21st century. China. A film crew shooting on site.
A young man with handsome eyebrows and slender figure, was wearing a crescent-white ancient costume. His long black hair was fixed behind with a dark green hairband. He was holding a script in his hand, his inky eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was supporting his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something.
"Brother Lu, have you found the feeling?" Xiao Li, the assistant standing beside him, asked in a low voice.
Lu Ming raised his head and shook his head slightly, his brows still furrowed. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Let's try it first."
The assistant nodded and shouted to the director across from him, "Director Wang, it's done!"
Director Wang stood up, waved his hand feebly at the crowd, and shouted, "Everyone, take your positions!"
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Lu Ming walked out of the wooden house leisurely. The Qingli sword in his hand was covered with blood, which was now dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground. His eyes were red and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his finger and pointed slightly. In an instant, the fire engulfed the entire wooden house.
He looked at the scene in front of him coldly, not moved at all. Now the young man dressed as a scholar knelt on one knee on the ground, clasped his fists and said sternly: "Demon Lord, there are still 18 blood relatives in this traitor's family, who are now fleeing to the west. Should we send someone to chase them?"
Lu Ming smiled slightly, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he ordered coldly: "Just cut the grass and eradicate the roots. If there are any fish that slip through the net, you don't have to come to see me again."
After saying that, he left the wooden house without looking back. The young man stood up slowly with a trembling body, and looked at the man who disappeared in front of him, with a trace of fear in his eyes.
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"Cut!" The director's voice suddenly rang out.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, paused, and looked at Director Wang with some confusion.
"It doesn't feel right! The aura is wrong! My whole person is wrong!" The director rubbed his aching temples and walked towards Luming with a somewhat shaky step, his face looking extremely miserable.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Lu, no, Master Lu! You have filmed this scene dozens of times, but you still haven't captured Sang Wusheng's soul! You have to put yourself in his shoes. Sang Wusheng foresaw the future and knew in advance the tragedy that was about to happen, but in the end he was powerless to stop it. Instead, he was completely destroyed by He Qingci. His unwillingness and powerlessness, pain and contradictions constantly destroyed his fragile heart, which gave him the urge to destroy the world..."
Lu Ming looked at Wang Dao strangely and interrupted, "Why does he have to inflict his own pain on others?"
Director Wang looked at Lu Ming with a frustrated look on his face, and sighed faintly, "Mr. Lu, this is a novel, not the real world. I think you should be patient and read the original novel and try to understand Sang Wusheng's inner world. Otherwise, this is not a solution. We are all tired today, so let's go first."
Lu Ming had no choice but to nod, greeted everyone apologetically, walked into the nanny car and left the set.
Lu Ming sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. Assistant Xiao Li glanced at Lu Ming through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say, "Brother Lu, please take some time to read this novel. I've read it before and it's really well written, especially the final battle between Sang Wusheng and He Qingci. It's so exciting!"
Lu Ming hummed absentmindedly, and said tiredly: "Didn't Lu You come back from abroad today? How come you didn't call me so late?"
Xiao Li replied somewhat unhappily, "I guess he's gathering his friends to hang out again. How can he have time to make a phone call?"
Lu Ming did not respond. He felt a headache when he thought of his younger brother. When Lu Ming was fifteen, his parents died in a car accident, leaving only his younger brother Lu You to depend on him.
Lu Ming entered the entertainment industry at the age of eighteen. In order to make money to support his family in the early years, he worked very hard. He took almost all the dirty and tiring work for money. He was always on the road all year round and was somewhat negligent in disciplining his younger brother, which led to Lu You's arrogant and domineering appearance.
It was already one in the morning when Lu Ming returned home. He was a little worried and called his brother twice, but his brother was busy both times. Lu Ming had no choice but to take a shower, turn on his computer, and search for this popular article on the Internet.
The name of the novel is "The Immortal Emperor and the Demon Lord", and it is a typical stallion novel. The movie that Lu Ming just took on was adapted from this novel, and he will play the role of the protagonist Sang Wusheng.
The novel still follows the old-fashioned route of the hero with a golden arm driving wildly all the way, conquering all kinds of girls, and finally ascending to the fairyland and standing tall among the heroes. However, this article is also a little different because the author takes a different route, and the hero takes a dark route that destroys the three views.
The protagonist Sang Wusheng was originally an optimistic and positive young man. If we know why he suddenly changed into a dark boss, the reason is that Sang Wusheng got a rare book on refining equipment by chance when he was a teenager.
This book not only records the methods of cultivating immortals and refining weapons, but also contains many refining drawings that have been lost for many years. Among them is an ancient artifact called "Tianya".
This thing is very magical. As long as you inject spiritual power into it, you can predict your future to varying degrees according to the size of your personal spiritual power.
Driven by curiosity, Sang Wusheng spent a whole year to refine the "Tianya" artifact. When he excitedly poured his spiritual power into the artifact, he saw the tragic scenes of his mother's death, his best friend's betrayal, and his lover's tragic death many years later. Although he later became a powerful figure and was surrounded by beautiful women, he always felt guilty and even lived in self-blame for the rest of his life.
The source of all these nightmares was his fellow disciple, He Qingci, whom he had always regarded as a good brother.
From then on, Sang Wusheng seemed like a different person, from a male protagonist radiating the glory of a saint, to a completely evil dark devil who killed people without mercy, rushing towards the road of destruction, with all his three views destroyed and his moral principles shattered, to the point that it was simply unbearable to watch.
Lu Ming took a deep breath, snapped the computer shut, and smiled coldly. But he had already made up his mind to apply to the company to push Sang Wusheng's role tomorrow.
At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Lu Ming reached out and picked it up. It turned out to be his younger brother Lu You calling.
Lu Ming pressed the answer button, and it was indeed Lu You's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Brother...can you come and pick me up? I can't get a taxi." Lu You's voice sounded a little trembling for some reason.
Lu Ming was a little confused, thinking it was because it was a little cold in the morning. He asked, "Where are you? I'll drive over to pick you up."
Lu You hesitated for a moment before he said, "Nanqin Garden."
Lu Ming hummed, then said, "We'll be there in twenty minutes."
Lu You's voice suddenly became a little panicked, and he hurriedly said, "Forget it, brother, you'd better not come, I'll let my friend take me there."
Lu Ming frowned and said, "Stay here, I'll be there soon. I'm worried about your friends."
After saying that, Lu Ming hung up the phone, took the car keys and walked towards the garage.
It was 5:30 in the morning, the sky was just getting light, and the streets were deserted, with only three or two people jogging and cleaning the streets. Although Lu Ming hadn't slept all night, he was very clear-headed. His long-term upside-down schedule had made him accustomed to staying up late.
At this moment, a truck with its high beam flashing suddenly came into Luming's sight. The truck was driving at an extremely high speed and soon rushed onto the road just a few dozen meters away from Luming.
Lu Ming didn't know why, but he suddenly felt uneasy. His animal-like sharp intuition allowed him to make a quick judgment. He suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove quickly to the road beside him.
The truck was obviously well prepared. Just as Luming turned onto the road and prepared to take a shortcut towards Nanqin Park, at that moment, the truck suddenly accelerated and slammed into Luming in an instant.
Lu Ming's pupils shrank, and his brain went blank for a moment. When he reacted, the entire car had been pushed far away by the huge force, making a sharp sound that only occurs when there is intense friction. He didn't even feel the pain before he lost consciousness.
However, the moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the extremely familiar face sitting in the passenger seat, and the panic-stricken eyes like a little rabbit.
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When Lu Ming woke up again, it was already dusk.
He opened his blurry eyes and looked out through the dilapidated window. The fallen leaves were blown by the cool wind, and there was a well next to a dead tree. He looked back and saw that the house was very simple, with a small square table and two wooden stools on both sides. The quilt on the bed had two holes and smelled mildew.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, feeling extremely confused. He only remembered that he seemed to be hit by a truck and when he woke up, he was here. But where on earth was this place?
Just as Lu Ming was thinking, the door creaked open. A beautiful girl with two buns came in on tiptoe. She looked outside the room for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and gently closed the door, holding two steaming white buns in her hands.
When the girl saw Lu Ming wake up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She walked up to him quickly, put the steamed bun in his arms, and said excitedly: "Master, you finally woke up."
Lu Ming frowned and asked, "You are..."
Before he could finish his words, Lu Ming suddenly stopped talking.
Just now he clearly heard a childish boy's voice coming out of his throat. He thought that he was already 28 years old, so why did the voice that came from it be that of a strange boy?
Lu Ming remained silent, his eyes dark and mysterious. He raised his hands and saw that both of his arms were covered with crisscrossing bloodstains, which were obviously caused by being severely whipped.
Seeing that Lu Ming was hesitant to speak, the girl said timidly, "Young Master, you...don't be angry with the Madam anymore. She is the one who has the final say in the entire He family. It's useless for you to resist, and..."
Lu Ming raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and motioned the girl to continue. The girl plucked up her courage and continued angrily: "Besides, the second wife has always been afraid of the first wife. You have been locked up in this woodshed for several days, and she didn't even dare to come to see you. This is not how a mother should act!"
The girl became more and more excited, and finally began to speak without thinking. Her eyes were slightly red, and she handed the steamed bun to Lu Ming, and then said: "Master, don't be too sad. Although your spiritual roots are destroyed now, fortunately you can still practice immortal arts. In a few days, the Taoist priests on Kun-Lai Mountain will come to the He family to recruit disciples. You must not neglect them. If you are lucky enough to be selected, you may even become an immortal one day. When the time comes, you must bully those people who bully you back!"
Although Lu Ming was a little confused about the current situation, he knew that the girl was doing this for his own good, so he patted her shoulder to comfort her. Thinking about the time when he was hit by a truck, the person sitting in the passenger seat of the truck was clearly his beloved younger brother Lu You, Lu Ming's clear eyes could not help but be a little dim at this moment.
If he was just being held hostage for ransom, why would they put him to death? It must have been a premeditated murder. But he couldn't figure out why.
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