There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

The atmosphere in the room is a bit awkward.

They came to talk about the script, Ruo Cang suddenly said this kind of thing, it was completely unexpected.

Feng Yu has experienced strong winds and waves, and can laugh out loud in the face of doubts.

"It seems that although Ruo Cang has acted in many plays, he doesn't understand the screenwriting industry at all."

He smiled gently, even though he was lucky and furious, he didn't show it on the surface, "It is impossible for a script to be created by a single person. This time "Sound of Chen Xiang" is indeed my team, a discussion of love from a female perspective. You There is absolutely no problem saying it is a woman's work."

The high-sounding words made Ruo Cang frown.

team?

He obviously only felt the painful struggle of one person from the script.

In Ruocang's line of sight, Feng Yu's fate was full of cunning and cunning.

The man was unquestionably lying, but he made up the lie to the fullest.

Ruocang turned his head to look at Ou Zhiming, he was the only person he could fully trust.

He asked: "The screenwriters are all created by a team?"

Ou Zhiming glanced at Lin Qingye's expression, and explained in a low voice: "Mostly. Well-known screenwriters will have a small number of assistants, or directly set up a studio to jointly create a script, and make on-site changes according to our wishes."

"But...if it's a team, why is there only Feng Yu's name on the script?"

As soon as Ruocang's question came up, the scene became silent.

Only Ou Zhiming said calmly, "Because of unspoken rules."

The person Ruocang rejects is the person Ou Zhiming rejects.

He looked at Feng Yu bluntly, and said in a cold voice, "Most of the screenwriters involved in the creation of the script do not have the right to sign the script. Whether they can sign the script depends on whether the person in charge of the screenwriting team has a conscience."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said, "Editor Feng is so famous, he must be a conscientious screenwriter."

Conscientious screenwriters are tortured.

Of the two young men who came, one directly pointed out the problem with the script, and the other mocked him for having no conscience.

Fortunately, Feng Yu had seen the big scene, so he wouldn't be frightened by a few words.

He laughed a few times, maintaining a calm look, and said: "The people in my team are all my students, with little experience and young age. "Sound of Chen Xiang" is their graduation work, how could it be possible that they did not sign it? .”

Feng Yu flipped through the script, and patiently explained to Ruo Cang like an elder: "This is only the first draft, and we will make extensive revisions in the future according to Director Lin's request and the situation of your actors. I told the students that when the time comes, I will tell the crew , Whoever can survive the job of screenwriter can sign it."

The authority of the teacher and the importance of practice are all put on the table by him.

If Ruo Cang couldn't see his cunning luck, he might also feel guilty for being arrogant because of this stern teacher's face.

It's a pity that Feng Yu's words are nice, and it's clear at a glance what his intentions are.

The more he talked, the more gloomy and light gray in his luck became, and he shouted almost bluntly: I lied.

Not only that, in order to show the difficulty of being a tutor, Feng Yu actually picked up the tone of a teacher, and sighed with Lin Qingye, "Young people nowadays can't bear hardships. The few students I lead..."

The meeting turned into Feng Yu complaining.

He talked about his difficulties as a screenwriter, and compared the happiness of the students.

Ruo Cang heard it with his ears and saw it with his eyes.

I can't help but realize where the complicated despair in "Sound of Chen Xiang" comes from.

Love, career, and unfulfilled life.

Feng Yu said that the students went out and were cheated for 2000 yuan of manuscript remuneration, Ruo Cang stared at "Sound of Chen Xiang" and became depressed.

No matter how beautiful the screenwriting industry is at the top of the pyramid, most ordinary screenwriters, as Feng Yu complained and sighed, worked hard for the right to authorship, and often ended up without a problem.

In Ruocang's mind, the creator of "Sound of Chen Xiang" has undoubtedly become a stepping stone at the bottom of the pyramid.

However, this spire who regards her as the cornerstone is still chattering with the director, "I am a teacher, my heart aches."

The room suddenly became the theme of strict master and loving father.

Lin Qingye gave lectures temporarily and taught many students, and he was deeply touched by this.

From the perspective of middle-aged teachers, the two gave examples that the times have changed, students are not easy to teach, and there are fewer children who are willing to study hard.

Ou Zhiming felt pain.

Teacher Lin is good at everything, but she is too kind.

When Feng Yu casually complained about the excessiveness of the students, Lin Qingye would agree and agree with him, empathizing with him.

He didn't think Feng Yu would be a good teacher.

The first draft of the script only wrote his own name, and after being dismantled by Ruo Cang, he still offered sympathy, which really hit his antipathy point.

However, a truly kind teacher like Lin Qingye, even if a student has revised a sentence of the script, is willing to put the words "thank you so and so for his assistance in editing" on the script to show his contribution.

Ou Zhiming frowned at Ruocang, but found that Ruocang was focused on listening to the two teachers telling a story, staring at Feng Yu without letting go.

He leaned over and interrupted the child's serious listening in a low voice, and asked, "Did you see that Feng Yu stole the manuscript?"

"Yes." Ruo Cang's voice was as low as Ou Zhiming's, "Not only that, but the evil he has done...is too much."

Feng Yu said: "There was a student who was introduced to the crew by me, but within two days the crew said he lost his temper and didn't want to change the script. Isn't this delaying the progress of the crew?"

Ruo Cang could tell from his unobstructed luck that he was distorting the facts.

Feng Yu added: "Now among the students I lead, I have written a few inspirational ideas, but unfortunately I can't develop them, so I have no choice. I can only lead them to grind bit by bit."

Ruo Cang could see that this must be the teacher's own idea, and he didn't ask the other party's opinion at all.

This film academy tutor who has no teacher's morality is unaware that every lie he has is being seen.

After he slowly complained to Lin Qingye and gained director Lin's approval.

Feng Yucai looked leisurely, and said helplessly: "Ruo Cang, you are an actor with a strong ability to perceive the script, this is your advantage. I won't blame you for misunderstanding me, on the contrary, I should be happy! Such a film As far as the text is concerned, you can tell that my team is full of female students, which means that you have seriously thought about this script."

Any actor should be happy for such a serious compliment.

But Ruo Cang only felt cold in his heart, as if what he saw in his eyes was not a person.

It is a ghost buried by dark luck.

A screenwriter who simply fabricated lies would never trigger such a strong feedback from Qiyun.

However, after meeting for more than 40 minutes, Feng Yu complained for half an hour, and he was able to turn his hostile energy from the hail of bullets into a gloomy, gray and black hostile energy, which Ruo Cang had never seen before.

The evil done by this man is closely related to the students he whispered.

Thinking of this, Ruo Cang shuddered.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and sighed, "Mr. Feng, I was too reckless."

Feng Yu thought he was going to apologize, and his face was secretly delighted. Sure enough, no one could escape his charm as a teacher.

However, Ruo Cang raised his eyebrows and said bluntly: "But I still want to know, have you told the students who created "Sound of Chen Xiang" that you have no intention of leaving her name on the script, nor have you considered it at all?" , give her the reward she deserves."

Not only did Feng Yu's careless little calculation fail to cover up the past in Feng Yu's various remarks about caring for the students.

It was also seen clearly by Ruo Cang.

Feng Yu's tongue was dry, and Ruo Cang was not impressed after talking about the strict teacher's example for more than half an hour?

He was shocked, and said suddenly, "Whose nonsense did you listen to?! How could I treat my students like this!"

"It's not nonsense, and I don't need anyone else to tell me."

On a certain level, Ruocang was so stubborn that he said, "The source of the script for "Sound of Chen Xiang" is unknown, and you told me that the method was dirty. I even suspect that there is no author of "Sound of Chen Xiang" in your team."

As soon as the words came out, Feng Yuqi's luck set off a violent wave like a wind-blown cloud.

The fear of being directly exposed to the truth made Feng Yu's face turn pale.

Not that no one knows about his actions.

But this is the unspoken rule!

Which screenwriter didn't get mixed up like this?

Having a famous editor like him guide him to study, get to know directors, and get in touch with actors and stars is already a blessing that his students have cultivated in their previous lives!

No matter how important the signature is, it is not as important as these contacts and experience.

The scale in Feng Yu's heart was burning like a flame.

He suddenly stood up and said, "Since rumors and rumors can't be stopped, believe it if you like. Director Lin, I respect you in my heart and have always hoped to cooperate with you. Now it seems that there is no need!"

Saying that, he's leaving.

Lin Qingye had no idea why this happened.

Before Feng Yu told him how to value students and how to train students, he was deeply touched, and secretly felt that Feng Yu was on the same side.

So, he hurriedly said, "Feng Yu, you are not afraid of the shadow when you are upright. It's not like you don't know that the entertainment circle likes to spread gossip. There may be some misunderstanding here."

Feng Yu's face was ashen, and he said in a nonchalant tone: "For so many years, because of my strict requirements, many students have been dissatisfied. I told you just now, young people can't bear hardships, and they thought it was harmful for us teachers to let him practice and practice. He! He fell in love with his script and wanted to take away his talent!"

Feng Yu's fate fluctuated violently, and Ruocang could see how he was racking his brains to cover up his true intentions.

Seeing him, he let out a long sigh, and said heartbrokenly, "I know that the innocent will clear itself, but I didn't expect that the actor you valued, the good friend of your student, would also listen to rumors, so look at me like that!"

Feng Yu blushed, pointed at herself and said, "Am I the kind of sinister villain who steals scripts?"

As expected of a script writer, there are more dramas than actors.

Ruocang looked at him coldly, and asked back, "Then why are you so guilty?"

Feng Yu's expression was stiff, with indescribable embarrassment.

Any actor who encounters such a fierce reaction from him will definitely smooth things over and admit his mistake.

After all, although Lin Qingye and Ou Zhiming are mentors and apprentices, but he is a gold medal screenwriter who is stubbornly dissatisfied with Ruo Cang, so it is impossible for this "Sound of Chen Xiang" to fall on Ruo Cang!

Unexpectedly, Ruocang was not only not afraid, but also got into the fight.

Feng Yu didn't intend to continue to defend himself.

Because it doesn't make sense.

Ruocang's expression was indifferent and calm, his eyes were calm and unwavering, it was obvious that everything he said was nonsense.

If you can't make trouble, then leave.

Feng Yu shook his head and said humiliatedly: "Since you think I stole other people's scripts and am an incompetent screenwriter, then there is nothing to say, Director Lin, we will cooperate again when we have a chance. I'll go first!"

Feng Yu walked away angrily.

This made Lin Qingye a little embarrassed.

Although he is not familiar with Feng Yu, but just now he shared his heart-to-heart journey of leading students, and he has a bit of sympathy for the same people who have fallen in the end of the world.

Now that he was gone, Lin Qingye looked at Ruocang with... a little helplessness.

"Ruo Cang, we can't just look at some things on the surface, let alone listen to rumors. No matter who told you about Feng Yu, it might be a misunderstanding."

Ou Zhiming knows his kind teacher.

Because Lin Qingye had encountered too many misunderstandings that he couldn't explain, for Feng Yu's emotional "true temperament", he would recall the past and see his own shadow.

Ruo Cang didn't speak, Ou Zhiming said first, "It's not a misunderstanding."

He looked at Ruocang, and under the surprised eyes of the people around him, he told the teacher, "As long as Ruocang firmly believes in something, it won't be a misunderstanding."

Ou Zhiming trusted Ruocang so much that Lin Qingye became astonished when he saw them.

"You..." He said angrily, "Then tell me carefully, what's going on?"

Even though Ruocang had filmed Lin Qingye's scene, he made it very simple because of the psychological shadow of the flowery skirt.

"I have a friend, he is Feng Yu's student, not only his script was taken by Feng Yu, but also "The Sound of Chen Xiang" was taken away by this person." Ruo Cang said with certainty, because he could not read it wrong, "Feng Yu keeps saying that he gives students opportunities, but his opportunity is to follow the unspoken rules and only give money, not signatures?"

The problem was clarified, and Lin Qingye, who was caught in the mood of Feng Yu complaining, suddenly realized.

That's right, when he gives students a chance, he will always sign the students, at least in the long staff column at the end of the film, there will be no shortage of the student's place.

But Feng Yu...

Lin Qingye understands the unspoken rules of the industry, and there are too many people who follow the unspoken rules, which are about to replace the correct value perception.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "I'll ask him again in private, if he really did such a thing, I'll persuade him."

"Teacher, please don't persuade me." Ou Zhiming couldn't help but uttered disapproval, "Feng Yu and we are not on the same path...he will not listen to persuasion."

Ou Zhiming saw how many pits Lin Qingye jumped over, but he couldn't change the good old man's temper.

Quickly gestured to Ruo Cang with his eyes.

Ruo Cang understood in seconds, and said sincerely: "Mr. Lin, people like Feng Yu are not suitable for getting along in private. And with such a tense fight today, there may be new rumors soon."

"What rumor?" Lin Qingye's eyes were full of confusion.

Ruo Cang thought about it seriously, "For example, I played big names and looked down on screenwriters, and joined forces with two directors to bully honest people."

He believed in Feng Yu.

Such a shameless person who can make a name for himself must spread such gossip.

So, when Ruocang and Ou Zhiming walked to the garage and waited for Ao Yingxue to pick him up, both of them looked at Ao Yingxue with the attention of a capitalist.

Ao Yingxue instinctively felt that their eyes were too dangerous, and asked weakly: "What's wrong? "Sound of Chen Xiang" didn't go well?"

"It's really not going well, so we shouldn't shoot."

Ruo Cang spoke calmly, staring at Ao Yingxue, "Brother Xue, has the company given out red envelopes recently?"

Ao Yingxue started the car, "I've been helping you!"

Ruo Cang treats the team very well.

He was asked to give out red envelopes every three days, and invited everyone to lunch every now and then.

Although I am not here, the team members are all tired and happy, serving Ruocang wholeheartedly.

Ao Yingxue reported the results of the distribution of red envelopes, and praised the hard work of the African brothers by name.

Not only do you grab less red envelopes, but you also do more work, not sloppy at all, and add chicken legs for supper.

Brokers are in a relaxed mood.

Ruocang said in a serious tone, "Then you will send them more in the future."

Ao Yingxue:? ? ?

"There will be another gossip about me soon."

Ao Yingxue is well-informed, has heard all the gossip and gossip about Ruocang, and handles them with ease. Anyway, they will all be hit by metaphysical dimension reduction, so there is no need to worry about it.

However, Ruo Cang never paid attention to these behind-the-scenes work before.

As soon as the order came out suddenly, he became alert.

"Brother Cang, what are you doing?!"

"Oh." Ruocang said with a nasty smile, "I couldn't hold back my itch for a while. I showed the screenwriter Feng Yu a picture, and said that his seal is black and he will die soon."

Ao Yingxue almost slammed on the brakes and flew himself out!

Brother, you said you quit? !

Feng Yu is a big shot.

Screenwriters who can sign various gift films will not be limited to the entertainment circle.

On the TV station, down at the magazine office, they can chat a few words about Feng Yu, and have a friendly and gentle discussion. Which department will Lao Feng write the next script for?

The audience is unfamiliar with screenwriters and only recognizes stars and directors.

But this does not mean that the screenwriter's network and status are lower than those of these star directors.

Sure enough, within three days, a big boss lamented on Weibo: "The younger generation of actors don't know how to respect people."

The most delicious melon in the entertainment industry is the big brother's melon.

The person in charge of this important position who can name traffic, Xiaosheng, and Huadan on the show received a warm response from the people who eat melons not long after sending out this news.

"Who? Who is so blind?"

"Are you talking about Zhang Sheng? I think the marketing account is saying that he is playing big names."

"Zhou Jiaoran, didn't she scold the staff on the set and made people cry?"

The melon people chattered and shared the melon flesh in their hands.

The entertainment industry is so big, the entertainment industry can always produce a few young actors in batches, arrogant and domineering.

They were just bored to join in the fun, anyway, the boss was just poking and complaining secretly, warning the circle.

It doesn't matter who made the boss unhappy, they don't know, anyway, the other party is out of luck.

The melon people were eager to leave after eating, instinctively thinking: This is another party with a beginning and no end.

Suddenly, the boss actually replied!

"It's about the male lead who recently set a box office record. I thought he'd have achievements at a young age and would go further in the future, but he turned out to be impetuous!"

It's okay not to respond, but a response is amazing.

According to the recent list of record-breaking movies at the box office, there are no more than three actors who can be called "young" among the leading actors!

However, there is only one leading actor!

Gua Min even threw away the rind of the melon, and was stunned and typing wildly.

"What box office record? You said "Guan Du"? Damn, you said Ruocang?"

"Impossible, Ruocang is famous for having no bad reviews on the Internet, and everyone who recorded variety shows said he has a good temper."

"Oh my god, it's really Ruocang, sir, tell me in detail, let me judge?"

With an excellent impression of Guandu, people who eat melons have a deep filter on Ruo Cang.

A small expert in eliminating harm for the people, a truly brilliant man who has come out of the dust.

result?

The boss said he didn't respect people?

"——Why don't you respect the law? You said it!"

The boss is also an old world who has been on Weibo for many years.

Usually complaining about one or two celebrities playing big names will inevitably gather a large number of onlookers, holding watermelons and knocking on melon seeds, which is in line with: that's it!

Now, the voice of "that's it" is gone.

What remains is "how is it possible", "this is impossible", "there must be a misunderstanding".

Originally planning to like Ruocang's name, the big boss who had hidden his achievements and fame fell silent for a moment, and let them frantically ask for proof on Weibo.

Every audience member lives like a hamster.

At this time, there is still a risk of mutating into a groundhog.

Because the audience had a very good impression of Ruo Cang.

Too good to believe: Ruocang would disrespect people.

However, some revelations cannot help but they do not believe.

After the boss's fate was clearly hinted, the group of big bosses who heard the news on Weibo retweeted and sighed.

"The atmosphere has become impetuous, and people will not go far."

"It's really unexpected that a person who looks excellent is actually like this behind his back."

"It's more sad, I've always been very optimistic about him."

The boss is not a marketing account, it is better than a marketing account.

But after a while, the entire Internet was full of discussions, and the screenshots of the big shots said: "Who do you think is a young actor who disrespects people?"

There is also voting!

Internet rumors are always the fastest and most widely spread.

When Ao Yingxue received the news, he learned to be as calm as water.

That's right, it's the excellent Ruo Cangcang from his family.

To say frankly that a screenwriter like Feng Yu, who is so complicated and has a background, has a blackened Yintang, and his life is not long...

His eyes were stagnant, and he arranged blindly and mechanically, giving out red envelopes to the staff as a reward for their hard work.

With a strong management team, all kinds of explicit hints about Ruo Cang disappeared quickly.

Ruo Cang calmly swiped Weibo and received greetings from all directions.

There are many temptations about "disrespecting people".

If Cang didn't come back, there's no need to go back.

According to Feng Yu's ability to make up stories, and his superb acting skills.

It took three days for the boss to sigh, maybe it was thanks to Ou Zhiming.

He turned his head to look at Ou Huang who was lying flat on the sofa, "It seems that I have really exposed the old background of screenwriter Feng Yuda, I wonder if he will dare to release "Sound of Chen Xiang" to let others The director shoots."

Ou Zhiming glanced at him leisurely, "Why? Reluctant?"

"Of course I can't bear it." Ruocang said, "Not only did you seriously teach me how to act in a costume romance drama, but I also carefully considered the characters' personalities and memorized the lines."

Ou Zhiming snorted softly, "I didn't teach you how to act."

How could he teach Ruo Cang to act in a love scene like Lao Shizi!

I don't even want Ruo Cang to act in a love scene!

However, Ruo Cang swiped Weibo and regretted from the bottom of his heart: ""Sound of Chen Xiang" is full of emotions."

Hope and despair complement each other, casting an unavoidable love tragedy.

He was moved by the souls of the characters endowed by the screenwriter. He didn't expect that he almost wanted to hit the screenwriter when they met.

"It's a pity."

Ruo Cang cupped his face and said, "I play Jing Xing, I will definitely be able to do well."

Ou Zhiming: ...

Ou Zhiming, who is fully aware of the boundaries of Ruocang's acting skills, keeps refuting his views in his heart.

However, dare not say.

Ruocang has a lovely stubbornness in his temper.

He dared to say that Ruo Cang couldn't do it, and Ruo Cang would definitely cut through the mess quickly and tell him: I am super capable!

For real men, even if there is no "Sound of Chen Xiang", there are "Sound of Lan Xiang" and "Sound of Musk".

Please ask Ruocang to line up the romantic dramas filmed, and Ou Zhiming must not be a fool.

The very smart Ou Zhiming lay down all night thinking about the role of Jing Xing.

Since the taciturn, restrained and gloomy image can attract Ruo Cang's attention, then he specially created a thorn line for Ruo Cang, wouldn't that be enough?

Patients with advanced procrastination are not aware of their cancer lesions at all.

He even recalled "Sound of Chen Xiang" with great interest, and analyzed the characteristics of Jing Xing's characters.

Jing Xing is simply the dream of thousands of innocent girls.

The handsome guy who descended from the sky, indifferent and silent only fell in love with the heroine, and he could even save the beauty with an extraordinary hero.

Although he has no money, he has something more important than money——

ability.

A handsome and capable man, he cherishes his words like gold, which attracts the hearts of girls.

Ou Zhiming thought: It's very ordinary, isn't it the amnesiac version of the boss in the idol TV series?

After amnesia, the black household with no money depends on the heroine, and gradually develops feelings.

Restore memory rich and powerful, forget the heroine, and become a generation of scumbags.

His consciousness gradually dimmed, and the scene of "The Sound of Chen Xiang" in which Ruocang's long hair was hanging loose and bathed in flower petals appeared in his mind.

Romance is romantic enough.

But to get to the bottom of it...

This character is too one-sided.

One-sided characters, all rely on his imaginative ancient costumes to maintain interest.

Maybe because he thought too much before going to bed, in Ou Zhiming's dream, he could smell a faint scent of agarwood, and see the fabrics dyed and dyed by Orito's house all the year round.

The cloth moved with the wind, vaguely covering the figure standing in the courtyard.

Ruocang?

As he thought about it, with the excitement of his first love hidden in his consciousness, he raised his fingers with white and round nails and pushed the fabric away.

I saw a tall man.

Short hair, plaid shirt, jeans.

It couldn't be more ordinary, and the face was so young that it was strange.

However, he felt emotional ups and downs, his cheeks were slightly red, and his girlish feelings were always poetic.

The man said: "The teacher said, your script is very good, you will definitely be able to shoot it!"

Ou Zhiming felt his heart beating like a drum, as if his lifelong wish was about to come true, and he had been waiting for a response for many years.

The sky is full of light fragrance, and the breeze is blowing.

He vaguely wanted to see the face of the person in front of him clearly, but the next moment he was standing on the balcony, muttering to himself.

"I'm good, I'm sure I can."

The sense of loss of control falling from a high altitude scared Ou Zhiming out of his dream.

He couldn't remember the man in the cloth courtyard, but he could clearly remember the balcony, the big tree, the angle of overlooking, and the faint scent of the dream.

This will not be his day and night dreams.

Ou Zhiming had to think of another possibility, got out of bed dripping with cold sweat, and knocked on Ruocang's door.

Ruo Cang's eyes were sleepy, and his face was full of the sleepiness of being woken up.

However, Ou Zhiming didn't care too much, and said, "I dreamed about that person who committed suicide..."

Saying this sentence, the soles of the feet felt icy cold, and the whole body was submerged in pitch black.

"She is..." Ou Zhiming's throat was dry, "She is the screenwriter of "Sound of Chen Xiang"."

It should be, probably, yes.

Ou Zhiming didn't believe that there were three consecutive coincidences in this world.

Unless this coincidence is because of that suicide, the obsession left over from before death, attached to him.

Ou Zhiming once had many strange dreams.

When he realized that the dream was no longer just a dream, everything became deep and terrifying, and he felt the illusion of being stared at.

In the middle of the night, Ruo Cang turned on the lights of the villa extremely brightly.

Ou Zhiming's face was pale, and he slowly narrated the memories of the two previous dreams.

Spice, aroma, script.

The only thing he has been in contact with is related to incense, and only "Sound of Chen Xiang" remains.

Ruocang stuffed the warm water glass into Ou Zhiming's hand.

Taking advantage of the approach, he carefully smelled Ou Zhiming's body.

Lightly sweet, sadly bitter, and suddenly elegant, completely different from the usual full-bodied wine aroma.

He has been able to carefully identify Ou Zhiming's emotions and influences through body odor.

If that death took away not only his life, but also the regret left in Ou Zhiming's luck.

Then, everything can be explained clearly.

"I'm going to find out what happened to the person who committed suicide that day."

Ruo Cang habitually picked up the pen, and left down a piece of talisman to soothe the nerves.

"But now, I'm more worried about you."

Worried about Ou Zhiming's smell, and even more worried about Ou Zhiming being influenced by a dead stranger.

So, early in the morning, before work time, Ruo Cang decisively made a phone call, regardless of whether his brother was busy or not.

"Brother, something is wrong, something is really wrong."

The senior brother was busy, with a serious tone, "You are wrong, or is Ou Zhiming wrong?"

"It's not right." Ruocang wiped his forehead hair irritably, "Why haven't I returned to normal now, and I can still smell Ou Zhiming's body."

"Are you sure what you smell is an abnormal smell, not his perfume?"

"Brother!"

Ruo Cang could feel his senior brother's carelessness even through the phone, "What is the art of life pulse circulation, and why did it become like this!"

"Of course it is a secret book of our sect." The brother spoke righteously, without ambiguity, "Master's father added it himself, so can there be mistakes?"

The master can question the apprentice, but the apprentice cannot question the master.

Ruo Cang had to obediently admit his mistake even if he used the name of master.

Unfortunately, this time, Ruo Cang who admitted his mistake was quite stubborn.

"I don't care, you have to find a way to get me back to normal!"

"What's wrong with you again?!" The senior brother was louder than him, "Isn't it normal that the five senses have become sharper!"

Ruo Cang evaded his senior brother's roar, and insisted willfully, "I want to know when the sequelae of this spell will disappear."

The brother on the other side of the phone finally fell silent.

When he was so silent that Ruo Cang thought he was disconnected, Ruo Yao's confused voice came over.

"Did you cut corners when you were learning the art of life pulse circulation?"

Ruocang:? ? ?

The PDF passed by the brother is more than 400 pages.

The Art of Lifeline Flow is just one of them.

The rituals are profound and unfamiliar, of course Ruocang has studied comprehensively and deeply before he dared to attack Ou Zhiming.

However, after listening to Ruocang's report on the selection of wood for the ceremony venue.

The brother suddenly said: "You only did the first layer?"

Ruo Cang showed a confused question of ignorance, "The art of life pulse circulation... how many layers does it have?"

If Cang didn't believe it, he immediately clicked on the PDF saved in the computer and asked his senior to compare and explain to him one by one.

The senior brother who is usually too busy to talk to Ruo Cang is very patient at this time.

Strictly instructing the junior and junior in their homework, and mocking Ruo Cang for being a sloppy little fool by the way.

The long-lost conversation between the seniors and brothers turned into a scene where the school master tutors homework.

Ruo Cang, flipping through the PDF, is like a scumbag in elementary school.

The brother said: "The art of life pulse circulation, the first one is on page 64, the second one is on page 220, and the third one is on page [-]. You haven't read it yet?"

Ruo Cang, a schoolboy, suddenly flipped through countless pages, staring at the familiar keyword of life cycle in a daze.

Awesome, there are really three layers.

Layer by layer, they complement each other.

"On the first floor, lay the canal for the intercommunication of lifeblood, and nourish the luck with the body of the spirit tree."

"On the second floor, fate moves around, piercing through the spirit wood, and using the wood to inherit the darkness of people."

"The third floor, where the spirit tree is, is the heart of the formation, accessible to the world, and can go anywhere."

It is indeed very similar to the technique of asceticism, using wood to lock the dark and evil energy, and then pointing to where to go!

Ruo Cang read all of them, and gained a new understanding of the art of circulation of life veins.

But he questioned his soul, "Why are they a series, but not connected together?"

It's not that the scumbags are not serious, but that the teaching materials are too tricky.

Good question, asked all the seniors.

The brother emmm thought for a moment in silence, and said, "Maybe it's because Master didn't put them in order when he completed them, or it's also possible..."

"When I took photos and integrated PDFs, I messed up the order?"

Ruocang: ...

After all, he is an elderly senior brother.

For modern scientific and technological products, there will never be arrays and Taoism that are handy.

In Ruo Cang's mind, ten thousand weasels ran past with peal eyes.

"Then what should I do now? If I continue to build the second and third floors, will I directly replace the Lingmu because the effect is too good, and become Ou Zhiming's evil spirit container, and become the second Ouhuang?"

Excellent question.

The senior brother was speechless.

However, the "Tongjian of Tree Technique" was taught by the master, and the master asked Ou Zhiming to try it.

He is just a senior brother, how dare he face his senior's problems directly.

So the brother said, "I will ask Master in a few days."

"You wait first."

This is the bad thing about online teaching.

It would take a few days to wait. Fortunately, they were not on the verge of getting rid of evil spirits online. Otherwise, there might be a big problem with the magic circle, which cannot be rescued from now on.

Think carefully about those irreversible disasters that Master once said.

He just became sharper in his five senses, and he suspected that he had opened up the lifeline channel related to Ou Zhiming, and suddenly it became less serious.

Ruo Cang, who was not serious, was hungry every day because of the incense on Ou Zhiming's body.

Fortunately, he is not fat.

Otherwise, if he eats so hard, he might weigh two hundred and become a rising fat star in the entertainment industry.

I have to wait for Master to resolve my situation.

Ruocang must solve Ou Zhiming's dream first.

It's no problem to suppress the nightmare with a talisman, but Ou Zhiming's face is pale, and he always feels that there is a dead woman on his body.

The Revenant might have.

That kind of persistent resentment completely affected the mellow and strong wine aroma on Ou Zhiming's body.

Ruo Cang would not be willing either.

They couldn't be sure about anything else. The only thing they could be sure of was that the female student who committed suicide must have something to do with Feng Yu's "Sound of Chen Xiang".

With a famous screenwriter like Feng Yu, it was not difficult to investigate.

With an extraordinary background and a smooth career, the script of the gift film created for the first time showed great promise. Since then, he has become a generation of famous editors and appeared in various film screenwriting columns.

Numerous awards and a good reputation.

After working as a tutor at the film academy for so many years, I opened my own studio and brought out many students.

Ruo Cang flipped through several pages of compliments, and found that the industry is full of praises.

Even Mr. Du, who has great powers, gave unanimous praise for the information he gave.

Good screenwriter, who doesn't like it?

Ruo Cang said: "Since the wind reviews say he is a man of integrity, if we go around outside the besieged city, we can't find anything. We need to find someone to ask."

"How to ask?" Ou Zhiming said, "The person who recently hinted that you are playing a big role and disrespecting old screenwriters is either a TV station or a leader of a film-related department. I am afraid that whoever we ask is just a set of excuses."

Ruo Cang made complaints about all kinds of hints and slanders on the Internet.

I deeply agree with Ou Zhiming's idea.

Sure enough, Feng Yu was as narrow-minded and scheming as he had seen.

Ruo Cang tried so hard to create a situation where "Ruo Cang bullies me", how could Ruo Cang pretend he didn't see it.

"Ask directly."

Ruocang closes the webpage, clicks on the address of Feng Yu's residence, "The location and characters are all there, let's pick a time to act."

Feng Yu has been famous for a long time, so of course he doesn't live in the community.

He lives in a villa with a beautiful environment, and lives a happy middle-aged life with his wife and old couple.

On this day, he drove his wife to take the opportunity to visit his son.

Come back after dark.

The villa was as quiet as ever. When he drove into the garage, and just got out of the car, his eyes suddenly went dark, and everything in the world was stuffed in the sack!

Feng Yu panicked immediately, but he still said calmly: "The money is in the safe, I will tell you the password. I didn't see anything, nothing