Ark, they don't revolve around you

"That was in the past. Something happened." Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking something. After a moment, he spoke mysteriously, "Miss Nian, do you remember that you said you wanted to make a blockbuster movie?"

At this moment, his figure suddenly seemed so tall: "If you want, I can make your dream come true!"

……

At night, Yumen becomes extremely cold, and the temperature difference between day and night is so large that one can't help but complain about this place.

Nian pursed his lips and walked to the sword-making workshop. In the night, the blast furnace was silent like a servant. The sword-making workshop in Yumen was also very popular decades ago. At that time, Yumen was full of wandering knights.

They are called light knights, but in fact they are just street urchins who do not do their jobs and walk around with swords in their hands. They are no different from the ronin of the East Country. The difference is that the ronin of the East Country used to be able to kill people at will. However, the Yan Kingdom court was very unfriendly to this group of light knights, especially after Pingshun Hou took over Yumen, he was even more committed to cracking down on the light knights.

Later, as industry developed, the old handicrafts could no longer compete with better quality and cheaper industrial products and were gradually eliminated. Even those that survived had their living space squeezed. In addition, few citizens were willing to carry swords, so this place that specialized in forging weapons for rangers and swordsmen became deserted.

Nian felt a little sad, but also thought it was inevitable, but when she walked into this place tonight, only sadness remained in her heart.

There were so many blast furnaces, but only the deepest one was still emitting flames. The sound of iron forging could be faintly heard. Today, only one old fellow was left guarding the sword forge. Nian greeted the man:

"Lao Meng."

"Miss Nian?" The man turned around.

"Please lend me the sword forge. I haven't used it for a long time."

When she said this, Old Meng...Meng Tieyi's eyes lit up: "Miss Nian wants to forge a sword?"

"How did you get it?"

"Momentum, Miss Nian, you seem to care nothing, but when you mention smelting, there will be fire in your eyes." Meng Tieyi threw the key, "You can choose any material, the bill will be on me."

"Ah, you can't make money here, right?"

"I wish you could learn from the Grandmaster someday and accumulate some merits by talking." Meng Tieyi returned to the stove and used the blower to blow up the fire. "It's up to you. My business may not be very good, but once it opens, it will still be enough to support me for half a year."

"Thank you." Nian thanked him heartlessly.

But as soon as she opened it, she saw her brother, and her face almost fell: "Why are you everywhere, brother? On such a beautiful moonlit night, shouldn't you be standing on the Yumen City Wall, listening to the Qiang flute with your hands behind your back? Can you please stop following me like a stalker?"

"You're unhappy." Zhongyue didn't mind his sister's complaints, "But the doctor said he doesn't care anymore, why are you unhappy?"

"How should I be unhappy? As soon as he said that, I ran to the sword-making workshop to make a sword for him?" Nian had annoyed expression. He pushed his brother away and started to select the materials for making the sword. Meng Tieyi was right. The Nian who was going to make a sword was completely different from the Nian who didn't care about anything on weekdays. His smile faded and a chilling aura emanated from him.

"You only come here when you're unhappy." Zhongyue shook his head. "The sky has furnaces, and the earth produces metals. You are the most powerful craftsman in the world. Jie defined your nature from the beginning, but you have always been tired of fighting. Besides, if you really want to forge, you don't need human tools at all."

"So what? Can't I use human things?"

Zhongyue said calmly: "You are upset."

Nian turned his eyes back, curled his lips and whispered: "Brother, you are like my old mother. I didn't realize you were so difficult before."

"I am male."

"It has nothing to do with gender." She simply didn't choose and sat on the floor. "Okay, I admit that I am a little bored."

She looked so lonely at this moment, her white clothes swallowed by the darkness.

"I think what the doctor said makes sense." Zhongyue agreed again without understanding the situation.

"How does that make sense?"

"He said that it's not necessary to be remembered by many people, just one or two is enough." He nodded gently, "This proves that he is an open-minded person. You should be happier and even try to win him over."

The corner of Nian's mouth twitched: "The fact that you can say this proves that you don't want to understand me, nor do you understand him."

Zhong Yue was also unhappy: "Let's not talk about him. I'm confident that I know a thing or two about you."

"But I know him. He said he reconciled with me, but that's definitely not a real reconciliation." Nian stroked the steel in his hand, a top-quality sword blank. There are really many good things hidden in this sword forge. "That means he doesn't care about me anymore... Well, brother, do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand your logic."

"Logical thinking... Big brother, you must be reading some books recently." Nian became very obedient and serious again, the moonlight shining on the girl's face, "Big brother, you should get used to being forgotten, but you won't mind. You are the least human among us."

"Don't you look like a human?"

"That's a compliment. If we each inherited a part of Him, you must have inherited all the good aspects." Nian said calmly, "So we are left with only the oddballs. My second brother is a paranoid, Xi is timid and autistic, and I am also... very afraid of being forgotten."

"You try so hard to fit in with the world."

"I know what it feels like to be forgotten. When a person dies, the people who remember him are gone, and there is no trace of that person in the world anymore." Nian sighed, "The doctor used to care about me a lot, but suddenly he doesn't care anymore. That could only be because he is extremely disappointed in me."

She really knew the doctor, and could see his sincerity at a glance, without even needing to elaborate. But Zhongyue frowned even more deeply: "You are judging others by your own standards."

"That's why I said you don't understand, brother. Your life is either spent practicing martial arts or on the battlefield... Do you sometimes mourn for your fallen comrades?"

“I remember every one of their faces.”

"Then they are very lucky, but you won't understand them, just like those humans won't understand beasts like us." The flames rose, and the brilliant flames dotted the night like fireflies. She was using high temperature to kill the impurities in the steel!

"He doesn't mind me, so he will naturally let it go. At that time, I told him that other people would drift away from him. If he really thinks it through, he will think that I am also a part of those people!"

The flames grew stronger, evaporating the moisture in the air. The girl seemed to be about to cry, but she bit her lip and said fiercely, "Will you inflict malice on someone you don't care about? No, because he is insignificant, just like the doctor thinks he is insignificant in our eyes..."

The metal melts and solidifies under this extreme flame. It is a perfect forging, whose precision even exceeds that of machines. Even the ancient masters would bow down in worship when seeing such a technique, because it is as if forging a sword for a king!

The flames lit up the world. The girl wantonly modified the structure of the weapon, and the prototype of the sword flickered faintly.

"Let's call this sword Soul Summoning?" the girl murmured in a low voice, and waved it casually. The wind from the sword split the cold iron in two. It was a truly divine weapon. In terms of casting craftsmanship, it was even better than the Scarlet Sky Sword in Chen Huijie's hand, which was forged by Thor Industries using ancient methods. However, there was the resentment of the slain dragon in the Scarlet Sky after all, and where was the soul that this "Soul Summoning" was going to summon?

She handed the sword to her eldest brother, then turned around silently. She suddenly felt very tired tonight and felt particularly uncomfortable.

I could hardly hold back my tears.

A hand pressed down on Nian's shoulder again. Nian wanted to resist, but the hand was like a rock.

"Big brother?"

"I didn't say you could leave." Zhongyue sighed and returned the sword to her. "Make a good scabbard and decorate the blade. Tomorrow, Pingsong Hou will host a banquet for guests. You and I must be there, and the doctor will be there too."

"Then you will give him the sword yourself." He did not allow any arguments, but perhaps his heart was touched as well. "Don't leave any regrets, Nian."

……

The singers and dancers on the stage twisted their waists, people drank and chatted below the seats, and red candles were dripping wax inside the gauze curtains.

Zhuang Ning looked at Pingsui Hou. The old man's face was already weathered. Although it was not wartime, he was wearing light armor. This time it was just him and himself. The old general watched the singing and dancing on the stage without saying a word.

In order to fit in, Zhuang Ning changed out of his black clothes and put on his regular clothes. Suddenly, the old general said, "It's been a long time since we last met, Doctor."

How can it be so long since we last met? I saw you half a year ago...Zhuang Ning complained in his heart. At that time, the person in charge of the Fragment Building was Pingshun Hou Zuo Xuanliao.

Zhuang Ning remained silent, and the old general didn't mind. As the number of people decreased, two more people appeared at the table.

"Grandmaster, and Miss Nian."

Zhongyue saluted meticulously with his fists clasped, but Nian did not like this scene, especially because he felt shy to see Zhuang Ning. However, due to his brother, he could only follow suit and clasp his fists.

Zhuang Ning found it even more interesting.

Seeing that everyone seemed to have gathered, Zuo Xuanliao raised his eyes, his pupils under his eyebrows were as deep as water. After all, he was the ruler of Yumen and had his own authority.

"Doctor." Pingsonghou said quietly, "The song and dance just now was meant to welcome you, but it seems that you are not very interested."

“Singing and dancing are nice, but your heart isn’t in it.”

Zuo Xuanliao smiled upon hearing this and raised his glass: "Is it because you were attacked by the assassins from the Shanhai Clan last month?"

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows - Shanhaizhong, in a broad sense, is a group of bandits in the territory of Dayan, but the term "bandits" is not quite accurate. To use Zhuang Ning's own metaphor, it is more like Dayan's version of... the White Lotus Sect?

Dayan has been established for a thousand years, and there have always been bandits in the territory. Among them, the Shanhai people are the most numerous. They worship the giant beast, call it a god, and use the slogan "All the four seas and eight wildernesses belong to their master" as their slogan. They hide in various places in Dayan and are simply professional rebels.

"No." He shook his head, "It wasn't the Shanhai Clan who killed me."

Although the second brother is extreme, he would not go along with the Shanhai people.

"That's not necessarily true." Zuo Xuanliao pushed the letter in his hand away. "If you read it, you will naturally know what's going on."

Zhuang Ning spread out the letter and took a look, and was shocked to find that the letter contained some key information and was written by a spy planted by Zuo Xuanliao in the Shanhai Clan.

Even Zhuang Ning was silent for a while after watching it, and his expression became particularly wonderful: "Great, great."

In just one month, chaos broke out within the Shanhai Clan. A man who called himself "Yi" killed many secret envoy leaders in succession and forcibly seized the position of the top leader of the Shanhai Clan.

Yi is just a code name, but who else would choose this name except the second brother?

Thinking about how his second brother had come to assassinate him a month ago, even Zhuang Ning admired his efficiency.

Zuo Xuanliao observed Zhuang Ning's expression, his mind full of thoughts. In his eyes, Zhuang Ning had just been assassinated for a month, and after waking up he rushed to Yumen without stopping. If nothing had happened, who would believe it?

Zuo Xuanliao still respected Zhuang Ning himself. On the one hand, he had worked with the doctor for a period of time. On the other hand, the doctor was involved with the Sui Beast, and the Grand Tutor had advised him to try his best to be on good terms with him, so he had no choice but to be cautious.

According to known information, the second brother almost destroyed Longmen at that time, but was stopped. The one who stopped him was the Doctor. The two must have become enemies, so Zhuang Ning was in a hurry. The Shanhai people had attacked Yumen twenty years ago. They shared the same suffering and were trustworthy allies.

Naturally, Zuo Xuanliao was not a young man, and his serious face made it hard to guess what he was thinking. He was the Marquis of Pingsui, and also a general with a large army under his command. He did not completely trust the doctor, but felt that the doctor was also a kind of person, and was very curious about Zhuang Ning's reaction.

"This is a headache." Zhuang Ning sighed softly. He was indeed surprised by this development. His second brother actually chose to use the Shanhai people as chess pieces.

Shanhaizhong, an organization that rebels under the name of giant beasts, is actually a group of rotten people. My second brother was able to defeat them in just one month.

Zhuang Ning thought that reality was not a simulation after all, the parameters were different, and the derived results would not pass. His second brother was very obsessed with him and would definitely beat him to death if he got the chance.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ning took a deep breath and looked intently at Pingshou Hou. His eyes were so sincere and solemn as if he was taking an oath.

Pingshun Hou seemed to have no reaction, but he clenched his hands tightly, looking forward to how this young-looking but actually quite capable man would deal with it.

Then he was speechless.

"I have a request, Marquis Pingsui." This was the first voice Zuo Xuanliao heard.

"I want to be a photographer." This is what he heard later.

For a moment, three colons hit Pingsuihou's head. What kind of code is this? Or is it the language of young people? Didn't they just talk about the Shanhai people and the Sui beast? This is about the safety of the mountains and rivers, what does it have to do with the photographer?

Without waiting for his reaction, Zhuang Ning reached into the fur next to him and took out the camera. It was made in Dongguo and it was obvious at first glance that it was very expensive.

This time, not only Zuo Xuanliao, but even Chongyue and Nian were stunned.

Zhuang Ning ignored him, skillfully played with the camera, and pressed the shutter: "Smile."

Zuo Xuanliao had a blank expression on his face: "This is not the time to joke, Doctor. You know how difficult that man is. Now that he has the Shanhai Clan, he is even more powerful. Even for your own sake, you shouldn't be so frivolous."

"But everything has happened. What's the use of being anxious?" Zhuang Ning shrugged and developed the film. What was printed on it was not Zuo Xuanliao, but the screen behind Zuo Xuanliao. It was a huge dragon, towering and showing its huge body like a mountain.

"PhD!"

Zuo Xuanliao looked displeased. After all, he was a general of Dayan and should not be insulted!

But before he could finish his words, several people walked into the hall. They were both men and women. Some had thick dark circles under their eyes, some had unshaven beards and looked dignified, and there were also beautiful women. These people were escorted by soldiers, and each of them looked uneasy.

After seeing Zuo Xuanliao, one of the women, who was dressed elegantly, seemed to be more confident. They actually knew each other. The woman shouted loudly, "Marquis Pingsong, I respect you as a person, but you sent your men to arrest me!"

"I'm afraid there's some misunderstanding here."

Zuo Xuanliao frowned. He knew this dragon woman. She was also a famous actress, the youngest actress in Da Yan. She had the capital to be arrogant and domineering.

Zuo Xuanliao looked at the other people again, his brows furrowed even deeper. He could not recognize most of them, but the attendants beside him knew them all, like the back of their hands.

"General, that's Director An. He's the director of the recent hit movie!"

"And that guy, he's the God of Wealth, oh, I mean, his pen name is the God of Wealth, he's a screenwriter and a part-time novelist, first-rate, absolutely first-rate, but I heard he made a mistake before and was put on ice!"

"And that person, that's a makeup artist, a top makeup artist!"

"besides……"

After listening to the attendant's report, Zuo Xuanliao was not relieved, but became even more nervous. The doctor used some dishonorable means to "invite" a filming team over, and he used the name of Pingshun Hou!

No wonder he just said he likes taking photos...

but.

But, we are talking about the age of 20 and the Shanhai Clan, how did we get into the movie? !

It was obvious that the people who were invited here for no apparent reason were both terrified and angry. At this time, Zhuang Ning quickly stood up and smiled, "It was a bit crude to call you all here, but the emperor ordered it, so we had to resort to this extraordinary measure."

The emperor’s order… everyone’s heart trembled.

Zhuang Ning really came here for the movie, and the imperial order was not false. He even used his connections to ask the Grand Tutor for instructions, otherwise how could he be qualified to mobilize Pingshou Hou's people.

That's right.

He wants to make a movie.

And it is not a small movie, it is a huge production that bears the name of the Great Yan Royal Family!!

Pingsonghou was struck by a huge sense of absurdity. He felt that he could not understand this world at all. "You may not understand it, Dr. Zhuang Ning, but now, the Shanhai people have ignited their war. We——"

"I didn't say it has nothing to do with the Shanhai Clan." Zhuang Ning gently interrupted Zuo Xuanliao, "Please be patient."

He took the initiative to pull out chairs and invited the bigwigs to sit down, praising their works - even though Zhuang Ning didn't even know who they were.