You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 157 Zhou Yang's practice?

Place.

  In an old-fashioned abandoned stage one kilometer away from Kowloon Hill Church on Hong Kong Island.

time.

   August 15, 8pm.

figure.

   A group of dragon and tiger warriors in white lotus clothes, and a group of extras who stood outside the stage and were pulled over inexplicably and didn’t know what to film, let alone what the crew was going to do next.

certainly…

   There are also Zhou Yang and others with a confused look.

   "I want a feeling, you know? I want a very cool, holy, and awe-inspiring feeling, as if you're a god, saving the world, you know what I mean?"

  The neurotic director Huang Jiacheng was smoking a cigarette, silently speaking to Zhou Yang, and the results he wanted the movie to show.

  “…”

   Zhou Yang shook his head, staring at the flaming flames on the stage, and the array of knives radiating cold light on the side.

   His mind went blank.

"I know you don't understand, so let me play a tune for you. You listen to the tune and imagine that feeling..." After seeing Zhou Yang shaking his head, Huang Jiacheng was not in a hurry, but made people wonder where to move it. An old-fashioned record player came, and play was pressed.

Zhou Yang heard the sound of thunder and roaring, as well as the sound of fighting in the wind and rain. After the sound of fighting, the singing began, but the singing was full of sorrow, and it was mixed with a strange and quiet voice that seemed to be from the underworld. The whispers came from the middle, and there were bursts of chills in the ethereal spirit, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel chills down his spine, very much like the singer of the horror music "The Death of a Concubine" that he had heard before...

The    was especially paired with the faint blue firelight, and the dragon and tiger warriors in white robes, Zhou Yang had goosebumps unconsciously.

   But Huang Jiacheng was completely addicted to it, bending his fingers on the cover of the record player over and over again...

   When the song was over, Huang Jiacheng looked at Zhou Yang.

   "That's what it feels like, the world is unfair, there are ghosts and ghosts, the collision between the new era and the old era, Jiugong Zhenren, it is in this kind of occasion..." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder and analyzed it seriously.

"I just feel cold all over my body... I feel like I'm in the underworld." Zhou Yang was silent for a long time, only to feel more and more confused. At the same time, the chill was getting worse, especially when he saw the dark part of the old-fashioned stage, he always felt that there was a pair of Eyes are staring at himself.

   Then, inadvertently, his eyes were fixed on the ferocious **** statue not far away, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the **** statue looked like an evil ghost.

   "Religion itself is the more mysterious the better. It feels good that you can photograph the underworld, why don't you try it first?"

"it is good!"

   "By the way, we actually have an audience..."

   "What audience?"

   "Those extras are the audience. You need to use your performance to startle the jaws of these extras, and then make them kneel and kowtow..."

   "How do I do the action? Is there a picture of the action?"

   "A movie is a very free world. You can play it how you want, and you can do whatever action map you want, just like those people in the academic school..."

   "How do I go up to the mountain of swords?"

   "Dang Weiya..."

   "What should I do when I go up?"

   "The more mysterious the better. By the way, have you seen the scene of an epileptic seizure? I want you to act out that feeling."

   "I had a seizure while hanging Weiya, and then started performing?"

   "Smart, but you can't really have epilepsy, you have to do some actions, such as sacrificial actions... At the same time, you have to read lines in it. By the way, can you understand what I said?"

   "Probably understand, but I have to think about it..."

   "Okay, I'll take a close-up of Bai Lianjiao's other younger brothers first. You can think about it first, and when it's your turn, I'll call you again." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, then glanced at the others.

"it is good!"

   Zhou Yang nodded, and in his mind the original plot of "Once Upon a Time as a Man When Self-improvement" appeared when the real Jiugong appeared.

   In my impression, it seems very mysterious, but if I really think about it seriously, I suddenly find that I only remember a few wonderful somersaults and that invulnerable scene.

Zhou Yang forgot about other specific things, and he didn't even remember much of the lines. The script he wrote was roughly "white lotus descends to earth, all the people turn over", and "the lifeless mother sits down the eldest disciple Jiugong Zhenren" and so on. It was all added by Huang Jiacheng himself.

   After more than ten minutes, the lights shone on the stage.

  Huang Jiacheng stayed in front of the camera, watching the dragon and tiger warriors and the group performers, threw the smoke into the stove, and made a gesture to the two burly young men on the altar.

  The roaring flames were burned very vigorously, full of scorching temperature, and even from a distance, I felt my face scalded...

   "The white lotus descends to earth, and the people turn over!"

   "Congratulations to Master Nantianmen, Master Jiugong!"

   A group of dragon and tiger warriors dressed in white shouted in unison at Huang Jiacheng's instruction.

   "Left Qinglong, Right White Tiger!"

   Along with the loud shouts, the two burly young men on the high altar took a deep breath. After looking at the stove, they gritted their teeth, and then the voice almost roared out.

   After Huang Jiacheng's gesture fell, the two young men jumped for a run, and then turned a somersault from the altar.

   "The birthless mother bestows fragrance!"

   "God is possessed, the world is invincible!"

   After making a few moves, he swung his hand, and then, as if by magic, two bundles of incense appeared out of thin air, and they punched around the stove!

   "Tiger Fist" and "Dragon Fist" fought fiercely beside the stove.

After   , the incense that had not been lit miraculously ignited, and then they fiercely inserted the incense into their chests.

   in the firelight.

   Zhou Yang's throat trembled when he saw it, these two people really enjoyed it!

  I didn't swallow it, but I chewed it in my throat, and made movements while chewing...

   Zhou Yang was stunned.

  Can't help but want to applaud...

   But didn't expect it.

"The movements have to be revised again, Ma Gang, what's the matter with you, let you do a decent job, who made you move half a beat slower? It's not somersaults like this, it's somersaults like that...and Lin Feng, what did I do with you before? Say, I want that superstitious feeling, you didn't shock me, what I want is not to be popular, but to make you soar... Do you understand this feeling?"

   Huang Jiacheng scolded the two of them with his head and face covered.

   And this end—

   "What are we going to play?"

   "I don't know... I think I'm going to see a show when I go in..."

"real or fake?"

"real…"

   "Wonderful, you did some somersaults over there, are you doing magic?"

"Seems to be!"

   "Hey, just get closer..."

Outside the stage, the extra actors whispered, you look at me, I look at you, but I didn't understand the situation at all, only to see the two of them turning somersaults on the altar for three hours in a row, from eight o'clock to ten in a row. At one point, after both of them collapsed on the ground, they didn't seem to stop.

  …………

   Zhou Yang was not nervous at all.

  However, after being rectified by those two unlucky buddies, I suddenly became nervous.

  The neurotic director Huang Jiacheng was very dissatisfied with the somersaults of the two buddies, and has been trying to use various adjectives to make the two buddies understand what they want to shoot.

The two buddies couldn't understand, they just turned somersaults over and over again. Once they turned their heads down, they almost twisted their necks. Of course, this is secondary. He had to rinse his mouth once, and one of them seemed to be numb.

From Zhou Yang's spectator's point of view, there is really nothing wrong with it. The momentum and atmosphere are quite strong in all aspects. Recalling the two characters in the movie in his original world, it seems that there is not much difference, no, It's more ruthless than the original world.

   Zhou Yang once suspected that these two buddies had offended Huang Jiacheng, and Huang Jiacheng came to rectify them specially.

"Forget it!"

   "That's it, you guys rest first, Xiao Zhou's scene will be filmed first, and it will be cut later..."

   "Wiya ready?"

"Prepare!"

   "Xiao Zhou, you go up and get used to it first, and then you will step on the mountain of knives. Don't worry, we will strictly control it. We will only bring you up, so you won't really get knives. These knives are also fake..."

  “…”

   Zhou Yang was wearing clothes and a hat, and then walked up to the altar step by step and sat behind the very hideous statue.

The sense of coldness was extremely strong. Suddenly, his mind went blank, and he didn't even know how to take pictures. Then he took a yellow talisman paper, took a deep breath, and then looked at the knives again. , the more he looked, the more he felt that these knives didn't look fake.

   He took a deep breath to stop himself from thinking about those messes.

   He closed his eyes, recalling various movie scenes in his mind.

   When his heart finally calmed down, he opened his eyes.

   "Can you?" Huang Jiacheng asked.

"Can!"

   "Okay! Let's start..."

   "Well! No, wait, can you let me think about it again?" Zhou Yang shook his head, as if thinking of something.

"it is good."

   "Can I think on the altar?"

   "Yes, you can do whatever you want!" Huang Jiacheng pushed his glasses and nodded to Zhou Yang.

  “…”

   Zhou Yang closed his eyes.

   Sitting with his legs crossed, he recalled his own character in his mind, recalling similar characters he had seen in the original world, he thought about it over and over again.

   thought of Jiugong Zhenren's practice scene, and then suddenly thought of the scene where a singer named Hua *yu in the world suddenly had an epilepsy and made a strange cry at a concert, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

   That feeling is coming!

   He wanted to try to blend the two characters together!

"Come!"

   "Okay?"

   "That's it!"

"it is good!"

  When the light hit Zhou Yang's side and the camera slowly moved down...

   Huang Jiacheng made a gesture.

  With the trembling of his gesture, Zhou Yang suddenly took out a yellow talisman paper and read it out in a very excited voice.

   "The lifeless old mother sat down in the Nine Palaces and set up an altar in Chaotian Temple to show the power of my magical powers and develop the power of my teachings!"

   Huang Jiacheng, who was originally smoking a cigarette and was looking at the camera, opened his mouth when he saw Zhou Yang suddenly shouting, his whole body trembled in a weird way.

   Then…

   He saw that Zhou Yang seemed to be possessed by something, and twisted his body strangely!

   (end of this chapter)