Chapter 54: Night Filming

The opening ceremony ended.

Front-stage, back-stage, and media staff all transferred to the hotel.

After a short rest, the opening banquet followed.

No matter what circle you mix in, some things are hard to avoid until you reach a certain height; of course, if you take wine to toast someone else but don't drink it yourself, that's another matter.

In the banquet hall, there were dozens of people.

Even if your drinking capacity is good, if everyone comes to toast you, you'll be dead drunk.

After the banquet started.

Li Luo decisively took the initiative.

He toasted the main table, walked around the table of old actors, went to the news media side to toast a round, and didn't miss the familiar martial arts friends on the stunt side.

For the crew opening, Yuan Bin brought all his old team members.

Old friends meeting naturally had to greet each other; after drinking a few cups with Du Yun, Lin Can, and others, he simply got drunk.

Supported by the service staff, he walked back to his room with staggering steps.

Vomited wildly into the toilet.

And then fell asleep on the bed in a daze.

Late at night.

Feiteng Film Base, *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre* set.

Li Luo avoided the field staff carrying lighting equipment, played with the pig iron judge brush in his hand, and walked behind the monitor.

"That scene just now was good."

Lai Shuiqing took a big puff of smoke and waved his hand to signal: "Take a break."

"Thank you, Director."

The judge brush, painted black with wood, turned flexibly in Li Luo's hand; he looked at the monitor with focus.

A scene was being filmed in full swing.

After the opening ceremony, the crew officially entered an operational state; he found that the working style of the new crew was completely different from the previous one, which was a brand-new experience for Li Luo.

Zhang Jizhong would polish slowly, sometimes the natural climate conditions weren't ideal.

He would rather stop the crew.

Than film the scene he wanted.

While Lai Shuiqing belonged to the Hong Kong and Taiwan style of being in a hurry; if they couldn't film during the day, they would film at night, making the crew work continuously; anyway, the progress must not be delayed.

Eight hours a day was considered a holiday; ten-plus hours was the norm.

"Actors in position."

"Wire ready."

"Action."

Several burly men pulled the wire together, and Guo Feili spun and flew up, kicking off the table.

Landing cleanly on the roof.

"Good."

Lai Shuiqing grabbed the megaphone and shouted loudly: "Feili, don't move yet; we'll film the close-up shot immediately."

Under the starry sky.

Guo Feili, standing on the roof, made an OK gesture.

Under normal circumstances, when a crew films, they need to stick to the scene layout and not film according to the timeline in the drama, so as to save costs.

But Jia Jingwen needed to go promote *The Prince of Han*.

And Guo Feili's availability was also limited, so they could only concentrate on filming the first few episodes where she had scenes.

What they were filming now was exactly the scene where Zhang Cuishan came to the Longmen Escort Agency, trying to investigate the mystery of Yu Daiyan's poisoning, but got into a fight with two monks from Shaolin Temple, and was saved by Yin Susu.

Filming continued quickly.

After Guo Feili made a few surprised expressions, she made a gesture with her arm.

Another take was completed in just a few minutes.

During post-production, they would add special effects of silver needles flying out of her sleeves.

Thereby blinding the eyes of an old monk from the Shaolin sect.

To relieve Zhang Cuishan.

The wire was pulled again, and Guo Feili, wearing a red dress, descended slowly from the roof.

Current actors, regardless of whether they were professionally trained, basically put in some hard work; they looked decent when hanging on wires, and there were very few of those extremely eye-stinging light-gong or flying postures that appeared later.

"Come on."

Du Yun yawned and patted Li Luo's shoulder: "Walk the position again; be careful, don't hurt me."

Li Luo shook his head and smiled, turning the judge brush as he walked forward.

The Rotten Silver Tiger Head Hook could be compared according to the sword technique; anyway, the audience couldn't see any clues, but the pig iron judge brush was different; it had to be used according to the moves designed by Yuan Bin.

In order to use it skillfully, he had been playing with this twenty-centimeter-long judge brush whenever he had time these past few days.

"Feili."

Looking at Yin Susu in red coming toward him, he greeted with a smile:

"That wire move just now was good."

"Thanks."

Guo Feili moved her arm and smiled sweetly at Li Luo: "It's your turn next."

After working together for a few days, everyone became familiar.

They had been filming literary scenes all along.

Li Luo not only memorized the lines thoroughly but also displayed Zhang Cuishan's scholarly spirit vividly, which made Guo Feili, who was originally a bit worried, find the acting very enjoyable.

Now it was his first martial arts scene.

She was very curious about how Li Luo would perform; after all, this Zhang Cuishan wearing a white robe had a bit of a weak scholarly air.

He didn't look like he could fight.

While Guo Feili was full of curiosity, Li Luo followed Du Yun into the mourning hall set of the Longmen Escort Agency.

The night wind was desolate.

White banners were hung everywhere.

The table in the innermost part was filled with memorial tablets, and a large white cloth hung on the wall.

The word "Dian" (mourning) fluttered in the wind.

Smoke drifted in the air, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

However, seeing the staff hiding cautiously in the corner, and a few actors wearing monk robes and holding staffs, that feeling vanished quickly.

Looking at those two bald heads, Li Luo's emotions fluctuated.

Recalling those times with the little nun, it's a pity that things are different now.

That pretty little Yilin.

Could no longer be contacted.

"Coming just in time." Yuan Bin was also in the mourning hall; he signaled Li Luo to go to the corresponding position.

"A-Can, you poke him with the staff first."

"Li Luo, take a step back to the left."

Lin Can, wearing a monk's robe, nodded and poked the staff forward in slow motion; Li Luo moved his feet flexibly, avoiding the first attack.

"A-Yun, sweep your leg here."

"Jump up, Li Luo."

"The three of you turn together, switching positions with each other."

"Use the judge brush first."

Yuan Bin's words didn't stop; he took the brush from Li Luo's hand and then signaled the old actor wearing a monk's robe on the side to step forward: "Here, take a close-up shot; the tip of the brush sweeps across his eyes."

"Then retreat, retreat outside the courtyard."

Li Luo and the stuntmen compared notes while walking to the small courtyard.

Under Yuan Bin's continuous demonstration.

They repeated the moves over and over again.

The two old actors playing the Shaolin monks also listened nervously on the side, remembering when they should appear and what posture they should strike; they absolutely couldn't fight if they really went on stage.

But they still had to show their faces from time to time, otherwise, it would look too fake.

Acting is like this.

Literary scenes are a bit better; martial arts scenes must be rehearsed repeatedly and use stunt doubles constantly.

After all, actors who can fight are in the minority.

"Worthy of being the Yuan team."

After walking the position twice, Li Luo praised Yuan Bin highly.

Based on his own understanding.

This fight would definitely look good.

Unlike the original Su version, which looked lively, but if you looked closely, you would find it was all spinning, jumping, plus crazy switching of shots, cutting until the audience was dizzy.

Thereby creating an intense scene.

"No need for you to say that."

Yuan Bin's expression was very proud.

After the photography and lighting were all in place, he took over the on-site control without hesitation.

Under the gaze of everyone, he grabbed the megaphone and shouted:

"Action."

As soon as the opening sound rang out.

Avoiding the whistling staff, Li Luo gracefully pulled the judge brush from the package.

"Ha~"

Du Yun bent down and performed a sweeping leg, sweeping up the powder sprinkled on the ground in advance; the move looked exceptionally fierce.

Li Luo jumped up, easily avoiding this wave of attacks.

But he didn't have time to land.

The wooden staff smashed toward him with a gust of wind.

Realizing the rhythm was wrong, Lin Can quickly retracted his force, but still knocked Li Luo, who was suspended in mid-air, over.

"Boom~"

This hit landed solidly.

Scaring Guo Feili and many staff members into standing up hurriedly, looking at Li Luo nervously, as if they would hear him cursing the next moment.

She hadn't experienced this kind of thing before.

If a stuntman accidentally hits the lead, they would definitely be scolded bloody.

"Cut!"

Yuan Bin raised the megaphone as if he were used to it: "Remember the position, do it again."

He knew Li Luo had martial arts skills, so he didn't need to worry too much, and he also knew this guy liked to fight on his own and rarely used stunt doubles, not an actor who would cry and scream at the slightest bump.

This was also the reason why he appreciated the other party so much.

Before Lin Can could reach out his hand.

Li Luo performed a carp jump and stood up cleanly.

"No problem."

Fist-bumping, he and Lin Can smiled at each other, as if they had returned to the time of filming *Laughing in the Wind*.

Filming a martial arts scene, a few bumps are nothing.

That bright smile and positive attitude made Guo Feili full of appreciation, and she sat back in her chair.

Lai Shuiqing also nodded with satisfaction.

Smoking a cigarette calmly.

"Action."

"Do it again."

"Very good."

"Use some strength, didn't you eat???"

Amidst Yuan Bin's roars, the crew finished the day's filming. ===== CHAPTER 55 =====