Chapter 208

Style: Heros Author: Bao Bao XinWords: 2034Update Time: 24/01/18 17:48:22
Do you recognize it? This Immortal Speech tells the story of Daojun Chiye and Venerable Suhua. That one over there is the actor who plays Daojun Chiye. Zhou Jichuan from our Shijue Mansion is quite famous. Have you heard of it? No ah? "

"never heard before."

"Oh, you are a member of Taichu Temple, right? Are you a token...or an inner disciple? That's probably because you don't usually pay attention to these things. Most of the sects are ranked first in cultivation. I heard..."

Jing Yingrong interrupted He Zongtao's muttering and asked, "Who is Master Suhua?"

He Zongtao: "He is the Taoist companion of Taoist Chiye in this fairy tale? That's not right, happy enemy? How do you say, the main interaction partner? Forget it, it's Dajiao'er anyway, you can treat it as Taoist Chiye's. Taoist companions have it."

Jing Yingrong asked doubtfully: "Taojun Chiye has practiced hard all his life and has rarely had any entanglements with others. Has anything happened between him and Venerable Suhua?"

He Zongtao looked at the mirror with a look of surprise mixed with amusement, "What happened? Nothing happened, because there is no such person as Venerable Suhua. This character was made up by this fairy show. You Why do you still take it seriously?"

Jing Yingrong: "..."

Ji Jie Bi: "Yes, another one whose love experience was fabricated."

Jing Yingrong: "Why do you want to make it up like this?"

He Zongtao said matter-of-factly: "There are a lot of people watching this. Don't most people just like to watch this kind of love and hate? As for people who don't like watching this type of thing, another movie "Ye Luo" is also in production. "Suitable for them, that one is closer to historical rumors. It mainly talks about the experiences of Daojun Chiye in the five hundred years before his death. It seems that the part of Daojun's adventure is currently being produced at Longshuangjian."

Jing Yingrong: "What's the name of this one?"

He Zongtao: "It's better to take pity on the person in front of you."

"..."

He Zongtao didn't notice the speechless expression on Jing Yingrong's face. He took a sip of fruit juice, shook his head, and said: "According to my experience, our film will definitely be more profitable. Not only does it have the element of love, but also There are battles of friendship, entanglements of grudges... I can’t say any more, and I will be punished for revealing too much of the plot.”

As he spoke, he walked towards a heavily guarded building with a mirror. Among the Shijuefu disciples on duty in front of the building, the one with the highest cultivation level stopped He Zongtao and said, "Senior Brother He, class leader and the others are discussing something."

He Zongtao opened the other party's hand and said, "Do you still want to tell me? Didn't you see that I brought guests from Taichu Temple? Go and place the mounts for the distinguished guests and ask the people from the Department of Animals to bring snacks."

Jing Yingrong handed Zhui Fengju to the disciple and followed He Zongtao into the building.

A large table was set up in the main hall. The table was piled with pens, ink, scrolls, jade slips and other objects. A group of people sitting around the table were noisy and blushing.

"I told you, listen to me, this paragraph has to be changed like this!"

"Why should I listen to you? Don't you understand that changing it to this will conflict with the subsequent plot?"

"The latter part can be adjusted. The important thing now is that Shi Ya said that her character's characteristics are not outstanding enough and she is not happy."

"What if she doesn't like it? If she doesn't like it, don't act. A small character really treats herself like a dish!"

"Hey, who made me the disciple of Elder Pan?"

"Let's not talk about it for now. You should think of a way. Deng Keshu is at "Ye Luo" and can't come back in time. Lu Yujie also said that he will participate in the inner sect trial in three days. What about the interaction between the two of them? "

"Then we can only find someone to replace Dunkeshu. Try not to give him a bad face and reduce the plot."

"I've told you a long time ago that we should set a rule. You can't participate in multiple immortal performances at the same time. I've told you before!"

"Hey! Who heard what I said? Zhong Qing wants to increase his remuneration. Please give me an idea!"

The noisy crowd was completely unaware of the arrival of He Zongtao and Jing Yingrong.

He Zongtao seemed to be used to this scene. He walked around half a circle and went to the only person present who was silent and seemed to be sleeping. He said: "Master Yin, hasn't the actor of Su Qin's real person not been decided yet? Let me recommend it to you. personal."

He moved Jing Yingrong to the front. Leader Yin slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the token on Jing Yingrong's waist. Then he wiped away his indifferent expression, sat up straight, and moved his gaze upwards.

Facing the gaze reflected in the mirror, Master Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked at her whole person with a sharp look like appreciating jewelry.

"This fellow Taoist's appearance is indeed impeccable, but her temperament is too different from the character of Su Qin. If I am not wrong, she should be an amateur with no experience at all." He said slowly.

He Zongtao stamped his feet: "Don't talk about whether these are some or not. It's as if the other actors are consistent with the character's temperament. Let's talk about that boy Sang Yang. With his appearance and temperament, why should he be regarded as romantic and handsome? The Venerable Sparrow Dancer? Do you know how much effort I put into making him look good? What’s the matter with my lack of experience? Su Qin has only played a few roles in total. Who can act but not act?"

Leader Yin pressed his forehead with his thumb and seemed to have a headache: "He Xiaopang, I know your hands are itchy, but there are many people vying for the role of Su Qin, and I can't just let you say a word..."

"What are you fighting for? To put it bluntly, aren't it just the elders in the sect who are trying to give their disciples a chance to show their faces? Those who have no backing or qualifications have been dismissed long ago. Do you think I don't know? I don't care, this matter is settled like this. They have opinions. Let them come to me."

He Zongtao was just about to act bad.

Leader Yin hissed and looked at Jing Yingrong, who was watching quietly the whole time. He first asked Jing Yingrong's name, and then said: "I made fellow Taoist Jing laugh. As a disciple of the inner sect of Taichu Temple, fellow Taoist Jing has If you are busy cultivating Jindan, how can you have time to do this?"

Jing Yingrong: "I'm not busy."

The subject of class Yin choked on his words.

He rubbed his brows, sighed, and said, "That's it. He Xiaopang, I promise you this, but there are conditions. Shi Ya wants you to be responsible for her full makeup, and you have to agree this time."

He Zongtao curled his lips: "I agree, I agree. Humph, I wouldn't even look at her. If it weren't for the treasure I picked up this time, it would make me extremely itchy... I won't tell you anymore. I'll bring my mirror friend over to change clothes and try on makeup." "

He was gearing up and looking forward to trying.

Leader Yin waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.

When He Zongtao and Jing Yingrong left, the group had not finished arguing.

After walking for a while, the two came to a three-story building.

"This is the makeup studio, but not everyone can come in. The background characters can only be dressed in the big shed over there."

As He Zongtao spoke, he waved to the disciples on duty who greeted him with a smile outside the gate.

After entering the door, noisy sounds came like a tide. In the huge space, many people were running around and busy. Some were holding piles of clothes and asking questions, and some were holding tools and working on other people's faces. There were mirrors of different shapes, big or small, suspended around him, making his face instantly frown when reflected in the mirror.