Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 310 The Tacit Understanding Between Immortals
"Pshaw! 'The Biography of Liu Yifei'."

This is Yang Mi muttering to herself, with a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

The appearance of the woman in yellow was incredibly stunning, with plenty of special effects. The Four Beauties of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber were utterly outclassed.

Thinking of this, Yang Mi suddenly felt a surge of schadenfreude. If she remembered correctly, the woman in yellow in the TV series was Liu Shishi. She really wanted to find a computer to calculate the area of ​​Liu Shishi's shadow.

Yang Mi had her guesses, and everyone present had their own opinions.

"Liu Yifei is ruthless; she destroyed Gao Yuanyuan's 'Nine Yin Manual'."

"Killing Zhou Zhiruo guarantees the drop of the Heaven Sword, with an 80% drop rate for the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, a 60% drop rate for the Nine Yin Manual, a 40% drop rate for the Emei Sword Technique, a 20% drop rate for the Emei Version of the Nine Yang Manual, and a 0% drop rate for Integrity."

Where is your integrity?

"Exclusively for Zhang Wuji".

"You guys don't know anything. It's definitely going to drop the 'Bewitchment Technique' or the secret method for crafting corpse puppets. It's obviously foreshadowing the third part."

"Don't pretend to know what you don't. It's written in the book that the Nine Yang Manual was wrapped in oilcloth."

"Come on! This is a movie, not a TV series," someone immediately retorted.

"You understand? Then tell me, what's the difference?"

"Zhang Wuji learned the Nine Yang Manual from the Fire-Worker Monk, not from the monkey."

"Zhu Yuanzhang has already come out, so it must be the 'Great Shift of the Universe' that Zhang Wuji deliberately dropped to test Zhu Yuanzhang. If he hands it over, everything will be fine. But if he dares to practice it secretly, Zhang Wuji will execute him according to the sect rules."

Everyone had their own guesses and analyses, and no one could convince anyone else.

As the book title appeared on camera, everyone fell silent.

Zhu Yuanzhang was talking with several altar masters when he suddenly noticed that this disciple of the Flood Banner was acting suspiciously.

He approached quietly. "Chen Hu, what are you doing? Hurry up and get ready! What are you slacking off for?"

"Master, I found a book. It's called 'The Legacy of the Martial Mastiff,' and it seems to be about animal taming." The disciple was quite disappointed; it wasn't a secret manual.

Zhu Yuanzhang casually took it, and the camera gave a close-up of the book cover.

Then the camera zoomed in on Old Zhu, whose expression changed drastically. He took a deep breath and said, "This is indeed a book on taming beasts. It must have been lost by a disciple of one of the six major sects. I'll hand it over to the sect leader right away. Please keep an eye on it for me for a while. I'll treat you to drinks tonight."

"okay……"

Zhu Yuanzhang first glanced at Chang Yuchun in the distance, where the altar master was talking with Yin Yewang. He then glanced around; everyone was busy.

He remained motionless, his face turned backward, staring at the disciple's retreating figure, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Ugh, I'm getting goosebumps." Jing Tian shivered; that look was terrifying. She quickly hid in Qianqian's arms.

"A wolf-like gaze indeed!" Sisi exclaimed in surprise.

"What 'Wolf's Gaze'? Judging from the name 'The Legacy of the Tibetan Mastiff,' it's about training Tibetan mastiffs, right?" Jing Tian analyzed, then suddenly realized, "Wolves and mastiffs are similar, so training a mastiff can also train a wolf."

Liu Jing grunted. He had designed it so that the Ming Cult disciples wouldn't know many characters, and Jing Tian had taken it personally.

No way! Fu Guihua needs more education in cultural knowledge. If she reads like that in public one day, wouldn't she embarrass me?

"If Yue Fei heard this, he would kill you first during the Northern Expedition." Qianqian said, both amused and exasperated.

The screen turned off and the lights came on, interrupting Jing Tian's confusion.

The cinema was silent for three seconds, then suddenly erupted into noise.

Someone clapped, and then the entire theater erupted in applause.

Despite his weight, Fatty Wang is quite agile.

He quickly descended the steps from behind, his entire body jiggling with fat. As he passed Tong Liya, he snatched the microphone. "Wow, friends, wasn't it amazing?"

"Wonderful!"

"Is it pretty or not?"

"nice!"

"Then let's keep clapping and welcome our male and female leads to the stage. They're even more handsome." Wang Pangzi, panting, finally walked to the front of the stage and then said to Tong Liya, "Sorry, I took your job."

Tong Liya smiled, took the microphone, and said, "Do you think I wanted this job? I'm practically becoming a full-time host for Spring and Autumn."

They make me host competitions, business events, and even premieres. The other day, Gao Yuanyuan said she'd make me host the annual meeting too.

I don't want to be a dancer, and I certainly don't want to be a host.

No way! Next time that kid asks me to shoot an ad, I have to mention it to him. I'm a senior in college this year.

Tang Yan is already playing the leading role, while I'm still a host.

Being a part-time host is fine, but definitely not a full-time one. If I host too many shows, people will think I'm only fit to be a host.

Tong Liya's mind was in turmoil. She smiled and made way for him, worried that this walking lump of flesh might fall over.

She glanced at the girl helping Fatty Wang onto the stage; if she were on top of him, he definitely wouldn't be able to breathe. Liu Jing was quite thin, with a good build, and muscles...

Pah! Pah! Pah! Tong Liya, what are you thinking?

"Please welcome director Wang Jing, uh, Liu Jing, producer Wang Jing, actress Gao Yuanyuan who plays Zhou Zhiruo, actress Jing Tian who plays Xiao Zhao, and the Purple-Robed Dragon King..." Tong Liya had just mispronounced a name and was flustered, then was startled by a loud shout from the audience and was at a loss for words.

"Let Liu Yifei come on stage."

With a shout, many people followed suit, calling out in unison for Liu Yifei to come up on stage.

Tong Liya held the microphone, looking at Liu Jing with a troubled expression, unsure of what to do.

Seeing this, Sisi rushed over and snatched the microphone from Tong Liya's hand, saying, "We're just minor characters, we don't even have names, so let's not embarrass ourselves on stage."

"You have a name, your name is Yang Buhui."

Sisi choked, as if she really thought I hadn't read the original work. "Thank you, but it seems like you've switched channels. Today, I'm an audience member just like everyone else, and I might ask questions like everyone else later."

"We want to see you, not just have you as an audience."

"Go ahead and ask now."

"We want you to come on stage."

"You just need to stand on the stage, we promise we won't ask you any questions."

Sisi smiled at the audience, "Don't cause trouble, I'll remember you all, don't leave after school."

The audience burst into laughter. Sisi handed the microphone to Tong Liya and sat back in her seat.

With empty space on the left and right, she found herself all alone in the most prominent central position.

Sisi looked to the left, then to the right; this side seemed more prominent than the stage. If she'd known, she would have preferred to stand up there.

Tong Liya took the microphone, but suddenly forgot her lines. What was she supposed to say next?

"Can we begin?" one reporter asked impatiently.

Liu Jing indicated that it was acceptable.

"Yuanyuan, this is your second time playing the role of Zhou Zhiruo. What are your thoughts?"

Tong Liya pursed her lips. "Never mind," she thought, "it doesn't matter whether this line is there or not. Just like it doesn't matter whether I'm the host or not."

"Well! How should I put it? I have quite a few feelings about it. Zhou Zhiruo a few years ago changed my life. Today's Zhou Zhiruo is a new beginning for me. Five years have passed, and we have all grown. Liu Jing has gone from being the young Zhang Wuji to the director Liu Jing we know today. I am grateful to this drama for giving me a different kind of life," Gao Yuanyuan said with emotion.

What were your thoughts when you were filming the scene where you tortured and killed Zhao Min?

“That’s my boss, he’s always the one giving me orders. This is a chance to get revenge in a fair and square way, it’s so satisfying.” Gao Yuanyuan smiled, then paused, “So I really gave an exceptional performance in that scene. After filming, I didn’t dare see Sister Min for three days, afraid she would come after me.”

"Hahaha..." The audience laughed, completely understanding the feeling.

The girl from back then is completely different since she became a high-ranking officer.

Just one question was enough to completely stir up everyone's emotions.

"Director Liu Jing, Zhang Wuji in 'The Kung Fu Cult Master' is cunning, while Zhang Wuji in 'The Yin-Yang Sacred Flame Token' is a bit of a scoundrel; he even falls for the woman in yellow in the end. It always feels like Zhang Wuji didn't choose anyone, as if he didn't abandon anyone. Can you tell us about Zhang Wuji's romantic destiny?"

Liu Jing was puzzled. Was Zhang Wuji a scumbag? This seemed perfectly normal.

Surrounded by several beautiful women, it would be a pity to give up any of them. In ancient society, what was there to hesitate about?

If he weren't worried that adapting it into a story of having women on both sides would be too outrageous, he would have definitely accepted them all.

He certainly wouldn't answer like that. "Zhang Wuji's character was determined by the screenwriter. As the director, I brought the written script to life. As the lead actor, I portrayed the character according to the story set in the script. As for Zhang Wuji's romantic destiny, that depends on your interpretation. Some people like Zhao Min, so he'll go to Dadu to find her. Some people like Xiao Zhao, so he'll go to the Ming Cult in Persia to take her away. Some people like Zhou Zhiruo, so he'll go to the Ancient Tomb to find her. And some people like both, so he'll pursue them one by one. A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, and a thousand Zhang Wujis as well. It's an open ending; how you choose is entirely up to you."

Fatty Wang glanced sideways. Damn it, they're trying to shift the blame to the screenwriter. He was the screenwriter, but Liu Jing had already completely revamped the script. The problem was, when it came to the final credits, only Fatty Wang's name was listed as the screenwriter.

"Director Wang Jing, who do you think is the leading female role in this film?"

Tong Liya was thinking about how to make up for her forgotten lines.

That passage was a long opening introduction, introducing the film, its creation, and how difficult it was.

She looked at the reporter, her expression changing slightly.

The media present today were all on a pre-arranged list. She was responsible for liaising with some of the media, but she had never met this person before.

The reporter was seated towards the back, where seats were not reserved for the media.

Tong Liya didn't bother to improvise her lines; she made a gesture to Bai Bing behind her.

"Miss, you've asked the wrong person. I'm the producer, and I'm pretty laid-back on set. Three things I do every day: drink tea, bask in the sun, and take a nap. As for who the lead actress is, you'll have to ask the director." Fatty Wang chuckled. I'm not going to fall into that trap. Even if Liu Jing answered that Abbess Miejue was the lead, the others wouldn't say anything. But if one of us gets it wrong, who knows who'll blame us.

"Director Wang, I noticed the cast list earlier. The first name is Zhang Wuji, the male lead, that's undisputed. The second name is Zhao Min, but she doesn't have many scenes. She's okay in the early episodes, but she's basically a background character later on. The third name is Zhou Zhiruo, and the fourth name is Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao's name is fourth, and her scenes are no less than Zhou Zhiruo's. What I want to ask is, did you reduce Zhao Min's scenes and increase Xiao Zhao's?" The reporter persisted, continuing to press Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang didn't want to answer; he felt it was a trap. It wasn't about Gao Yuanyuan or Jing Tian, ​​but rather he was worried someone would ask another sensitive question.

Liu Jing understood his concerns and responded, "All three of them are leading actresses; there's no distinction between first and second. Zhao Min's name is listed first because she deserves it. Jing Tian's name is listed later because she's still a newcomer. In my productions, there's no such thing as a battle over billing order. Not now, and not in the future."

"Director Wang Jing, I heard that fourteen years ago, when you were filming 'The Kung Fu Cult Master,' you were attacked by unidentified people because of the cuts to Zhao Min's scenes. Can you tell me who was behind it all?" The reporter ignored Liu Jing's words and continued to ask questions. Liu Jing squinted at the logo on the reporter's clothes; it turned out to be a Hong Kong and Taiwan media outlet.

Fatty Wang stopped laughing; what he feared had come to pass. Today's premiere was advertised as open to all questions, with the cast and crew speaking freely, and he had prepared thoroughly beforehand.

Of course, you can't just ask any question, and there are no restrictions on what the media can't ask.

Since they were invited, they must all be media outlets with whom they have a good relationship, and they all know what to ask and what not to ask.

The once bustling cinema suddenly fell silent. It was a blatant slap in the face; they really knew how to rub salt in the wound.

However, everyone was eager to hear it and turned to look at Fatty Wang, waiting for the person involved to reveal the inside story.

"All that talk about 'black hands' and 'white hands' is just unscrupulous media making things up. If you walk the streets at night too often, you're bound to run into something. That night, a few friends were joking around and patted me on the shoulder. Some media outlets made it up—a broken leg, stitches—it's all nonsense." Fatty Wang chuckled, secretly noting down the newspaper's name. "Just wait until I get back to Hong Kong, I'll deal with you guys." "You dare ask me anything?" he thought.

"Director Liu Jing, I heard you were also on set. Was that the situation?" The reporter finally remembered Liu Jing, but this was the question they asked.

“Sir reporter, you’ve asked the wrong person. I was only a few years old at the time, and I really don’t remember what happened.” Liu Jing shook his head.

Not many people knew he was there at the time. He was just a kid then, practically unknown, and hardly anyone paid attention to him.

Liu Jing and Fatty Wang exchanged a glance. The newcomer seemed to have ill intentions. Could this person be someone sent by Yong Sheng?

Fatty Wang nodded, "That's like the methods of our old boss."

Liu Jing couldn't help but suspect that when "The Sacred Flame Order" was in pre-production, Yong Sheng wanted to invest, but Chun Qiu directly refused.

Wang Pangzi owns the creative copyright to "The Demon Cult Leader". Ten years ago, he had the idea of ​​remaking it and acquired the sequel rights to the show.

Filming didn't take place at the time, partly because several actors couldn't be assembled, and partly because Jin Yong wasn't happy about it. He was dissatisfied with the drastically altered character designs, feeling that Fatty Wang distorted the core character's essence. Jin Yong proposed that a sequel was possible, but Zhang Wuji couldn't be portrayed as evil.

What's the point then? Later, due to issues with the main actors, Fatty Wang lost interest in continuing filming.

Chunqiu has the filming rights to "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", and Wang Pangzi has the copyright to "The Cult Master". With the two parties joining forces, neither of them needs to worry about anything, not even the original author and the original production company.

Some time ago, the bearded man approached Jin Yong to obtain the rights to the TV series adaptation, but the other party said, "Jin Yong doesn't fight Jin Yong," which is actually a disguised way of denying the "Yin Yang Sacred Fire Token."

If Yongsheng wants to invest, not only will Zhang Min be unwilling, but Liu Jing will also be unwilling.

Last year, Xiang's husband broke up with Zhang Yushan. Zhang Yushan then joined forces with competitors to attack Huayang, but Zhang Min dealt them a severe blow. The company was forced to close down and withdraw from the mainland market.

They broke up, but there are still lingering ties.

Xiu Shen Tang was able to thrive thanks to that person's support.

This move is tantamount to completely tearing off the mask of civility.

Zhang Min rejected the investment again, adding new grudges to old ones; this was truly disgusting.

Sisi also realized something was wrong, not that she thought the reporter was the problem, but that Liu Jing's answer was problematic.

She turned her head to look back, and her face suddenly darkened.

She saw that Yang Mi was not far from the reporter. Could this have been arranged by Yang Mi?
"Director Liu Jing, you added a lot of scenes for Xiao Zhao and reduced Zhao Min's scenes. Aren't you afraid of walking alone at night? Or did Zhang Min really contract a terminal illness during filming and become unable to continue the high-intensity filming?" The reporter was very bold, and before he finished speaking, the scene was filled with buzzing.

Liu Jing's expression instantly turned cold. "Zhang Min isn't sick, but I think you're quite ill. Medical conditions are advanced here on the mainland, especially in Yandu. Do you want me to recommend a few hospitals for you?"

The crowd erupted in uproar, turning their attention to the stage – this was a blatant threat!

The reporter wanted to say something, but a sudden pain in his foot made him unable to continue.

"Oh dear, brother, I'm so sorry. It was too dark here, I couldn't see clearly. Are you alright?" At this moment, Yang Mi quietly slipped over and stomped down hard, interrupting the other person's question.

"I..." The reporter realized something was wrong; his microphone was silent.

He looked to the other side, where Bai Bing's hand was on her microphone. She didn't recognize Yang Mi, but she recognized Bai Bing, the agent whom Chunqiu was heavily promoting.

"What do you want to do?"

"Oh dear, these shoes must be expensive. I'll pay for them, I'll pay for them no matter the cost. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, are your feet hurt? Let's go to the hospital for an X-ray. I was wearing high heels, and stepping on them was very hard." Yang Mi kept bowing and apologizing, her attitude was very proper.

"I..." The reporter tried to shout, but was stepped on again, this time by Yang Mi with her heel.

The old wound still hurt, but the new wound hurt even more. The reporter broke out in a cold sweat and sat back down, clutching his leg.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? It's all my fault. I didn't realize your foot was still there." Yang Mi continued to apologize, looking guilty.

She glanced at the stage; most people weren't paying attention, but some were.

Familiar media outlets quickly intervened to defuse the situation, as everyone's attention was focused on that.

"Director Liu Jing, how is President Min's health now? Some media reported that Liu Yifei and President Min were seen going to the hospital together in Los Angeles."

Just as Yang Mi was about to look away, she suddenly noticed a gaze.

Their eyes met, and a flash of lightning seemed to strike.

Yang Mi frowned. "What are you standing there for? Go up there! Only if you speak will everyone look over. If this guy keeps asking, we won't be able to keep quiet about Zhang Min's pregnancy, and then we'll all be finished."

Sisi gave a soft hum, and at this moment she actually understood.

She shook her head. This isn't right. How could I possibly have a connection with her? It's an illusion, absolutely an illusion.

Sisi stood up, walked to the front, and faced the audience. "Let me answer this question. Sister Min is indeed feeling a bit unwell. She developed quite a few health problems during filming back then, but they'll get better after a period of rest. Many of us actors are like that, but that's what we do for a living, and that's the money we earn, so there's nothing we can do about it. This time, while filming 'The Yin-Yang Sacred Flame Order,' Sister Min soaked in cold water for several days, and her old ailments flared up again. But don't worry, when I came back from the US, Sister Min was in great shape, all plump and healthy."

Sisi did manage to draw everyone's attention by not using a microphone.

"Sisi, who do you think Zhang Wuji likes?" someone asked Sisi.

All eyes turned to her. She was looking at Yang Mi and paused for a moment, then asked, "Me?"

Tong Liya quickly handed the microphone to Qianqian, who was speechless. "You're so diligent now, what were you doing just now?"

"I can't answer who Zhang Wuji likes, after all, I'm not Zhang Wuji. A while ago, someone shared a motivational post on a blog, which I thought was pretty good. It says that a man will meet many women in his life. Some are passersby, some are regulars. The one you can't have is called the white moonlight, the one you can't sleep with is called the other shore flower, the one you can't get enough of is called the cinnabar mole, the one you didn't perform well with is called the unfulfilled regret, the one you got but who left you battered and bruised is called your destined calamity, and the one you got but who ultimately left you with no taste is called plain rice. Which one Zhang Wuji likes, I really don't know." Qianqian smiled, looking ahead.

You've bought enough time, so hurry up and take her out.

Yang Mi groaned. This was something she had forwarded from her blog, and she hadn't even had a chance to use it before the other party installed it first.

"Sisi, Liu Jing knows so many girls, who do you like to be your sister-in-law?"

"Who he likes is his business; I like myself," Sisi said with a smile.

"Sisi, give everyone some face. Today is the premiere of 'The Yin-Yang Sacred Flame Order,' we're having a good time, so come up on stage too!" Fatty Wang shouted. Bai Bing brought two people over, who were leading the reporter out through the back door.

The bigger the commotion on stage, the less attention people will pay to the abnormality behind them.

Upon hearing this, the audience started to jeer, and Sisi had no choice but to go on stage.

With a graceful leap, she landed directly on the stage, without blushing or panting, and even joked, "A friend just said that I can just stand on the stage and they promise not to ask me any questions. You guys said that, and I still remember it."

"Haha, who said that just now? Take them out and sacrifice them to the heavens!" someone laughed.

"Ask whatever you have questions quickly, or you'll miss this opportunity." Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief; the rest of the problems were resolved.

"Director Wang, will you make a third installment?"

"Whether there is a third installment or not is not up to us; it's up to everyone here to decide."

"Sisi, I heard you're playing a fox spirit in your next movie..."

"Sister Zihan, you are..."

Questions came one after another: about the plot, box office expectations, the filming process, the status of the TV series...

Jing Tian was disappointed; no one asked her any questions. She had prepared so much, but none of it was needed.

"Jing Tian, ​​can you sing a sacred hymn of light on the spot?"

Jing Tian was confused. Was he calling me? Yes, he was calling me.

“Anything is fine as long as I don’t dance,” Jing Tian blurted out.

"Then why don't you dance?" someone replied smoothly.

"Dance, dance, dance..." the audience chanted.

Jing Tian closed her eyes, wishing she could pretend nothing had happened.

"Ahem, well, Jing Tian today..." Liu Jing was about to help her out of the predicament when he found that the girl had already jumped up.

Actually, it's not that bad-looking, Liu Jing muttered.

"The jumping is really messy," Tong Yaya muttered.

A round of applause erupted, but few people cared whether the dance was good or bad; they only cared whether the actor had danced at all.

Even a casual twist or two is just responding to the audience's call. The attitude is there, and the audience will naturally like it.

The audience wasn't spared from the hymns of light.

"Burn my broken body, blazing holy fire, fire, fire, fire, fire..."

Well, Jing Tian forgot her lines amidst a burst of laughter.

She prepared a lot, but she really didn't prepare this part.

Her laughter was genuine, and this girl's speaking was even more effective than her dancing. Many people suddenly realized that this new actress was actually quite good; not only was she very approachable, but she was also very funny.

The interview, which lasted several tens of minutes, was filled with laughter and was quite successful.

As Liu Jing stepped down from the stage and returned to the lounge, Bai Bing handed him a document.

"What? The reputation and evaluation are already out?" Liu Jing asked in surprise.

“These are some of the industries the Xiang family has recently invested in, as well as movies. I think the boss will definitely need this.”

Liu Jing remained silent for a long time, his expression deep and melancholy. "Xiao Bai, in your heart, do I seem so petty?"

(End of this chapter)