From unemployment in crosstalk to top star in Chinese entertainment

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Teng Zijing made his move.

Three throwing knives shot out from under the cloak, forming a triangular shape and heading straight for Fan Xian's face, throat, and chest.

Fan Xian dodged to the side, the blade grazing his ear before embedding itself deeply into the earthen wall behind him.

He drew his sword and charged forward.

Teng Zijing also drew his sword.

The two knives clashed together in the moonlight, sparks flying everywhere.

In this first exchange, Yu Liang used seventy percent of his strength.

It wasn't the weight of the prop knife, but the force he deliberately applied.

Because he wanted Zhang Ruoyun to feel that the person in front of her really wanted to kill him.

Zhang Ruoyun clearly sensed it.

His gaze shifted from "performative alertness" to "genuine alertness."

The two men were locked in a fierce battle in the courtyard.

The clash of blades, the leaps and bounds, the whistling of clothes tearing through the air and the clanging of swords intertwined.

The sixth round.

Fan Xian thrust his sword straight at Teng Zijing, who dodged it by sidestepping. At the same time, he gripped the sword in reverse and slammed the back of the blade hard against Fan Xian's wrist.

With a "snap".

Fan Xian's knife flew out of his hand.

Teng Zijing leaned forward, the dagger in his left hand sliding out from his sleeve and precisely placing it against Fan Xian's neck.

The blade pressed against the skin, leaving just a very thin indentation.

Fan Xian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

It wasn't because of acting.

it is true.

Because just now, what he felt wasn't the "coldness of the prop knife," but a real sense of oppression—the person wielding the knife could actually kill him.

But he didn't panic.

Instead, he laughed.

You lost.

Teng Zijing frowned.

The next second, his expression changed.

Because he discovered that he could no longer use his powers.

Fan Xian, who should have collapsed from poisoning, slowly straightened up.

"You...poisoned my knife too?"

"Card!"

Sun Hao stood up from behind the monitor, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"One take!"

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, then applause broke out.

The martial arts choreographer was the first to rush forward, patting Yu Liang on the shoulder: "Teacher Yu! In that wrist-smashing move with the back of the blade just now, you added a detail to deflect the force, right?"

Yu Liang nodded: "If I had hit it hard, I would have hurt my wrist. I pulled back a third of my force at the moment of contact, but you can't see it on camera."

"That's good because you can't tell!"

The action director was so excited his face turned red.

"That's professionalism! What the audience sees is 'real fighting,' but we know it's 'real fighting performed by skilled fighters!'"

Zhang Ruoyun touched her neck, where there was still a faint red mark.

It wasn't blood; it was a mark made by a prop knife.

"Brother," he said, "when you grabbed my neck just now, you really went for it."

After spending the last two days together, Zhang Ruoyun and Yu Liang became quite familiar with each other.

"Were you scared?"

"No," Zhang Ruoyun laughed, "On the contrary, it made me feel even more immersed in the role."

After all, good co-stars can enhance each other's acting skills.

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

Guo Qilin ran over from behind the monitor, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

"Brother! I recorded a short video of you shaking your cape just now and posted it in our Deyun Club group."

"and then?"

"Then they were all surprised: 'This is Yu Heliang? You took him to film a movie?'"

"What did you reply?"

Guo Qilin chuckled: "I told you, I don't have that kind of ability. Liang Ge was handpicked by the director himself to join the cast. You guys didn't see Liang Ge's performance on set. With his skills and acting ability, he's bound to become a superstar in the future."

Yu Liang smiled and shook his head.

My phone vibrated.

It's Wang Churan's WeChat.

"I had my costume fitting photos taken in another studio today. I heard you were filming Teng Zijing's entrance scene today?"

Yu Liang replied with an "Mm".

"How did it go? Did it go smoothly?"

"One take."

Three seconds later, a string of fireworks exploding emojis exploded over.

Then another one:

"After I finish taking my costume photos, I'll treat you to dinner tonight! To celebrate you nailing your first scene in one take!"

"Also, thank you for introducing me to the character Ye Ling'er."

Yu Liang stared at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Guo Qilin peeked over and said sourly, "It's Wang Churan again, right? Bro, you two are progressing faster than memorizing tongue twisters."

"What's the progress?" Yu Liangmian put her phone back in her pocket without changing her expression. "Normal communication between colleagues."

"Normal conversation? Why didn't she invite me to dinner?"

"Because you didn't film anything today."

Guo Qilin: "..."

Since Duyun Film and Television City was only completed at the end of the year, it was mainly used for filming in 2018 and was not open to the public.

The shops lining both sides of the street were empty, purely decorative; there wasn't a single proper food stall.

Yu Liang originally wanted to save Wang Churan, a college student, some money and also relive the feeling of strolling around with girls back in college, but unexpectedly, they couldn't even find a street food stall along the way.

It seems that Duyun is still a bit inexperienced.

Back when "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" was being filmed in Miyun, the merchants in the background were part of the attack on Bright Peak.

"It's rare for such a beautiful woman to invite me to a meal, but unfortunately, she didn't accept my invitation."

Yu Liang glanced at Wang Churan and teased.

Yu Liang was quite amazed by Wang Churan's outfit today.

She wore a long trench coat over a turtleneck sweater, paired with a high-waisted leather skirt and black stockings and knee-high boots.

Wang Churan's outfit, combined with her curvaceous figure, made Yu Liang's eyes light up as soon as they met.

"It's okay, it's fine as it is. Just consider it a walk."

Looking at the empty street, Wang Churan said, "How about we go back to the hotel?"

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"It's inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together like this to go back to the room with me?"

After the meal, Yu Liang glanced at Wang Churan.

"There are too many people and too much attention in the restaurant; I don't feel comfortable there."

"Besides, I'll be bored if I go back, so I might as well spend some time with you."

Yu Liang nodded, "That's true."

His hotel was booked entirely by the film crew, and the floors where the actors stayed were off-limits to unauthorized personnel.

It should offer better privacy.

If other actors in the crew see you, just say you were going over the script.

"You just said you went to university?"

Wang Churan was quite surprised that Yu Liang had attended university.

She assumed that Yu Liang and Guo Qilin both had only a primary school diploma.

"What are you talking about? I graduated from the Beijing Sport University properly."

Yu Liang wasn't lying; this was something he had only recently discovered.

The original owner of this body and he actually attended the same university.

The difference is that he studied traditional martial arts, while the original owner studied tourism management.

"That's not what I meant. After all, in my knowledge, very few people who perform crosstalk have gone to university."

While explaining, Wang Churan couldn't help but glance at the student with special athletic talent.

"So, you learned martial arts at school too?"

"certainly."

"My master's Iron Sand Palm is incredibly powerful."

"Iron Palm? That's not what they show on TV..."

"It's true."

Yu Liang said in a very serious tone.

"When I first started practicing, my master told me that I needed to be a virgin to learn this skill."

"A virgin? What does that mean?"

"It means... literally."

Wang Churan blinked, still processing the information.

Yu Liang continued, "I remember when I first enrolled, my master looked me up and down for a long time and said with great approval, 'Hmm, not bad, you are a good prospect for Iron Palm.'"

"and then?"

"Then the next day, my master wouldn't let me go."

Wang Churan looked bewildered: "Why?"

Yu Liang didn't speak, but just looked at her with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

Three seconds later, Wang Churan's ears turned red.

She grabbed a tissue from the table and threw it at him: "Yu Liang! You're so annoying!"