In the court scene of the crew, the props guys were busy.
If it weren't for the fact that the weather was getting cooler as the end of summer approached, the sweltering heat in Shu alone would be enough for them.
Jingle, clank.
Creak and creak...
The sounds of beating, hammering, and sawing are endless.
In the dust that filled the sky, Zhang Yuan shook his arms, covered his mouth and nose, and took a few steps to escape.
But just when he was about to leave, he was suddenly startled and then stopped.
"Hiss..." Zhang Yuan frowned in thought.
He just passed by a prop man who was making water and fire sticks used by court officials.
This elder brother is chopping and sawing with a pile of wooden sticks, intending to adjust the length of the wood to one side for ease of use in shooting.
But...
"The stick in his hand looks familiar, right?" Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows, and the next second he looked shocked!
He turned around suddenly and saw the big brother behind him holding a hacksaw and working on a wooden stick that was as bright and as warm as jade.
The saw has already touched the stick body, and it only takes a few hard pulls to cut out a section.
Zhang Yuan wanted to open his mouth and shout to stop, but found that it was too late.
The opponent's hands are too fast, but they can't be faster than his feet!
The prop man who was cutting the saw felt as if there was a strong wind in front of him, making a roaring sound.
He thought to himself, this place is indoors, where is the evil wind coming from?
Just as he was about to raise his head, a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, heading towards his face.
I just heard "Hula" for a moment!
The eldest brother's eyes widened, the tip of his nose felt cold, his breathing stagnated, and he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and then... nothing happened.
The black shadow brushed against his cheek, without injuring him at all. Instead, he kicked the hacksaw in his right hand with great accuracy.
Packing, the saw was instantly kicked away by the powerful force, and the blade hit the brick wall nearby, leaving a mark.
If the person who was hit was not a brick but a human leg, he would probably be bleeding profusely by now.
It wasn't over yet. As soon as the saw flew away, the prop brother's arm instinctively retracted, and his elbow hit the back half of the stick.
The wooden stick is a lever. If you press down on one end, the other end will bounce up!
There was a muffled bang!
The prop brother screamed strangely, then put his hands on his forehead and screamed with a headache.
“Oh my God!”
“It hurts me so much!”
"Killing people, killing people!!!"
"The actors hit people!"
The prop man sat down on the ground. After seeing Zhang Yuan who had just put away his legs in front of him, , shouted quickly.
When he shouted, everyone around him raised their heads, and within a few seconds, they all gathered around.
In the crew, the director and the actors have a superior-subordinate relationship, but this is not the case with the actors and crew.
Of course, if you are a big star and the director gives you face and treats you politely, the staff will naturally treat you politely, and you still need your job.
But if the relationship is normal, it is not uncommon for staff members in the crew to dare to challenge the actors.
Now, Zhang Yuan is surrounded by a group of big men.
The real left and right are men, covered in sweat.
These people are all props and site attendants, and they are all strong men who can move and carry.
Many of the props masters were carpenters by background, with muscular arms and thick joints. If an ordinary person was punched, they would get an extremely good sleep, and they would be unable to wake up.
As soon as the person who was hit on the forehead by the stick shouted that the actor was beating someone, these people surrounded him with red eyes, and they all looked evil.
They recognized Zhang Yuan and knew that he had a good relationship with the director.
But even so, you can’t hit someone just because you say you’re going to hit someone!
Even a big star bullies others?
No!
It should be said that the crew is still very united, and Zhang Yuan was even a little relieved to see it.
“It’s much simpler than an actor who is constantly fighting and intrigues, and who has eight hundred tricks on his own.” He sighed.
Although he was surrounded by so many people, he did not panic at all. Instead, he spoke slowly.
“First of all, when did I hit you?”
"You didn't hit me, where did the bump on my forehead come from!" The prop brother replied angrily while grinning and gasping.
"You were hit by a stick, and what I kicked was a saw, it has nothing to do with it."
Seeing that the other party still wanted to open his mouth, he immediately continued: "Secondly, I want to ask Ask you, do you know the origin of this stick? "
"Isn't it just a broken stick? "
"Yes, it is!"
"Is it possible that you think a stick is more valuable than all of us?"
"You actors don't treat us as human beings!"
When encountering such a scene, Bi will Zhang Yuan was used to some people provoking class antagonisms and labeling others randomly.
"If you don't understand, I will teach you."
He raised his foot and gently touched it with his toes, and the stick fell into his hand.
"The material of this stick is called thick wood."
""Tiangong Kaiwu Caofang" says: "The closing stick is made of thick wood and palm wood. "
"This kind of wood is not as common as pine, elm, or oak. It is obviously different from the pine wood land you use to make props. "
"We don't care about this, it doesn't matter what kind of wood it is! "The leading prop man waved his hand and interrupted him.
"This kind of wood is not suitable for making furniture or tools. In ancient times, its most common use was to make spear shafts! "Zhang Yuan ignored it and continued to speak calmly.
"Look at this stick. It's covered in pulp and extremely oily. It's obviously been used for many years."
"And one end is slightly ground. Obviously, the ground end is used to install the gun. "My head."
Zhang Yuan turned to look at the prop master who fell to the ground, staring straight at him like an eagle, which made him feel chilled.
"Where did you find this stick?"
"What does it have to do with you..."
"Say!"
The other party still wanted to quibble, but was frightened by Zhang Yuan's sharp shout and shrank his neck.
"It was wrapped in cloth in the corner of the warehouse. I saw that the thickness was suitable, so I brought it over." The prop master replied nonchalantly. "The crew just made props and took them randomly. Let me tell you, this is a gun barrel, and it belongs to Mr. Yu Chenghui!"
Zhang Yuan and the others were not convinced. When they heard Yu Chenghui's name, The big brothers immediately became quiet.
The shadow of a famous tree.
Yu Chenghui is well-known and a martial arts expert. The props people also understand that martial arts practitioners cannot touch their weapons casually. They are their lifeblood!
"This gun has been with the old man for almost 30 years. It has gone through many hardships, but it was almost sawed by you just now." Zhang Yuan said word by word with an angry look on his face.
Gudong!
The man on the ground swallowed his saliva and felt a chill in his heart.
He didn't understand. The crew was rushing to work. He was anxious to find materials, so he took the wooden sticks from the warehouse.
Seeing that there were a few missing, I looked around, thinking that if it was just a stick, no one would want it.
Now I realize that I almost committed a taboo!
If I really saw off the barrel of this gun...I am afraid that I will be in this business to the end.
The leader of the props team opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then came to the person on the ground and kicked him on the butt!
"Ms. Ganlin, get up and apologize!"
"If someone hadn't stopped this kick for you, you would have to get out of here today!"
This guy doesn't even care. There was a big bump on his forehead, and he hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was excited, I didn't understand it for a moment..."
Zhang Yuan waved his hand and shook his head: "It's okay, it's yours. It doesn’t matter if you’re injured.”
[Received thanks from Huang Hu, carpentry +3, prop production +2! 】
The noise at their end attracted the attention of others. Wang Xinming, who had been troubled by several accidents on the set, rushed to the scene at a trot, squeezed through the crowd and entered.
Ji Chunhua, who was in pain, also ran over half-walking, half-hopping. Sure enough, the Chinese people’s instinct to watch the excitement is engraved in their genes. Even though he was acting like this, he still didn’t forget to eat melons on tiptoes. .
Old man Yu Chenghui saw everyone running here, so he came too.
Although the old man was old, he had sharp ears and eyes. He saw the gun barrel in Zhang Yuan's hand at a glance outside the crowd, and quickly pushed away the crowd with a few palms and came to his side.
"This is mine...what's wrong, what happened?" Mr. Yu took the gun barrel and asked nervously.
The leading prop brother is still on the right track.
Seeing that Zhang Yuan not only did not blame them, but also cared about the injured person, he felt that this young man had the best character among the actors he had ever seen, so he took the initiative to stand up at this moment and tell the story of what had just happened. Tell everything in detail.
When Yu Chenghui heard that his gun barrel was almost sawed off!
The old man, who was in good health, raised his hand to cover his chest. He couldn't catch his breath and almost stuck it out.
This gun has been with me for thirty years, and I really treat it like a child.
When old people miss the past, they don’t really miss the objects, but they miss the people they see and the old times that belong to them.
When he saw this gun, he could think of the years he spent training hard day and night, and placed his infinite emotions on it.
The old man searched up and down, and saw a shallow saw mark about 30 centimeters upward from the tail of the gun barrel. He was immediately heartbroken. It was more uncomfortable than being stabbed himself.
I touched this white mark with my thick old fingers, and my heart was bleeding.
But the old man still forced out a smile and said: "I used to use it and it always slipped. Now with this mark, it just prevents slipping."
Don’t forget to help the prop master come to the rescue.
Zhang Yuan admired in his heart that the old man's martial arts and martial ethics were worthy of being called a chivalrous person.
Yu Chenghui looked sideways at Zhang Yuan and then at the scar, knowing how urgent the situation was at that time.
Without this kid's "final kick", my old friend would probably be disabled.
[Received thanks from Chenghui, basic swordsmanship +3, carbine skill +6, basic spearmanship +4, footwork skill +2! 】
When Director Wang Xinming saw that the old man was not angry, he quickly waved his hand: "It's gone, it's all gone!"
"It's time to work, work, stop looking."
The director spoke, and everyone Hearing this, the birds and animals soon dispersed, and Teacher Ji Chunhua limped forward.
"Yu Lao..."
"It's okay, the injury is not serious, and it will not affect it at all." Although Yu Chenghui felt distressed, he had to accept the status quo.
"Come on, you two come with me and try to see if there are any hidden injuries."
With that said, the three of them slowly came to a deserted place.
Why do you have to slow down?
This is to wait for Ji Chunhua, who now walks like Wu Laoliu next door who has cerebral thrombosis.
The three of them stopped and came to an abandoned wall.
Yu Lao raised the barrel of the gun, stepped on it with both feet, and started dancing vigorously!
There was a roaring wind, and the dead leaves on the ground actually danced under the guidance of the old man.
Zhang Yuan had seen Wu Jing use his spear so fast and hard that it was dazzling.
But the old man is completely different. Whether it is his hands or his feet, one word stands out, steady!
The technique and footwork look very simple, one step is one step, there are not too many fancy movements.
The movement of the gun didn't fly up and down, it was just one click, like a hammer hitting each other, and there was nothing fancy about it.
But Zhang Yuan understood that the old man’s marksmanship was truly terrifying!
He has abandoned all feints and made real moves.
Ji Chunhua glanced at Zhang Yuan and saw his eyes flashing, clearly seeing the essence, and thought to himself that this kid is really lucky.
The old man said it was a test of the gun, but in fact, he was trying to show it to him, secretly or overtly, as a reward for saving his precious gun barrel just now.
This kind of opportunity is so rare that most people can't even ask for it.
At this moment, the old man turned his back, carrying it with one hand and carrying it with the other. He exerted force with both arms at the same time, drawing a trajectory like two perfect circles.
The barrel of the gun passed over his shoulder along this rule.
The ground reaches the legs, the legs reach the waist, the waist reaches the hands, and the hands reach the gun!
Before Zhang Yuan could see clearly, the old man used an extremely authentic carbine move and nailed it to the remaining wall!
Phew... The old man stopped his hand, weighed the barrel of the gun again, finally nodded, and glanced at Zhang Yuan who was thoughtful: "It's not bad."
"The test is almost over, let's go. "The old man held the gun barrel in his hand and strode back.
Zhang Yuan looked solemnly at the remaining wall.
At this time, there was a coin-sized depression on the wall, which was more than one centimeter into the wall.
With this depression as the starting point, countless fine cracks radiated out, like a dense spider web, staring at him like a ghost eye.
The wall cracked, but did not fall down. It can be seen that while the blow was powerful and heavy, it completely focused its power on one point.
You know, this is just the barrel of the gun, not the head!
"If this hits someone..." Zhang Yuan pursed his lips.
"What Mr. Xing said is indeed right."
"Who said you can't kill someone without a gun tip!" (End of Chapter)