The crew of "Jialan Yu" finally started setting the scene.
According to Tian Dao, he plans to restore a Jialan Temple to a 1:1 ratio on that hill, or small slope, and then build a mini version of Luoyang Ancient Street along the lake.
Some later scenes of the film have also begun to be shot simultaneously.
According to Director Tian, he planned to shoot this movie from back to front.
That is, we first photographed the deserted Luoyang in the troubled times, and then photographed Luoyang in the prosperous times.
Although he was a little worried that this guy would spend all the budget on the scenery, Hao Yun thought that he didn't have to spend money himself anyway, so he let him go.
Soon it was early October.
A month had passed unknowingly from the day he dragged his suitcase onto the Jiangnan University campus.
And what is supposed to come will eventually come, and there is no way to escape...
"Get up quickly and hand out clothes."
Hearing the shouting coming from the dormitory door, Lao Zheng, who had stayed up all night last night, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
"Clothes? What clothes?"
Putting a large pack of woven bags on the ground, Lao Zhu grinned and wiped his sweat.
"Military training clothes! What else could it be?"
Lao Zheng said with a grimace: "Can you not train me?"
Liang Ziyuan glanced at him.
"Do you think that's possible?"
Military training is an old tradition in the Xia Kingdom. As the top prestigious school in the Central Xia region, Jiang University enforces it particularly strictly.
Unless you have a bandage on your hands like Xu Xiaoruan, you can't escape even a cold or a big cold.
Hao Yun did not participate in the conversation between the three of them.
Because just now, while he was lying on the bed, he crushed the fragment of memory that he had exchanged for 25 million. The memory that rushed in like a torrent almost knocked him out, and he was stunned for a long time. Only then did he come back to his senses.
[Unlocking Memory·Novel: "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman"]
"…?"
Why did you pick up this novel
"Brother Yun, what size do you want? I have all the clothes here, so hurry up and pick them out now that there are all kinds of sizes."
Lao Zhu's voice came from under the bed, interrupting Hao Yun's thoughts.
Glancing at the bundle of woven bags on the ground, he replied casually.
"Bring me the biggest one."
Hearing the answer from **, Zhu Kening was stunned and asked: "The biggest? XXL? Are you sure?"
This size can be worn as a robe on this guy, right
"I'll bring you something in size L." Lao Zheng was quite diligent and rushed out of his bed as soon as he heard about the division.
It was also the time when I was publishing the book. It seemed that this was the only time when this guy was most active.
"It's not too hot in October anymore, it's mainly about the sun. When the time comes, you'll know why you chose a larger size."
"Hey, what you said... seems to make sense." Zheng Xueqian hesitated for a while, threw away the clothes in his hands, and took a larger one, "Then I'm XXL. Where are the shoes? Do you want a bigger size too?"
"It will always be better than one size smaller."
"Won't it get loose?"
"Don't worry, your feet will be swollen later. And usually they will put something to support your feet. You will know when the time comes."
"Damn it," Zheng Xueqian's expression changed slightly, "Is it so miserable?"
Zhu Kening coughed: "...Don't scare Lao Zheng. I heard it's not that scary, just a little tiring."
Hao Yun sighed: "I hope so."
To be honest, he had already participated once in his previous life, and he really didn’t want to participate in this life. Talking about exercising willpower and cultivating collective consciousness, can it actually last half a semester? It may not take three months, and everyone will be doing what they are doing.
The only use is probably to bring the relationship between classmates in the same class closer.
After all, in college, the distance between people is really far. Maybe after four years of classes together, you can’t even remember this person when you take your graduation photo. That’s also possible.
But then again, what if we know each other
Hao Yun vaguely remembered that after graduating from his previous life, he never saw his classmates again, not even his roommates.
It's not like my feelings have completely faded.
The main reason is that everyone is too busy...
"How do you understand so well?"
Seeing Liang Ziyuan lying on the other end of the bed looking towards him, Hao Yun, who stopped recalling the fragmentary memories, thought about it and said casually.
"I checked it online."
He didn't know whether he believed it or not. Liang Ziyuan didn't continue to ask, but Zhu Kening and Lao Zheng exchanged glances, with the words "disbelief" written all over their faces.
"I don't believe it, do you?"
"I don't believe it either!"
"Brother Xue, let me tell you, military training is very hard, so you must choose bigger clothes."
"Oops, disgusting."
This "Ouch" almost killed Lao Zheng. He was hunched over as if his stomach was full, and he was smiling so much that the shit in his eyes came out.
"Damn it, Lao Zhu... Hahahahahahaha, I'm so bad, I almost gave you a break for the last night's meal."
Zhu Kening chuckled: "Both each other."
Liang Ziyuan: "... Poof."
Hao Yun: "..."
Grass!
There is no end to this bunch of dogs!
…
After all the fuss, the clothes for military training were finally distributed.
Lao Zhu hooked up with Lao Zheng, and the two of them dragged the woven bag to another dormitory.
It's probably good to have a squad leader in the dormitory. No matter what is assigned, he will be the first to pick.
But Hao Yun didn't care about this.
After all, he already owed fifteen million, so why would he care about a mere set of clothes and a pair of shoes
He had not gotten out of bed the whole time, closing his eyes tightly and concentrating on retrieving the memories previously unlocked from the system.
Good guy, it’s actually "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman"!
Hao Yun hadn't figured out how to cash in the three memories he had unlocked before, but now he unlocked something awesome.
According to his vague memory, this novel, written during the Republic of China in the previous life, is not simple.
Wen Ruian commented that it uses unbridled imagination to bring martial arts novels into a fantasy realm of swordsmen and immortals. Ni Kuang called it "the most wonderful book in the world", which is a culmination of modern popular literature and is far from being summed up in the words "martial arts novels".
In fact, its various settings are indeed less like martial arts novels, but more regarded as the originator of fairy novels.
Whether it is the description of landscapes and statues, strange animals, magic weapons and flying swords, the main characters, or the concepts such as "Yuan Shen" and "Three Worlds of Cause and Effect" evolved from Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, or his original "Ancient Cave Adventure", They are both groundbreaking classics.
The martial arts, utensils, and even names, story plots, and scene descriptions in it were also widely used in later novels.
Especially the most typical one about falling off a cliff and picking up a magic weapon. Although Hao Yun can no longer remember which book it is, he still remembers that Mr. Jin is the most authentic one.
And that is indeed the case.
The shadow of this book can be seen more or less in the development of new martial arts novels such as Mr. Jin in later generations.
Some people say it is the Classic of Mountains and Seas in modern times, while others call it China’s Hundred Years of Solitude.
But Hao Yun feels that this book is more like the "Xinhua Dictionary" of modern martial arts novels.
The only pity is that this book ends with a eunuch.
The two main lines of the book, one is the Third Emei Sword Fight, which is regarded as the decisive battle between good and evil, and the other is the Four-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, which is related to the personal destiny of the monks. In the end, there is no ending, which is really regrettable.
In fact, to be honest, Hao Yun has not finished reading this book, at least not in his memory.
But the magical thing is that the unlocked memory seems to have the entire book's content directly engraved in his mind along with those memories that do not belong to him.
As long as he closes his eyes and recalls with his heart, Hao Yun can not only clearly recall the context of the plot, but he can even accurately recall what is written in which chapter and paragraph.
It's just that the four million words are too long. It took him a lot of time just to quickly review the unlocked memories from beginning to end.
Hao Yun opened his eyes in disbelief and felt a slight pain in the back of his head. He muttered something in a voice that only he could hear.
"It's incredible... It feels like I've memorized the entire book."
Although the Xia Kingdom's martial arts novel market is also very prosperous in this life, with countless writing schools evolving and all kinds of creativity flourishing, but if you think about it carefully...
It seems that there really are no immortal heroes
Even if the previous script written by screenwriter Wang Xingkai mixed some settings of gods and Buddhas in the background, it only focused on the rendering of mysticism and did not appear in the concept of cultivation.
In short, God is God, and the boundaries between humans and God are insurmountable.
In Gao Wu's world view, if you practice martial arts to the extreme, you can defeat thousands of people and defeat thousands of armies, but it's just a powerful individual.
As for such wild ideas as splitting mountains and rivers with a sword, boiling the sea with a wave of hands, and shattering galaxies with a flick of the finger, no one seems to have considered incorporating them into martial arts novels.
If this book could be restored, it might really bring a different kind of inspiration to Xia Guo's martial arts novels.
If you inspire one or two great writers and harvest a wave of attribute points, it will be a huge gain!
Thinking of this, Hao Yun, who was paralyzed on the bed, breathed rapidly with excitement.
"Anyway, I'm free. I'll take some time to write a few during military training..."
The entire book is in my head.
There is no need to worry about plotting and choosing words and sentences.
The only thing that limits him is his hand speed.
As for the other reward of the mission—that is, the gem of misfortune...
Hao Yun hasn't figured out where to use it yet.
Although I am very curious about how awesome this thing is, it would be too unkind to just find someone to experiment on.
Hao Yun himself is a relatively Buddhist person and rarely makes enemies in his life.
If possible, he hoped that the thing would always lie among his belongings, and it would be best if he never had the chance to use it...