In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone on Li Zhi's face, his eyes were open.

There are no wrinkles on his delicate face, but his black and white eyes are so deep.

Today is the 50th year that Li Xiaobai has been reborn into this world, and 50 years have passed in the morning bell and dusk, and Li Zhi is still like a teenager.

At least his appearance is still at the age of twenty, which is the power of rebirth and the source of his troubles.

At the door of the room, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, and with a creak, the old wood door opened.

What came in was an old man with frost and snow on his temples, as if he and Li Zhi were two extremes.

The old man described him as withered and gray-haired, but only his eyes, like those of young children, glowed with the brilliance of innocence.

"Xiaozhi, it's time to get up and practice?"

Li Zhi lay on the bed, stared directly at the roof, and replied after a while: "Master, I want to go down the mountain." ”

The old man nodded thoughtfully: "It's time to go down the mountain." ”

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At the Qimeng Pavilion on the mountainside of Zhongnan Mountain, Li Zhi and his master Hua Huaidao said goodbye outside the pavilion.

Li Zhi went straight down the mountain, and the old road stopped to watch, humming softly the tune outside the long pavilion, until Li Zhi turned into the path and disappeared.

Li Zhi didn't look back, went down the mountain along the trail, and touched the letter in his arms.

He didn't know what the purpose of the letter Hua Huai Dao had given him.

"Hey, that light over there, give me the light again!"

"Props, props, why don't you give them to me!"

"Where did that dragon set, that little Taoist go?"

Li Zhi looked at the group of people who were busy in front of him, which was completely different from the quiet time on the mountain, and unconsciously stopped and stood on the outside of the crowd.

On the set, Deputy Director Chen was talking on the phone, and his voice came from afar: "What?!

"Okay, you can hang out here in the future, I'm your grandson!

Deputy Director Chen lost his temper and came to Director Li again, so big, there is no need to report it a second time.

Director Li also knows that this kind of problem is understandable, and this will happen three times out of ten shootings.

But it took a lot of effort to shoot in this Zhongnan Mountain, how can this not make people angry.

"Smack!" Director Li threw the script on the table, turned around and went to the studio where the actors were dressing.

What else can you do without an actor, the short man is tall, and he is hard!

The actors in the venue have watched it all over, and there is no little Taoist priest in the script who is in his twenties and has an outstanding temperament.

Director Li was smoking on the ridge outside the shed, seeing that the morning's filming time was about to pass, and before the first scene started, Director Li took two more puffs of cigarette.

Throw down the cigarette butt and prepare to put this scene on hold first, and wait for the top person to shoot it in the afternoon, although it will waste a lot of time, but there is no way to do it.

I don't want to turn around, eh, isn't that a little Taoist priest in front of me?

Director Li invited people in the past with a sincere face, concisely explained the cause and effect, and invited Li Zhi to play the absent little Taoist priest straight to the point.

Li Zhi did not refuse, nodded gently, and said that he could cooperate with the shooting.

Filming is the thirty-second act of "Huanglong Daoren", Wudang Mountain sent a little Taoist priest to send a letter to Huanglong Daoren, and this little Taoist priest only has this scene in the play.

Under the guidance of Director Li, Li Zhi quickly mastered the content of the little Taoist priest's performance, and Director Li asked him to figure out the performance by himself, and he also needed to check the props in the field.

Li Zhi sat on the meadow by himself, looking at the rabbits and birds in the mountains and forests, thinking about the content of the performance.

After a while, a group leader came to the side, that is, the leader of the group performance, surnamed Wang. The role of the little Taoist priest was originally his hometown, and the kid was too young, and he started calling at nine o'clock in the morning, and he is still lying in bed.

This reputation stinks, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to stay in the group performance in the future. But it's a fellow countryman, and they often work together in the future, so they have to take some eye medicine to let him know how powerful Wang Quntou is.

"Yo, put on the costume so quickly, and don't be afraid that thing will burn you!"

Li Zhi glanced back, his heart was like a mirror, but he was not annoyed: "There is no trouble with labor." ”

When Wang Quntou heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable, what's the matter, it's quite horizontal?

"Boy, this bowl of rice is not so delicious, be careful to choke you to death, let's see!"

Although Li Zhi has been in the mountains for 50 years, he does not have the dullness of an old man at all, but at this time, people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, and people really have no room to meddle if they really want to do something.

is also invited, and I don't care about these things, if there is really no way, I can only live up to Director Li's trust.

After a while, Director Li made arrangements and asked Deputy Director Chen to come over and call Li Zhi.

Li Zhi followed behind Deputy Director Chen and stood still outside the scene.

Deputy Director Chen turned around and explained to Li Zhi: "Little Daoist, wait a while, you will listen to the announcement and call the little Taoist, you will be done, Director Li still has something to do." “

Li Zhi nodded and watched several actors perform in front of the camera.

The newspaper curtain held the cut board and shouted: "Huanglong Daoren" Act 32, small curtain 1: Huanglong Daoist welcomes guests, action!

The Yellow Dragon Daoist in the Xuan-colored Dao robe sat with his back against the mountain, and in front of him was a small wooden canal.

The canal was about the width of an adult's palm, and was made of planks on both sides and at the bottom, like a winding path, with green futons at each corner.

The old god of Huanglong Dao was pretending to sleep, and suddenly as if he heard something, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked towards the camera.

"Click!"

The newspaper curtain stepped forward to play the board, and looked at Director Li again, and Director Li nodded at him.

The newspaper curtain turned his head and shouted: "Huanglong Daoren" Act 32, small curtain 2: joint arrival, action!

In front of the camera, a scholar wearing a white robe and holding a white paper folding fan arched his hand with a smile on his face: "The little scholar has seen Huanglong Daoist." ”

Huanglong Daoren stood up and bowed his hand slightly to the little scholar: "Mr. came early." ”

The little scholar was also interesting, just waving a folding fan and glancing behind him.

Not far behind the little scholar, there was a woman, dressed in a good palace, but her attitude was extremely debauched, and she smiled coquettishly: "Mr. is just right." I didn't expect the Taoist to be so romantic, when the slave family received this post, they thought it was an ancient celebrity of which family, hahaha!"

Huanglongdao people are not worldly: "The girl in Tsing Yi laughed, just as a game, she didn't dare to call it romantic." ”

"If you are not romantic, what debt will you avoid when you become a Taoist priest?"

There was a woman's sneer in the valley.

Although the tone was not good, the people seated by the small canal did not see any different colors.

The little scholar was a little happy, and raised his hand towards the woman who walked out of the valley tree-lined path: "Miss Xiaoling, here!"

"Click!"