Shura Field [Quick Transmigration]

Yin Ranyu was taken away from the place by Li Wenchao, and the assistant stood behind him in high heels, looking like some kind of door god in a trance, making people afraid to look directly at him.The bigwigs in the circle who had been surrounding Li Wenchao were all looking at the young man beside him openly and secretly.Yin Ranyu's appearance is too good, and her temperament is too attractive.

His body posture and appearance are almost impossible to find fault with. Even if he has seen all kinds of appearances in the circle early, he still can't help but feel so angry at this moment. And feel obsessed and amazed.

Some people even couldn't help turning their heads back frequently, their eyes burning like searchlights.The young man obviously felt some kind of discomfort because of such attention. He frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled constantly, and he couldn't control his pace to speed up a little.Li Wenchao felt his discomfort, so he frowned, coughed lightly, and then took the initiative to block Yin Ranyu.

The piercing gaze that made people feel like glowing on his back dissipated a little, Yin Ranyu pursed his lips, he looked at Li Wenchao's back, and then lowered his eyes again.

They got to the place quickly.

Mr. Fei was in a certain room on the first floor. A group of superstars got together, wrapped in a boy who was not very famous, but was countless times more dazzling than all of them combined. Looking at the room where Mr. Fei was, he paid attention to the movement inside. Within a few minutes, everyone except Li Wenchao and Yin Ranyu were sent out of the room again. Some of them drifted into the crowd, and several of them Standing around the room absentmindedly, looking at the door of the room frequently, it made people curious and puzzled.

Yin Ranyu was coerced by these people in the middle position before, and was tightly blocked from the front, back, left, and right sides. Most of the guests didn't know why these big shots in the circle lost their souls, so they couldn't help but use their imagination to let themselves go.

Could it be that Fei Lao wanted to play some role?

This possibility is not impossible. Everyone knows that Mr. Fei spent several years preparing for the final work. He is already 71 years old. To put it bluntly, if he continues to delay, he may have nothing to do boot up.If he thinks this way, it seems reasonable for him to try roles on these insiders.

Yin Ranyu's thoughts at the banquet had nothing to do with it. He was pushed onto a soft seat and a cup of hot tea was stuffed in his hand.

A young, handsome girl who looked like a college student was sitting with him. She looked so reserved that she almost didn't dare to look up after Yin Ranyu appeared.In addition, there are two or three middle-aged male and female directors in the room. Each of them can be said to be well-known in the outside world, and they are all apprentices trained and taught by Mr. Fei himself.

Apart from that, the other one was the gray-haired, but still looking energetic, dark-skinned old Fei.And two other middle-aged and elderly screenwriters who look younger, but not much better.

Li Wenchao and them were talking in a low voice. Several old people headed by Figaro looked at Yin Ranyu from time to time. Their expressions were very serious, but every time they looked at Yin Ranyu, they would Uncontrollably softened, with the kindness unique to the elderly.

"Xiao Yu does have some inconsistencies in his personality."

Li Wenchao's voice was very low, and he said: "But in terms of appearance, there is absolutely no other person who can meet such a standard. And Xiao Yu's talent is very good... It is really easy to make the work look real with a true performance , but strength can also do this.”

Figaro pinched his short white beard, still frowning and hesitating.To be honest, in fact, the selection of other roles in the crew has been carefully prepared, but there is only one role, which makes them very uncertain.

As I said before, Figaro is a martial arts director. He is the pillar supporting the last martial arts work. Almost everyone who knows that he is preparing for the last work is guessing what kind of amazing film he will direct. The martial arts drama - but in fact, only internal personnel like Li Wenchao know that Figaro is going to shoot his last work... It is actually a fairy tale theme.

Yes.

Fairy theme.

Not only is it the theme of Xianxia, ​​but it is also a group drama that tests the director's skills.

The initial shape of the script came from a certain legendary author who had signed a contract with Honghe Chinese.com, and then closed his pen because of some turmoil.She used to be a well-known ancient giant in the history of online novels, but she was plagiarized. After being harassed by the plagiarist's fans several years ago, she was so disturbed that she was forced to close her pen.

No one knew that such an author who had almost disappeared in the online world would one day become the source of inspiration for an internationally renowned director, and even become the designated screenwriter of such a great director.

The sparks sparked by the collision of the ideas of the old artists and the pioneers of the new era are enough to make people amazing and incomparable.This web writer is well versed in all kinds of web text routines, and her own style is unique and beautiful. She can use the most gentle sentences to tell the most desolate story, and she can even use the most plain sentences to burst out soul-stirring and shocking, making people People give birth to a majestic aura out of thin air.

Such a unique author, of course, writes a very unique story.Even though due to her age and experience, her own narration may still be a little superficial, but with the blessing of an old artist with sufficient experience and talent, a story that is itself extremely beautiful is injected with more and sufficient connotations and background.

The name of this story is called "Ask".

The background is that in a chaotic world, the fairy gate is in turmoil, demons enter the world, the people are in dire straits, and are trapped as pigs and sheep by demons and monsters.There are disciples from the fairy gate descending the mountain to cast down demons and slay demons. Taoism and Buddhism go hand in hand to save the world in a bloody storm.

The story lines of nearly ten characters are interspersed in it, interweaving a bloody legend.Among these people are kings, soldiers, practitioners, and prostitutes.

Everyone seems to be vaguely involved, and everyone seems to be a passerby.The emotional entanglements in it are heart-stirring but unconventional, everyone has their own position, no one is good, and no one is evil.I can't say it's sad, and I can't say it's joy.

And the creators of the story, the character they want now is the cultivator among these main characters.

He has a special setting and is involved with many mainline characters. This character descends from the fairy mountain, but he does not kill demons and demons, and does not redeem the world. Everything is a humble dog".

Some people said that he was the accomplice of demons and cursed him to die. Some people said that he was too ungrateful, but they were also hurt by his indifference.

When the prostitute sneaked into the enemy's camp for the country and was humiliated to death by the enemy, he watched.

When the emperor sacrificed his life to be devoured by demons in order to rule the people, he watched.

Practitioners have traveled all over the world, and they have seen all over the world. No monster dares to approach him, and ordinary people and other practitioners do not get close to him. Until he walked to the river one day, he saw an ordinary poor woman He didn't stop until he boiled water over a fire, gouged out his own flesh and blood, and fed his skinny and young child.

He stayed by the river for eighteen days.

I watched the woman gouged out her own flesh and fed her son with her own eyes.

In fact, on the 18th, the woman was still alive...but the refugees who came out of nowhere frantically swarmed up, stripped and washed the woman who cut the flesh and fed her children, set a fire, and put the woman on fire. She cooked until the skin and flesh were crispy, exuding a tangy aroma, and then...

Afterwards, this woman entered the five internal organs of this group of refugees, down to her skin and bones.

Her child is not yet able to understand the world, and was so frightened by such a scene that he cried loudly. The refugees tasted the meat, and now seeing him, their eyes turned green. They boasted that the child would not be able to live without a mother, and they hated it even more. He even devoured his own mother, so he even strangled the child's neck, and wanted to reunite him with the mother in his womb.

It was at this time that the cultivator made a move.

He took the lead to drive away those refugees, and lifted the child out of the cauldron. The child could only cry and mumble, "I want mother..."

The practitioner asked him, "Do you want a mother?"

The child cried and said yes, his whole body was covered with the smell of broth, so the cultivator took him to rinse in the river first, and then found those refugees who had dispersed in a rush.In the end, he carefully cut open their stomachs... He found the pieces of meat that hadn't been cleaned up in the future, and then said to the child: "Your mother."

The child looked at the rotting meat, and with a groan, cried even more earth-shatteringly.

In this way, the cultivator walked from the world to the world of mortals.

He raised the boy and made him a general.The child has grown into a youth, but the practitioner's appearance is still the same as before.

He was barefoot, wearing a snow-white gown, and his whole body was not stained with a speck of dust. He was born with the appearance of a fairy.

The child practiced the magic technique of a practitioner with him, and led the mortal soldiers to resist the invading monsters. Many practitioners fought after this mortal, killing the sky and the earth with scarlet.

The child killed many demons.

He lived and died for the monarch, and the monarch trusted him a lot, until one day... a gray-haired old man knelt down and begged to see him.

He was in tears.

Alas, there is no grace at all.

—My lord, my lord.

The old man said: "Do you still remember your biological parents!"

The child used to be the prince of a country, but unfortunately his country was trampled down by other countries early on. The former queen fled with the child, her attendants died, and the old minister died. She became a panic fleeing from a high country ordinary woman.

She couldn't let go of her status to beg, and she couldn't let go of her child.So she gouged out her own flesh and blood to feed her son... and finally died at the mouth of the refugees.

And the chief culprit who turned her from a high-ranking country into a miserable person who fled in exile is the monarch the child is serving now.

The author has something to say: Ah, I'm really good at dog blood (no)

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