The shadow of the past and the present arrives

Chapter 53

The martial arts instructor wiped off his cold sweat. He and this lady don't have any deep hatred. No matter how they move, it's like wanting his life.

Song Weimu withdrew his hand, and arched his hand at the martial arts instructor, "Good work!"

Director Zhang came over and patted her on the shoulder with bright eyes, and exclaimed, "Okay, good!"

Song Weimu said modestly, "It's been a long time since I practiced swordsmanship, and my skills are a lot rusty."

After speaking, he smiled at Chu Qianbai, Director Zhang was obviously inspired, his face was full of excitement, and he pointed at the man in armor, "Don't hang on to Wia, just fight with him, and remember a sword at the end Stabbed him to death, knelt down on the ground without strength, and supported him with the sword."

The face of the person being pointed at was so hard for a moment, the force value that this beautiful woman just showed was obviously much higher than him, he was purely beaten when he went up, and what Director Zhang said was so bloody, don't feel too sad.

Immediately afterwards, Director Zhang looked at Song Weimu's shape and was dissatisfied, "Who made the shape, what's the mess on the head, take it off."

The stylist's face is also bitter, how can a cannon fodder have such a fine shape, maybe this scene will be cut, but the director is God in a crew, he can only accept his fate and change it if he is dissatisfied.

Just as he was about to pull it down and start a new hairstyle, Director Zhang stroked his chin and said, "Not enough time."

The stylist didn't know whether to pull it or not.

Director Zhang clapped his hands, "It's okay to loosen your hair. If you fight, you will die. You don't need to show any image. Splash some blood stains on your clothes. No, when you stab him to death, you must splash blood on your face." Blood."

No one expected that a cannon fodder would make Director Zhang so picky, and the field affairs quickly got busy.

The hair that had just been pulled up was removed again. Although the director said that it is fine to let the hair loose casually, the stylist dared not do it. The red silk thread was braided into the hair, and a cloisonne comb was attached to the back. It took less than 10 minutes to fix it. Director Zhang looked at it and was satisfied.

With a wave of your hand, let's get started!

Song Weimu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she was silent, and stabbing the armored man who was posing with the sword, it was still a deadly move, neat and simple.

This scene is without any lines.

Sometimes it is far more difficult to shoot without lines than with lines, it all depends on the actors' body movements or expressions.

That actor was a cannon fodder younger than Song Weimu, and he didn't even have a name. If this scene was not cut, it would not exceed 20 seconds at most. For the sake of effect, they had to have a real fight.

Of course, the actor was pressed and beaten. Not everyone has learned martial arts or swordsmanship. Song Weimu's moves are fatal. Even though he knew that the sword in front of him could not kill anyone, the actor still avoided subconsciously, because Song Weimu's eyes were so indifferent , silently, a little creepy, as if he was an ant, and the other party could destroy it with a wave of his hand.

One move failed, and Song Weimu stabbed into the actor's abdomen without blinking. The actor watched the long sword stabbing towards him with a flickering cold light, and almost subconsciously let out a scream. The blood bag in his abdomen burst and splashed Song Weimu all over. , the red clothes are not visible, a few drops of blood splashed on the white face, taking advantage of the eyes that look like a dead person, the long hair is messy, and the whole body is messy, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"NG!"

The director shouted with a loudspeaker, "Where did you find the actor? Damn, do you know how to act? You are dead now! Dead!! Dead!! Got it! You are standing stupidly and someone will give you another sword!" !"

The actor who looked stupid was scolded bloody, even worse than the actress yesterday, and hurriedly put on makeup again in disgrace.

Song Weimu's ears hurt from being yelled at, and it seems that all directors have a good voice.

After such a difficult week passed, Song Weimu felt as if he was reborn as a human being when he came out of that mountain nest.

Duan Ershao looked at Song Weimu in shock, and when Song Weimu was thinking about slapping him, Duan Ershao quickly changed his distressed expression, "...Honey, why have you lost so much weight!"

Song Weimu's energy has been almost exhausted in the past seven days, and she urgently needs to find a place to replenish energy. Now she sees a steaming steamed stuffed bun and thinks it is delicious food. The transportation in the mountains is inconvenient, and it usually takes a week to go out to collect things. Don't talk about meat, even fresh vegetables are unpalatable, and a pack of pickled mustard per person is delicious. The dishes made by the master in charge are comparable to the cafeteria on a university campus.

It's all tears.

Song Weimu weakly walked around Duan Ershao and prepared to dodge him, Duan Ershao's expression quickly returned to normal, he changed cars again today, and patted the stunning front of the car, "Go, I'll take you to a good meal!"

Song Weimu didn't have the strength to fight with him, got into the car, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, listless all the way, but he was refreshed when eating, even though he still looked very elegant, he couldn't hold back the speed of serving food.

(End of this chapter)