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The small supporting roles and the action director coincidentally picked up their chopsticks to plan rice again, and chatted about some things during the period, most of the topics were about interesting things behind the scenes.

"This movie comes from comics, but the play is relatively conservative, and it doesn't even fly." Yin Ze said.

"Diao Weiya, no matter how you shoot, it's impossible to surpass Xiang Jiang's." Kenji Gugaki waved his hand and said, "And if it really flies, it will be scolded for making up random changes. In fact, the audience is also very friendly. Even if It is different from expectations, but as long as it is exciting enough to make them feel that it is worth the ticket price, it is actually very satisfying."

"I have another question. Although I temporarily changed the scene and added some action scenes, the lead actor doesn't know about it yet, right? How will they cooperate in the future?" Yin Ze asked.

"Haha, I've thought of this too, don't worry, that scene was already arranged, I just changed yours, he started training before filming, just added a few chopping and stabbing movements, soon can get started.”

Kenji Gugaki said relaxedly that in just a short chat, he felt that the young man was interesting, and felt that the distance had been shortened a lot, so he was more willing to encourage him.

"With this amount of work, it will be over soon. You might as well think about the shots before you die. I think the director seems to have a new idea and is willing to give you one or two close-ups. This is a good opportunity. You must Hold on to it."

"Since that's the case, I will go all out..." Yin Ze said solemnly.He's already doing calculations in the background, trying to come up with a set of facial expression motion maps suitable for the project.

In the state of overclocking, the control of the body is improved, and the same is true for the previous action scene imitation.

And to deal with difficult women in the workplace, men often use this trick to make their facial smiles softer and more like a spring breeze. Now is the time to push this trick to the highest level!

Theoretically speaking, if the facial muscles can be mobilized, any expression and facial makeup can be combined.

In the past, men thought it was useless, but they would definitely stand out by having a funny face contest after the reception.

but now--

Jie Jie, unexpectedly, the springboard to become a special photo hero came so soon.

The knowledge of facial bones and muscles that I learned through fine art, and the vast film and television dramas I watched because I relaxed and fished, all turned into my food. With this evil method, I refined my false acting skills, and finally helped me become light. !

"Hehehe..." While thinking about the scene of being surrounded by thousands of children cheering, the man showed a sinister smile that his trick was about to succeed.The appearance of tearing off the chicken thigh meat also seemed to be biting the bone and sucking the marrow.

Kenji Gugaki was a little thoughtful.

Sure enough, it is the character of a young man. Judging by the deep appearance of this city, he is grasping the hard-won opportunity and wants to soar into the sky.

Alas, the desire is too huge. For people in the entertainment industry who are very close to fame and fortune, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

The two lunch boxes were eaten clean, and the supporting actors and action directors returned to the team.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the crew set up the lamps. At the same time, the old buddies who had discussed before were also eager to try and brew their emotions, except that they occasionally glanced at the small supporting role God of Gamblers with a little bit of resentment.

That is also a matter of course, after all, I lost a chicken leg.

"I heard that you have practiced well?" Otomo Keishi came.

"That's great, it can even be said to be exactly the same as the teaching of the movement director." Yin Ze said reservedly.

"Yeah, I've maintained my image very well, very good." Otomo Keishi smiled, like a thrifty housewife inspecting the meat, fat and live poultry at the entrance of the vegetable market, and then looked at the young warrior, "Go, start again. After you touch up your makeup, you can come and go for a few auditions, and then the official shooting."

The crew began to work busy.

Yin Ze finally saw Ba Dao Zhai who beheaded him.

A young and energetic boy with a clean face came over, his words and deeds were very humble, and his tone was kind.

"Hi, I'm Satoma, please give me your advice."

"Hello! I'm Qingli Liangliang, please give me your advice!" Yin Ze came forward to greet and shake hands with his eyes shining.The opponent is worthy of being the former Kamen Rider, and his image is indeed excellent.Then he can't show weakness even more.

"Oh, hello, hello." Satoma held that enthusiastic hand.

"Although there are still many things I want to ask, but now is working time, let's have a conversation with swords in our hands!" Yin Ze's words were sonorous and powerful.

"...Is it a dress rehearsal, of course." Satoma felt a great resilience from the person in front of him, and he had to cheer up in advance and get into the state.

Seeing this, the elder sister of the make-up artist felt a lot of emotions in her heart. She felt that she was too greedy, and she didn't even know who to support. It was a heinous crime.

Chapter 130 Seven

In the first year of Yuanzhi, Kyoto.late at night.

Different from the silence at night, the weeping cherry blossoms are like pink fireworks blooming in the silence, flying a long trajectory in the silent breeze.The broken petals swirled and fell, and under the quiet gaze of the orange paper lanterns and candles, they wandered in every inch of the streets and alleys with the fine water between the paths.

The drizzle, the murmur of the water, and the blooming cherry blossoms at night.

A group of people walked through the deserted long street.

The leader walked steadily, his figure was thin but straight, and his left hand was consciously pressing the saber at his waist.

He also carried a paper lantern.The twilight dispelled the darkness in front of him, illuminated the calm puddle, and also illuminated his white and clean gray hakama.

The thin light extended along the wide sleeves and belt, and finally reflected the half of the face.The faint light drew gentle and fuzzy lines on his profile obediently, and the pair of lowered eyes were faint, as if hiding poems and wine, elegance and alienation coexisted.

A petal of night cherry fell silently on the young warrior's shoulder, as if he wanted to talk to him and say something secret.

But the man had no intention of stopping, and the petals fell behind him.

"It's getting late, let's hurry up." The young warrior said modestly.His voice is like those raindrops on the corner of the eaves, small but clear, beautiful and natural.

"I heard, Kiyosato." In the middle of the line, the elderly man suddenly smiled and said, "Isn't your wedding next month?"

"Yes..." The young warrior nodded.

"It's a blessing to marry that childhood sweetheart." The old man was a little relieved.

"Thank you very much, but I also feel a little sorry."

The young samurai turned his head slightly, and a smile called happiness appeared on his pale cheeks, slightly diluting the coldness in the light rainy night wind.

"Now that the world is in turmoil, it's time to do our best, but I still think about my children's personal relationship."

"What is this saying? No matter how the world is, what's wrong with a person wanting to be happy?" The old man chuckled, "Then I wish you a happy life in advance, and work hard in the future."

"Yes, very grateful."

The young samurai nodded, turned his head and continued to open the way.But the smile on that slender and handsome face didn't fade away.

In the darkness, he noticed the camellias beside the road.

In his hometown, when he, when Qingli Mingliang occasionally woke up from a deep sleep, he would smell the unknown fragrance of flowers in the small room.

Her childhood sweetheart would sometimes pick something home from the mountains, a few bunches of citrus fruit, a few clusters of autumn leaves, a few branches of budding camellia... She also loves to take care of the small flower garden, especially in the flowering season. I can't get away from it.

The wind is cut and the sun is dyed, and a hundred flowers are dying.

That narrow, inconspicuous little place is the whole reason for the man to hold the sword.

In fact, she is more beautiful than flowers.

When you go back, what kind of gifts should you bring?

There seems to be that floral fragrance tonight—and where does it come from, is it from where I came from?

After only a few seconds of trance, Qingsato Mingliang came back to his senses and took a few steps, then raised his eyes, his warm expression turned into a chill, and he suddenly pressed his saber tightly.

An inconspicuous figure was standing at the corner ahead.

The light from the paper lanterns cannot reach there, only thick shadows can be seen.

"Who is it?" Kiyosato Mingliang asked forward.

"Your Excellency is the governor of the capital, Shigekura Juhei-sama." The strange and slender figure walked over on his own, asking without emotion.

"Who the hell is it? Please report your name—!" Many warriors in the team stood in front of the old man vigilantly.

"Now... I will execute Tianzhu." The assassin said indifferently, accelerated abruptly, and even rushed directly towards the entire team. His speed was extremely fast, and his murderous aura was like a rainstorm covering his face!

"You bastard, are you a master of drawing swords!" The old man sternly reprimanded.

The executioner made no response and offered no explanation.He rushed in front of the crowd and pulled out the long knife with all his strength, the paper lantern was extinguished instantly, the only warmth disappeared, and in the blackness that was re-wrapped, only the light of the knife and the rain of blood were seen.

The strong warrior who was the first to fight had no time to react, and his chest was sliced ​​open by the lightning-like cassock, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"The lackey of Chief Sa! Suffer it to death!"

The warriors roared to meet them.Among them there is no lack of masters of various genres who are good at swordsmanship, but the movements of the black-clothed executioner are like ghosts, and the sharp long knife easily breaks through the defense line of everyone, or cuts the throat, or pierces the heart, as cold and ruthless as frozen snow. Lie harvested fresh lives one after another, and scalding hot blood immediately spread all over the ground.

Kiyosato Mingliang quickly pushed the old man to the back, drew the knife without hesitation, and caught the executioner's blade that was stained with scarlet in an instant.

The long knives of the two slashed together with great force, and even sparks like stars burst out.

The black assassin has a deadpan face with captivating eyes, while the white samurai has angry eyes and tight lips.

The eyes of the two sides met for a moment across the sharp blade.

"You murderer, do you really think you can change the world with just a sword?!" Qingli Mingliang frowned and asked loudly.

The executioner's stiff facial muscles moved imperceptibly, but he still remained silent. The knife in his hand pulled away as if alive, and then slashed again. Like a bloodthirsty Shura.

The two fought at a very close distance, and during those lightning-fast confrontations, the young warrior felt the cold hand of the god of death touching his heart.

Qingsato Mingliang could barely block the continuous slashing, but the next moment, the executioner, who was obviously from the advanced school, had completely grasped the disadvantages of his ordinary family-inherited swordsmanship.

The following knife got stuck in the dead corner of the defense, and it was too late to rescue, it penetrated the young warrior's soft abdomen without any hindrance, cut open the internal organs, and then came out through the body!

Victory and defeat.

The executioner didn't think much, he had locked the position of the last person, and he just waited for the knife to leave and wipe out the group of people.

But when he was about to pull it out, he realized that the long knife piercing through the enemy's abdomen was completely motionless.

The executioner quickly looked back and found that the young samurai was struggling to grasp the weapon with his left hand, while his right hand was already raised to cut it off.

And the old man Chuai, who was the main target, didn't take advantage of the death or injury of his subordinates to escape, but seized this opportunity and swung his knife vigorously to kill them.

The executioner kicked hard on the wounded abdomen of the young samurai. Under the severe pain and kick, the young samurai staggered back and fell on his back.The long knife also drew blood smoothly, and almost cut off the young warrior's finger.

The executioner completed the next knife frame in the blink of an eye, and before the old man's blade touched it, he charged his strength and pierced the old man's neck with the knife, killing him with one blow.

The drizzle continued continuously, smearing the dark red all over the place, scarlet smell permeated the air, and the fragrance of flowers couldn't cover up the intensity.

ended.

Silently looking at the lifeless corpses all over the place, the executioner took out the anti-rape certificate which was stained red by the enemy's blood from his arms, threw it on the ground casually, turned around and prepared to leave.

But he paused the steps he had just taken, turned around again, and then showed a surprised look.

The young warrior struggled to get up, knelt down on the ground, clutching his bleeding abdomen, raised his head with difficulty, through the thin rain curtain, he was trying his best to watch the unharmed and strong assassin standing on the spot.

That was already a fatal injury, but still insisting on getting up is already commendable willpower and tenacity.

The executioner was silent for a while, raised the knife again, and walked towards the dying warrior, as if wanting to help him escape quickly.

The mortally wounded young samurai just panted vigorously without moving.

But at the moment of approaching, Qingli Mingliang, whose face was as pale as paper, suddenly opened his eyes and moved suddenly. He turned over and grabbed the spare knife that his dead companion had pinned to his waist. , Completed a standard sitting and drawing knife technique in the flash of the wind!

Instead of waiting for death to come from stillness, the man chose to fight back with the last strength in his stumped body.

His reluctance, his anger, his hatred, the promises he made to others in the past... all turned into this knife.The path of the knife cut through the air, and even cut through the rain curtain. The Taidao made a trembling and buzzing sound like a human roaring, showing a sad arc in the endless night, like the moonlight passing away in the blink of an eye!

The executioner stomped heavily on the ground, crushing the puddles, and also slashed.

The two sides passed each other——

Ba Dao Zhai felt a burning pain on his cheek, and a beautiful and deadly line of blood burst from behind him and from the man's neck in an instant.

The knife carrying all the will of Kiyosato Akiyoshi fell from his hand, making a crisp clang.He wanted to stand up again, but after staggering, he could only lean helplessly against the wall beside the path, and gradually slid down and sat on the ground.

Shocking bloodstains were left on the white walls, which were washed by the drizzle and covered with ferocious cloth, like manjusawa in full bloom.

A collection of plain white clothes and sleeves stained red with blood.

The weeping cherry tree was still shedding its petals, swirling gently on the shoulders of the young warrior.

The man leaned his head against the wall lightly, lowered his eyelids, and breathed lightly, like a innocent teenager who couldn't resist sleepiness.

He tried hard to open his eyes, others could still see the Haruyuki and Twilight hidden in them, after that, the eye sockets gradually turned red.The throat that was gushing blood barely trembled, but the pleasant and crisp sound was not able to come out.

It's just that the lips are moving slightly, as if calling someone's name.

'bar……'

The man looked at the camellia in the distance, as if he saw the flower garden in his hometown, and saw the lover surrounded by spring.

He finally let go of his hand covering the wound, and quietly closed his eyes tiredly.

Like falling asleep.

Only tears flowed down the colorless and graceful face, mixed with the rain, and fell into the blood flow below him.

……

Otomo Keishi stood in front of the camera, hunched like a shrimp, staring closely at the close-up.

The crew maintained absolute order and silence during filming, but he seemed to be hallucinating at this time, and vaguely heard a lament that did not exist.That was too beautiful, a picturesque farewell, not so much death and passing away, it should be the end of a book, the withering of a bunch of flowers, the end of a season.