After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

It wasn't just because of the character's age, Lu Rong was stunned when he saw the name Chi Qing.

Especially when it comes to the character's biography, the more he reads, the more familiar it seems, and his expression becomes more and more strange.

Isn’t this his childhood sweetheart, the eldest princess’s youngest son Chi Yiqing?

They have been studying and writing together since they entered the Imperial Academy, and Lu Rong has been Chi Yiqing's study partner since childhood, and they have a very good relationship.

That year Lu Rong was 13 years old and Chi Yiqing was 14 years old.

Chi Yiqing had an amazing talent for martial arts since childhood. He did not like reading the Five Classics but only liked military books. Before he was twenty, the emperor discovered his excellent military talent and appointed him as the General of the Central Army, responsible for commanding the emperor's guards and army.

Later, relying on his profound background and his own efforts, he continued to rise to the top with the embellishment of talent.

When the commander-in-chief lost contact, he was given the task and commanded 3,000 elite soldiers to destroy two positions of Xiqiang in one fell swoop, laying a solid foundation for the victory of this Hexi Campaign.

After this battle, Chi Yiqing was awarded the title of General of Cavalry and became the youngest General of Ten Thousand Stones in the history of the Qian Dynasty. Wherever he went, fruits filled his carriage. That year, General Chi was sixteen years old.

Unfortunately, what happened afterwards...God is jealous of talented people, Lu Rong's eyes darkened.

In short, my old friend is a straightforward, courageous, honest and kind person. Although we have grown up and each of us has gone our own way, we have never stopped keeping in touch with each other.

Chi Yiqing also taught me some self-defense martial arts, so I should have enough basic knowledge in martial arts, right?

As for horse riding, he had been taught by someone special since he was young. His father once gave him a BMW from the Western Regions.

Moreover, the Qian Dynasty only mastered some techniques for caring for horse hooves, such as trimming horse hoof nails and making simple horse shoes using bamboo, wood, rattan, and leather.

It couldn't be possible that he could ride worse with horseshoes on?

I can ride a horse, I can fight, and I'm of the right age...rounding it off, I've met all the recruiting requirements.

Lu Rong lay on the pillow, counting on her fingers, and without much hesitation, she clicked on the link provided in the post and filled out her application form.

There were no problems with anything else, except the last requirement of submitting a video recording which successfully made Lu Rong sit up.

"Shoot a video showing your face while riding a horse or something that can prove you have martial arts skills?"

Lu Rong looked down at her solid cotton pajamas, then looked at the dark sky outside.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to shoot it that night, as there might be problems if I delayed.

As for clothes...just leave it that way, changing them will delay my sleep.

Lu Rong bent his legs and stood up, looked around, and soon his eyes locked on a clothesline.

Chi Qing is a brave cavalry general. As a cavalry commander, in addition to formulating battle strategies and organizing soldiers, he is best at horse riding, archery and spearmanship.

It just so happens that I have some knowledge of these skills.

The conditions are limited at the moment. There are no horses or bows and arrows. The only thing that can be demonstrated in accordance with the character's setting is spearmanship.

Lu Rong went downstairs holding the clothesline. It was already late at night and only a few faint lights were on downstairs.

After placing the Sony ZV-1 camera that the original owner bought when he was in the first year of high school.

He walked to the empty living room, stood with his left leg in front of him, his left hand in front of him and his right hand behind him, holding the clothesline with both hands, with the tip of the pole facing forward at a portrait in front of him.

The moment he gripped the pole, Lu Rong's expression changed.

The mist was blown away in an instant, and replaced by a terrifying light, like a falcon locking onto its prey.

At the moment when the momentum changed, the pink clothesline in his hand completely turned into a blood-red spear with a red tassel.

The long spear was like a dragon, stabbing out in an instant, and both hands holding the spear stabbed forward towards the enemy target.

In just a few seconds, Lu Rong demonstrated three techniques: flat stabbing, oblique upward stabbing, and oblique downward stabbing according to the angle of the gun tip.

It was just a simple action, but the sound of the gun tip breaking through the air was clearly audible, which was enough to show how skillfully the gun wielder used his strength.

The boy's body was as fast as lightning, his steps were steady, and every step was full of determination.

The spear in his hand flashed a cold light in the moonlight, and the tip of the spear was shining with cold light, which was frightening.

Lu Rong shook his wrist and swept the spear across. The powerful force brought up a gust of wind, and the leaves of the spring feathers could be vaguely seen swaying gently up and down a few meters away.

He turned his body, and the spear flew up and down in the young man's hand. He used various techniques of picking, plucking, pounding, poking, chopping and blocking freely, like a snake emerging from a cave or a dragon playing in the water.

The force-bearing area of ​​the clothesline pole head is much larger than that of a real gun head, so the noise caused is relatively large.

In order to avoid disturbing others and awakening his sleeping parents, Lu Rong restrained himself a little.

“This material should be enough.”

After simply shooting a three-minute video of the gun dance, Lu Rong did not break a drop of sweat and looked extremely relaxed.

Then he walked to the coffee table, picked up the camera, and returned to the room carrying the clothesline.

What Lu Rong didn't know was that while he was concentrating on recording the video, Lu Yangchun, who had gotten up to go to the bathroom at night, was standing in the corridor on the second floor with a look of astonishment on his face.

He even kept his hands on the waistband of his pajamas and couldn't put them down for a long time.

……

At this time, it was late at night in the Hengyang office building.

The famous director Fan Yi stared at his backstage with a look of deep resentment. His private messages had exploded, but faced with the massive amount of information, he still had to review it himself.

The enthusiastic producer who was also pulled in to do the brainwork also had a look of astonishment on his face, and was speechless as he watched the spoof video from the backstage.

No one can question the netizens' desire to join in the fun, and the public casting call has caused such a big stir, and it's not just the netizens who are making fun of it.

There were also some actors in their thirties who applied, without taking the recruitment requirements to heart at all.

The producer is Xiao Maiya, a good friend of Fan Yi and also Director Fan's favorite scapegoat.

As a producer, I have to stay in front of the computer late at night to review the work together, all thanks to this good friend of mine.

After watching one eye-splitting video after another, Producer Xiao leaned back in his chair in pain. With trembling arms, he picked up the eye drops on the table and dripped them into his slightly red eyes.

"I say, Lao Fan, can you really find the right actors this way? It takes four whole hours! Not to mention those with martial arts background, there aren't even a few who are really good at it!"

The obscene dancing figure just now was still lingering in his mind. Xiao Maiya covered his eyes and started to rant:

"This group of netizens are just messing around, joining in on all the fun, and there are some who are older than me. Talk to your conscience, are you ashamed to play a 16-year-old kid?"

Director Fan ignored his friend's complaints and reviewed it for five or six hours straight, his tone slightly tired: "Let's take a closer look..."

"Instead of this, why not go to the Shaolin Temple Academy and interview a few martial arts students? Maybe you'll be selected."