Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

However, just two days later, Liu Xiang received an even more dangerous job, but he still agreed to continue filming.

This time, we're filming a scene where Duan Yu is hiding from his enemies on a cliff. It requires a stunt double to be suspended by wires and climb up an almost vertical cliff while dodging arrows and performing several somersaults to prevent his enemies from catching up.

The cliff face was pitted and uneven, with sharp edges in some places, which could easily cut your skin if you weren't careful. Moreover, the bows and arrows were real, only the arrowheads had been replaced with rubber ones, but they would still hurt if they hit you at close range.

Liu Xiang stood at the bottom of the cliff, looking up at the dozens of meters high drop. This was much higher than the artificial hill from before.

He was hoisted to the cliff, where he used his hands and feet to grip the protruding rocks and slowly climb up.

"Fire the arrows!" Li Tiansheng shouted from below.

A dozen arrows whistled through the air.

Liu Xiang quickly turned to the side and hid behind a protruding rock.

An arrow grazed his arm, its rubber tip striking the rock with a loud "thud," sending a shiver down his spine.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, another arrow shot over, this time aimed at his leg. Liu Xiang quickly raised his leg, and the arrow grazed past his trouser leg.

"Good! That's the feeling!" Li Tiansheng shouted from below, his megaphone almost above his head. "Keep going! Climb higher! Move faster! The enemy is catching up!"

Liu Xiang gritted his teeth and continued climbing. His palms burned from being rubbed by the cement blocks, and his arms ached so much he could barely lift them.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and his body plummeted downwards. The steel wire tightened instantly, constricting his waist as if it were about to break, causing him to nearly cry out in pain.

"Liu Xiang! Grab onto the rock!" the wireman shouted anxiously from below.

Liu Xiang quickly reached out and gripped the edge of a rock tightly, his fingernails almost digging into the cracks in the rock, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Everyone on set held their breath, and Li Tiansheng suddenly stood up, dropping the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

Liu Xiang gritted her teeth, exerted force with her arms, pulled hard, flipped her body upwards, and finally landed steadily on a platform next to her.

"Bravo!" A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted on set.

Liu Xiang collapsed on the platform, panting heavily, her whole body drenched in cold sweat.

This scene took an entire afternoon to film. When Liu Xiang came down, he was covered in bruises. His arms had several cuts, some even bleeding, and a deep red mark from the wire work on his waist, which was painful to the touch. Looking at him like this, Li Tiansheng couldn't help but exclaim, "You're such a dedicated guy, you'll get a better spot on the filming credits."

Li Tiansheng handed over a bottle of safflower oil: "Go and apply the medicine quickly, then go to the canteen for a good meal to nourish your body."

Liu Xiang took the safflower oil and chuckled, "Director Li, isn't this all for the sake of filming? If I didn't put in the effort, how could you have made such a wonderful film?"

Li Tiansheng was amused by him: "Kid, you've got a sweet tongue."

Liu Xiang took the safflower oil, found a secluded corner, and slowly applied the medicine.

After only two days of rest, Liu Xiang faced another tough battle, the most dangerous one yet.

This scene required a stunt double to wear Murong Fu's costume and perform parkour-like movements on the rooftops of the film studio, jumping from one rooftop to another.

They also had to evade the pursuers behind them, perform three consecutive somersaults, and finally stand firmly on the rooftop eaves before drawing their swords and pointing them at the pursuers.

The roofs of the film studio are all covered with blue tiles. Due to their age, many tiles have become loose and creak when stepped on. If you're not careful, you might step on a tile and fall. Moreover, the roofs are of varying heights, with the highest and lowest differing by more than two meters, and there are narrow courtyards in between. If you're not careful, you could fall into a courtyard and get a bruised and battered nose.

Liu Xiang stood on the first rooftop, looking at the endless rows of rooftops ahead, and took a deep breath. This height was nothing to him, but the key was that these tiles were too brittle and couldn't withstand much weight.

He checked the wires around his body. This time the wires were thicker than last time, and the safety measures were slightly better. But he knew that the wires were only an aid; the real skill still depended on himself.

Li Tiansheng stood below, holding a megaphone and shouting, "Liu Xiang! Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, director! No problem!" Liu Xiang shouted at the top of her lungs.

He stretched his wrists and ankles, his sharp gaze sweeping across the rooftops in front of him.

"Attention all departments! Lights! Cameras! Action!"

With Li Tiansheng's command, the clapperboard closed again.

At this moment, Liu Xiang took off running.

His footsteps were light, like those of a well-trained raccoon, barely making a sound as he stepped on the roof tiles. His body leaned slightly forward, his arms swinging naturally to maintain his balance. The wind whistled in his ears, carrying the ancient scent of the green tiles. He could hear the shouts of the pursuers played by the extras behind him, and he could see the roof tiles whizzing past his feet.

He ran incredibly fast across the first flat roof, reaching the end in just three seconds.

In front of us was a sloping roof with a steep slope and slippery tiles.

Liu Xiang did not slow down, but instead slid down the slope with the momentum. His arms were outstretched like a soaring eagle. The tiles under his feet creaked, but not a single one broke. He pressed his body against the slope, and his speed increased. At the end of the slope, he suddenly exerted his strength and leaped.

Below was a narrow, bottomless courtyard, which caused a gasp from the people on set.

Liu Xiang curled up in mid-air and completed her first somersault.

His gaze swept across the courtyard below, then settled steadily on the rooftop opposite.

His knees bent slightly when he landed, which absorbed the impact.

The tiles beneath Liu Xiang's feet only wobbled slightly, but did not completely shatter or collapse.

The shouts of the pursuers grew closer, and Liu Xiang dared not linger, continuing to run.

At the end of the roof, he jumped again, this time higher and farther.

He completed a second somersault in the air, and then a third somersault.

The three somersaults were performed in one smooth motion, with exceptional cleanliness and precision, just like those of a gymnast.

Just as he was about to land, an accident occurred.

A tile beneath his feet was surprisingly loose.

With a "crack," the tile shattered and fell to the ground.

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, she lost her balance, and her center of gravity suddenly plummeted downwards.

"That's it," was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

The people on set screamed, and Lee Tim-shing suddenly stood up, his face pale and ashen.

At the critical moment, Liu Xiang suddenly reached out and grabbed the eaves of the roof.

The eaves were made of sturdy wood. His fingers gripped the edges of the eaves tightly, his body suspended in mid-air, with the hard stone path below. His arms ached from the strain, and his muscles tensed instantly.

The extras chasing the pursuers were stunned and forgot to shout "Kill!"

Liu Xiang gritted her teeth, exerted force with her arms, and pulled sharply, flipping her body upwards.

His feet were on the edge of the eaves, and his upper body was swaying.

He quickly stopped, his hand still reaching for the scabbard.

At that moment, Liu Xiang immediately drew his sword and pointed it at the pursuing enemy.

Liu Xiang's eyes were sharp, even intimidating.

"Great! Perfect!"

Li Tiansheng shouted from below, his voice trembling.

The set erupted in another thunderous round of applause, even more enthusiastic than the last time.

Liu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the eaves.

His fingers were trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Liu Xiang knew, of course, that these dangerous tasks wouldn't be for nothing.