This group of extras worked extremely hard, striving to leave a deep impression on Yu Jing.
The common people in coarse linen clothes walked straight out with dull eyes. They were sluggish and rigid, even more rigid than robots, just like puppets on strings.
The audience's eyes widened, and the mouth grew bigger and bigger, almost able to fit a goose egg.
Especially when people take steps forward, their knees hardly bend and they really walk straight out.
Audiences who had never seen a zombie movie only found it creepy. The weather in July was unbearably hot, but they broke out in a cold sweat and had goosebumps on their naked and exposed skin.
【Fuck! No wonder this group of people didn't invite Caiyi Men, this is completely a witchcraft! 】
[It’s normal that exciting music can inspire fighting spirit and soothing music can soothe people’s hearts, but how can music control people! 】
[This is considered hypnosis. I would like to ask if a psychiatrist can do it? 】
[Hypnosis by psychiatrists can only make people fall asleep. They will not be as... overbearing as they are. 】
The camera swooped down from a high altitude and landed on the ancient trees that blocked the sky and the sun. A woman with a beautiful face stood in the shade of the tree, her clothes flying, a jade flute lying across her mouth, and melodious music sloping out.
Villagers walked into the mountains one by one, gathering towards her like pilgrims.
The martial arts people in the distance looked at this scene with complicated expressions.
"I am afraid that only three sect leaders can withstand such deep internal strength. The master of the Caiyi Sect is truly a hero among women."
Some people are unconvinced: "Controlling people with pleasure is just heresy."
"She saved countless people, who can deny it?" Wen Liang smiled softly, speaking like a gentleman, "Whether she is good or evil depends not on the martial arts she practiced, but on what she did."
As soon as these words came out, many people looked ashamed.
Wen Liang looked into the distance: "The devil knows that we are holding a martial arts conference, so he should monitor us in real time. Now move the villagers..."
There was a loud boom in the distance. It was Xue Yuye who sensed something was wrong and blew up the river dam in advance. The river roared and surged out from the gap, and the big trees, houses, fields...
Everything as far as the eye can see is destroyed.
Everyone's expressions changed.
"No, there are still villagers left behind!"
The flying bird, famous for its Qinggong skills, flashed into the distance, grabbed two ordinary people who were confused and ran towards the mountain. Everyone imitated the situation and began to use Qinggong skills to save people.
The village is built on the mountain, with mountain walls on both sides and a valley in the middle. Several leaders with deep inner strength looked at each other and came to the side of the mountain wall. The head of Shaolin gave a low shout, and gave Bo Da a hard blow with his fist. The rocks collapsed, using the boulders to block the coming crisis.
The leader of Wudang swung his sword down, and the big tree that the three of them hugged collapsed, lying across the middle of the road to prevent the rocks from being washed away by the flood. The leader of Huashan's swordsmanship is agile and elegant, but its power cannot be underestimated. Every time he swings it, the earth will wail and open a huge crack, and the flood will flow into the crack, greatly alleviating the crisis for the other two people.
Behind him, a group of juniors were carrying the villagers to the mountains to escape without stopping, and even the women from Caiyimen came to help. In front, the three masters are still holding on. The master of Shaolin has bulging veins, his hands are on a boulder, and there are ravines under his feet.
Both sides worked together to save thousands of innocent lives from the floods.
The audience was shocked by this scene.
[I finally know why I like Xia Kexing. Those who are powerful and willing to protect those around them are always the most popular. 】
【The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose. 】
[There are many people who are strong in force, but those who know how to restrain themselves are worthy of admiration. 】
[Some people are willing to risk their lives as bargaining chips for their illusory wishes, while others are willing to give everything they have to save them. This is Jianghu, a place full of bloodshed and bloodshed, but also a place full of chivalrous tenderness. 】
[Yu Jing really showed us a world with ups and downs and great beauty. 】
When everything calmed down, everyone's faces were already pale. Internal energy was forcibly extracted to make their meridians flow backwards. Many people vomited blood and barely stayed awake.
They supported each other and returned to the mansion. The ghost-faced man sitting in the hall smiled and applauded them: "As expected of a noble family, they really care about the world."
The sound containing inner power shocked the juniors' blood, and some couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. Only a pair of eyes glared at the ghost-faced man angrily.
The three heads stood in the front and asked in a deep voice: "Xue Yuye, what exactly do you want to do?"
The ghost-faced man took off his mask, leaving a face full of scars. He looked at everyone in the martial arts world sinisterly: "Ten years ago, I lost to that old man and walked away into the desert. Now that the ten-year period has expired, I also want to Just be a martial arts leader for fun."
In the previous competition, the winner was the Huashan Sword Master. The handsome man with a goatee said with a calm expression: "You killed the previous leader of the martial arts alliance. The righteous way of the Central Plains does not welcome you."
Xue Yuye sneered: "I'm afraid it's not up to you."
A rustling sound rang outside the mansion. Thousands of ghost-faced men surrounded everyone, pointing their weapons at them. The weapons glowed with blue light, obviously quenched with poison.
The inexperienced young knight cursed:
"A despicable villain who only knows how to backstab!"
"Shameless act! Evil heretics should not be rampant!"
"You are not worthy of standing in the ring. I will kill you sooner or later!"
"You are taking advantage of the situation. The internal strength of the three masters has been exhausted..."
Everyone was shocked and quickly covered the man's mouth, but it was still too late. The ghost-faced man narrowed his eyes, clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, okay, God helps me. Mu Qingfeng, please."
Huashan Sword Master covered his chest and slowly walked towards the ring. A young man stood in front of him. He looked at the broken sword behind the young man and was slightly startled.
"I'm not talented, but I'm willing to compete in this game for Taoist Master Qingfeng." Ge Chenguang said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
Wen Liang shook his folding fan with three smiles on his face. Sheng Zhu, who was beside him, looked as usual, and with the presence of his advisors, they still retained a lot of their internal strength.
The ghost-faced man's face darkened: "How can a young boy like me compare with me? Get out of here while I'm in a good mood!"
Ge Chenguang remained motionless and insisted on standing in front of the leader of Huashan.
"Mu Qingfeng, the more you live, the more you go back, and you are hiding behind a little kid." Xue Yuye laughed angrily, "Unless he can represent you, you have to admit defeat even if he loses."
The martial arts people present were very excited and stepped forward: "Master, let me go!"
Mu Qingfeng's eyes lingered on the broken sword for a moment, then he stroked his beard and smiled: "I believe him."
【So handsome! There will be a price for underestimating Ge Chenguang's comeback. Devil, watch your waist... No, watch your neck! 】
[Let me just say that Wen Liang, the wise man, will not be fooled easily. He will definitely not go wrong by telling his companions to conserve their energy. 】
[Why didn't he tell others? Was he afraid that no one would listen to him? 】
[He can overturn the chess game just by talking and laughing. He is a chess player, and the whole world is his chess game. 】
[Ahem, I suddenly had a rebellious thought. If Wen Liang were put into the Forbidden City, who would win? 】
[Shit, shut up. Are you afraid that Pei Yi’s fans will beat you to death? 】
[I don’t know who will win, I know the emperor will die the fastest. 】
[Sheng Tao: Kneel down, please don’t harm me. 】
The two people on the stage faced each other from a distance. Xue Yuye put on the ghost mask again, turned his fingers into claws, and stabbed Ge Chenguang's heart fiercely, obviously not intending to survive.
The young knight slipped and missed the attack, and pulled out the broken sword from behind. Its sharpness was still intact. The broken sword made the ghost-faced man shout out loud: "Dugu Qiuhe!"
Ge Chenguang flicked his wrist, and the broken sword was wrapped in a cold light, which stung everyone's eyes. It slashed at the shoulder of the ghost-faced man at a tricky angle.
"Boy, who are you, Dugu Qiuhe?" the ghost-faced man asked while avoiding.
Ge Chenguang did not answer. The dense sword light formed an airtight spider web, trying to catch the prey. The ghost-faced man saw this and stopped asking. It didn't matter what the relationship was, it didn't stop them from dying here today.
Zhang Feng and Jian Mang were fighting fiercely on the stage, while the others were staring closely at the two people on the stage, paying close attention to whether Ge Chenguang could win.
Wen Liang noticed that the demon sect's men were about to make a move. He walked up to a woman in colorful clothes who was carrying a lyre and asked in a warm voice, "Miss, can I borrow the piano?"
He sat down cross-legged, placed the guqin on his legs, and gently plucked the strings with his well-jointed fingers. The deep sound of the qin was like a continuous spring in the valley. The demon sect's subordinates brought by the Ghost-faced Man no longer hid, and aimed their weapons at Wen Liang and slashed at him fiercely.
The gentle and elegant young master remained calm in the face of danger, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed in the sky above the entire mansion. All enemies who stepped within three feet were shocked by the invisible attack and their seven holes were bleeding, like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down.
As for those demon sects who wanted to deal with the martial arts people, Shengzhu's silk ribbon strangled their necks like a spiritual snake and pulled them hard, causing their heads to fall to the ground and they died with their eyes open.
The martial arts people had no sympathy for the Demon Cult, and they all applauded.
Xue Yuye on the stage was furious. He left the ring and slapped Wen Liang in the face. Wen Liang leaned back to avoid the cold wind of the palm and threw the lyre high with his wrist, blocking Xue Yuye's sharp claws.
The five fingers collided with the strings, making a clanging sound like weapons intersecting. After avoiding the attack, Wen Liang turned the lyre around and plucked the strings again, making a loud noise and hiding murderous intent.
In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for five rounds. Ge Chenguang arrived and drove back the ghost-faced man with one sword. Since the Demon Sect does not respect martial ethics, they no longer hold back. One person attacks from a distance and the other fights at close range, forcing Xue Yuye to retreat steadily. Sheng Zhu stands by the others to prevent accidents from happening.
The intensive attacks dazzled the audience, who held their breath and stared at the screen, for fear that the situation of the battle would change if they took a breath.
It wasn't until Ge Chenguang's broken sword neatly sealed the Ghost-faced Man's throat with one blow that they slumped in their seats and gasped for breath, clutching their unbalanced heartbeats.
Touching the sweaty forehead, the audience could not recover from the fight for a long time. That sense of urgency on the line between life and death, Yu Jing faithfully conveyed it to the audience through the lens, tugging at their heartstrings.
Look at the progress bar...
【Ah ah ah! Why is it so fast, it’s almost the end! 】
[My optical brain is definitely broken, and its time jumped to the early morning. 】
[Wake up, I started dreaming before I fell asleep. It’s the end of the fifth episode. I hate Director Jing for the first time. Why does it have to end? I want to continue walking around the world with Ge Chenguang. 】
[I suddenly feel a little panicked, the knight's journey is really coming to an end. 】
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Even though I knew this was the last five episodes when I clicked on it, when it came to the end, I still felt empty and uneasy, not knowing where to go.
The drama palace ends with a sense of unfulfilled expectations, while the knight's journey ends with a feeling of loss.
The audience watched Ge Chenguang and his team sell off the assets of the demon sect and pay compensation to the people who suffered the disaster. They watched Ge Chenguang decline the title of leader of the martial arts alliance and ride a horse to catch up with his friends.
A group of martial arts people looked at each other and parted ways, waiting for the next gathering.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the three of them, dyeing their high-spirited faces red. They held their horses under their backs, shouted low, and galloped away into the distance. The setting sun stretched their shadows longer and longer.
"Idiot, where should we go next?"
"How about going to the top of the snow-capped mountains? I heard there are thousand-year-old snow lotuses there."
A few whispers were scattered in the wind, leaving only the cheerful laughter, and another turbulent period.
…
After the five episodes of Xia Ke Xing were played, it was already early in the morning.
The audience looked at the three words of the finale and couldn't let go for a long time.
It's really over.
The screen pauses on the scene where Ge Chenguang and his friends are chasing the sunset on horseback.
From the perspective of bystanders, the audience accompanies the three people as they travel through the world, experiencing danger after danger and then averting danger.
