"Actor!Weiya!Okay!Everyone is ready!Ghost Dragon Mountain West Gate Sword Battle Three Swords Ghost King Fourth Scene, action!"

With the director's order, Chu Chang Singer jumped down from the cliff with a long sword in his hand, holding an extremely gorgeous sword flower in his hand, and his long flowing hair covered his entire face under the action of the blower, leaving only a pair of calm eyes exposed.

It's just that compared to the past, Chu Changge is obviously not in a state today, and his posture that should be full of elegance is always a little stiff.

"Stop! Stop! Come back!" Under the instructions of the director, the assistant director trotted all the way to Chu Changge, and then stiffened his face and tried to put on a smiling face: "That Teacher Chu! What we want is an elegant feeling! You are a kung fu superstar, an old connoisseur! You should understand! It's just a 'whoosh', and it's like this!" said that the assistant director demonstrated in person and made a drifting action, but the feeling of being elegant was not there, but it seemed a little funny.

"Teacher Chu, this scene has been prepared for half a month, and more than 100 people in the audience are waiting for you to pass this and continue to work. You... Bear with me!"

The director's kind voice came from behind him: "Okay! Everyone has worked hard, let's do it again!

Chu Changge smiled bitterly and looked at the simple and sharp long sword in his hand. This sword is not a prop, but a real thousand-year-old sword, which is not only extremely sharp, but also a real cultural relic. It was specially borrowed from the local museum by the director to add gimmicks in order to highlight the effect.

Although he is a kung fu star, he was barely blown out of the gimmick of a 'superstar', but how many pounds and taels he has, it's not clear? If this thing is lost, it's okay to lose money, the key is... was brought a wave of rhythm on the Internet, saying that he was not effective in protecting cultural relics, and he was an embroidered pillow, which had been built for many years, but it collapsed.

Therefore, Chu Changge's pressure is really great.

"Get ready! Ready! Ghost Dragon Mountain West Gate Sword Battle Three Swords Ghost King Fourth Battle, action!"

Chu Changge jumped out of the cliff again, brandishing a brilliant sword flower in his hand, but his body was as soft as possible, and he tried his face to cover his face as much as possible with the hair blown away by the blower, so as not to wear a goof.

Maybe he was too anxious, the air volume of the blower was turned on a little larger than usual, and coupled with the lack of cooperation from the mountain wind, the long hair on his head was swirled around by the wind that could not find the direction, wrapping Chu Changge's head in its entirety.

Suddenly, Chu Changge felt a burst of sullenness, and when he was in mid-air, his hands and feet panicked, and the ancient sword in his hand waved messily.

The body also made a few turns.

Suddenly, I felt a lightness all over my body, and in an instant, I fell sharply towards the cliff.

There were bursts of screams in my ears.

By the time Chu Changge gradually woke up, it was already pitch black overhead, and he couldn't see anything clearly except for the faintly flickering starlight.

The previous memories slowly returned, and a cold sweat broke out on Chu Changge's back. God bless me when I fell from such a high place, but I didn't die!

With his feelings, Chu Changge knew that this was the sword that almost killed him.

As soon as I raised my hand, I couldn't wait to leave it behind.

But he hurriedly stopped his hand.

Anyway, if it weren't for this sword, Chu Changge might not have had an accident, and he didn't know what kind of material this sword was forged, and the steel wire made of stainless steel was as fragile as a noodle under the swing of this sword, and it broke after a while!

Standing up, he stomped his feet, and felt that there was nothing uncomfortable in his body, and Chu Changge was slightly relieved. Rolled up his troublesome robe and walked around looking at it, carrying the ancient sword.

It wasn't until now that Chu Changge remembered why he wasn't lying in the hospital ward, but just lying on the barren mountains and mountains?

Could it be that the current directors are so crazy?

It's all this time, and you still want to make a point?

also said that he simply wanted him to 'die' to hype up his drama?

"Hey, there's no one!"

"Hey... ！”

"Anyone? Did anyone hear me?"

Chu Changge shouted as he walked.

Suddenly, a terrifying wolf howl sounded in the distance.

"Hey, don't be kidding, you don't need to do this to record tidbits!" Chu Changge trembled, and then raised his voice a little.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning... Faintly, Chu Changge seemed to hear someone reciting ancient poems intermittently.

The voice was trembling, and it seemed that its owner should be afraid.

"Who is it?" Chu Changge vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't find the key to the problem. Holding an ancient sword in his hand, he stepped forward and walked in the direction of the sound.

"Yes... It's me!" seemed to hear Chu Changge's shouting, and the person who had recited the ancient poem before replied hesitantly. It's just that this answer is tantamount to no answer, but it exposes the cowardice of the voice owner even more.

Following the sound and the vague direction of the light, the first thing Chu Changge saw was a papier-mâché lantern.

Then came a handsome face that he had once been so familiar with.

"Brother?"

"Why am I really dead?" Chu Changge was a little confused.

Although he is also known as a superstar now, compared to the real superstars of that era, it is not half a point.

To put it simply, the superstars of that era, any work can be used as a representative.

And he... has made more than a dozen movies, but none of them can really carry the title of masterpiece.

"Big... Hero! Was you the one who was talking to Xiao Sheng just now?" Chu Changge's sight, the scholar who he thought was his 'elder brother', asked in a low voice.

"You should be the imitator you found! The imitation is quite similar! What, you want to remake A Chinese Ghost Story?" Chu Changge took out a pen from his sleeve, ready to sign at any time.

It's not that he's narcissistic, but that everyone in the country has this hobby.

When you meet a celebrity, whether you like it or not, you will take a group photo and sign it first. He's used to it.

Moreover, because he is somewhat similar to the singer Li Hongfei, he occasionally helps Li Hongfei sign autographs.

It's the same with each other.

"Hero, Xiao Sheng doesn't understand what you're talking about!" The scholar saw that Chu Changge didn't seem to be as fierce as the chivalrous swordsmen he had met before, and his courage gradually increased, and his speech became much calmer.

"It's a pity!" Chu Changge said with a smile.

Looks like a certain star, that's an advantage.

But that's just a little easier to walk at the beginning, and then you can only go around the 18th parallel at most, as a special trick.

The reason, of course, is that piracy is never as good as the genuine version.

Especially when the genuine version is out of print, this comparison is even more high-limited.

No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain.

Here, Chu Changge, who is suspected of being a traverser, is communicating with a scholar who is suspected of being Ning Caichen or his brother.

But in fact, this is just a scene in everything.

This symbolizes that the two illusions, with different settings, begin to blend after the reality, and through various 'ways', make the originally unreasonable place reasonable.

For example, in an anachronistic era, there are anachronistic items and knowledge, but they have an impact on many things that happened in later generations and the characters that appeared, and it is difficult to erase them.

What to do at this time?

Very simple!

As long as you engage one or two traversers, you can cross reasonably.

Throw those who are also out of place for certain times to other illusions and other time and space.

It's like two gears, staggered with each other, borrowing from each other, and then turning.