Chapter 129 Preview

When Han Qi said the three words "Junior Brother Zheng", the tall and thin man next to him looked nervous.

Not only him, but also several brothers who heard their idle chattering looked inexplicably awed.

Nowadays, a piece of news is circulating in the market: Zheng Fa, Junior Brother Zheng, has become the head disciple.

This news first came from the lineage of Master Pang.

In fact, people in the market didn't really believe the news.

What good people can there be in Master Pang's lineage? They are just spreading fake news!

But neither Senior Sister Zhang nor Zheng Fa showed up to deny it.

Uncle Pang's disciples also made their stories very convincing - the most important thing was that they actually made up a story that their master suffered a setback and wanted to accept Zheng Fa as his disciple but failed.

This is more credible! The news spread more and more, almost becoming a tacit secret among everyone.

Influenced by this news, the situation of Han Qi and the other two is now somewhat delicate - in the entire market, they are the only three who are truly Zheng Fa's men.

Although other people also followed Zheng Fa's instructions before, it was because Senior Sister Zhang entrusted Zheng Fa with an important task.

Seeing the envious and distant looks from the people around him, Han Qi didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Who would have thought that I was still wondering when this market would be named Zheng.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the Jiushan Sect would almost become known as the Zheng Sect!

You said that I originally wanted to make some money by following Junior Brother Zheng.

How did he become the future leader's confidant? Seeing that the brothers around him were all looking at the three of them, Han Qi pursed his lips and walked out of the crowd with two followers.

"Brother, why do I feel like these brothers are not as affectionate as before?"

The tall and thin man asked softly.

"Because Junior Brother Zheng has become the head disciple." Han Qi explained softly: "But Senior Sister Zhang...she has always been considered the best choice for the next head of Jiushan Sect."

"... Will Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang break up?"

"...I can't explain it clearly, but this is the position of the head of the sect. It is common for brothers to turn against each other." Han Qi sighed softly: "I'm afraid those brothers also want to see the situation."

“…Then they should understand.”

"What do you understand?"

“Yes!”

The tall and thin man pointed into the distance.

Zheng Fa was walking towards the new building.

On his left was Senior Sister Zhang, a genius of the Hundred Immortals League. Senior Sister Zhang had a smile on her face and was talking to Zheng Fa about something.

On the right is Master Pang’s well-known disciple Zhou Qianyuan, who was looking at the two of them intently, as if afraid of missing any of their words.

"Isn't this a very good situation? Isn't it obvious?"

“…”

Amidst a crowd of onlookers, Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang walked into the new theater.

"You mean, we won't charge for this preview, but we want to collect feedback from the Nine Mountains Sect disciples?"

Senior Sister Zhang said as she walked.

"After all, this is the first play." Zheng Fa explained: "Maybe their acceptance is not high yet, so it's better to make it free."

Senior Sister Zhang nodded and did not object.

In the new theater, the headmaster was standing in it, looking around.

It seems to be evaluating the effect of the Lu Zhong Tian Di in this place.

"Master." Zheng Fa hurriedly paid his respects to his master. He did not expect that this old man would be willing to go out in person.

This shows how much importance he attaches to the preview of "Saving Xiao Xiu Pang Qian".

The headmaster nodded to the three people and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Junior brother suggested that for the first preview, since it is for the disciples of our Jiushan Sect, we should not charge spirit stones. And we should collect the disciples' thoughts after watching it."

"Collecting thoughts?"

"It's mainly to see if those disciples have any bad opinions."

"Well... we should remember those ignorant disciples." The headmaster nodded, as if he understood.

No, you are going to write it down in a notebook? "... We are going to modify our play based on those opinions." After a moment of silence, Zheng Fa explained: "After all, drama is a new thing, and it has to face the public. We have to see the audience's reaction and then slowly modify it."

This is not easy to do in modern times - it is very expensive to make a movie.

If we want to change it, we will have to raise additional funds and the actors’ schedules.

That is even more difficult.

But the Xuanwei Realm is different. This thing can be changed as you want! The old man in front of him can change the world with just one thought, let alone his face.

The reason why Zheng Fa valued the opinions of these disciples was the same - after all, they were from two different worlds.

In modern times, the popular cultures of the two countries are different.

At least for the first few plays, Zheng Fa still wanted to see the aesthetic taste and acceptance of the audience in this world.

…

The next evening, the first preview of "Saving Xiao Xiu Pang Qian" began.

What disappointed Zheng Fa and the others was that there were not many people in the theater tonight.

There are more than 10,000 seats, but they are sparsely populated, with probably less than a thousand people sitting there.

"Many disciples heard that they were not forced to come and watch, so they would rather go home and practice." Senior Sister Yuan at the side seemed to understand his eyes and whispered to comfort him: "Most disciples of Jiushan Sect don't like to play."

Zheng Fa nodded.

This is the case for many of Jiushan Sect's less well-off disciples.

They are busy making a living during the day and can only find time to practice at night - although practicing for a whole night may not help their cultivation much.

But it's like you're sitting in a classroom.

You also know that reading books and doing exercises is of little use.

But when you see your desk mates reading during breaks - you can't help but pick up a book and pretend to read.

This may not be good for your brain, but it is good for your conscience.

On the side, Zhou Qianyuan held back and spoke up: "Also, Master seems to have forbidden our brothers from coming to see this..."

When Zhou Qianyuan talked about this, he also had some doubts on his face, and added: "In fact, many of my brothers wanted to come and see it, but... Master's face was really not good."

“…”

This matter is 100% the fault of the Sect Leader! Senior Sister Zhang and the other two beside him also looked very strange.

It seemed that he also thought of the reason why Uncle Pang did this.

"Senior Brother Zheng, do you know why my master is so angry?" Zhou Qianyuan asked again, seeming to understand the expressions of the three people.

"Junior Brother Zhou, knowing too much is not good for you." Zheng Fa was silent for a while, then asked, "Then do you want to go back first?"

Zhou Qianyuan nodded and said with some regret: "I have to go back. My master also told me that I must go to him to receive instruction today and I must not break the appointment. I was thinking of watching secretly."

Looking at Zhou Qianyuan's departing back, a puzzled voice suddenly came from Zheng Fa's side: "Why did he leave?"

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Looking at the sect leader who had a puzzled look on his face, Zheng Fa said nothing and just stared at the old man.

"Why are you looking at me?" The head of the sect frowned and asked, "Could it be that you saw me coming and were scared away by me?"

…

As the time for the preview arrived, the leader waved his sleeves.

Zheng Fa could see ten talismans flying out from the sleeves of the headmaster.

In an instant, the huge theater seemed like a completely different world.

The sounds of talismans exploding, monks roaring, and screaming rang in the ears of everyone in the theater.

For a moment, many audience members who had never seen this kind of drama were a little confused, and some people even took out talismans and wanted to throw them out.

"It's all an illusion, don't panic."

Senior Sister Zhang's cold voice resounded throughout the theater. She was well-respected in the sect.

Those frightened disciples then returned to their seats with peace of mind.

Zheng Fa was also immersed in the plot.

He has watched this play three times.

First is the original version of the headmaster.

Then there is the version he revised based on his memory.

Later he went to modern times and watched the original film again.

After coming back, I revised it based on the leader's ideas.

Comparing the two versions side by side, he admitted that perhaps the original film's narrative approach was a little more mature.

But he still thinks that this version is better.

The master's art of the world in the hut does not even have just the effect of holographic projection.

In the fantasy world, Zheng Fa can not only feel the characters and environment in the play through hearing and vision.

He could smell the blood of the battlefield.

With his fingers he could feel the sticky blood dripping from the body of his companion beside him - especially after understanding the perspective, the leader seemed to know everything and deliberately created this illusion with a more immersive feel.

This kind of immersive experience is far beyond the reach of modern film technology.

Plus the two original movies I saw.

Zheng Fa has read this story five times.

But he remained fascinated by the screening until the end of the story.

The illusion gradually disappeared.

The theater was completely silent.

No one spoke.

Zheng Fa raised his eyes to look at the audience. They were sitting in their seats, still seemingly immersed in the screening, their eyes dazed and their expressions lost. Some of them even had moist eyes.

Zheng Fa gave Senior Sister Zhang a look, and Senior Sister Zhang said:

"The play is over, please leave."

"If you have any ideas or suggestions for improvement, you can pick up a questionnaire at the door and write down your opinions on the questionnaire."

Glancing at the headmaster, she added, "Anonymous! And not mandatory!"

Hearing that it was her who was speaking, the disciples present stood up obediently and walked out in groups of three or five.

What surprised Zheng Fa and his friends was that almost every disciple received a questionnaire when they went out, and they all picked up the pens beside them to write their opinions on the questionnaire.

There was even a long line in front of the table where questionnaires were distributed.

This scene was beyond Zheng Fa and his team's expectations.

“So many opinions?”

Senior Sister Yuan blinked her eyes and said confusedly: "I think it's pretty good!"

By the time the audience had left, the table was already filled to capacity with feedback questionnaires.

Senior Sister Zhang stretched out her hand and the pieces of paper with opinions written on them flew towards the people and were neatly arranged in front of everyone.

Senior Sister Yuan was the most impatient. She picked up one card first, took a look at it, then picked up the one below and took a look at it.

She seemed to be stunned for a moment, and simply rummaged through the papers, quickly reading the opinions on them.

When she looked up, she found that the others were watching her actions.

“No need to look at it.”

"What's wrong?"

"They only have one opinion - it's too short!" (End of this chapter)