Humans are social animals.

When everyone does something, they will do their own duties, and once they are separated, the progress of the project will actually become very slow.

Qin Kun deeply experienced this.

When I am free at home, I am far less fulfilling than working at a funeral home.

So at the deserted village construction site, several houses that were first built became everyone's office location.

In the past few days, the script has finally been changed.

Qin Kun held the script and looked at it, and the 'Sanqing Cannon' or something was finally gone, which made him feel relieved. The information collected by Zhao Feng from Bafang Fishing House is all folk ghost stories, which gave the four screenwriters great inspiration.

After a few days of figuring out, they seem to have spent a lifetime preparing the script thoroughly.

"Mr. Qin, are you still satisfied......

Qin Kun handed the script to Zhao Feng, and Zhao Feng looked at it and said, "It's okay." ”

Qin Kun said to the four: "Thank you for your hard work. ”

The four screenwriters no longer have the arrogant appearance they had before, if it weren't for the information given by Qin Kun, how could they expand their knowledge so much. On the first night of the information given to them, the four of them lost sleep, and the folk ghost stories recorded in it were particularly bizarre, mysterious and thought-provoking, and each story had foreshadowing, cause and effect, and it was not so abrupt.

That's what a story!

The four of them rubbed their hands together and said, "Mr. Qin, can you leave these materials to us as inspiration for creation?" ”

I thought Qin Kun was very talkative, but Qin Kun said resolutely: "No." ”

"Why?" Some of them were puzzled.

Zhao Feng smiled: "The information that can be shown to you is my master who gave Qin Kun face, do you know?" These are all true things, if you can't spread it, don't spread it, lest someone who doesn't have a long eye find you. Keep some secrets for your own good. ”

The four of them were stunned.

Qin Kun nodded and said, "Most of the ghosts in the information are gone, but a very few are still alive. Those who can survive are all divided from one side, and it will definitely be unhappy for the previous troubles to be brought up. ”

"How is it possible, hehe, Mr. Qin scares people...... "Some screenwriters don't believe it.

Curiosity is sometimes like this, Qin Kun is not ready to say more, the Changbai Ghost King, the Shendu Ghost King, and the Snow Mountain Zao King are all alive, and there are several ghost kings whose legends are not dead but have disappeared, and the troubles are all recorded in it.

These old ghosts can usually be divided in peace, and when they reach their level, even if they don't mess with cause and effect, they will lead to thunder when they go out at will. But if this thing is going to get out, those old ghosts will definitely not be able to hang on their faces. Even if they don't come out to toss to save face, there are still little ghosts under their hands, who can control it if they toss a few times.

After sending the screenwriters away, Director Zhang Ping came in and gave Qin Kun a thumbs up, and the atmosphere was well rendered.

Qin Kun smiled and said, "You don't believe it either? ”

This smile made Zhang Ping shudder.

Thinking of the experience in Baishigou in Yinchuan County, Zhang Ping hurriedly opened his mouth and changed the topic: "Mr. Qin, I don't understand what you called everyone over early. ”

"I give money, what are you afraid of, they take so much money for normal filming, who will refuse."

"Don't you think it's a waste? On Miss Chu's account, 3,000 is almost spent......"

Qin Kun smiled: "You have to know that the rest of us won't ask for so much pay." Each person is counted at 1 per month, and they can also work as coolies for free. Chu Qianxun reported to me, after the filming is over, there should be left. ”

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Ping thinks so.

Just those old men get a little more, and no one else has said anything about the salary, only Wang Qian mentions it every day, after all, he is a coffee.

The script was copied and distributed to everyone, the old men memorized the script during the day, and went back to the Imperial Immortal Garden at night to take a bath, enjoying everywhere, and everyone was happy when they got together in Linjiang.

Some drama spirits also put on costumes and read dialogues in a serious manner, such as painting skin fairies, who used to sing operas, but now they are setting an example.

In November, a month after construction, the deserted village changed dramatically.

The original dilapidated deserted village has been built into an ancient town, broken buildings, broken flags, broken streets, Zhang Ping doesn't know, where did the construction team get so many broken materials, it's so suitable!

In the evening, the stage in the town has been built for several days, and the painting fairy is looking for a feeling on the stage, and the interest comes, and he changes his face twice, which makes the old men happy, and the juniors applaud.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but applaud, after a month of getting along, Zhang Ping slowly discovered that this group of old men seemed to have a great background!

There were still a few scripts left on the table, Zhang Ping looked at Qin Kun and kept lighting the table, and asked curiously, "Mr. Qin, are you waiting for someone?" ”

"Yes, Huaxia Life and Death, the few who should appear have not yet arrived."

"Isn't it all yet?"

"Of course not, the purple-clothed monk, Maoshan Daozi, Yingshi Dragon King, Jiuyin Su'e, have not yet arrived, and the rest such as the true legend of Yudu Guan, the flower tiger of Douzong, the crazy monk of the Ranzen Temple, etc., have not yet arrived."

For the first time, Zhang Ping felt that Qin Kun was more serious than himself in this matter.

……

The next night, the horse's hooves galloped.

The painted skin fairy on the stage was performing, and at the gate of the ancient town, there was a hiss.

Zhang Ping was dumbfounded, and saw a Taoist priest with half-black and half-white hair, jumping from his horse and flying into the sky, his Taoist robe fluttering, carrying double swords, and when he fell in the air, a string of copper coins in his hand was wrapped around the ancient trees in the deserted village like a chain, dragging and flying to the top of the stage.

"Xuanqi Maoshan has a good atmosphere, and the Sanqing Lingguan sits in the temple. The jade girl is happy that the god is pregnant with the Taozi, and the peach god shocks the sky with the sword! Maoshan, Xu Facheng! ”

Xu Facheng came, and after the defeat of Maoshan Dan, he appeared with a strong attitude.

Tired, sluggish, and even a little timid, but after sweeping everyone, his waist was straight again.

His backbone can be bent, but the backbone of Maoshan can't be bent!

The façade of Maoshan came, and other sects followed as if they had made an appointment.

As soon as the Buddha horn was sung, the holy monks watching the play in the audience were a little surprised, and looked at the other side with joy in their eyes.

"Flower Buddha is coming, Bodhi dust. King Kong skin and flesh, purple clothes and bones! Folin Temple, Miao Shan. ”

After more than a month, Miaoshan traveled westward, and then came back to a dark circle, but the treasure was solemn, and the temperament was more and more similar to the holy monk, but the face did not have the heart of the holy monk to return to the Buddha Forest, but revealed the eagerness to try, and wanted to compete with the common people.

The holy monk frowned, and then stretched.

Vulgarity is elegance, and the goodness is worth the trip!

"The wine country Canglong is drunk, and the fish and shrimp in Kyushu listen to the might! Dou Zong, Nie Yuxuan. How can such a grand event be without wine? ”

With a burst of cheers, accompanied by a domineering opening remark, a bearded man in a leather jacket walked in, the clouds were agitated, and then the rain fell.

The rain was pouring down, Qin Kun sat under the shed, snorting melon seeds and looking at Zhao Feng: "Nie Huzi's incision has been changed?" ”

"Isn't it? On a whim, my master thought of a better one, saying that the proverb of the Dragon King of the World is not suitable for making an incision. Zhao Feng responded with melon seeds.

Qin Kun shook his head and sighed, the old lady was too good at tossing.

"The cloud building Luo tent is pine under the moon, and the nine hidden swords draw Pingtung. Cloud Hill View, New Moon. ”

The ancient town, the pavilion, the tent is windy, accompanied by the pines, and the red candles are lit.

The sword qi came out of the painting screen, the sparks on the ground splashed, and the words of Jiuyin Su'e painted iron and silver hooks, which made people yearn for it, and looked at the pavilion, only a beautiful shadow remained, standing with a sword.

Yunqiuguan, the junior sister, seems to have always been low-key, Qin Kun has repeatedly invited, even if he explains his intentions, Shuoyue is unwilling to show up, it seems that he can only play soy sauce.

Zhang Ping was constantly stunned, this group of guys was too shocking to appear!

Why one by one, it also comes with special effects!

"Hurry up, turn it on! Fantastic tidbits! ”

"Director Zhang, our machine is always on!"

Zhang Ping was overjoyed and sat in the director's seat.

"Senior brother, the smell of alcohol is too heavy, and it is easy to miss the good day."

A peach-eyed person appeared, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and there was a beautiful woman under the umbrella, walking and walking, and the beauty was full of salutes and disappeared into the rain.

"Qin Kun, you're not late, are you?"

A Taoist priest wearing a mask, dressed in rags, but not changing his arrogance.

"Qin Kun Qin Kun, the monk is also here!"

The two eyes looked at the crazy monk in different places, jumping and clapping his hands, Qin Kun had assured him that the wine and meat were enough.

A great spectacle, a visual extravaganza.

Ge Zhan slapped the wheelchair in spirit, the whole person flew up, the rain curtain of heaven and earth was shaken out of the vacuum, Ge Zhan fell to the ground, and the four-character plaque of 'Dawei Tianlong' was on the ground, and the dragon's energy was in all directions.

"I am not alone, there are successors!"