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"Director He, is this outfit alright?"

The moment Fang Yu opened his mouth, the cold, aloof aura he had just projected instantly vanished.

He casually brushed a stray hair from his forehead, grinning and showing off his bright white teeth as he said:

"Quickly take a full-body photo of me with your phone and send it to me on WeChat later."

"I'm going to post this on my WeChat Moments to show off."

"puff--"

Behind the monitor, several assistant directors couldn't help but burst out laughing.

have to.

It's still the same familiar Fang Yu.

No matter how ethereal the ancient costume, the moment she opens her mouth, she still reveals that top-tier, conspicuous Northeastern bag.

He Zheng rubbed his temples, feeling both amused and exasperated, but the satisfaction in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He actually took out his phone and circled around Fang Yu to find a few excellent angles.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

After taking two high-definition full-body photos, He Zheng quickly walked up to Fang Yu.

He circled Fang Yu three times, looking him up and down, and clapped his hands repeatedly.

"good!"

"Perfectly executed!"

That's the spirit we're looking for!

Wu Zheng, who was standing nearby, also came over.

He stared at Fang Yu for a few seconds, his eyes full of admiration.

"He has a good posture and his shoulders and back are relaxed. He is naturally suited to make a living in period dramas."

"Brother Zheng, please don't flatter me to death."

Fang Yu quickly waved his hand.

"It's mainly because the makeup artist is so skilled that they can turn something ordinary into something magical."

"Alright, enough with the mutual flattery."

He Zheng turned his head and shouted at the action training area in the side shed:

"Old Zhao! The man's in your hands!"

The voice just fell.

A middle-aged man dressed in black training clothes walked briskly over.

He was lean and strong, with broad shoulders and back. When he walked, there was no unnecessary movement in his feet, and his lower body was extremely stable.

This man is Zhao Tiegan, He Zheng's personal martial arts instructor.

He holds several Hong Kong Film Awards for Best Action Choreography and is known in the industry for his strictness.

"Teacher Fang, this way please."

Zhao Tiegan politely raised his hand.

Fang Yu still didn't have the slightest bit of the airs of a top star.

"Teacher Zhao, you can just call me Xiao Fang."

Zhao Tiegan glanced at him again, then, without further pleasantries, led Fang Yu directly into the side shed.

The ground was covered with a non-slip mat, and the surrounding area was filled with a dazzling array of antique weapons such as long swords and short knives.

There was also a newly erected green screen next to it.

Zhao Tiegan stopped in his tracks, his expression turning serious:

"Director He told me frankly that you have some real skills, you're strong and quick-witted."

"I've dabbled in a few farming tricks, but they're nothing special."

Fang Yu laughed it off.

Zhao Tiegan nodded, and after a moment's consideration, got straight to the point.

"Having a foundation is a good thing, but I have to say the unpleasant things upfront."

"Many actors who practice traditional martial arts make a common mistake when they first join a production team."

"What's the common problem?"

Fang Yu asked.

"The force was too strong."

Zhao Tiegan raised his hand and gestured in the air.

"The fighting was very hard, but also too rigid; it didn't look good on camera."

"The action scenes in movies emphasize graceful movements and beautiful lines."

"I place more emphasis on the breath control, pauses, and freeze-frames during move transitions."

As he spoke, Zhao Tiegan drew an unsharpened antique-style longsword from the weapon rack.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword traced an extremely beautiful silver arc in mid-air.

"Remember, the camera works on tension, not brute force."

Fang Yu's expression also turned serious.

He clasped his hands together and performed a fairly standard salute.

"Teacher Zhao, you're an expert, I know the rules."

"I'll practice exactly as you instruct me. I'll follow your instructions exactly."

That being said...

But if Fang Yu were to practice freely, he could produce a national-level performance sword technique.

But he's not here to cause trouble today.

When you enter an unfamiliar field, the fastest way to integrate is to respect the profession.

Seeing his sincere attitude, Zhao Tiegan felt much more at ease.

"Okay, let's go through the basic movements first and find the rhythm of our movements."

Zhao Tiegan stood in the center of the field.

"Your character is designed as a peerless swordsman, and the core of your action can be summed up in two words—cleanliness!"

He gripped the sword hilt and began a slow-motion demonstration.

"The first move: draw your sword."

Hold the handle with your right hand and gently push with your left thumb.

bass!

The long sword, half a foot long, was drawn from its sheath.

A flash of cold light, swift and decisive.

"Second move, block."

The sword was held horizontally across his chest, his wrist firmly supporting it, as if he had blocked a heavy blow.

"The third movement, a rotation."

Zhao Tiegan used his toes as a pivot and smoothly turned half a circle.

The movements were powerful yet fluid and graceful.

Finally, sheathe your sword.

A flick of the wrist.

The long sword was sheathed, fitting perfectly.

The entire sequence of movements was completed in one smooth motion, taking less than five seconds.

"Not complicated."

Zhao Tiegan turned the sword hilt upside down and handed it to Fang Yu.

"The key is your movement, and the look in your eyes when you make a move. Try it out first."

The staff around had long since stopped what they were doing.

On the surface, he was organizing the equipment, but his eyes were actually glancing all over this side.

Everyone wanted to see if this top star would show any fear when handling a sword for the first time.

Fang Yu took the longsword.

Instead of trying to imitate the cat, he stood still and closed his eyes.

Zhao Tiegan's demonstration just now seemed to be playing in slow motion in his mind.

The point of exertion, the pause, the gaze—all of these are etched into my mind.

A moment later, Fang Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

bass!

The sword rang out clearly and melodiously, echoing throughout the side pavilion.

Zhao Tieqian's eyes suddenly lit up.

With just this one sword draw, Fang Yu's strength, speed, and angle were flawless.

Followed by.

Parry!

Turn around!

Sheathe your sword!

The four movements were performed in one smooth motion, even more crisp and efficient than Zhao Tiegan's demonstration.

Where the sword's edge should stop, the gaze should be fixed firmly on that spot.

Without any hesitation or delay.

Zhao Tiegan stood there, feeling completely numb.

He had already prepared a list of his ideas in his mind, ready to point out a bunch of problems such as "unsteady wrists" and "incoordination of waist and stance".

Now look what's happened, I can't even utter a single word.

Fang Yu's first move was even cleaner and more precise than his own as a martial arts instructor, exuding a murderous aura that could penetrate the camera lens!

Zhao Tiegan couldn't help but circle around Fang Yu halfway, scrutinizing him as if he were an alien.

"Mr. Fang...is this really your first time filming an action movie?"

Fang Yu grinned: "Absolutely true."

Beside the monitor in the distance.

He Zheng had just finalized the camera position with the photographer when he looked up and saw Zhao Tiegan staring blankly at Fang Yu.

He thought Fang Yu had gotten stuck, so he rolled up the script and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Old Zhao! What are you staring at that guy for?"

"Is it going to work or not? Can we just show actual footage? Give me a straight answer!"

Zhao Tiegan took a deep breath.

He turned his head sharply and waved his hand forcefully at He Zheng:

"Director He! No need for rehearsals, just shoot!"

"Teacher Fang... he was born to do action scenes!"

wow——

The surrounding staff members immediately let out a series of suppressed gasps.

The fact that Zhao Tiegan, a renowned and discerning action choreographer in the industry, was able to directly recommend the film for a live-action shoot without any audition speaks volumes about the high regard he has for the actor.

He Zheng's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he slapped his thigh:

"good!"

"All departments in position, lights up, let's get right to the live footage!"