"Ouyang, are you okay?" Liang Jianwen asked Ouyang Qianran before filming began.
Ouyang Qianran said nonchalantly: "It's okay." Do you think you can kill me with just an iron rod? joke.
When Xiaomei was helping Ouyang Qianran tidy up his sleeves, she suddenly touched Ouyang Qianran's right hand. The expression on Ouyang Qianran's face suddenly twisted, and then returned to normal in a second. No one noticed anything unusual about Ouyang Qianran. Oh my god, it hurts so much! Could it be that the bones were injured?
Then he looked around and saw so many people watching him. No, he couldn't lose his image. Who was he, Ouyang Qianran? He had the image of a cool and domineering guy. How could he cry out in pain over such a small injury? Moreover, the next scene is very important and must not be delayed.
"Does the host need help from this system?"
The system suddenly popped up, scaring Ouyang Qianran. After looking around and finding that no one noticed his abnormality, Ouyang Qianran felt relieved and complained, "You scared me to death. System, can you not suddenly appear and talk like a ghost? Shouldn't you make a 'ding' sound before you appear?"
"Ding... I've found something wrong with the host's body. Does the host need help from this system?"
Ouyang Qianran was frowning, okay, system, you win.
"I don't need help." Ouyang Qianran didn't believe that the system would offer help for no reason. He was resentful of the fact that the system was always ready to squeeze his life value.
"Does the host really not need it? According to the condition of the host's arm injury, if it is not treated in time, it may cause the host to be unable to complete the task."
"Thank you, but no thanks."
"Really not necessary?" The system did not give up.
"Really, it's not necessary." Really, don't underestimate him, Ouyang Qianran, this little injury is nothing.
"Okay, I wish you a happy life, host. Goodbye."
The lines sound so familiar! System, what's wrong with you recently? Where's your seriousness and your coldness? Eaten by a dog?
"Okay, Feng Ling's penultimate act begins."
The shooting began, and Ouyang Qianran and Liang Jianwen immediately got into the mood.
This scene is about Feng Xingyun not daring to face the fact that his martial arts were abolished by his master, so he goes back to Feng Ling to ask for clarification.
In the simple wooden house, Feng Ling was drinking tea quietly by himself. The house was filled with the faint fragrance of tea, which made people feel particularly peaceful. After a while, his ears twitched, and then he saw Feng Xingyun, who was weak all over, stumbling in. Even though his martial arts were abolished, Feng Xingyun was still able to persevere. He gritted his teeth and returned here despite his fiancée's objections.
When he saw Feng Ling this time, looking at his face which was still as handsome as ever after more than ten years, and looking at the elegance and indifference revealed in his every move, Feng Xingyun suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed a little strange.
"Didn't I tell you that you are not welcome here?"
The voice was chillingly cold. Ouyang Qianran, who played Feng Ling, raised his head. The strange, icy look in his eyes made Liang Jianwen, who played Feng Xingyun, fall into an ice cellar. At this moment, he seemed to really regard himself as Feng Xingyun.
Why, why was he looking at him with such strange and cold eyes? He was his apprentice, he was his master. Feng Xingyun was somewhat shocked by Feng Ling's eyes, and asked unconsciously: "Why?"
Feng Ling looked at him quietly without saying anything.
How could he look at him with such strange eyes? They had been together for more than ten years. How could he just destroy his martial arts without showing any mercy? Doesn't he have any feelings for me at all?
"Why, why did you do that?" Feng Xingyun shouted and questioned desperately, with pain and unwillingness, and at the same time a bit of fear. He was afraid that his guess would become true, or rather, what he was afraid to face was actually the fact that he already knew.
"You know." Feng Ling's words were affirmative, and there was no emotion in his ink-black eyes. "This is your own choice..."
Feng Xingyun interrupted him, "What do you mean by my own choice? Why should the grudges of the previous generation be implicated in our generation? Xiaoru is innocent, and so am I. Why are you so heartless, Master? Is our master-disciple relationship of more than a decade really going to end here?"
The one in front of him was the disciple he had raised since childhood. He had nurtured him from a little kid to the handsome young man he is today. What he never expected was that one day their relationship as master and disciple would reach this point, and the boy he raised from childhood would come to question him so desperately.
So heartless? Haha, Feng Ling's originally calm eyes were filled with countless sorrow. He raised him for more than ten years, but that was not as much as the few months that woman had raised him. He knew clearly that the woman was the granddaughter of their Divine Doctor's enemy, but he still wanted to be with her regardless of everything. He knew that he would object, but he still wanted to be with her, and even threatened him with their more than ten years of master-disciple relationship. He should be the one asking why, right? I didn't expect that more than ten years of expectations would be rewarded with a cruel betrayal.
In Feng Xingyun's impression, his master Feng Ling always has only one expression, and is always so high and mighty, as if nothing can catch his eye. For more than ten years, he rarely saw any emotion on his face. But today, he actually saw endless sadness in his eyes, and Feng Xingyun was shocked. This was a side of his master he had never seen before: his master was actually sad.
Suddenly, his heart was stabbed by something. Feng Xingyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything. His mind was blank and all the words he wanted to say were brushed away.
"Go now. From now on, we are no longer master and disciple. Our fate as master and disciple is over." The sadness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. Feng Ling raised his right hand, paused in the air for a second, and then swung it hard. With a "bang", Feng Xingyun flew backwards, and then the door of the wooden house was closed with a "pop".
Feng Xingyun, who fell to the ground, was not injured, but because his martial arts were destroyed and his injuries had not yet healed, it was a bit difficult for him to get up from the ground. However, he did not take it to heart. He now had only one thought, which was to find Feng Ling to ask him clearly.
"Master, open the door for me, explain it to me clearly..." Feng Xingyun patted the door of the wooden house and shouted loudly: "Feng Ling, why, why do you do this, why?"
When the heroine Xiaoru arrived, she saw Feng Xingyun in a dishevel. Regardless of his own injuries, he kept banging on the door of the wooden house. Even though his voice was a little hoarse, he was still shouting and questioning.
“Pah…”
The door of the wooden house opened and Feng Xingyun fell directly to the ground. He looked up from the pair of white shoes and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face.
"Xingyun..." Xiaoru ran over, helped Feng Xingyun up, and looked at him worriedly.
"Take him away."
Feng Ling looked at Xiao Ru, but didn't even glance at Feng Xingyun. Feng Xingyun felt extremely unwilling, and the moment Feng Ling turned around, he grabbed Feng Ling's sleeve. But for some unknown reason, he used too much force, and a puddle of water appeared at the door. Feng Ling slipped, lost his balance, and fell directly to the ground. His right hand hit the threshold of the wooden house door.
"Ouyang..."
Everyone on the set was shocked, and Liang Jianwen, the person involved, also came to his senses and immediately squatted in front of Ouyang Qianran. Looking at Ouyang Qianran's frown, he asked in a panic, "Ouyang, how are you?"
"Second Young Master..." He Junjun ran to Ouyang Qianran's side faster than anyone else in the crew. He and Liang Jianwen worked together to help Ouyang Qianran up, looking worried. What's wrong with this second young master today? Why do accidents always happen?
"What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?" Wu Guodong immediately stepped forward and asked. After seeing the puddle of water at the door, he immediately became furious and yelled at the production manager who was cleaning up the set: "How did you clean up the set? Didn't you see such a big puddle of water?"
"I...I..." The male stage manager looked panicked. He had just seen that the door of the wooden house was dirty, so he cleaned it with detergent. He didn't expect that there was a water stain in one place that was not cleaned up, causing Ouyang Qianran to fall. What should he do?
"Ouyang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't used too much force just now, you wouldn't have fallen. Where are you hurt? Let me help you over and check it out first." Although Ouyang Qianran fell because he stepped on the water, in the final analysis, it was because I used too much force just now and pulled Ouyang Qianran, which caused Ouyang Qianran to lose his balance and fall. Looking at Ouyang Qianran's appearance just now, it seemed that he really bumped into something, and Liang Jianwen was very worried.
"Yes, Second Young Master, let us help you over and check you over first." He Junjun was also very worried. He had just been hit by a pile of things and now he fell down. It was impossible for him to say that he was not injured. Look at Ouyang Qianran, his brows have never relaxed.
Ouyang Qianran did not refuse. He only felt that his right hand was in so much pain that he almost lost all feeling. The forceful knock just now happened to hit the place where he was injured before. At that moment, Ouyang Qianran seemed to hear some cracking sound. Could it be a broken bone? At this time, Ouyang Qianran no longer dared to act tough. Forget his male god image. His entire right hand was paralyzed now, so why would he care about his image? Why is he so unlucky today?
Seeing Liang Jianwen holding Ouyang Qianran's left hand, He Junjun wanted to hold Ouyang Qianran's right hand. However, as soon as he touched Ouyang Qianran's right hand, Ouyang Qianran couldn't help but tremble.
"Wait, don't touch his right hand, it seems to be injured." Liang Jianwen noticed that something was wrong with Ouyang Qianran and immediately spoke up to stop He Junjun. Then someone helped Ouyang Qianran sit down on a lounge chair.
"What happened? What happened?" Wu Guodong and others behind him surrounded him with worried looks on their faces.
"hiss……"
When everyone saw Liang Jianwen lift up Ouyang Qianran's long sleeves, revealing Ouyang Qianran's injured arm, they all gasped, because Ouyang Qianran's originally fair arm had become red and swollen as the size of a white radish, and the fair skin was covered in bruises, which looked shocking. It was obvious at a glance that the injury was serious.
The martial arts instructor squatted in front of Ouyang Qianran. After seeing Ouyang Qianran's injury, he immediately said, "It may be a fractured bone. Everyone, don't touch his hand. Send him to the hospital for examination immediately."
When everyone heard what Wushu said, they immediately helped Ouyang Qianran up and rushed to the hospital.
In a place where no one could see, the new girl who was the stage manager was looking at Ouyang Qianran's back with a worried look on her face as he left.
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