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Chapter 70 Shooting starts

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"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, we can practice by ourselves."

Sang Lin made a 'shh' gesture.

"Director Sang, what should I do next?"

Gu Qing felt that the mandarin duck short blades in his hand were eager to be used.

"Uh…"

Sang Lin scratched his buzz cut. After Gu Qing's praise, he really forgot how to start.

"Would you mind being called Xiao Gu?"

"do not mind."

"Alright, Xiao Gu, which move would you like to learn first?"

"Turn the blade!"

Gu Qing's mind was filled with the image of Sang Lin's smooth and stylish knife-throwing motion at the end.

"it is good."

Sang Lin's knuckles tapped on the back of the knife, the metallic vibrations startling the moths on set.

"The blade rotates and generates three forces."

He then pointed to Gu Qing's wrist bone, "Place your thumb here, press your index finger into the blood groove, and hook the knife guard with your ring finger—yes, leave a half-finger gap between your thumb and forefinger."

"Okay."

The remaining short blade suddenly stood upright in Sang Lin's palm, the hilt spinning rapidly three times against his palm, the tip of the blade always hovering at the intersection of the palm lines.

"Remember, twirling your knife isn't about showing off; it's about confusing your opponent's vision when facing them."

"Try it first."

Sang Lin felt that Gu Qing would need at least one or two hours to learn just the knife-spinning motion.

To play as smoothly as him, it would take months of hard work to achieve that.

"it is good."

Gu Qing gripped the mandarin duck short blades in his right hand, chanting incantations, "Thumb against, index finger pressing the blood groove, ring finger hooking the guard..."

"Shhh-"

With a clang,
The short blade spun twice, struck the tiger's mouth, and fell to the ground.

"Sang, spinning around three times seems a bit difficult."

Gu Qing bent down to pick up the short blade and lowered his head to focus on practicing.
Completely oblivious to Sang Lin's eyes bulging out of their sockets:

Two times... three times... until the fifth time,
"Haha, I've succeeded, Sang!"

Gu Qing spun the blade three times smoothly, then held it firmly in his palm.

Sang Lin stiffly bent his neck, his gaze fixed on his wristwatch.
His gaze was blank. "One point... two points... gone."

"You learned it in two minutes?!"

His world was collapsing. "Xiao Gu, were you lying to me before? You actually have martial arts skills, right?"

"Li Nianjie is your master, isn't he?!"

Sang Lin had only ever seen such a martial arts prodigy in Li Nianjie.

No matter how difficult or demanding your requirements are,
You only need to play it once, and someone else can immediately replicate it, or even play it better than you!

This is someone who is widely recognized as not being an actor.

A martial arts master who can immediately establish his own school!
of course,

In Sang Lin's eyes, Gu Qing was far from reaching Li Nianjie's level.

At most, it will just be copied exactly from his...

But to make them exactly the same is still too much!

"Director Sang, I really have no martial arts background."

Gu Qing raised her hands to prove her innocence, "I just have a good memory and learn things quickly."

"Good memory? Quick learning?"

Sang Lin's lips twitched slightly. "Alright, alright, you can continue doing it with me."

He went all out and performed the moves again, saying, "Try it again."

"Oh."

Gu Qing responded, slowly picked up the twin swords, and after recalling Sang Lin's movements, he imitated them and began to fight.

The movements were slow, and the fighting was clumsy and hesitant.

But Sang Lin was completely stunned. "That's right... the sequence of all the movements is the same as mine."

In his anger, he even perfectly replicated the wrong movements.

He really did encounter a clone!
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at the same time,

Liu Shishi has also finalized her makeup and styling.

Her elegant appearance was perfectly complemented by a Ming-style cross-collar ruqun in moon white and frost blue.

Are they all practicing martial arts?

Liu Shishi stepped out of the dressing room, gazing ahead with a faint sorrow in her almond-shaped eyes. "Sister Shishi, do you want to go take a look?"

Her assistant spoke softly, not daring to raise her voice at all.

Since acting in "Scarlet Heart",
Liu Shishi was so immersed in the role that she hasn't come out of it yet.

She is particularly afraid of people around her or fans calling her 'Ruoxi'.

Just mentioning this name brings back a flood of sorrowful and poignant memories from the play.

Tears will inevitably well up in your eyes.

to this end,

The company also arranged for her to see a psychologist, but unfortunately, the effect was minimal.

An actor who is fully immersed in a role can only break free of that role on their own; no one else can offer any help.

"It wouldn't be good to disturb others."

Liu Shishi leaned against the wall by the door, the moonlight flowing in, gently fiddling with her plain white sleeves.

"Senior Sister, can I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

"Could you help me get Mr. Zhang Guqing's autograph?"

The assistant clung to her arm affectionately, whining, "I didn't even recognize myself after the makeup trial!"

Teacher Gu Qing is practically a character from a novel: a handsome and elegant nobleman in fine clothes and a magnificent crown!

"Young Master Marquis?"

Liu Shishi's thoughts drifted away.

Thinking of Gu Qing's elegant and handsome appearance in his flying fish robe, who would doubt him, let alone a marquis's family, or even a prince traveling incognito?

"He's not like Fourth Master or Eighth Master, but rather somewhat like..."

Just as Liu Shishi was looking for a comparison, Gu Qing's appearance after turning around caught her eye.

His previously handsome and fair face had disappeared.
Instead,
It turned into a simple, yellowish-brown little potato.

This sallow-faced little potato, exhausted and covered in sweat, had her makeup ruined, yet she didn't even realize it as she wiped her face with her hand.

Give people the feeling,
It looked as if it had just been painstakingly dug out of the soil, both comical and adorable.

"Ha ha--"

Liu Shishi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her laughter was slightly rough, completely unlike her previous gentle and sickly demeanor.

But this surprised the assistant so much that she covered her mouth.

That laughter is just right!

Has their "Poetry Master" returned?
They've returned, but not many.

"I think he looks a bit like the Tenth Prince; he seems a bit silly, but he's very cute."

After Liu Shishi finished laughing, she sighed with melancholy.

Assistant: "..."

Sister, please wake up!
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
It was already past midnight.

The first act of Brotherhood of Blades has officially begun!

Lu Yang, full of energy, picked up the walkie-talkie:
"Ready... Action!"

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Bang——!
The sound of the gong shattered the thin mist of the third watch.

The night was silent, and the chill seeping from the cracks in the flagstones made the patrolmen shiver.
"Master Ma, this weather is eerily cold..."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a bowl of hot noodles right now?"

The short, stout patrolman known as "Master Ma," carrying a yellowish lantern, scoffed, "You little brat, you want noodles?"

"After midnight, there are only two kinds of people who dare to walk on the street, besides the night watchmen."

Master Ma sighed, "One type is the unlucky ones like us who drew the lot for the city patrol, the other..."

"Who?!"

A strange noise came from the deep alley. Master Ma stopped in his tracks, slowly drawing his long sword from his waist, his eyes wary and fierce. "Come out!!"

A tall, slender figure was shrouded in the night.

Master Ma brought the lantern forward.
The dim yellow light of the lantern climbed onto Shen Lian's shoulder, and a cluster of golden dragon patterns emerged from the collar of his flying fish robe, revealing sharp claws.

The dragon's head was embroidered in a ferocious manner, with two eyes inlaid with pigeon bloodstone that glowed scarlet in the dark night. The golden threads of the dragon's whiskers rose and fell with its breath, as if they were about to burst out of the fabric and emerge from the scales.

“Bang—”

The lantern rolled twice on the bluestone slab, and the candlelight licked the paper cover.

"Brocade, brocade robes."

Master Ma's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the vibrato from his back teeth was louder than a gong.

He stumbled backward and crashed into his companion, letting out a piercing scream:
"It's the Embroidered Uniform Guard!!"

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(End of this chapter)