It is normal for Liu Qingshan not to be enthusiastic about the plot of the film.
Ye Weixing was not surprised that he didn't get any advice from him. He just mentioned the shooting situation again.
"Although there is still a long way to go before the filming is over, I already feel that the scene is excellent, and I can even call it a future classic in action movies. So, I want to thank you very much!"
Still maintaining his calm demeanor, Liu Qingshan replied with a smile: "If we talk about classics, I think the subsequent street fight with Brother Zijian and the fierce battle between him and Brother Dabao in the office upstairs are the best ones. After all, only A scene between two real masters is worthy of these two words!"
"Okay! If you have this confidence, there will be no problem. When the time comes, you must give your opinions in time!"
"I don't have the ability to interfere randomly in the script, but when it comes to kung fu, I still have some suggestions of my own. Brother Zi Jian, Brother Dabao, in fact, I have always been looking forward to seeing the showdown between you!"
He aroused the entire mood of several people with just a few words, especially Hong Dabao, who was more straightforward in character.
"Shan Zai, with you here, we will definitely be able to create classic scenes in the future! Let people outside see that our kung fu movies in Hong Kong haven't reached the end of the road yet!"
The content of the shooting that night was still related to some plot scenes in the stadium, and Liu Qingshan no longer needed to take action again.
But it wasn't that easy on the set. He didn't have any work commitments, and he still had to help the crew with trivial chores, because he felt that he was far from the stage where he could enjoy the treatment of the protagonist.
In fact, during the filming process, most of the time was spent waiting, even for the protagonist.
Not only does it take a lot of time to set up and prepare for each scene, but also each scene needs to be divided into separate shots for shooting.
With different actors, different angles, and different distances, a scene requires seven or eight takes to complete without making any mistakes.
Therefore, waiting is a required course for every actor, which is far from the crew life that ordinary people imagine.
Finally finishing work before eleven o'clock, Liu Qingshan politely declined the late-night supper invitation from Kunale and others as well as the crew. On the pretext that he had just experienced a long-distance voyage and needed a rest, Liu Qingshan and Shi Hui returned to the hotel resolutely.
In fact, he didn't feel any fatigue at all, but some of the feelings he had after tonight's shooting actually caused a slight fluctuation in the practice room in his mind.
He thought that maybe there was a possibility of improvement in his own realm, so he decided to give up this opportunity to get along well with his colleagues on the crew.
After sending Shi Hui to her room to rest, he put his consciousness into the super star maker without caring about cleaning.
Some kind of consciousness call coming from the practice room inside also became stronger as soon as he entered.
What he didn't expect was that from the moment he entered the practice room, he felt a strong pressure rolling in.
The kind of pressure that could almost rush the five possessions and six palaces in the human body made it difficult for him to move for a while. He hurriedly mobilized all the energy in his body to cover his body and try to resist.
Only by truly being there can you know the feeling of endless and huge pressure.
Even though his true energy was stimulated to the extreme, Liu Qingshan still felt its terrifying nature.
It was a feeling of a huge and boundless inexplicable weight pressing down on him. He could even hear the bones in his body creaking as if they were desperately resisting.
The shock from the soul also changes from shock to panic, to fear, to numbness, and finally to loss.
He was running his Qi as if he had lost his mind. At that moment, his madness and paranoia were completely out of control.
And gradually I felt the struggle and collapse deep in my heart, as if my soul was being torn apart.
At this time, he was really embarrassed. The dark brown shirt he was wearing had long been unable to distinguish the color. The stains on his forehead and cheeks looked like camouflage makeup.
The feet that had been bare for some time were covered in scars, and the blood, fresh flesh, and sweat stains were mixed together. It was horrible to look at, and they completely lost their usual free and easy state.
His face was swollen and red, almost bleeding. He was so stunned that he couldn't say a word. He could only struggle like a turtle landing on its back.
However, no ominous premonition came over her. She knew that as long as her consciousness stayed in the super star maker, she would be able to sense all dangers in advance.
So even though he was in so much pain that he wanted to commit suicide, he still refused to give up this opportunity of hard training for some inexplicable reasons.
His body had reached its limit, his brain was completely numb and he couldn't think. He could only gasp for air, and every muscle in his body seemed to be inoperable.
He knew that he should get used to it a little longer and continue to persevere, but he could hardly move forward with his heavy steps. He now had a taste of what it felt like to have his feet filled with lead.
The reason why he wanted to move was because of the result of his repeated attempts. Once he stayed in the same place, the inexplicable pressure would only become more and more unbearable.
Every inch of the bones in his body was creaking, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He was just using the inertia of his feet to move all the way.
The air in the respiratory tract of the lungs was so hot that it seemed to be boiling, so that the chest was burning and starting to tingle.
What's worse is that he feels that his feet are no longer his, and there are probably countless blisters on them.
But now my body is almost breathless, and the pain in my feet has been ignored for the time being.
At this time, I no longer have the energy to pay attention to my feet. My body and soul seem to have been separated. I could feel the sharp pain in my muscles before, but now I am just like a walking zombie.
Moreover, there is a weight like a Mount Tai on his back, and every movement consumes all the strength of the whole body.
Until he started coughing violently, the grinning expression clearly showed that his physical and mental pain had reached the extreme.
Just when he felt that he could no longer stop him, the inexplicable pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, causing the unsuspecting Liu Qingshan to fall to the ground.
All he knew was that he was breathing heavily, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them.
The hands and feet on his body seemed not to be his own, and for a moment he couldn't control their limpness.
He was lying on the floor like this, half-dead, humming like a little white rabbit after being ravaged.
He didn't know how long it took for the pain in his back to go from the initial surge to the intermittent short bursts of pain, but it finally made him feel better.
Only then did he have the strength to open his eyes, but what he saw was an invisible golden light curtain that began to surround his body.
Then the feeling in my hands and feet began to return. At that moment, the feeling was much more comfortable than eating a popsicle in the dog days of summer.
Next, the golden invisible light curtain gradually became dense and shrouded, and actually began to penetrate into his flesh and blood, and a numb and itchy feeling like crawling ants spread throughout his body.
He subconsciously raised his upper body to look, and was surprised to find that the scars all over his body were rapidly healing visible to the naked eye as the golden light spread.
