Chapter 35: Qing Ling San Da Huan Zhong

Thirty-five:

With this in mind, he followed Li back.

Feng Gao saw him coming, and Little Li and the two complete sparring again, let Qing Ling and Huan Zhong watch.

"Will?" He asked, "You two try?"

Huan Zhong: ......

Huan Zhong thinks he doesn't understand, but if he tries, he's better than Qing Ling.

"OK." He said.

Qing Ling naturally had no problem, fanning herself and saying, "Come on."

Huan Zhong slowly raised his sword, then stabbed at Qing Ling, who fought him with his fan closed.

Huan Zhong can't keep up with the fight. What's the back sword move? Left or right? Forget it, the right.

Huan Zhong slashes his sword, Qing Ling raises her fan and knocks his sword, "Wrong, left."

"Who said left, it's clearly right." Huan Zhong bluffed.

Feng Gao, "It's the left side, Huan Zhong. You're wrong, start over."

Huan Zhong: ......

Huan Zhong gritted his teeth in anger and restarted, however, after this move, the latter he forgot, should he stab or retract?

As he hesitated, Qing Ling "snapped" his fan and tapped his sword again, "Slow down, you should take your sword back."

Huan Zhong: ......

Feng Gao saw it, "Huan Zhong, haven't you memorized it yet?"

"Of course not." Huan Zhong stiffened his lips, "I'm just not very skilled yet, so what, you have to give me some time, you know?"

Feng Gao certainly understands. After all, he has been a professional martial arts instructor for many years.

"Then I'll demonstrate with Lee again, you look good."

Huan Zhong quickly nodded his head.

Feng Gao quickly demonstrated it again with Li, and repeated it again specifically with the second half of the movement, asking, "Remember?"

"Pretty much." Huan Zhong said.

"Then try it with Qing Ling."

Huan Zhong turned around and brought up his sword to stab at Qing Ling, not long before Qing Ling knocked his sword again, "The other side."

Huan Zhong is so angry. Doesn't he want to lose face? Why does he keep saying he's wrong?

"Let's go over there." He lifted his chin in a gesture.

Qing Ling didn't care, Feng Gao wanted to stop him, Qing Ling waved her fan at him, "It's fine, Mr. Gao, you teach the others, we'll both go practice alone."

Feng Gao heard this and had no choice but to go along with them.

Huan Zhong and Qing Ling picked a place where there weren't many people around before they started practicing.

"Don't knock my sword." Huan Zhong said.

"Good." Qing Ling smiled.

Huan Zhong then felt relieved to stab at him, Qing Ling and him for several moves, found that this guy's mistakes are those few fixed sword moves, simply never change, lifted up the fan and knocked him on the head.

Huan Zhong: ?

Huan Zhong :!

Huan Zhong was furious, "What are you doing?"

"You're not the one who said no knocking on your sword."

"So you knocked me on my head."

"You're not thinking straight." Qing Ling educated him, "Don't you realize that you're wrong the same way every time? You're being 'I'm wrong, but I still dare'?"

"Then I can't do anything about it." Huan Zhong had actually noticed it, but what was the point of just noticing it, "It's a fight for time, even if I noticed it, I wouldn't be able to notice it in a real fight."

He thought for a moment, "Forget it, I'll talk to Director Li, when it's time to shoot this scene, we'll do it in three takes, and each time we'll just disconnect from where I'm wrong, that's fine."

Ling Ling thought that he was quite good at thinking of methods, "It's okay, but the coherence and tension of the fight will also be less, this scene itself has no pressure, it's just two people going through the motions, that's why Mr. Gao thought to choreograph it to look good and attract the audience. The way you are, although it's okay, it's always not as smooth as a single shot to the end."

"And you know a mirror to the end?" Huan Zhong raised his eyebrows at him, "So what's your best idea?"

"Of course there is a way, I'll just play match for you."

"Just you?" Huan Zhong said disdainfully, "It's not that I'm looking down on you, you're a newcomer and you still have this ability."

Qing Ling laughed softly, "You still have the nerve to say that it's not me who's looking down on you?"

Huan Zhong smiled, his eyes filled with helplessness, "Isn't this just being polite? How else can I say, sorry, I do look down on you?"

"Because I'm new?" Qing Ling asked.

"Because you airborne male lead." Huan Zhong looked at him, "You don't have a small backstage, do you?"

"I'm an actor in Morning rise, this play is invested by Morning rise, what's wrong with me playing the male lead?"

" Morning rise So many people chose you, isn't that a problem?"

"It's simple, because I have the best acting skills. I have a good image, a good face, and my acting skills beat everyone else, so who won't be attracted to me?"

Huan Zhong was dumbfounded, "I've never seen such a brazen person!"

Qing Ling smiled slightly, "Well then, let's start with this fight scene and I'll tell you why Morning rise is cupping me."

Huan Zhong gave a mocking smile.

Qing Ling still had that cloudy look, "Come on, you make the first move."

Huan Zhong gave him a scornful look, "Then I'm really coming."

He looked at Qing Ling , "Seeing as I debuted earlier than you and count myself as your senior, I would kindly advise you not to be too arrogant, or else, there are plenty of people who would like to teach you a lesson."

After Huan Zhong finished speaking, his eyes changed and he attacked him sternly.

Qing Ling unhurriedly continued his move, and when he was about to make a mistake, he skillfully changed his stance, and then the fan opened and closed, and in the process, brought his sword around in a circle, and actually connected to his next move.

Huan Zhong was surprised and when he looked up, he saw Qing Ling looking at him with a smile on her face.

He was a bit shy, his sword moves became more and more biting, Qing Ling was not in a hurry, still fighting fast with slow, waves and waves, until this fight was complete.

Huan Zhong is puzzled, "You've done this before?"

Qing Ling shook her fan.

"And how would you?"

"Talent." Qing Ling said, "What I said about me being a good actor is not only in the literary theater but also in the martial arts, otherwise why would Morning rise suddenly praise me?"

Huan Zhong was a bit baffled when he heard that.

Qing Ling, seeing that he seemed to have nothing more to say, approached him and said, "Shall we continue?"

Huan Zhong was speechless and gave him a look without saying anything.

The two practiced for a while longer, and when they heard Director Li looking for them, they went back.

"Well? Can we shoot?" Director Li asked.

"It's okay." Qing Ling said.

Huan Zhong also nodded.

Seeing this, Director Li gave a few more instructions with them and started filming.

He had thought that this martial arts scene could only be filmed in one section first, or in any case several times, after all, martial arts scenes are always more difficult for young actors nowadays.

To his surprise, however, the scene passed with flying colors the first time around.

Director Lee couldn't believe it and watched the replay with one eye.

Feng Gao stood next to him and watched the replay on camera, keenly aware that Qing Ling had changed a couple of his moves.

As he watched calmly, he suddenly realized that the few moves Huan Zhong had made in error were still wrong, just that they were no longer visible at this moment.

Because Qing Ling's articulation is so smooth and perfect, it's as if, at the very beginning, that's how the fight scene between them was designed.

It was only then that Feng Gao realized that Qing Ling was actually making a mistake to save time and to ensure that the fight scene was completed.

So Huan Zhong changed his move on the premise that he could not change his mistake in a short time.

He's still got a lot of heart.

Feng Gao's eyes silently showed a few moments of amazement and appreciation.

"It's a talent." He laughed.

Director Lee looked back at him, "Who are you talking about?"

"Who do you think I'm talking about?" Feng Gao asked rhetorically.

Director Li understood, "I can't imagine that there's any fresh meat nowadays that you can look at."

"I never discriminate against any actor." Feng Gao looked at him, "It's just that the fresh meat actors before were too petulant, so I don't like them too much, but when there are excellent ones, I do appreciate them."

Martial arts directing is not an easy job, and a good fight will be a jaw-dropping visual feast for the eyes.

However, at a time when keying and special effects are popular, many young flower girls are reluctant to waste their efforts on overly complicated martial arts instruction.

They just want to pose and leave the rest to keying and special effects.

There are very few people like Qing Ling, who not only learns quickly and carefully, but also learns by example, and based on their own learning experience, they can modify their own movements to match their opponents, thus perfecting the whole martial arts scene.

He is one of the few, who has the heart and the ability to do so.

That's why Feng Gao likes it and thinks he deserves a better future.

The two of them crossed the line and left the shooting area.

Huan Zhong looked at Qing Ling with a twisted feeling, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't want to.

Qing Ling was too lazy to speculate on his mind and raised his hand as he passed by, knocking him on the head with his fan in passing.

Exasperated, Huan Zhong glared at him so hard that he couldn't wait to knock him back.

Sihui Zhou, the agent, rushed him back to his rest area and handed him a glass of water.

Huan Zhong just drank two sips, suddenly thought of something murmured, "Back then, Master Bodhi knocked three times on the head of the Monkey King, it was for him to go to him on the third shift, then he just knocked me, could it be for me to go to him on the first shift?"

"Who does he think he is, with such a big frame." Huan Zhong spat.

Sihui Zhou didn't quite hear him and asked him, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Huan Zhong waved his hand, hesitant to go to his appointment.

Qing Ling sat on a chair, idle, and sent Chen Yu a tweet saying, [Did you miss me?

Chen Yu was reading a document when he heard the sound of a cell phone, picked it up and glanced at it, and smiled involuntarily.

Chen Yu: [Did you miss me?]

Qing Ling is very generous: [I want to, why else would I send you a tweet].

Chen Yu, seeing him say that, honestly said: [I'm the same]

Qing Ling: [I filmed a scene with Yanyu Qin today.]

Chen Yu: [How does it feel?]

Qing Ling thought: "I feel like ...... this is the best actress in our company? The acting is not as good as I thought it would be.

Chen Yu : [She's very good looking, these days it takes a face to become popular].

Qing Ling smiled, [You think she's good looking?

Chen Yu: ......

Chen Yu Inexplicably, he felt that this was probably a life-saving question.

Chen Yu: [It's not that good looking.]

Qing Ling: [Not that good looking is how good looking?]

Chen Yu simply can't: [Just like ordinary people, general.]

Qing Ling curled her eyes, thinking that he really has a desire to live. If Yanyu Qin is still considered ordinary, how many people can't even reach the level of ordinary?

Qing Ling: [So do you think I look good?

This question Chen Yu will.

Without hesitation, he replied, [You're especially good looking!

Qing Ling haha laughed.

Liu Xiao looked at him in confusion, "What are you smiling about, Ling."

"I think of happy things." Qing Ling said.

"Like what?" Liu Xiao asked him.

"Like when someone compliments me on my good looks."