Chapter 170
"Don't send out the behind-the-scenes footage." While everyone was still reminiscing about the Tarzan scene in their minds, Xu Shulou had quietly approached the cameraman of the crew.
"Why?" The latter put down the shoulder-mounted camera, looking surprised, "This clip will definitely attract a lot of fans. You fought so well, and with that fall, I don't know how many people will praise your professionalism after the footage is broadcast."
Xu Shulou was in a dilemma: "What if I accidentally raise the industry standard and make other directors expect actors to throw a roof over their heads? Wouldn't that be a sin?"
"..." The cameraman opened his mouth, not sure if their heroine was too narcissistic or too modest, "Then... can we post the Tarzan scene?"
"Huh? What Tarzan?" Xu Shulou raised his eyebrows.
"No, nothing." The cameraman accidentally let the cat out of the bag and ran away, covering his face.
"..." Why are all the crew members behaving so strangely? Xu Shulou stared at the man's back with melancholy, and without any self-awareness, he classified himself as one of the few normal people.
In a corner where no one cared, Song Ping silently climbed down from the roof, preparing to go to the crew's dressing room to change out of this outfit, but ran into Sheng Wuyou on the way.
Perhaps because he was still immersed in the exciting fight scene not long ago, Song Ping subconsciously performed a standard ancient etiquette: "Miss Sheng."
Under the dim light, Sheng Wuyou responded with a salute: "Mr. Song, your fighting scene just now was amazing. It was really impressive."
This meant that he wanted to talk it out and not misunderstand his character anymore. Song Ping smiled politely and did not take the opportunity to argue more. He stepped aside to make way for her: "Young lady, please."
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The next day, when Xu Shulou woke up, it was already noon. He ran into his junior sister who was coming back with fried chicken after playing with Asteroids. So he called Song Ping and they sat together in the room eating fried chicken. Bai Roushuang held the remote control in her hand, changing channels and selecting TV programs that interested her.
"Cartoon piglet...", "Today's noon news report...", "Scholar Pei Changyu...", "TV shopping..."
"Wait," the three of them had keen hearing and caught the name just now, "Switch back to the previous channel."
Bai Roushuang also reacted and quickly pressed the remote control. She saw an archaeological program being broadcast on TV. The host was saying, "Next, we would like to invite archaeologist Professor Pei Changyu to be our guest and share his latest findings with us."
“…”
"Same name, right?" Bai Roushuang muttered, staring at the TV screen. Then the man who appeared on the screen had long hair casually draped over his head. Even though he was wearing modern clothes, his aura was unmistakable. It was their respectable and amiable master - Chang Yu Xianzun.
Watching his master talking about the Salisbury Stone Ring on TV, Song Ping almost choked on his fried chicken and quickly drank a few sips of iced milk tea to calm himself.
Xu Shulou asked his fellow apprentices, "Has Master been staying in the mortal world in recent years?"
"I've seen him before in the mortal world, and we made a bet at that time," Song Ping said with difficulty, "By the way, Senior Sister, have you heard of the Salisbury Stonehenge?"
Xu Shulou nodded, took out a small brush from the Qiankun bracelet, and evenly spread a layer of yogurt sauce on the fried chicken wings in his hand.
"At that time, I made a bet with my master. He thought that the Stonehenge was the work of aliens, while I thought it was the masterpiece of ancient immortal cultivators," Song Ping smiled bitterly, "and then he went to Salisbury Plain to do research."
"When did it happen?" Xu Shulou asked again.
"Ten years ago," Song Ping stared blankly at the TV, "You said, he wouldn't always be there..."
"What's your bet?"
Song Ping touched his chin and said, "If he wins, I will help him find a special roast chicken recipe from an alien planet. I thought he was joking."
"...Then he is very likely to have been researching," Xu Shulou nodded, "He never jokes about roast chicken."
"..." Song Ping was worried, "Where can I find him an alien roast chicken?"
Bai Roushuang held her phone and searched for a while. She actually found several papers signed by Pei Changyu, all of which were related to the Salisbury Stone Ring. "Master has become a professor. I always feel that the profession of teaching and educating people has nothing to do with him."
Song Ping laughed: "Didn't he teach all of us?"
Bai Roushuang shrugged and said, "Let's go visit him at the school where he is a professor some other day."
While they were chatting, someone knocked on the door.
Following Xu Shulou's "Come in", the director walked in, glanced at the fried chicken box on the table, and looked at Xu Shulou with concern: "Why don't you take a rest for a while?"
"Rest for what?"
"…you just fell off the roof last night."
"Oh, that, it's all right now," Xu Shulou looked at the director who was so frightened that his legs went limp yesterday, "I think you were more frightened than I was."
"Ahem," the director changed the subject, "Are you celebrating?"
"Celebrating what?"
"You don't know yet?" The director gestured excitedly, "'The Immortal Journey' has only aired ten episodes, and the ratings have broken the TV station's record this year. How is it? Are you free? It just so happens that the filming task this week has been completed ahead of schedule, so I'll treat you to a big meal!"
Hearing that there was going to be a feast, the three good-for-nothings stood up happily.
The director glanced at the empty paper box in front of Xu Shulou and asked, "Can you still eat more?"
“Fried chicken isn’t a staple food.”
"...Okay, I'll call the others and we'll meet at the west parking lot in half an hour."
Half an hour later, Xu Shulou and his companions went to the parking lot and saw the director standing in the shade of a tree. Several minibuses were parked nearby. “Want to drive?”
"Well," the director glanced at her, "Don't think I don't know. You and your men have raided all the shops near the film and television city. The staff have all become so envious of you that their faces have turned red. Today, I'll invite you to the city center to eat something new."
“…”
Although it was a last-minute invitation, the crew was quite complete. The film and television city was located in the suburbs, and Xu Shulou had not yet carefully appreciated the city, so everything seemed new to him.
Soon, the minibus drove onto the highway. She sat by the window and watched the bustling city with its constant flow of traffic. She had seen the scenery of the mortal world for too many years, from pavilions and towers to steel-framed skyscrapers, from dance halls and singing stages to the TV screens broadcasting from afar.
Every time she came across a city, she would think of what the city looked like hundreds of years ago, the bustling crowds, the singing on the streets, the sounds of phoenix flutes, the colorful boats and the thousands of lights in the night markets, the lantern towers in the temples and the green flags selling wine, the spring breeze in the city and the rosy faces and red sleeves.
The car window was opened a crack, and the summer wind blew in, bringing with it a hint of heat.
Bai Roushuang suddenly said "Huh" and motioned for everyone to go and see: "Is there something wrong with the black car coming towards us on the opposite lane?"
Everyone looked up when they heard the sound. The car was driving crookedly. Other cars in the same lane had already noticed something was wrong and were trying to avoid it. One car almost hit the guardrail on one side when it made an emergency avoidance.
Song Ping focused his eyes and quickly discovered the problem with his cultivator's vision: "The driver closed his eyes and pressed his hands on the steering wheel without moving.
He appears to have lost consciousness.”
Everyone in the minibus screamed in surprise. This was on the highway, and looking at the speed the driver was going, if he didn't wake up in time, the car would be destroyed and everyone would die. There was a high probability that other passing vehicles that didn't have time to dodge would also be affected.
Someone took out his cell phone and hurriedly called the police. Song Ping stared at the car and frowned: "Junior sister, I'll try to stop the car first... Wait, where's Senior Sister?"
Xu Shulou, who had just been quietly enjoying the scenery, had disappeared from his seat at some point.
Bai Roushuang blinked innocently and pointed at the roof of the car.
Before Song Ping had time to stick his head out to look, the two cars were driving towards each other. When they passed each other, something on the roof floated past as lightly as a leaf.
"What is that?" Everyone on the minibus exclaimed.
Song Ping smiled bitterly. Apart from his reliable senior sister, he could not think of anyone else who could help him with this matter.
Xu Shulou was already standing steadily on the black car. He leaned forward slightly and half-knelt, with one hand on the roof.
Everyone in the minivan was stunned. How dare you do this? It seems that you are too conservative when you usually just perform Tarzan or something like that in the crew.
Everyone was pressed against the glass windows, holding their breath, afraid that they would miss any exciting scene if they blinked.
The director covered his face in fear. Bai Roushuang leaned over the window and shouted, "Senior sister, go through the window, don't lift the roof!"
What kind of reminder is this? This car has no sunroof. How else can Xu Shulou open it? Open the entire roof? Everyone in the crew immediately focused their attention on Bai Roushuang, expressing silent doubts.
Bai Roushuang noticed everyone's gaze and turned back with a smile: "Lifting the roof of a car seems a bit exaggerated in modern society, right?"
"..."Everyone felt that every word in this sentence was a flaw, and they didn't know where to start complaining.
But Bai Roushuang really understood her senior sister. Upon hearing what Xu Shulou said, who had his right hand on the roof of the car, changed his action, clenched his fist and punched the passenger window. As the glass shattered, she nimbly got into the car through the window.
Everyone held their breath unconsciously. After all, they were on the highway and the minibus driver could not stop at will. Everyone could only twist their necks like sunflowers. When they were almost twisted to pieces, they saw the car finally stop by the roadside. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Shulou touched the neck of the car owner and made a gesture to this side from a distance, probably indicating that the person was still alive.
Although they knew she probably couldn't hear them at this distance, everyone still applauded her.
The bus finally stopped at the nearest service area, and everyone urged the driver to find an exit and turn around, anxiously wanting to go back and check the situation. The driver also wanted to do so, and was anxiously abusing the navigation system, as if he could make it create a shortcut that didn't exist out of thin air.
Bai Roushuang received a message: "Senior Sister said she wants to cooperate with the record, so we don't need to wait for her, eat and drink well."
"..."Is this the point? Who would still think about eating at this time? Don't you need to explain your earth-shattering and soul-stirring skills?
"Oh, there's one more." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Shulou was indeed reliable. Look, there was still an explanation. Then Bai Roushuang continued to read, "She said, remember to pack a copy for her."
“…”
Under everyone's scorching gaze, Bai Roushuang took a sip of the orange juice in her hand as if nothing had happened: "What are we going to eat?"
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