The bard wanders into the entertainment circle

Chapter 289 Hanging Silk Flying Sword, Water Sleeve Rolling Sword

Zhang Jianmin waved his hand and said excitedly: "I can see that it's nothing, but it's truly remarkable that you can make such a performance.

The mistakes you made just now were all when you were performing some extremely difficult movements.

It's hard to believe that this is just what you have done in half a year.

Such a difficult movement, with such a degree of completion, is enough to be called 'everyone'. "

As a choreographer and professor of choreography, Zhang Jianmin, who is especially good at classical dance choreography, is most aware of the difficulty of Chen Shuo's performance just now.

At first, after hearing Zhang Yimou's whimsical ideas, he couldn't help feeling amazed.

I imagined that if I could really shoot a piece of Shuixiu Drumming, it would definitely shock the world of Chinese classical dance.

But after marveling, he also understood how difficult it is to achieve this level.

Sure enough, many people were unable to achieve this level.

However, he didn't expect that at this moment, he really saw this kind of water sleeve drumming that existed in his imagination in a boy.

I couldn't help being excited.

When Chen Shuo heard the words, he immediately sat upright, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhang has broken me.

I'm just doing professional assault training, it's a coincidence.

If it is worse than the real dance level, it is definitely not as good as those dancers who have practiced since childhood.

How dare you call them 'everyone'? "

After Zhang Jianmin heard it, he also felt that although what he said just now was the truth, it might not be a good thing for a young man to say it.

But he didn't want to deny it, so he shook his head and sighed.

Then he changed the subject and said: "I saw that you rolled up the drum stand with your water sleeves for the last time. It shouldn't be just to pull the drum down, right?"

"Indeed." Chen Shuo nodded and said, "When I was performing to the end just now, I always felt that there must be some murderous intentions hidden under such a beautiful performance, so it was worthy of the combination of water sleeves and drums.

When the drumbeat ends, it should be the time of the battle.

So on impulse, I wanted to roll up the drum with my water sleeve and smash it over.

But Mr. Zhang also saw the final effect, it just made the drum stand shake a bit.

Such an idea can be achieved through special effects or wire, but it is almost impossible to achieve it with just a water sleeve. "

"This idea is very good, it's an extremely amazing idea." Zhang Yimou clapped his hands suddenly and said: "As you said just now, the combination of water sleeves and drums is a murderous intent hidden in the cotton.

When the drums are finished, a big battle will inevitably follow.

It's just that it's not good to hit it directly with a drum, it's too rude.

With the sword, the water sleeve rolled up the sword, stabbing in the air like a flying sword.

Unexpected, and caught off guard. "

While speaking, he drew a big circle with his hand, and then thrust forward fiercely.

It shows the picture of the assassination with the water-sleeve rolling sword.

Chen Shuo nodded again and again, and said: "Yes, Director Zhang's thoughts coincided with mine, because there was no sword just now, so I subconsciously went to roll the drum.

I once read a novel, which introduced a method of hanging silk flying swords.

It can use a thin transparent thread like silk to manipulate the sword to fly in the air and stab.

I think if it is possible to assassinate with the water-sleeve rolling sword, although the mystery of the hanging silk flying sword is missing, there is also a sense of romance that combines rigidity and softness. "

As he spoke, he couldn't help asking: "Does Director Zhang have a sword here?"

"Yes! Yes, yes!" Without waiting for Zhang Yimou to speak, the assistant director Chang Xiaoyang personally ran to the side and took out a prop sword.

Chen Shuo took the sword and looked at it. Although it was a plastic prop sword, the workmanship was quite realistic.

It has the texture of a real sword and the lightness of plastic.

He tied the water sleeve to the hilt of the sword and pulled it to test how much force he could use to pull the sword out of the scabbard.

After mastering the size, he said to Yu Bo: "Brother Bo, come, let's demonstrate."

"Okay." Yu Bo replied.

The two got up and came to the drum formation again. Yu Bo sat on the ground, propped himself up with one hand, and leaned on the sword with the other hand, the hilt stretched forward.

Standing in the middle of the drum formation, Chen Shuo looked at the hilt of the sword, and tested the distance and direction by flicking the water sleeve twice.

Then he retracted the sleeves and looked in Zhang Yimou's direction.

Zhang Yimou also understood, and shouted: "Get ready!"

Chen Shuo no longer looked at him, but danced a little.

"Turn on!"

The photographer who has been in charge of recording at the side also found the angle early.

"Start shooting!"

Chen Shuo danced twice, and suddenly flew out the water sleeve in his hand, wrapping it around the hilt of the sword accurately.

"Okay, stop!"

As soon as Zhang Yimou finished speaking, the water sleeve slipped off the hilt of his sword.

"Props ready!"

Seeing that Zhang Yimou regarded this attempt as filming, and there was no complete team around him, Chang Xiaoyang ran to the scene consciously, and tied his water sleeve to the hilt of his sword.

"Okay, get ready! Turn on! Start shooting!"

With the sound of clapping, Chen Shuo shook his stretched water sleeves abruptly, and with a clang, the long sword came out of its sheath.

Yu Bo had a surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't expect him to have such a method, he got up subconsciously and went to grab the sword.

Then I stretched out my hand and realized that I was one step too late, and if I grabbed it again, it would be directly on the blade of the sword.

At the same time, Chen Shuo shook his water sleeve again, and the tied long sword spun around sharply, intending to wipe it off at him.

He hastily leaned back and dodged to avoid it. He withdrew his left hand to protect the front door, and his right hand holding the scabbard slammed forward to block.

Three layers of protection in an instant to deal with this unexpected assassination.

Whether it was Chen Shuo's flying sword stabbing at Bo's body, or he using the scabbard to block the flying sword, it should be a very amazing performance.

However, it is counterproductive.

The long sword only turned half a circle before it was exhausted, and the hilt faced Yu Bo and fell to the ground.

"It's a pity!" Chen Shuo sighed inwardly as he looked at the long sword on the ground.

But he also knew that this was inevitable.

Firstly, it was the first time for him to do this kind of movement, and he was not proficient in mastering it.

Secondly, this prop sword is still too heavy, even though it is made of plastic.

But it is still a bit difficult for someone to swing the three-meter-long water sleeve and drive it to make movements.

Zhang Yimou and others couldn't help but feel a little regretful when they saw it, and everyone can imagine what an amazing performance it would be if it could be completed.

But I also understand how difficult it is to achieve the act of volley stabbing without other auxiliary means.

Just when everyone thought it was over, Chen Shuo yanked the water sleeve again, and the prop sword flew into his hand.

With a swish, there was a sword dance, and the sword thrust towards Yu Bo.

"Good time!" At this moment, Yu Bo also seemed to be possessed by Lian Chengbi, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, applauded, and turned the scabbard.

Dangdangdang, he dispelled Chen Shuo's stab with a series of blows.

Then, using the sheath as a sword, he pointed at Chen Shuo.

(End of this chapter)