears and could not dodge or defend themselves.

He entered the fray decisively, and exited just as decisively, getting beaten to the point of vomiting blood in just a few moves.

“Old Lion, here you go…” Fan Yao gripped the crimson Dragon-Slaying Saber, his figure shifting as he appeared before the Golden-Haired Lion King. “Leave Cheng Kun to me, the Dragon-Slaying Saber is yours. Go beat that freak up.”

Yang Mi laughed. It was a mistake not to bring Liu Shishi along today.

Laughing and laughing, he sighed softly. This shouldn't be called "The Sacred Flame of Yin and Yang," it should be called "The Story of Xiao Zhao."

Wang Pangzi also sighed. He sat in the corner, his arm around a woman who looked remarkably like Chingmy Yau. "This play should be called 'The Story of Xiao Zhao,' not 'The Sacred Flame of Yin and Yang.' What a pity..."

Unfortunately, people of the same kind have different fates, and people with the same umbrella have different handles.

When filming "The Kung Fu Cult Master," he added a lot of scenes for Chingmy Yau, for which he got a beating.

Liu Jing's similar actions added a lot of drama to Jing Tian's story, but no one beat him up.

Fatty Wang felt a pang of jealousy and resentment; he was so angry and felt incredibly unfair. Liu Yifei was the same; her eyes looked like they wanted to stab someone, but she just wouldn't.

Not only Yang Mi and Fatty Wang, but many people had the same thought: this drama should be called "The Legend of Xiao Zhao." On screen, Xiao Zhao repeatedly fought despite defeats, a truly tragic and heroic scene.

She, Dai Qisi, and Zhao Min ganged up on Zhou Zhiruo. Three women against one woman, their numbers were useless, and they were completely outmatched.

On the other side, those who weren't ranked were fighting the Corpse Puppet, which was like feeding them vegetables.

The Corpse Puppet was only wary of the Dragon-Slaying Saber. He wielded the Heaven-Reliant Sword, and the other experts were killed one by one with a kick and one by one with a sword.

Fan Yao was defeated by Cheng Kun and suffered a crushing defeat, vomiting three liters of blood. Ironically, he was the most normal one.

At the crucial moment, a hero appears: Zhang, the leader, bursts forth from the stone. He delivers a punch to the corpse puppet, saving the White-browed Eagle King, Yin Tianzheng.

"Wuji, take this." The Golden Lion King handed over the sword, for only when the precious blade was in the hands of his adopted son could it unleash its full power.

Now that someone is facing off against the corpse puppet, he's going to fight Cheng Kun to the death.

Zhou Zhiruo displayed her extraordinary power, and apart from Zhang Wuji, no one could rival her.

The Nine Yin White Bone Claw is even more bizarre than the martial arts of the Three Envoys of Wind, Cloud and Moon. A mere graze will cause injury, and a direct hit will leave several bloody holes.

The male hero is fighting against the corpse puppet; it's time for the female hero to step in.

A fierce wind howled, and a jade-like hand gently caressed the strings of an ancient zither.

Atop the ginkgo tree, a figure in pale yellow robes fluttered by, revealing only their back.

Walking on air, ink-wash ripples appear in the sky.

As the music reached her, Zhou Zhiruo's claws suddenly faltered.

"Liu Yifei, it's Liu Yifei..."

Before the person even showed their face, some audience members recognized them and shouted excitedly.

"I hate spoilers..." Liu Jing muttered, the carefully planned entrance scene was now half ruined.

The news that Sisi would star in "The Yin-Yang Sacred Fire Order" was not disclosed to the outside world.

In the 2003 broadcast of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", Sissi played the woman in yellow, but it did not cause much of a sensation.

Everyone was only surprised by the girl's aloofness; their main attention was still on Jia Jingwen, Gao Yuanyuan, Guo Feili, and the others.

At that time, "The Story of a Noble Family" had just been broadcast, and "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was still in production. Liu Yifei was not even a nobody.

Things are different now. In just four years, the situation has completely changed.

Just a glimpse of his back caused a stir at the scene.

Her face was revealed, and it was indeed Liu Yifei, with a calm expression and a cool demeanor.

The woman in the yellow dress spread her sleeves, like a golden-winged roc, and swooped down from the top of the ginkgo tree.

Twelve golden bell ropes flew out from her sleeve, pinning twelve major acupoints on Zhou Zhiruo's body.

Upon landing, the stone slab shattered, and the cracks formed a diagram of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

Behind her were two maids, tall and beautiful, who were her two best friends, Tang Yan and Zhou Yang.

Zhou Zhiruo broke free of the golden bell rope and shouted, "Sword, come!"

The music temporarily freed her from the control of the mind-controlling spell, but it was even more shocking.

Many of the heroes she had defeated were lying around her, and they had almost been subdued by the woman in yellow with a single move.

She knew that without the power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, she would probably be no match for him.

With unpredictable movements, Zhou Zhiruo snatched the Heaven-Slaying Sword from the corpse puppet and pounced on the woman in yellow again.

The woman in yellow flicked her fingertips, knocking the Heaven Sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

"When did the Buddha's light of Mount Emei become a blood-red shadow that obscures the sun? If Lady Guo Xiang could see this today, she would probably sigh again that she has misled countless lives." The woman in yellow showed no sorrow or joy, her eyes as clear as glass.

"What kind of martial art is this?" Zhou Zhiruo asked sharply as her arm went numb.

"Flick of the Finger." The woman in yellow took the Heaven-Slaying Sword and casually used her swordsmanship to knock off Zhou Zhiruo's hairpin, without harming her in the slightest.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Zhou Zhiruo took a few steps back, cold sweat pouring down her back.

"The Jade Maiden's Pure Heart Sword Technique." The woman in yellow answered the question.

"Fine! Let me show you what I'm capable of." Zhou Zhiruo's expression was ferocious, her ten fingers sharp.

The woman in yellow clashed with the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, one radiating an ethereal and righteous aura, the other exuding a sinister and malevolent aura.

"How do you know the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?" Zhou Zhiruo exclaimed.

"The Nine Yin White Bone Claw may not be the most powerful martial art in the world." The woman in yellow seemed to be sparring with Zhou Zhiruo, casually deflecting the frenzied attack.

Zhou Zhiruo gradually went mad; her inner turmoil and the relapse of her mind-controlling technique made her moves increasingly fierce.

"Holy crap, that's a total thrashing!" Jing Tian exclaimed in amazement. When filming this epic battle scene, it was so chaotic that she didn't understand it at all.

Now that it's been edited out, it's truly breathtaking.

“This… senior, Zhi Ruo has been bewitched by a mind-controlling spell. I will tell you how to save her…” Zhang Wuji, despite his busy schedule, was still keeping an eye on the situation here.

"Why go through all that trouble? Just focus on killing the enemy." The woman in yellow said calmly, her water sleeves fluttering as twelve golden bell ropes pinned Zhou Zhiruo down.

She pointed her finger repeatedly, "With martial arts crippled, this evil magic is naturally useless as well."

"Hiss!" Many viewers gasped. The fairy sister was so decisive, even more decisive than Little Dragon Girl.

Without Zhou Zhiruo's interference, Zhang Wuji seemed to have divine assistance, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Saber to cut off the corpse puppet's arms.

Seeing that things were not going well, Cheng Kun tried to sneak away, but the Golden Lion King held him tightly.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King, Dai Qisi, said from the side, "Thank you, Third Brother. I, along with Old Man White Eyebrows and Stinky Bat, will be there to protect you. Today is the day you get your revenge."

Yang Mi's expression grew even more somber. "I was wrong, even my underwear was wrong. This drama shouldn't be called 'The Legend of Xiao Zhao,' it should be called 'The Legend of Little Dragon Girl.'"

Jing Tian also looked resentful. Xiao Zhao was tortured by Zhou Zhiruo a hundred times, but in the end, Zhou Zhiruo was tortured by the woman in yellow a hundred times.

There are indeed many fight scenes in "The Yin-Yang Sacred Fire Order", but she is basically the one getting beaten up.

"Um, I'm going to the restroom." Sisi felt very uncomfortable under Jing Tian's gaze, and even more uncomfortable was the way that idiot had photographed her. To praise me like this, it shouldn't be this kind of praise; it's clearly a form of flattery to kill.

Looking at her moment of glory, she felt incredibly embarrassed, as if she could dig four rooms and two living rooms out of her toes.

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly turned back. The next few scenes were post-war. She had offered many suggestions during the editing process, so of course she wanted to see the final result.

On the screen, Zhang Wuji finally killed the corpse puppet, but everyone's eyes were on the Golden Lion King.

Cheng Kun coughed up blood, looked down at his chest, and then looked at the Golden Lion King, "You...you've graduated."

After avenging himself with the Seven Injury Fist, the Golden Lion King laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face.

Over there, Zhang Wuji, supporting the heavily injured Zhao Min, looked at the stunned Zhou Zhiruo and asked the woman in yellow, "Is she alright?"

Behind him, there was also Xiao Zhao, who was staring at the young master with a dazed look.

The woman in yellow's calm expression turned somewhat strange, and her eyes were mocking. "Master Zhang, you're not young anymore. Instead of doing serious work, you're just fooling around here."

Her gaze was like that of an elder looking at a younger person.

Many viewers smiled knowingly; the older sister looking at her younger brother didn't seem out of place at all.

"This junior does not understand what you mean, senior." Zhang Wuji truly regarded the other person as a senior.

"Master Zhang, do you know why Yang Guo was able to wait for Xiaolongnu for sixteen years?" The woman in yellow asked herself, glancing at Zhao Min, "Some people are worth believing in for a lifetime, and some promises, even if the whole world says they are absurd, must be kept until the clouds part and the moon shines."

Zhang Wuji remained silent, it was unclear whether he understood or not, but he simply kept quiet.

“Zhou Zhiruo, martial arts are not practiced like that. Come back with me. When will you be able to straighten your mind and descend the mountain?” The woman in yellow sighed. The man before her was a wise man, but too wise.

"Zhiruo, you should cultivate your mind and character. I will bring you back after I overthrow the Yuan Dynasty," Zhang Wuji comforted her.

"Zhang Wuji, if you can agree to three conditions from Zhao Min, do you dare to make a bet with me? If I am overthrown one day, you will marry me." Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Wuji with a half-smile.

Zhang Wuji did not respond, but instead clasped his hands in a fist salute to the woman in yellow, saying, "Senior..."

"In this martial world, people always mistake infatuation for weakness and stubbornness for strength. Do you still remember how to write the character for 'hero'? It's the character for 'person' with shoulders, holding up the heavens and the earth." The woman in yellow grabbed Zhou Zhiruo and stepped off the leaves, leaving behind ginkgo trees that spelled out the character for "hero".

"Senior, may I ask your name?" Zhang Wuji caught up with him.

warehouse……

The Heaven-Slaying Sword descended from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji felt lost and as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain lies the Tomb of the Living Dead. The Condor Heroes have vanished from the martial world." The lingering words echoed as the woman in yellow glanced back before disappearing. "Tell that girl surnamed Zhao that the movement she used when she snatched the bride was strikingly similar to my grandmother's back then."

A soft laugh drifted on the wind, leaving behind only regret.

The audience couldn't help but smile and laugh. "Isn't your grandmother you?"

"That girl surnamed Zhao? The siblings are both so good at taking advantage of people," Yang Mi muttered under her breath.

Everyone else might mistake the two for siblings, but Yang Mi wouldn't. Siblings are siblings, and it's best if they always remain siblings.

"Xiao Zhao, we should go." The Purple-Robed Dragon King didn't want to stay in the Ming Cult any longer; once this matter was settled, he wanted to leave immediately.

Xiao Zhao looked at Zhang Wuji with reluctance, "Young Master, you must remember that there is a girl named Xiao Zhao who will never forget you for the rest of her life."

"Xiao Zhao, you go back first, I'll come to see you," Zhang Wuji replied.

"Zhang Wuji, it's time for me to go too." Zhao Min wiped the blood from her mouth and left with an air of haughtiness.

Zhang Wuji watched Zhao Min leave, then suddenly shouted, "Minmin, wait for me in Dadu!"

The lights came on, and the final scene captured Zhang Wuji gazing at Dadu from afar.

"Scumbag..." This thought crossed the minds of more than half of the thousands of viewers in the theater.

The credits rolled, and the end credits song began: "Leisurely and carefree, loving and affectionate, leisurely and carefree, sweet and tender. Day after day, life after life, joyful and happy, laughing and singing. Let my song carry away your youthful sorrows. Let your smile drive away the demons of your heart. For you, cherish the beautiful things of today, tonight, and this lifetime. Let's sing a heartfelt song of laughter..."

"Senior, I don't quite understand what you mean either," Jing Tian suddenly asked Qianqian beside her.

"The woman in yellow also hoped to meet a man like Yang Guo, and to have a legendary love story like that of the Condor Heroes. In the current martial arts world, Zhang Wuji is naturally the most outstanding, and she hoped that Zhang Wuji could be as devoted, infatuated, and deeply affectionate as Yang Guo. Unfortunately, she was disappointed. Zhang Wuji was entangled with several women and could never become a second Yang Guo. In this world, there can never be a love like that of the Condor Heroes again. Since that's the case, why tell Zhang Wuji her name?" Qianqian's expression was leisurely. This was her understanding, and also the meaning she wanted to express when she participated in the editing.

“Actually, if only Young Master had said, ‘Xiao Zhao, stay,’ Xiao Zhao would have abandoned the Ming Cult, abandoned her mother, abandoned her position as Holy Maiden, abandoned everything, and stayed by Zhang Wuji’s side. She was always waiting for those words, but unfortunately, she never heard them until she left.” Jing Tian’s eyes were red; she was moved by the Xiao Zhao she portrayed.

“Zhou Zhiruo did have feelings for Zhang Wuji, but it was more about fulfilling a mission, possessing him, and proving herself. She approached Zhang Wuji to obtain the Dragon-Slaying Saber. She didn't love Zhang Wuji; she wanted to defeat Zhao Min. Zhou Zhiruo's feelings for Zhang Wuji were an obsession born of unrequited love, while Zhao Min's love for Zhang Wuji was a love so deep it was selfless.” Gao Yuanyuan's expression was enigmatic, and she suddenly sighed, “Her emotions were like a mirror, reflecting the most tragic truth of human nature. Some people spend their entire lives trying to prove they are worthy of love, yet they never truly learn how to love.”

"..." Liu Jing's expression was blank, and everyone was even expressing their feelings. This is just filming, don't take it personally.

"Hahahaha, Zhang Wuji is so silly..." Jing Tian laughed loudly. On the screen, the credits and cast list were displayed, and behind-the-scenes footage was also shown.

Zhang Wuji's slightly aggrieved expression, showing his reluctance to resist, amused Jing Tian.

"I was wrong again, I was too shallow. This isn't 'The Legend of Little Dragon Girl,' it's clearly 'The Legend of Liu Yifei,'" Yang Mi lamented to herself.

Even though the behind-the-scenes footage was almost over, the audience lingered, reluctant to get up, as if they wanted more.

Suddenly the theater lights went out, the subtitles and bonus features disappeared, and the images reappeared on the screen.

Bright Peak was in a mess, and Ming Cult disciples, wounded, were cleaning up the battlefield.

What does this mean? Does it mean they're going to release a third installment?
Many of the audience members who had stood up returned to their seats.

One of Hong Shuiqi's disciples picked up an oilcloth package from the ground.

Inside the box was a book.

(End of this chapter)