Chapter 37
On the front line, the Qiu family army advanced triumphantly. No new messengers arrived with the emperor's edict or gold medal. The soldiers did not know the reason, but they just thought that the court finally understood the pros and cons and wanted them to eliminate the enemy. They became more brave on the battlefield and vowed to serve their country.
It was another great victory. After celebrating with the soldiers, Qiu Shan returned to the tent alone.
Only he knew that it was not that the imperial court had given up on peace talks, but that someone was helping them.
The tattoos on his body seemed to be getting slightly hot. He remembered a secret letter he had received a few days ago. The letter contained only a few words and did not say anything else. It only told them to fight the enemy with peace of mind, and that someone would intercept the court's summons and accusations.
Now, several days have passed, and no new imperial edicts have been received from the court. Qiu Shan is not unaware that the current emperor does not want the two saints to return to the court. However, for Qiu Shan, these are not reasons to let the enemy continue to occupy the northern territory and let his compatriots be oppressed and enslaved by the enemy.
Knowing that it would anger the emperor, he still insisted on doing it.
It's easy to imagine that the Tian family member is furious at the moment, and he knows that the other party will definitely not give up. Even if there are chivalrous men in the martial arts world to help, it will only transfer the pressure to them.
But he couldn't refuse.
All we can do is repay it with victory.
Outside the big tent, the soldiers were drinking and eating meat to relieve the stress of days of fighting. Inside the tent, the lights flickered, and Qiu Shan spread out the map again. Even though they had already gained an absolute advantage, Qiu Shan still did not relax his vigilance at all.
The opportunity and dream of regaining the old country that countless people have longed for, and for which countless people have given everything including their lives, must not be lost.
Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. The Qiu family army is about to have a decisive battle with the enemy. The envoys sent by the court to deliver gold medals also meet the people from the martial arts world who intercept them.
The first person to encounter the enemy was none other than Taoist Master Zhang of Wudang.
The camera zooms in, deliberately focusing on giving a clear close-up of the weapons of the two people who meet on a narrow road.
Knives and swords.
The moonlight was dim, and the two stood face to face.
Taoist Zhang holds a long sword, and opposite him is a warrior with a strong back, strong arms, and a broadsword in hand, Xie Yuan, a master of the Imperial Palace and the best swordsman in the martial arts world.
Xie Yuan was not surprised that someone blocked his way: "My opponent is the Taoist priest?"
"It's this poor Taoist."
"It is said that Wudang swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. Taoist Priest is a perfect opponent for me. Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The sword is the best of all weapons. The sword is the king of all weapons, and the knife is the commander of all weapons. Today, you and I will compete, and it is time to let the sword and the knife decide the winner."
Each of them serves his own master, and both know that one of them will not give in and the other will not stop. Any words are pale in meaning. Only war can decide everything. This is the world of martial arts.
Xie Yuan untied the strips of cloth wrapped around the knife one by one. Opposite him, Taoist Zhang also silently drew his sword.
The broadsword in Xie Yuan's hand and the long sword in Taoist Zhang's hand both reflected a dazzling cold light as they turned.
The next moment, the two men moved and started fighting.
The swordsman holds a domineering sword with a thick body and sharp blade, exuding an indomitable dominance. Coupled with his bold and explosive sword skills, every swing and chop is powerful and heavy.
The sword whistled and attacked Taoist Zhang with the force of thunder. Taoist Zhang's face remained unchanged, but the tip of the sword in his hand trembled slightly. The slender sword body seemed to be looming in the night like a flying phoenix. Coupled with the Taoist's unique graceful body movements, the sword energy was rampant, and every attack was swift and sharp, making it impossible to avoid.
Avoiding Xie Yuan's slash, Taoist Zhang tapped his toes lightly, shook his wrist, and swung his sword lightly, stabbing the swordsman's waist.
Xie Yuan reacted quickly, slashing with his sword to deflect the long sword thrust by Taoist Zhang. He stomped his right foot on the ground and used the momentum to rush forward like an arrow. Taoist Zhang retreated flexibly and swung his sword again. The sword light flashed, like the Milky Way falling into the sky.
Xie Yuan's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and every attack went straight to Master Zhang's vital points, and Master Zhang's swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.
In the deserted canyon, sword energy and knife energy carried leaves all over the sky.
Two powerful warriors in Jianghu, armed with two of the best weapons in the world, engaged in a peak showdown—
The flashing sword light illuminates the sky, and the knife shadows break through the sky.
The audience held their breath. At first, there were sporadic comments, but gradually, no one sent messages anymore, even without deliberately blocking them.
The sword reflected the cold light, and the blade seemed to reflect the audience's shrinking eyes.
They had no time to think about anything else, their adrenaline was surging, as if they themselves were under the moonlight, enveloped in a strong murderous aura. If they relaxed even a little, if they were distracted for a moment, they would be cut off by the sharp blades of the long sword and the broadsword, and their heads would fall to the ground, their bodies torn apart.
Their eyes were wide open, their fists were unconsciously clenched, their hands and feet were cold, and their hearts were beating violently.
It doesn’t matter that there are no onlookers in the camera. Outside the camera, countless people will witness this sword-dancing duel and judge for the parties involved to determine who is the winner.
The battle is still undecided.
The scene changed.
Before the audience could catch their breath, a new battle was about to break out, which was no less exciting than the previous one, bringing the audience into new entanglements.
Spear and halberd.
The warhorse neighed, and the eight-foot-tall man on the horse raised his arm and tightened the reins. The tall brown and black horse was forced to stop, kicking its hooves restlessly, heat waves spraying from the tip of its nose, and its red eyes looked unkindly at the other fierce horse blocking the road ahead.
Atop a pure white warhorse, a female warrior in red and silver armor held a silver spear, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the opposite side. Her red lips opened and closed as she uttered two cold words: "Come and fight!"
The man laughed heartily and raised his Fang Tian Hua Ji as well: "Alright! Let's fight! The winner lives, the loser dies!"
People of Jianghu, regardless of gender or age, are born and die in Jianghu.
Although they started fighting as soon as they had a disagreement, they did not engage in combat right away. The white horse and the black horse circled around each other restlessly, sizing up their opponents, and their masters did the same.
Yuan Cong narrowed his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on the silver spear in Ma Yunying's hand. It was unknown what metal the spear was made of. There was a faint red in the silver. Under the sunlight, the spear reflected red lines dancing like a raging fire. A red tassel hung on the tip of the spear, which was scarlet and dazzling.
Yuan Cong has already confirmed the other party's identity. There are not many people in the martial arts world today who use guns, and even fewer who are famous. Among them, there is only one person who wields a long spear to open up the world and uphold justice for all the daughters of the world - the Iron Lady Ma Yunying.
Even though the Iron Lady's spearmanship has reached the pinnacle and ordinary martial artists are no match for her, Yuan Cong is not afraid, as his Fang Tian Hua Ji skills have also reached perfection.
The black horse took the lead in charging, and the white horse was not willing to lag behind. The long spears were like blazing seas, and the painted halberds reflected the autumn water. Yuan Cong and Ma Yunying both used long weapons, and they both felt the other's superiority as soon as they started fighting.
Relying on his strength, Yuan Cong pushed the heavy halberd down, hoping to defeat his opponent with force, but he never expected that Ma Yunying also met the attack with brute force. It was true that women were as good as men. The friction between the spear tip and the halberd tip produced jumping sparks.
The two men and their horses passed each other, and both Yuan Cong and Ma Yunying were shocked by the other's strength.
Ma Yunying raised his eyebrows in a heroic manner, tightened the whip and shouted coldly: "Come again!"
Yuan Cong waved his arms, his muscles bulging. The test was over and there was no winner. They were going to fight for real: "Fight!"
The Fang Tian Hua Ji in Yuan Cong's hand kept changing its offensive style, stabbing, hooking, stabbing straight, chopping and sweeping across the area, and the halberd pointed to the wind and clouds, shocking the mountains and rivers; Ma Yunying's spear skills were flexible and changeable, stabbing, picking, sweeping, bringing up a gust of wind, and the spear picked up dragons and phoenixes and shook the world.
Although they seemed evenly matched, both of them knew that even though they were equally strong, Ma Yunying's endurance was not as good as Yuan Cong, who was seven feet tall. The longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for Ma Yunying.
If Ma Yunying wants to win, she must win quickly.
The silver spear hit the horse's body, and the white horse let out a long neigh. It had already formed a tacit understanding with Ma Yunying all the way here, and ran quickly to widen the distance between itself and Yuan Cong.
If there is no opportunity, then create one. Ma Yunying leaned over and picked up the longbow hanging on the horse, drew the bow and pulled the arrow. A cold star shot out and pointed directly at Yuan Cong's face. When Yuan Cong blocked the arrow, the white horse carried Ma Yunying back into the battlefield.
The spear was like a swimming dragon and the arrows were like rain. Ma Yunying held a silver spear in one hand and a longbow in the other, and was unstoppable.
The scene changes again.
Stick and spear.
Black crows stood on the treetops, and outside the desolate tomb where ghosts roamed, two warriors stood facing each other.
The elderly Master Yuanhui held a long staff in his hand, with his inner garment hanging down from the upper body, leaving only his cassock slanting down to his waist, revealing the other half of his body. The muscles on his arms and chest were not as vigorous as when he was young. However, any opponent who saw this scene would not doubt the power contained within it.
"Amitabha, the imperial court is perverse, and aiding them will only lead to disaster. The sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the only way. How about you leave a token of your gratitude and depart?"
The warrior opposite laughed instead of getting angry. He didn't respond but instead offered advice, "The monk is a hermit, serving at the feet of the Buddha. Why would he return to this mortal world? The monk will leave now. I will pretend I never met him today. I will do my duty. You can return to Shaolin as a respected master, okay?"
"Amitabha, I am no longer a Shaolin monk."
The warrior opposite sighed, "If you are not from Shaolin, then Master can only become a rebel. I am paid by the court and have the obligation to eliminate the rebels for the court."
"I heard that Master Yuanhui was once the head monk of the Arhat Hall. I wonder if I could learn from him?"
The stick is like a snake. Master Yuanhui leans over and makes the most classic starting posture of the Arhat stick. The warrior holds the Lin Spear tightly, and the spear is slender, sharp and fierce.
With a loud shout, the warrior Lin Liu moved swiftly, and his steps created a gust of wind. The tip of the lance was aimed directly at Master Yuanhui, and the attack would definitely poke a bloody hole in Master Yuanhui's body.
Master Yuanhui's cloudy eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he was calm and steady. He shook the stick lightly to avoid the attack of the long spear, and at the same time, the tip of the stick swept across and pointed directly at the warrior's throat at an extremely tricky angle.
The warrior moved his body to the side, avoiding the sharp front of the Shaolin Vajra Stick, and took advantage of the momentum to thrust out another spear. Master Yuanhui did not move his feet, but blocked the stick with the spear, and the stick collided with the long spear with a muffled "clang" sound.
Lin's spear was like an eagle, sometimes swooping, sometimes circling; his long stick was like a dragon, sometimes tumbling, sometimes swinging its tail; the shadow of the stick and the light of the spear were intertwined.
The two men's strength increased and their movements became faster and faster. The black crows had already been startled and flew away, leaving a trail of crow feathers on the ground. The collision of sticks and spears made a deafening sound. The wandering souls in the desolate tombs were so frightened that they dared not wail anymore.
The stick sweeps through thousands of troops like a rolled mat, and the spear pierces the meridians and breaks through the sky.
The picture kept shaking, and the sparks produced by the friction between various weapons ignited in clusters in the eyes of the audience, which was gorgeous and colorful, and it was dazzling.
Whip and meteor hammer.
In the desert under the scorching sun, the wind and sand blow in my face.
The blood drops evaporated immediately after they landed on the sand. The woman in purple with a veil on her face swept the long whip in her hand. Under the dazzling whip shadow, the whip body was like a poisonous tongue, ready to give the enemy a thundering blow at any time.
Under the whip shadow, the middle-aged dwarf rushed out waving a meteor hammer covered with thorns.
As soon as he said this - the whip was whipped and thousands of horses were like thunder, and the meteor hammer was thrown to cut off the soul.
Axe and hook.
The surrounding area was full of fallen ancient trees. A butcher, holding a huge axe in both hands and with a face that looked even more ferocious due to the tattoos on his face, roared to the sky. A white-bearded old man wearing a eunuch's python robe and holding a golden hook rushed down from the top of the ancient tree, spinning and rushing. With the butcher as the center, the ground beneath his feet collapsed.
——The axe splits the rocks and collapses the universe, and the hook grabs the Milky Way to pick the stars.
Hammer and boring.
On the top of the cliff with rocks everywhere, the wind was howling, and a weapon with teeth and blades, and a boring head like a fork and a rake stabbed at the Tiger King from the front. The shadow of a golden lion flashed by, and the Tiger King swung his hammer in his hand and let out a low roar. Behind him, there seemed to be a shadow of a tiger slowly raising its head and roaring in the mountains.
——The hammer smashed the four seas and shook the nine provinces, and the boring shook Xuanyuan and shocked the heaven and earth.
Fork and mace.
The wheat ears in the field swayed in the wind, and the golden wheat waves spread out layer by layer, and two figures shuttled quickly among them.
Sand, sand, sand.
The warrior holding the steel fork leaped up, and the steel fork pressed down. A figure turned over to avoid it, and the two maces pushed aside the ears of grain and stabbed out crosswise. Qin Zhan's firm and bright eyes seemed to be brighter than the red gold on the ground.
——The fork picks up the dragon and tiger to stabilize the universe, and the mace strikes the mountains and rivers to crack the earth.
Axe and stick.
In the silent canyon, there is only a thorny path winding forward. In the middle of the road, an old beggar sits cross-legged in front of a fire. The firewood is burning crackling and a wisp of smoke is rising slowly.
The old beggar, who had his hands by the fire to warm them, suddenly jumped to his feet, brushed the dust off his patched clothes, and said, shaking his head, "I encountered jackals on the road. Fortunately, I brought a dog-beating stick to protect myself."
With a heavy stomp of his toes on the horse, a tall warrior in black, holding a yellow axe, said loudly, "I don't want to make enemies with the Beggars' Sect, but since you are a Nine-Pouch Elder of the Beggars' Sect and don't want to die, please make way for me quickly. Otherwise, you will become a ghost under my axe."
"When entrusted with a task, even if it's a lowly beggar, I still have to speak my mind. If they want to rob someone, then that depends on the general's ability."
The moment he finished speaking, the playful smile on the old beggar's face disappeared, replaced by an awe-inspiring righteousness.
Facing the heavy axe flying towards him, the old beggar did not retreat but advanced, holding the stick horizontally in front of him. The moment the yellow axe arrived, the dog-beating stick shook sideways and swung outwards with the force.
The old beggar's majestic voice echoed in the canyon: "Seventh move of the dog-beating stick, vicious dog blocking the road!"
Without giving the owner of the yellow axe time to react, the old beggar's voice rang out: "The first move of the dog-beating stick technique, hit two dogs with the stick!"
The dog-beating stick swept across the warrior's feet with swift force.
With a "bang", the yellow axe pressed down, and a man's voice sounded faintly: "Old man, you underestimated me."
The narrow path was not wide enough for the two warriors to move with full force. As they fought, they stepped on the stone walls on both sides and moved vertically upwards.
——The stick is invincible in the world, and the axe emits a cold light that reflects the sunlight.
Grabbing and kidnapping.
On the slowly flowing river, the leader of the Demon Cult lightly tapped the water with his feet, and his whole body seemed to be weightless, standing steadily on the water.
Opposite him, waves splashed up, and under the cover of the rapids, one wave higher than the other, the hooked sickle crutch was like a chain in the hand of the god of death that reaped lives, and the sickle tip with water droplets hanging on it was aimed at the fragile neck.
The sinister warrior holding the sickle has strange skills, and his black robe is spinning. The skills of the leader of the demon cult are also strange.
Black fog filled the air, and the sickle tip missed. The next moment, black fog appeared behind the sinister warrior. A pale hand with visible blue veins stretched out from the fog, with poisonous claws on the five fingers, and attacked the back of the sinister warrior.
"Ding" sound.
The poisonous claws touched the tail of the iron crutch, and with the two of them as the center, the ocean currents under their feet dispersed in all directions under the action of internal force, and huge water droplets were stirred up and fell.
There is danger lurking everywhere amidst the surging waves.
I couldn't see any figures or movements clearly, I could only hear the dense sound of metal clashing through the waves, making a clanging sound.
——Holding the sun, moon and stars in its claws, it stretches out to flow into the rivers and the sea.
Afterwards, the camera kept switching between nine battle venues.
There was a Shaolin abbot who was like a Vajra subduing a demon, and a butcher who said he would leave if the situation got bad, even though he was covered in blood and had a bloody hole in his abdomen, he still insisted on fighting without retreating an inch.
There are also strong men who are shot by arrows but still gallop bravely, wielding a painted halberd with great force.
Every frame of the battle is extremely dangerous. However, for the audience, the more the battle is on the edge of a knife and full of dangers, the more they can't take their eyes off it.
Even the few critics who had guessed that Huan Xu would focus on depicting battle scenes in the second half of the film, intending to attract the audience with smooth and refreshing fighting scenes and get to the point of excitement, but were not impressed at first, and even those who had already thought about how to write their reviews, were completely immersed in this romance of swords and swords.
The idea is good, but battles without special effects are simply not appealing?
hehe.
Don’t ask, because my face hurts.
If time could go back, they would definitely go back and tell their former selves: I was too naive. Huan Xu was a freak and could not be judged by common sense!
Who would have thought that the ancient martial arts that had long been forgotten and could only serve as comedians in their Xuantian Star could be used in so many ways - eighteen kinds of weapons, eighteen kinds of martial arts, and even flying flowers and falling leaves could kill people.
Is hacking and slashing with cold weapons boring? Is it lacking in special effects and soul?
Are you kidding me?
Even after the movie ended, the audience had not yet recovered from the fierce battles. When they rolled up their sleeves and looked, they were still covered with goosebumps, telling of their tension and excitement.
Huan Xu was not lying. The drama was really exciting, without any sense of frustration.
According to the general plot, the villain has to lose, but after a difficult battle, under the hands of a ruthless director, the good guys will be wiped out at a terrible cost. A slightly more gentle director will also sacrifice a few popular characters to create a sense of tragedy.
But Huan Xu, who was previously called Huan Daodao by the audience, did the opposite this time.
There were sacrifices and bloodshed in the battle, but not a single hero was ever allowed to leave.
Taoist Zhang sat alone at the place where they parted, with nine porcelain bowls filled with wine in front of him.
As the sky gradually brightened, sounds were heard from the bamboo forest.
"Ouch, these old bones can't stand the torture, they are about to fall apart." The old beggar's voice came from far away, and he limped out of the bamboo forest, with blood dripping all the way behind him. His left leg was empty, and he barely supported his body with a dog-beating stick.
"I can smell the aroma of wine from far away. It's the fine wine treasured by Wudang. This old beggar is in for a treat. Haha, it can be said that it's fate that this old beggar and the Taoist priest have become close friends."
The old beggar collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Following his gaze, he saw Taoist Zhang's empty right arm.
Soon after, the rest of the people returned one after another.
The saint's veil was nowhere to be found, and the five poisonous sacred beasts beside her were covered with scars. Ma Yunying had an eye patch on her left eye, and outside the eye patch, a hideous scar ran across her forehead and brow.
Afterwards, the old host and Qin Zhan supported each other.
It was not until the sun was at its zenith, and the black fog was no longer covering his body, his long hair was loose, and the leader of the demon cult, who showed his true face for the first time, slowly walked over and sat down in an empty seat.
"The leader's appearance is as handsome as I, an old beggar, was when I was young." The old beggar sighed.
It is true that the leader of the cult is handsome, but he is just an old beggar. The abbot of the same generation said "Amitabha" and said that monks do not tell lies.
No one touched the wine bowl in front of them, not even the old beggar who kept saying he wanted to drink. They were all waiting, waiting for the last two people to return.
From noon to sunset, the withered vines, old trees and crows seem to indicate something.
"Tui! Where did this unlucky crow come from? It's unlucky! What are you barking for? Grandpa is not dead yet."
A weak voice cursed as the blood-stained Tiger King approached from afar. There were countless blood holes on his body and he was carrying an unconscious butcher on his back.
"So what Saint, come and take a look at this guy! I didn't want him to die again after working so hard and risking half my life to carry him back."
The Tiger King rolled his eyes guiltily. Just by looking at him, one could tell that he was seriously injured. Indeed, after the battle, he vaguely remembered that he walked for a while and then fainted on the side of the road.
He was lucky enough to meet Bao the butcher.
Butcher Bao carried Tiger King on his back. After walking for a while, Butcher Bao fell into a coma and Tiger King woke up.
The two brothers supported each other and took turns, and finally managed to get back.
The Saintess of the Five Immortals Sect said nothing more. She stepped forward to examine the two men, stuffed two pills into their mouths, and said lightly, "You won't die."
His ribs were broken and he was half dead, but fortunately, he was still alive.
Under the effect of the saint's pill, Bao the butcher slowly woke up.
Taoist Zhang's eyes were filled with warmth, and he raised his glass from a distance: "Drink it up."
The eight of them raised their bowls together and said in unison: "Drink up!"
The Jianghu affair is over.
On the battlefield, war horses neighed, soldiers charged, the sky was clear, and a rainbow appeared on the horizon. The enemy camp was broken, and the Khan and the wise kings all surrendered. This battle was a great victory and revenge!
The last scene freezes when General Qiu personally plants his flag on the lost territory that has been recaptured.
As the ending song sounded, the entire painting transformed into a piece of rice paper. Sparks began to burn from the edges, and smoke and fire ignited all over the paper, and the ink was stained with scarlet:
"Man Jiang Hong" (Yue Fei)
My hair is standing on end with rage, and as I lean over the railing, the rain has stopped. Looking up, I cry out to the heavens, my heart aching with fervor... Don't wait until your hair turns grey, only to be filled with regret... (Note)
After the ending song ended, the audience discovered that there was a small easter egg at the end.
The Jin army was defeated, and the Qiu family army welcomed the two saints back to the court. They were meritorious in saving the emperor. At the firm request of the two "emperors" -
General Qiu Shan was conferred the title of Duke Dingguo, and all the soldiers of the Qiu family were promoted to higher positions!
What? You want to punish General Qiu? Whoever said that, please stand up! Anyone who doesn't want the Two Saints to return to the throne should be killed!
It can be said that under stress, General Qiu was the only person who gave the Second Emperor a sense of security. At least, before they died, anyone who touched Qiu Shan was openly trying to harm them.
With two more retired emperors, the court was in turmoil and officials had their own thoughts. The emperor finally chose to continue to endure and wait for the two to die before settling all the new and old grudges.
At the end of the scene, the emperor, who had aged a lot, lay on the dragon bed, becoming increasingly listless. The two saints beside the bed wiped their tears hypocritically and wished him a good journey.
The emperor breathed his last, and his last words were: "I...will not resign!"
How could these two guys who had been captured have no sense of shame at all? How could they be so happy and fat, so healthy, and even outlast him!
Just as Huan Xu promised, a happy and perfect ending.
The battle between the undead may be a little illogical, but it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s comfortable.
[Huh, one word, awesome!]
[From now on, Huan Daodao will exit the stage of history, and only I, the great drama director Huan, will remain.]
[It makes perfect sense! I've been wanting to say this for a while now. I don't understand why our ancestors were so eager to be emperors. They woke up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs. After work, they had to drag their exhausted bodies to the harem to complete the task of reproduction. They really weren't afraid of death from overwork.]
[PTSD is a disease, though. The two saints should continue to be ill. Just eat and drink and live long lives. The rest will be fine for me, Duke Dingguo.]
As the film ended, the news spread from one person to ten and from ten to a hundred.
I heard that Director Huan, who just won the Little Golden Award, actually rewarded his fans with a cool drama directly after the carnival night. Although others are not fans of Huan Xu, they cannot deny his talent.
The quality of Huan Xu's film is guaranteed by the Blue Star trophy, and the comments below the film are all positive. It would be a shame not to watch this film!
So, on the sleepless night when everyone was celebrating, the people of Blue Star who loved to join in the fun called their friends to watch the drama together.
The administrators responsible for statistical data in each live broadcast room discovered a sharp drop in traffic almost at the same time.
What's going on?
They conducted an emergency screening and found that during the live broadcast, their own directors and artists did not cause any major incidents that led to a large-scale loss of fans, and their peers did not do anything out of the ordinary to attract viewers.
That's strange.
After much investigation, they found that it was Xinghuo.
If Xinghuo was still an unknown little person before the award ceremony, after the award ceremony, whether they wanted to or not, all the companies in the industry were forced to be overshadowed by the little unknown's brilliant achievements.
"Are you crazy to release an album tonight?!" someone spat with a constipated look on his face.
You can't do such a thing unless you are seriously ill. There have been directors who have done such things before, and they were gold medal directors.
What happened? The data from the first day of release was shocking.
On Carnival Night, everyone interacted with their favorite directors and artists in the various live broadcast rooms, which was a rare opportunity to get close to their idols.
Anyway, the work will not be taken off the shelves after it is released, so you can catch up later. There are only a few opportunities to interact with idols in a year.
Even though the subsequent data grew well after Carnival Night, the overall data and revenue would have been even better if the first day had not been Carnival Night!
Therefore, everyone tacitly agreed to let the carnival night pass by peacefully.
To give back and thank the fans, you can just wait one more day.
Although most directors are lazy and have been busy competing for awards and rankings, now that the annual event is finally over, they have to take some extra time off. Oh no, they need some time to collect inspiration and prepare new works.
In short, for a month or two after Carnival Night, the entertainment industry is in a state of brewing silence. It’s not that there are no new works released, but the quality and quantity are a bit poor.
The competitiveness is not strong, so even if there are works released, directors who want to take advantage of the opportunity are no longer in a hurry. They can release a work every few days during off-peak hours. Directors don't have to squeeze into the peak hours, and audiences can get new spiritual food every few days.
What is this called? Yes, it is the highest state of being as pure as a chrysanthemum and the friendship between gentlemen as pure as water.
But Huan Xu didn't play by the rules.
Some old people who got the news shook their heads. This is the stubbornness of newcomers. Alas, if you don't listen to the advice of the old people, you will suffer the consequences. Once you hit the wall, you will know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.
The current decrease in traffic is only due to the audience's temporary curiosity. After watching the free period for about ten to twenty minutes, they will leave a mark. If they think it is good, they will start watching it tomorrow. If they think it is not satisfactory, they will delete it and save it. Then the audience will come to the live broadcast room again to interact.
All they need to do is wait.
However……
Ten minutes passed and the audience did not return.
Twenty minutes passed, and not only did the audience not come back, more of them left the live broadcast room.
Thirty minutes later, the administrators' eyes twitched as the traffic in the live broadcast room increased.
"What's going on?" Someone in the small group asked a row of small question marks.
"I don't know."
"You guys continue to maintain it, and I'll go see what's going on." Someone couldn't sit still and prepared to go and spy on the enemy situation himself.
"No, where is my brother?"
If you never come back, you never come back.
The disappeared elder brother had a dull expression, just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, with a dazzling cold light reflected in his eyes. A sword came from the west, a gun went to the east, and it was like a rain of pear blossoms, it was impossible to take in.
The half-eaten apple fell to the ground and rolled twice, like a beautiful backflip.
"Ah, be careful!"
The dwarf warrior's meteor hammer broke through the whip shadow and hit the saint's face directly without any mercy. The beautiful woman's withered bones were nothing but souls under the hammer.
There was a sound of chains, and the saint narrowly avoided the attack by bending her waist. The veil on her face was cut by the strong wind and fell off. The sharp spike of the star hammer slid past, leaving a blood mark on the side of the saint's face.
Swish, a centipede emerged from the sand, and its scorpion tail with a poisonous scorpion pierced the dwarf warrior's back. The dwarf warrior turned around suddenly, but his finger was still pierced. The poison instantly erupted, and the whole finger became swollen and blue, and the poison spread rapidly.
"Witch!" A look of determination flashed across his face, blood splattered everywhere, and a severed finger was thrown out diagonally.
Like the arc of a severed finger sliding through the air, the mood of the big brother in front of the screen was like a roller coaster, fluctuating with the battle where one kill was made every ten steps.
I couldn't stop watching it at all, and naturally couldn't remember anything else. I just wanted to watch it to the end in one breath.
Except for some large companies that already have a huge fan base, small and medium-sized entertainment companies lost audiences and were forced to end the Carnival Night live broadcast early.
What to do after the show? They won’t sleep. Unanimously, these people decided to go and see for themselves what “Man Jiang Hong” is all about. For fans, its charm is even greater than interacting with them.
What? The free time is over so soon. Subscribe? Subscribe, subscribe, subscribe! So annoying! The smart system is still not smart enough. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be able to directly read their emotions and deduct money from their wallets? This is such a waste of time. Play it quickly. It’s a critical moment.
Huan Xu's fans, as the first wave of people to watch the movie, have finished their viewing with a sense of reluctance. At three or four in the morning, some elderly people and children who could not wait any longer went to rest, while the young and energetic night owls continued to be active on Star Network.
Under Huan Xu's blog post, a viewer commented, "Old Huan's methods are truly remarkable."
"What do your family members say?"
"Everyone thinks Carnival Night has no traffic, but Lao Huan goes the other way. Facts have proven that there's absolutely no traffic on Carnival Night. People all over the planet surf on that day, and the traffic is absolutely exploding. No wonder Man Jiang Hong didn't promote it before; it simply didn't need it!"
"Additionally, the prerequisite for explosion is that it looks good!"
"Man Jiang Hong" is certainly good to watch. For the first time, the audience is directly impacted by the charm of cold weapons. The collision between the cold blade and the boiling blood is so cool and charming.
It was a messy discussion. Some people were reading the hottest film reviews, some were discussing the plot, and some were discussing the poems of Man Jiang Hong.
The author of "Man Jiang Hong" is marked as Yue Fei. In the play, General Qiu is called Qiu Shan, so doesn't that mean Yue?
"So this play is based on real historical events?"
"If it's a true story, then Director Huan wouldn't have to use a pseudonym. There should be a connection, but some of the plot has been significantly adapted."
Instead of guessing blindly, it is better to verify it yourself. Usually at this time, netizens are used to the fact that people from the Institute of Ancient Research must be secretly peeking at the screen, so some people go to Star Network to search, and some people directly @ the Institute of Ancient Research.
The Institute of Ancient Research, which is on standby at any time, has been waiting for a long time. I was just @ed online and sent a link. After clicking on it, I found very detailed popular science.
There is the original text of "Man Jiang Hong", the translation with annotations, and the life of General Yue Fei.
Fans clicked in excitedly, and the result was...
"Ahhh, Qin Hui, die!"
"Give me back my mountains and rivers, and my great general who served his country so faithfully."
“It’s so hard to accept!!!”
"The world is full of black crows: Damn, Huan Gou was waiting here, vomiting blood."
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