The wind lives in this life policy

After another 10 minutes, all the preparations were finally completed, and the martial arts instructor gave a final command to a group of martial arts actors. There was no routine, only hard work, remembering the point of injury or death, and then giving this point to Feng Ce to kill.

Jiang Yueting found Feng Ce, and the two met for the first time, and they were very strange to each other.

Feng Ce nodded, only knew that he was Zhao Chang'an who was going to play against him later, but he couldn't be called famous.

Jiang Yueting felt that this red-hot young man was different from what he had imagined. He had an outstanding appearance, but he was exceptionally silent, seemingly indifferent, but after looking carefully for a while, he felt that it was not the case.

He believed in Fang Jinran's vision, there wasn't much dialogue in the next scene, and he didn't even need a pair of words, but Jiang Yueting still had something he wanted to say to Feng Ce himself.

"This is the first time we've met, and it's the first time we've acted opposite each other. I'm not familiar with you, and you should be too..." Jiang Yueting used to look into each other's eyes when he spoke, which shows that he is sincere, and he looks at it calmly, calmly. Wait for him to finish.

"Although the scene between us may only last ten minutes, I still hope that you will treat me as your brother during these ten minutes."

Feng Tzu was surprised and was taken aback, then smiled very slightly, "Okay."

"Everyone on their positions!" At this moment, the assistant director roared, Jiang Yueting bid farewell to Feng Ce, turned around, and walked into the shooting location.

Feng Ce walked slowly towards the main hall in the opposite direction.

Sixteen cameras were divided into two groups to focus on the two protagonists, and another four aerial cameras hovered in the air to control the screen in all directions up, down, left, and right. When the camera crew adjusted the focus to the lens, the familiar "Action" sounded again.

The play has begun.

The first shot was the sound of horseshoes coming from not far away. As the sound of horseshoes progressed, the camera slowly zoomed out to the bottom. In the snowstorm, there was a person in white clothes and golden cloud pattern armor, sitting right away.

The camera zoomed in again, from blurry to clear, only to see this person's face was innocent and handsome, and his long hair was tied up high and hidden in the helmet.

His appearance is full of a strong scholarly spirit, but he is not a scholar, he is the war god of the Northern Tang Empire.

He is the eldest son of Prince Gong, known as Prince Chang'an, Zhao Chang'an.

On the city wall, the commander of the imperial guards guarding the city roared: "Zhao Changan, you have left your post without authorization and have no purpose to send troops back to Beijing. This is a crime of rebellion, and you should be punished!"

"The crime should be punished?" As if he had heard a big joke, Zhao Changan sneered, took the bow and arrow handed over by his own soldiers, put the arrow in his hand, drew the bow, Li Xuan, and then the arrow caught Leng The bitter wind pierced through the air, and when the arrow hit, blood exploded from the commander's chest. The commander subconsciously lowered his head to look, but before he felt the pain, he fell to the ground.

"Soldiers obey orders!" Zhao Changan said in a deep voice, "Rescue Changning!" As soon as he finished speaking, he whipped his horsewhip and rode away.

"Yes!" The four thousand soldiers shouted in unison, and the horseshoes trampled countless snowflakes in the snow. In this bitterly cold night, it sounded extremely chilling.

There are no mistakes, Fang Jinran stared at the monitor and nodded, indicating that there is no need to play the board, and go directly to the next game.

The camera crew understood, the camera followed up, and what followed was a fight scene where less wins more.

Zhao Chang'an meets gods and kills gods, meets ghosts and ghosts, with hostility and a clean scholarly face, just like Yan Luo who came from hell to ask for his life, leading four thousand elite soldiers straight into the Hall of Pure Heart, everywhere he went Stained with blood, corpses lay all over the place.

The camera turned again and came to the entrance of the side hall of Qingxin Hall. Zhao Changan kicked the door open, and the long wind carried snowflakes into the hall.

Half of the camera turned around and moved to the other side, Zhao Changning was sitting cross-legged on the bed, exercising kung fu to force poison.

"Brother?" Zhao Changning didn't have time to sit up, and Zhao Changan had already pulled him into his arms.

This hug was extremely forceful, and seemed to exhaust the strength of Zhao Chang's security department.

"Changning!"

He roared in pain in the ear of his dearest brother, and the anger and sorrow he suppressed all the way were conveyed to Zhao Changning through this sound.

Zhao Changning hugged him back fiercely, the two brothers were emotionally agitated and choked up silently.

It was Zhao Changan who was the first to let him go, examined his younger brother, and asked, "What happened to him?"

"It's just a glass of poisoned wine, and I can recover my skills within half a moment."

Zhao Changan nodded, now was not the time to speak, he didn't delay any longer, and rushed out of the Hall of Pure Heart while protecting Zhao Changning.

The assistant director glanced at Fang Jinran, but Fang Jinran still didn't call the card, he just wanted to continue.

That was the third scene to be shot right after, and the assistant director couldn't help swallowing, it was the first time he encountered three consecutive shots.

Because the emotions of the two actors are all in place, Fang Jinran is reluctant to interrupt midway, otherwise the emotions will have to be accumulated and cultivated again.

The sixteen photographers did not receive the director's instructions, so naturally they continued to follow.

The camera pans slowly with the actions of the two protagonists.

A generation of God of War really lived up to his reputation, as if he had a sword in his hand, Zhao Chang'an's sword was so powerful that he beheaded all the people along the way. When he met soldiers on the way, he handed over Zhao Changning to them.

"Take him away, I'll break the empress!" Zhao Changan ordered.

"no!"

"Brother can't!"

Everyone stopped at the same time, Zhao Changan waved his long sleeves and shouted, "Don't be naughty! Let's go!"

He swept his eyes away, and after many years of accumulating power, the relatives closed their mouths with just one glance.

A long horn sounded from a distance, and everyone was startled.

The emperor's imperial army is coming!

"Brother!" Zhao Changning grabbed his arm, shook his head repeatedly, and pleaded, "Let's go together..."

Zhao Changan's stern eyes softened, and he stroked Zhao Changning's head, as if he had been pampered since he was a child.

"Be obedient, let's go! Even if there is no Chang'an, there is still Changning..." Like every time before a personal expedition, he kissed the forehead of his most beloved brother, and said softly, "Remember, my brother will protect you forever."

The wind and snow filled his handsome face, and the laughter of the past gradually blurred his eyes. Zhao Changning's eyes hurt, and his red eyes refused to move.

There were tears in Zhao Chang'an's eyes, he suppressed his sobs, and pushed the person away with a ruthless heart.

Zhao Changning held onto his sleeve tightly and did not let go.

Zhao Changan took a deep breath, pulled his hand away forcefully, and shouted at the soldiers around him, "What are you still doing in a daze! Take him away!"

More than 100 personal guards knelt down at the same time and said in unison, "General, take care!"

Zhao Changan turned his back, couldn't bear to look any more, raised his head to look at the dark sky, and handed over the final entrustment.

"Protect my brother, this is my last request, Zhao Changan."

As if he sensed Zhao Changan's unbearable grief and indignation, the snow fell harder and harder, and at the moment when the shot went to the end, the last close-up stayed at Jiang Yueting's eyes when he was looking up to the sky, tears falling silently from the corners of his eyes.