Chapter 81 Versatility
After a while, Zhang Yuan appeared again after putting on makeup, and the spirits of everyone at the "judges' table" were lifted.
What a handsome young man!
At this time, Zhang Yuan was wearing a snow-white cloak made of satin and embroidered with flowers.
Holding a folding fan, he took a square step and swayed three times, showing the elegance of an ancient prince.
After arriving in the middle of the room, he stood still, turned sideways, and then heard...
Crack!
With a muffled sound, the paper fan opened wide, turning its wrist and shaking it slightly.
Clusters of orchids are painted on the fan.
A gentleman is like an orchid, and the valley is filled with fragrance,
At this moment, Zhang Yuan really looked like a young man.
Zhou Xiaowen raised his eyebrows several times, thinking that Yang Tao really didn't lie to me.
Zhang Yuan dressed up in ancient costume and looked very energetic.
Yuan Bing and Zhao Jian couldn't help but nod. They had seen too many costumes in ancient times, and Yuan Bing grew up with the golden generation of Xiangjiang.
He knows best what a talent in ancient costume looks like.
Zhang Bearded also squinted his eyes and stared for a long time.
Since it was just an audition, Zhang Yuan changed his costume, but he didn't have time to put on a headgear. It was too time-consuming and really unnecessary.
But as soon as his heroic figure appeared, the bearded man seemed to have seen the long-haired and heroic Gusu Murong.
If Zhang Yuan is still a little unfamiliar with the image of Xu Zhu, a monk with a lengtou who just left the temple.
He was very familiar with Nan Murong, who had a beautiful face and elegant demeanor.
The jade-faced Meng Chang and Song Qingshu in "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword" are very similar in terms of setting, especially appearance setting.
Although there are thousands of characters in Jin Lao's works, both Song Qingshu and Murong Fu are among the top ten handsome men.
However, for every person who slaughters dogs for justice, most of them are scholars who are unfaithful.
After all, these two went astray, one died and the other went crazy.
Whether they love the country or the beauty, these two "idiots" have many similarities. Zhang Yuan has played Song Qingshu for more than a few months, and now he can easily get twice the result with half the effort by dressing up as Mr. Murong.
After Zhang Jizhong looked up and down several times, he met Zhang Yuan's eyes.
"What a look!"
It's not that his eyes are so deep, but that at this moment, his eyes reveal a variety of emotions.
There is arrogance and disdain. The best thing is the hidden ruthlessness.
The character of Murong Fu can be said to combine the three poisons of Buddhism: greed, anger, and ignorance.
What is greedy is fame and fortune.
What makes you angry is repeated defeats.
What I am obsessed with is the task of restoring the country.
Even if he looks like a gentleman on the outside, he is still a villain on the inside, and can easily break through the lower limits to achieve his goals.
There should be some unbearable humanity in his eyes. He is not a gentleman, but a madman with a human face and a beast heart.
Zhang Dabeard is very satisfied with Zhang Yuan's appearance, and even more satisfied with his way of expressing the character's heart through his eyes.
"Okay, please start your performance."
In this scene, Zhang Yuan didn't even have any lines, so he didn't need a partner at all. It was all his one-man show.
The content is actually connected to the previous scene with Xu Zhu, where Murong Fu fell into madness after understanding the Zhenlong chess game.
Zhang Yuan looked towards the void with a calm and confident expression. He waved his paper fan lightly, and everyone who saw it had to say something.
"What a charming and suave Nan Murong!"
But gradually, his face gradually became calmer, his two sword-shaped eyebrows drooped, and his confidence was quickly disappearing.
Next second!
There was a look of horror in his eyes, as if thousands of troops were attacking him.
“Yah!!!”
Zhang Yuan pretended to take out his sword from his waist, and slashed at the surroundings like crazy, as if there were wolves and tigers waiting in the air around him.
"Okay, stop." The bearded man waved and shouted.
A happy look on his face.
“The acting is really real.”
Zhang Yuan has watched many versions of "Dragon Movie" in his previous life, and he knows well what effect the other party wants, and he can use the standard answer to make a little more use of it. , is much simpler than these bits meet.
"I heard that you just starred in "Eternal Dragon Sword", which is also a martial arts drama. You should have a lot of fighting scenes." Zhang Jizhong glanced at Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing.
“Yes, I have acted in many wire-a-wire operas.” When it was time to show off, Zhang Yuan was never soft-spoken.
"Okay, let's play a set on the spot."
"What do you want to see?"
"Whatever you are good at, just play." The bearded man saw him He asked confidently, becoming more and more curious: "The weapon rack is over there, you can use it as you like." Zhang Yuan nodded with his fists clasped, and took a posture, but did not go to get the weapon.
A few days ago, he and Shi Xiaolong practiced hard for a long time. Of course, the boy was almost bald by him. Today, he finally had a chance to show off.
His shoulders relaxed as if they were about to dislocate, letting his arms hang casually by his sides.
Zhao Jian raised his eyes and nodded slightly.
Western boxing techniques usually make the whole body tense when the body is in motion, while traditional Eastern boxing techniques are just the opposite, the looser the better.
Zhao Jian was still nodding when he saw Zhang Yuan's figure change. He exerted force on his waist, waving his arms, half-bent his legs, and turned sideways in an instant.
At this time, the tips of his hands, toes, and nose were all pointing in the same direction.
"Three sharp points!" Yuan Bing blurted out: "Pigua, Baji, or Xingyi?"
The next moment, Zhang Yuan waved his arms, cold and hard.
Hit out with both arms, Shen Changhuo is soft and skillful.
Change moves, heavy and fierce, light and trembling.
Chasing every step of the way, adhesion follows.
While he kept waving his arms, the crackling sound resounded throughout the room like firecrackers during the New Year, with an endless lingering aftertaste.
"1, 2, 3...9!" Yuan Bing silently counted nine times in a row.
“Nine rings echo through the back!” Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing said in unison.
A set of boxing skills was completed quickly in only five or six seconds. Zhang Jizhong, Zhou Xiaowen, Ma Peng and other laymen looked at it in confusion and had no idea what it meant. It was like someone passing a cup of fragrant tea in front of several people before they had a chance to taste it. I didn't feel the taste either.
But Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing have "smart noses" and can tell at a glance.
"That's not right. The way he fought was a little different from the through-arm boxing I've seen before. It wasn't that good-looking." Zhao Jian looked confused.
"It's different. What he does is not performance-based, and he has a Shaolin foundation." Yuan Bing is older and has rich experience in traveling all over the country.
“Not yet from the outer sect, but should be the foundation of the inner sect of Shaolin.”
In fact, there is no inner and outer sects in modern Shaolin, they are just nicknames.
The Shaolin Martial Arts School that you pay to attend is an outer sect and is more performance-oriented.
As for disciples like Shi Xiaolong who have entered the house, they are taught by a dedicated person alone, and they learn real things that are not taught to outsiders, so they are called the inner sect.
After finishing a set, Zhang Yuan continued to adjust his breathing and calm down his energy and blood.
The so-called nine-ring arm-piercing, those nine crisp sounds are all caused by the punches. Although I have skills, I can't resist it without any bones, and it is easy for me to vomit blood.
When he first started learning from Shi Xiaolong, he suspected that what he was teaching was not the arm-through but the Seven Injury Fist.
My whole body hurts after playing every day.
It’s easy to swell your mouth if you’re not careful.
"Wen Zhuo's was more cruel, but this guy is still young and has some practice." Yuan Bing and Zhao Jian whispered a few times.
When it comes to opening up arm fists in the Chinese entertainment industry, Zhao Wenzhuo is definitely the number one figure.
When this guy first debuted, his arm-length foundation almost caused Jet Li internal injuries, and Lao Li was even wearing protective gear.
Later, Zhao Wenzhuo understood that filming was not a martial arts performance, so he began to hold back and fight, which made his opponent feel much more relaxed.
Zhang Dabeard has watched a lot of martial arts performances, and even practices blindly himself. But when it comes to professionalism, he still has to seek the opinions of two martial arts instructors.
Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing gave a very affirmative look and whispered at the same time.
“Not bad!”
"I have a foundation."
The bearded man understood and replied with his eyes, thinking at the same time.
“At this age, it’s rare for these two people to agree with each other.”
Zhao Jian has been following Zhang Jizhong for more than ten years. He is a die-hard man. He has no doubts about his words. .
Although he and Yuan Bing have only collaborated for a few years, both "The Swordsman" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" have been successful. The bearded man is also very respectful to this Hong Kong martial arts boss. of.
With the approval of these two people, even though he met Zhang Yuan for the first time, he felt that Zhang Yuan was a talent that could be made.
At this moment, he looked at Zhou Xiaowen beside him and found that the rough man whom he invited to be the chief director was looking at Zhang Yuan's performance with a proud look on his face, thinking that Xiaowen still had a discerning eye.
"Um, Zhang Yuan, come forward..." The bearded man smiled and raised his hand to call Zhang Yuan to come and talk in detail.
But before he spoke, he noticed that everyone's eyes were tilted to the weapon rack aside.
At this time, they thought Zhang Yuan, who had finished showing off his skills, raised his hand and steadily took down an eyebrow-leveling stick from the shelf.
"What do you want to see?"
The bearded man suddenly remembered Zhang Yuan's answer a few minutes ago, and then he understood.
He knows more than just one set of through-arm punches!
(End of this chapter)