The Road to Rebirth of the Movie King

August NO.15 is the national release day of "Ink Seal". In view of the continuous effect caused by Chenyao's hot hype some time ago, the tickets of all major theaters were sold out as soon as they were released. Qiao Gaoyang was lucky and booked a ticket at noon of the day The ticket is located in the center of the seat, which has a very good viewing effect.

Entering the cinema, the crowds are dense. It is rare that there are so many guests in the theater on a hot summer day, and most of them come to watch the same movie.After changing the ticket, Qiao Gaoyang sat in the waiting area drinking Coke and listening to the discussions of the people around him. From time to time, someone mentioned Ye Changshi’s name or nickname in his ears. He couldn’t help but feel proud of his idol, drinking Coke even more happily , Even the resentment of being robbed of the role was left behind, and my heart was full of the movie to watch next.

The waiting time of about half an hour passed quickly. Before the ticket check, Qiao Gaoyang went to buy another pack of tissues to take with him—he had a premonition that this movie would definitely not be a joyous one. "The red eye sockets of the crowd pouring out of the screening hall can be seen, after all, his idol always likes to take on roles that abuse both body and mind.

Went to the toilet and entered the screening hall with a tissue in his pocket. The movie seats were almost full, and only a few seats were vacant. Qiao Gaoyang found his seat and sat down. Seeing that the advertisement was still playing on the big screen, he took out his mobile phone Clicking on the topic of "Moyin", wanting to brush up everyone's impressions, a few girls beside him were chatting, the volume was not light, and the words inevitably rushed into his ears.

"Is it true what you said about the Great God and the leader?"

"what?"

"As far as they are dating, you can read the issue of "Unexpected!" from "Ink Seal"..."

"Oh, you're talking about the love affair? Isn't there a rumor about it?"

"What, it's all made up by the brains, my master and the lord can only be true love!"

"Hey, whatever, I only pay attention to my Brother Xiaochi..."

Qiao Gaoyang looked at his phone and snorted lightly. Of course he knew about the rumors on the Internet, but he didn't take them to heart, and he didn't even bother to listen to the lies fabricated by unscrupulous entertainers in order to gain fame and fortune. Knowing what is going on in the industry, as for those netizens who can only follow suit, they view the entertainment industry as if they were looking at things in a mirror, only as if they were.

There was a lot of gossip around, and Qiao Gaoyang couldn't help feeling a little uninterested in the unfamiliar aftertaste, so he simply turned off his phone and stayed in a daze.

The light in the projection hall was dim, and I could only see a mobile phone glowing with dim light, black figures in twos and threes were close together and whispering, and the voices gathered together were a bit noisy. It was not until the movie started that the room gradually quieted down.

Qiao Gaoyang leaned back on the chair, unconsciously wiped off the water droplets on the wall of the Coke cup with his fingers and wiped them on a paper towel, and looked ahead intently.

On the big screen, the logo of the production film industry alternately appeared, and the opening title faded out in the clouds. Not long after, the film officially began to play.

[A bright red figure appears, tall and straight, high-spirited, the camera advances from behind him, and turns to the front of him, the dark pool-like eyes reflect the distant Qingqiu mountain top, majestic and straight into the sky.

The snow on the peak in the distance was dyed a faint pink by the dusk. He raised the corner of his mouth, flipped his palm, and a silver light shot out from his dantian, falling on his fingertips and turning into a sharp long sword. He threw it upwards, Suspended in mid-air.

"Fellow Daoist—"

The man in red stopped and looked back, looking at the direction of the sound. The bright afterglow of the setting sun was on his side, making his neck extraordinarily pure and flawless. Pale.

At the foot of the mountain, the only vermilion in his friend's eyes was particularly bright, so the scenery at dusk seemed even more bleak. Looking at the slightly lonely figure, he felt unreasonable palpitations in his heart, but he didn't take it to heart, just regarded it as Reluctant to leave, he opened his mouth and said, "Bon voyage, send my regards to your master—"

Wen Yanran waved her hand, turned around and jumped onto the long sword, which turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the clouds in an instant. 】

Seeing this scene, there were faint murmurs in the auditorium. Qiao Gaoyang heard the girl next to him comment with a smile on the special effects of this movie. Biting the straw of Coke, he raised the corner of his mouth, and silently added in his heart: there are more beautiful things to come.

At the beginning of watching the movie, there will be a little discussion from Europe, Russia and Japan in the screening hall. A series of plots of the deceased developed compactly, and everyone gradually got used to sinking into it... The protagonist Shimen was destroyed, and Wen Yanran was chased by the demons all the way Killing to Fenglai Island, the audience's hearts were raised when they watched, staring at the screen and not daring to relax for a moment. It was not until Mo Qian came out with his immortal energy to rescue him that the tense atmosphere was relieved a little.

Qiao Gaoyang is different from them. In fact, he found the feeling of watching a movie only after Mo Qian appeared. The beginning before is more like the prologue of a story. What Su Chi and others did was just substitute the audience into the laid-out In the plot, the emotional investment in the play is almost too high, and the general human body can't understand it. They feel that the character looks natural and comfortable and does not maintain it. This actor's acting skills are considered good, but in his opinion, "naturalness" and "acting" are two different things. The reason why it is "natural" is because the character has the actor's own personality, and the "acting skill" is to let the actor as a whole become the role he wants to interpret.

Just like Mo Qian, Qiao Gaoyang can't see the shadow of Ye Changshi in him. He is a character who only belongs to this world of cultivating immortals, and the same is true for Shao Fu back then. This is what can be called acting.

Director Zeng does not use too many fancy techniques in the processing of screen shots. The feature of his films is to express a story completely and smoothly, without those esoteric words, and without deliberately adding unnecessary things for artistic effect. The plot allows the masses to get into it and understand the story.

An hour passed, and the scenes on the big screen changed. The audience looked more and more serious. There were few laughing faces or whispering. The audience was silent. They were obviously immersed in the movie. Driven by their emotional ups and downs, they all watched the movie intently, holding tissues in their hands for use at any time.

The film disappeared in Mo Qian, Moran committed suicide by taking poison and reached a climax. Wen Yanran buried her body with pain and regret. Silently wipe away the tears that are about to overflow from the corners of the eyes, and this is just the beginning.

[The setting shadows are thick, the sky is burning bright red, Fenglai Island, which is divided by the fairy and the devil, no longer has the leisure and ease of the past, the birds in the forest are silent, and the spirit beasts are hiding in the mountains, it seems that even the air has become muddy , only the top of the fairy mountain is separated by a strong spiritual barrier, and there is still a clean place.

Wen Yanran changed into an unremarkable black shirt, bypassed the patrolling disciples, and entered the passage leading to the forbidden area of ​​Xianshan Mountain.

In the forbidden area of ​​the First Immortal Island, there are 49 types of formations, one link after another, full of dangers and dangers, and non-island owners can be said to be close to death if they enter.

Stepping into the enchantment of the forbidden area, the field of vision suddenly darkened, the wind across the face became icy cold, it seemed that it could turn into a sharp blade and wipe off the neck at any time, Wen Yanran felt that he was crazy, and actually came to this forbidden area of ​​the fairy island, But he has no other choice, get the ink seal, go back in time, everything will turn around, otherwise, it will be a dead end...

He took a step forward with a serious expression, his spiritual power gathered under his feet, and his figure walked through the formation like a ghost.

As if the forbidden area had received a signal from the intruder, all the formations were activated at the same time, and the five-element spells were transformed alternately, even causing thunder to roll from the sky, ferocious spirit beasts, poisonous spirit flowers, and every plant and tree were guards. Going inward, the attack is more intense.His pace became slow from injury to injury, he was bleeding profusely all over his body, his black clothes were completely soaked, and his flesh was blurry. Even so, he managed to crawl to the center of the forbidden area with one breath.

At that time, it was already dusk, and everything was silent.Wen Yanran dragged his heavy steps and staggered over the railing to the only wooden house in sight.Pushing open the door, the furniture in the empty room is extremely simple, a man in white clothes is practicing cross-legged on the wooden bed, his arrival did not cause the man to make any movement, but the two candles on the table were lit just in time, as if waiting for someone to come .

Seeing this familiar figure like a banished fairy, Wen Yanran suddenly laughed out loud, his voice hoarse and indistinguishable, the candles in his eyes flickered under his disheveled long hair, and a momentary flicker appeared on his hazy, crying face in the dimness. distortion.

The person on the bed was motionless, his face was calm, as if he had lost consciousness.

Wen Yanran didn't seem to care whether he responded or not, she leaned against the door against the wall, looked up at the night sky, and said weakly: "You have been hiding here for so long, you must not know what's going on outside... tell you a good news Which do you want to hear, news or bad news?"

The person on the bed remained silent, not even rolling his eyes.

"Then it's good news. After all, I abducted your apprentice back then, so I want to make you happy first." Wen Yanran didn't look at him, and said to herself in a hoarse voice, "That witch who always haunts you She died, she died terribly, you know, the demons have always been cruel to traitors."

As he said that, he coughed as if he was choking on something, and choked out a big mouthful of blood. The blood flowed down his chin and onto the unrecognizable skirt of his clothes, but he just casually raised his hand to wipe it off, smiled again, and continued. : "First her dantian was shattered, then her golden core and eyeballs were gouged out, her skin was cramped, her bones were ground and her heart was broken. Her soul was put in a rock fire array, and it was baked for a hundred years until it was wiped out... You say, Why is she so stubborn? After all, she is also the Fourth Hall Master of the Demon Palace. If she admits a mistake, she will be forcibly erased and start over again. How can she suffer so much and end up in a situation where she can't survive..."

Following his words, the breath in the room gradually became unstable, the brows of the person on the bed frowned slightly, and the trajectory of the spiritual power around his body was slightly shifted, so he had to work hard to guide it back to the original path.

Wen Yanran didn't seem to notice this change, his gaze moved from the sky to the forest at the door, and a beautiful figure appeared in his mind, dancing a sword among the snow and plum blossoms, the autumn moon and spring breeze, so beautiful, but this figure was quickly overwhelmed by the desolate tomb. It was covered up, a piercing sadness leaked from all the organs in his body, followed by a heart-piercing cough, his face was pale, his clothes were covered with blood, if he hadn't leaned against the wall, he would have collapsed a long time ago up.

But in this serious injury situation, instead of healing himself, he still did not forget to talk to Mo Qian.

"The following is bad news." He bent the corner of his mouth, but asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Still no answer.

"My question is really superfluous, who is not afraid..." There was a long silence, as if strong emotions were brewing.

"I vaguely remember you saying that you, Mo Qian, are also a person in the immortal way," he said without sadness or joy, but his eyes gradually became moist, and tears condensed in the corners of his eyes, which flowed down uncontrollably when he was young, "Ke Lan I was forced to death by them!"

The aura in the room stopped suddenly, and all went backwards. The person on the bed trembled all over, his complexion turned pale and blue, and blood splattered from the corner of his mouth. Within a moment, he fainted on the bed.

This trip lasted for half a month.