It was nearly August, the mountain was full of osmanthus flowers, and the branches were enchanting. The sky in August, half sunny and half rainy, is just like Wang Zheng's mood at the moment, half sad and half happy.

Worryingly, rainy days will add a lot of difficulty to the final shooting. Happily, the misty summer rain will bring a sense of heaviness and vicissitudes to this peak showdown.

Alone Kaohsiung entered the Han Dynasty, and each other reflected each other in a pile. Yangshuo mountains, green peaks and green mountains. Near, a bush of thick green. Far away, a touch of blueland. Looking at it from a distance, it is as faint as flying smoke.

At the top of the mountains, it was almost evening, the light rain was in a line, there was no sun, no dusk, only a gray sky, hazy and oppressive.

Liang Chaowei, who played the third young master, had his hair tied in a bun, black clothes, black pants and black cloak, dressed as a swordsman, and hung a black and old long sword with an ancient form around his waist. He stood quietly in the middle of the mountain, letting the slightest line of rain stain his black clothes, and did not move.

Is it waiting for someone, or waiting to be swallowed up by the rainline?

At this time, a flute sound sounded in the middle of the mountain, crisp and short, one after another, and the complex sound gradually increased. Like a hundred birds leaving, the spring flowers fall, but hearing the sound of rain, a desolate and slaughtering image.

The sound of the flute does not rise out of thin air, but is composed by Hu Weili, the difference is that it is released through a music synthesis, and the synthesized sound is not only crisp and three-dimensional, but also full of killing meaning. After more than a month of exploration, Master Hu finally mastered the music synthesizer, and this piece of flute sound was composed by him with all his might. (You can refer to QQ Music: Condor Shooting)

Liang Chaowei, who was standing still, suddenly felt a murderous aura, like a gust of cold wind, coming from the entrance of the mountain. He clenched the long sword at his waist, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were raised. He didn't look back, and he didn't need to look back, he knew that the person he was waiting for had come, and this person was Yan Shisan.

The sky was shrouded in mist, and the earth was also shrouded in it, and the heavens and the earth were full of murderous aura.

In the rugged and overgrown mountains, a black figure has appeared. Black symbolizes sadness, foreboding, and death, and black symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility. They symbolize the life of a swordsman. Just like most swordsmen, Yan Shisan also likes and worships black.

In order to make the action of this peak duel enjoyable, Wang Zheng and Liang Chaowei practiced swordsmanship for a long time.

There are not too many opening remarks, for Yan Shisan, if he can't fight with Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master who is unparalleled in the world, he will not be blind. For this reason, he took the thirteen swords of the famous swordsmanship, and evolved the fifteenth change, a sword must be a sword that determines life and death, divides victory and defeat, and is also a fatal sword.

The fog is thicker and the rain lines are denser. At the moment when darkness covered the earth, the two of them shot almost at the same time, drew their swords, and stabbed each other like lightning. In an instant, the weight of the flesh seemed to disappear completely, and it became like the wind that could flow freely in the air.

The sword light flashed, the sound of breaking the air roared, and where the sword qi passed, the small trees and weeds were all broken, with a trace of rain, falling like a rain of blood.

"Ding Ding Ding", the two swords struck each other, and the fire splashed everywhere.

Wang Zheng stared at the blade of the sword in his hand, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and as if there was ice condensing. His sword was still in his hand, but all the changes had come to an end. In the next moment, he had already used the fifteenth sword designed by Cheng Xiaodong.

"Bang. ”

The infinite power of the sword directly disrupted the direction of the sword move in Liang Chaowei's hand, and just when he showed fear on his face, thinking that he would definitely die under the power of this sword, Wang Zheng's sword turned around, blood splashed, but he cut his throat.

At the moment when Jian Feng cut his throat, Wang Zheng's dark face, which had been tense, slowly relaxed. At that moment, his murderous eyes suddenly became clear and empty, full of happiness and calm, and finally collapsed.

The rain has stopped, and the fallen leaves have dispersed. After rehearsing many times, but no one shouted the card, Wang Zheng just turned his back and opened his eyes, lying on the ground full of mud. Liang Chaowei didn't move, he was thinking in his heart, why didn't Yan Shisan kill him, why?

Liang Chaowei, who had been waiting until the night was deep and stood still, suddenly exhaled a long breath and muttered, "I understand, I understand......"

It wasn't until action director Cheng Xiaodong shouted that this somewhat depressing scene was over, and Wang Zheng also got up from the muddy water.

"Ah Zheng, this scene is very meaningful, and it will definitely sell well after it is released!"

As soon as Wang Zheng wiped the dirt off his head with a towel, Cheng Xiaodong, who was wearing a raincoat, walked over with a smile. Faced with his optimism, Wang Zheng just smiled faintly and said: "I don't know if it can be a big seller, but I am sincerely grateful for Brother Dong's efforts for this drama!"

Cheng Xiaodong waved his hand and smiled: "Don't say that, it's my honor to cooperate with Ah Zheng, these are all things!"

Before the film was released, it was useless to say more congratulations. Subsequently, a group of staff began to pack up the equipment and smear down the mountain.

In order to shoot this scene, both the actors and the staff in the play have endured a lot of hardships, not only to endure the rain and wind, but also to do a good job of waterproofing the shooting equipment.

Fortunately, the next day, it was a sunny day, and after a night's rest, "The Sword of the Third Young Master" ushered in the final finale.

Yangshuo South Street, a few kilometers away, there is an ancient banyan tree with a circular crown, a green giant umbrella from a distance, and the roots are intertwined up close, and the leaves cover the sky. It is said to have been planted by the Jin Dynasty and has been more than 1,500 years old. Under the ancient trees, the Jinbao River flows slowly, as clear as a mirror.

This is the Yangshuo Big Banyan Scenic Area, and it is also the location of the Hundred Flowers Forest in Nanshan Mountain, Kuhai Town, in the play "Three Young Masters", and it is also the last place where Yan Shisan, a generation of Jianghu killers, is buried.

The scorching sun is in the sky, under the big banyan tree, the new tomb, the tomb of Yan Thirteen.

On the tombstone made of granite, there are only these simple five words, because no matter how many words are used, it is impossible to portray his life full of sorrow and legend. This peerless swordsman has been buried here for a long time. He had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship that no one else had ever reached, but now he was still buried in the loess like others.

In front of the grave, there were two people standing, one was the third young master Liang Chaowei, and the other was the crow Huang Yifei.

"This is the grave he dug himself, and he deserves to die. Huang Yifei looked at the tombstone and sighed, and what he was holding in his hand was Yan Shisan's black-skinned fish-sheathed long sword.

Liang Chaowei put a pot of wine in front of the grave, took out his sword and exchanged it with it, and finally said: "Someone once took his name, so I want to return it to him." ”

The sunset was bloody, and a carriage walked on the bank road of Lijiang. The driver was Liang Chaowei, who was back dressed in coarse linen, and next to him sat the doll Wang Guxian, whose face was burned.

Wang asked, "Where are we going?"

Liang Chaowei replied: "Acting chivalrous and righteous, rectifying the martial arts." ”

"Still killing?"

"Help!"

The two men in the carriage looked at each other and smiled one last time, and the setting sun reflected their figures in blood red.

The filming is all over here, as long as you become a Jianghu person, you will always be a Jianghu person, Xie Xiaofeng's final decision may be in response to this sentence.

is different from the original book, Murong Qiudi was hurt by love, hurt people by love, and was finally killed by love, the third young master and her have gradually drifted apart, such an ending may be the best result for a woman like her.

After the film was completed, the crew came to Yanjing again and will fly back to Xiangjiang at Yanjing International Airport to start post-production.