Chapter 1580: Evil!
After a round of greetings, Jin Xue put the bag on the table.
"These are the scripts that Manager Yan gave me. He carefully screened them all. There are five movie scripts, three art films, two commercial films, and two TV series, one modern and one ancient. He wants you to take a good look at them."
Shen Pianpian pursed her lips and poured out all the scripts in the bag, immediately spreading several thick stacks on the table.
"Also, Manager Yan said there are actually more scripts you could take on. There's a big-budget costume drama he's really excited about. It's just that you were on hiatus when they offered you the role, so Manager Yan turned it down. But Manager Yan just found out that the drama hasn't started filming yet because the role hasn't been decided yet, so he's already been making inquiries. Maybe he can still get the female lead."
"Hmm..."
Chen Pianpian nodded and picked up a script from the table. Among the piles of white A4 papers, this thick book with a crimson cover stood out. She reached out and touched it. The pages were rough but had a very textured feel. On the crimson paper, two thick black characters were written in one stroke, and the rich ink cast the two words "Shangxie" like a swimming dragon.
The elegant handwriting was reflected in his black pupils, and he asked,
"What's the name of that TV show?"
"It seems to be called, Jiangshan Ruhua."
Shen Pianxian raised his eyebrows, and his fingers touched the two thick and elegant characters under his hands, and said to himself,
"Then I like this name better."
She reached out and flipped open the script. The first page still had a rough, mottled texture. Black brushstrokes flowed from top to bottom, forming a free and heavy three-line poem.
Oh my goodness! I wish to know you, and live a long and happy life together.
The mountains have no peaks, the rivers have dried up, thunder roars in winter and snow falls in summer.
Only when heaven and earth unite will I dare to break off with you.
The ink smudges on the slightly yellowed, rough paper pages make it look like an old book that has been worn and mottled by time, just waiting for future generations to open it.
Shen Pianxian was stunned for a moment.
"Is this handwritten?"
She touched the words again, raised the notebook to her nose and smelled it, and sure enough, there was a slightly bitter scent of ink.
“What a thoughtful crew.”
She seemed to be interested and turned to the next page, but this time she was really stunned.
Miss Shen's peach blossom eyes widened as she looked at the neatly arranged black characters on the inner page and said in a lost voice,
"Is the script also handwritten?"
She quickly flipped through the entire notebook, and all she saw were powerful and elegant calligraphy. She turned back to the cover, and the big words "Shangxie" on the red bottom page were clearly written by the same brush as the script on the inner page.
Shen Pianpian was a little stunned when she saw this kind of operation for the first time. She blinked her eyes and her expression became serious. She turned to the first page of the plot again and glanced at it. The black brush calligraphy was as flowing as the pen of a historian, and at a glance, people could get a glimpse of the chaotic and turbulent world described in the writing.
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There is a Taixu Tomb on the top of Taixu Mountain.
There is a chess set cast in front of Taixu's tomb.
It is said that it was the last unfinished game of chess left by the monk Taixu who possessed great supernatural powers, and the person who played against him at that time was the supreme ruler of the world at that time, the regent of Chiwei Kingdom, Changsun Qingzhao.
In the chess game, Changsun Qingzhao plays the black pieces, and Monk Taixu plays the white pieces.
The entire game of chess stopped at the moment when Taixu was about to defeat Changsun Qingzhao - because as luck would have it, Monk Taixu passed away just when he was about to win.
It is said that before his death, Monk Taixu asked his last disciple to leave this unfinished game of chess to him, and finally left a message saying that in the future, if there is someone who can beat the white chess with black pieces, he will surely rule the world.
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