In the studio, director Chen Yimou stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and said with a gloomy face: "The writing team will revise the script and write Lippett to death. His reputation will be ruined and his death will be miserable!"
"Director, he has three more scenes to follow, and the time span is very long." A young screenwriter hesitated.
"It's just a small supporting role, it won't affect the progress of the main plot!" Chen Yimou said angrily: "As soon as the show started airing, someone secretly added a scene. If I don't scare the monkeys, there will be chaos in the future!"
As the chief director of "I Really Can Become an Immortal", Chen Yimou single-handedly controls the plot writing and is the absolute authority of the entire program team.
Any actor who dares to challenge his will will have only one ending.
Be written to death immediately!
"But Fang Xiu's involvement in the show far exceeded expectations, and the show's effect is amazing." Chen Yimou looked at the rising ratings and said with a smile: "He performed so well, I can't bear to torture him!"
"Director Chen doesn't have to blame himself. In order to make "I Really Can Become an Immortal" a masterpiece, some sacrifices are inevitable!"
"If Fang Xiu knew the truth, he would also understand Director Chen's good intentions. After all, he only lost his real life and was entertained by the whole world without any privacy, but what Director Chen paid was the hard work and sweat of artistic creation!
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"As the first-generation protagonist, Fang Xiu can only reveal the essence of human nature and enhance the literary and artistic quality of this drama by experiencing the bitterness of the world and experiencing the ups and downs in his life!"
"When I think that the protagonist who is watched by hundreds of millions of people is just a puppet in our hands, I feel the pleasure of being the master!"
Several screenwriters were so proud that they flattered the director.
As an epic masterpiece, "I Really Can Become an Immortal" is expected to be broadcast for a hundred years. It will span multiple generations of protagonists and have many twists and turns in the plot.
In order to prevent sudden accidents, the program team has prepared tens of thousands of sets as just a remedy.
The only purpose is to let the protagonist Fang Xiu live his life according to the set plot.
His life only belongs to the program team.
Right to life and health, right to privacy, right to know, personal dignity?
nonexistent!
It’s just a performance prop!
…
In the live broadcast, Fang Xiu has followed Li Xundao to the medicine garden Jiuyuan.
Fifty trainee disciples are responsible for taking care of 300 acres of spiritual medicine fields, each person is responsible for six acres, of which five acres of production contribute to the sect.
The last acre belongs to the trainee disciples and is used for various purposes such as daily life and cultivation.
"As expected of the Seven Great Cultivation Holy Lands, as the humblest trainee disciple, I can sleep in a two-person dormitory!"
Next to the medicine field, twenty-five small courtyards are arranged in a row.
Each courtyard covers an area of fifty square meters and has complete living facilities.
When Fang Xiu entered the hospital, the senior brother who shared the dormitory had not arrived yet.
He briefly visited the house and frowned slightly.
The layout of the courtyard was neat and simple, and there was even a well. He was very satisfied.
But the house they lived in was somewhat defective.
In a space of thirty square meters, two single rooms could have been separated, but the sect did not do so.
There are not even separate beds, a wooden double bed is particularly eye-catching in the middle of the cabin.
"The world of cultivating immortals may be more free and easy and informal!"
Fang Xiu smiled.
They come, the security.
I just hope that my roommate will not snore, grind his teeth, and sleepwalk.
"Love life, start from today!"
Fang Xiu clenched his fists to encourage himself. He found a wooden basin, filled some water, and began to wipe the furniture.
Not surprisingly, he will live here for a long time.
Even when farming, the sense of ritual is still indispensable.
"Junior brother Fang is so diligent!"
There were footsteps outside the door, and the voice was somewhat familiar.
Fang Xiu looked up and saw a slightly fat trainee walking in through the door with a bag on his back, his eyes cold and his expression majestic.
Pang Qinghua, a seventh-grade wood-type spiritual root, is in the late stage of the first-level Qi refining stage.
"Senior Brother Pang!"
Fang Xiu put down the rag, greeted him enthusiastically, held Senior Brother Pang's hand cordially, and shook it again and again.
After entering the medicine garden, he had already seen the way brothers in the world of cultivating immortals exchanged their cultivation experiences.
Every move brings blood, and every punch touches the flesh!
I have no foundation in cultivation and am pitifully weak. It would be better if I could have a strong sleeping brother.
"Junior Brother Fang, I..."
Pang Qinghua was a little stunned.
According to the director's request, he deliberately came to make trouble. He must let Fang Xiu deeply understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world of immortality on the first day of his rebirth.
As the ill-fated protagonist of a generation, Fang Xiu must see blood every day before he can get the golden finger!
Only in this way can the audience believe that Fang Xiu really has no script!
But before Pang Qinghua finished speaking, Fang Xiu had already grasped his hands passionately, and even took advantage of his dazed moment to untie his package.
This made it impossible to perform the lines he had prepared for a while.
Three hundred years later, human beings are scattered throughout the universe. Communication depends on the Internet, and there are few opportunities to meet offline.
This kind of enthusiasm from ordinary people in the 21st century made Pang Qinghua unable to react for a while.
"Senior Brother Pang, please sit down. We hit it off immediately. When I heard your name, you gave me a very knowledgeable look."
"Senior Brother Pang may not know that in my hometown, the word "Tsinghua University" is of great significance. Let's not mention this. I don't know how old Brother Pang is, whether he has ever been married, and whether he has unmarried sisters at home. I am very introverted and taciturn.
, and rarely have contact with girls..."
Fang Xiu took Pang Qinghua's hand and sat down, and even made him a cup of hot tea.
"Fang Xiu, you want to burn me to death!"
Pang Qinghua's facial muscles twitched.
This person definitely has social bullshit syndrome!
He’s so chatty!
According to the script design, as soon as he comes into contact with Fang Xiu, he will find an excuse to beat Fang Xiu up.
As a result, he was delayed by Fang Xiuyi, and there was not much time left for him.
Pang Qinghua shook off Fang Xiu's hand, and without thinking about what to say, he raised his fist and tried to kill Fang Xiu.
Although the scene was a bit abrupt, I couldn't care less about it.
"Pang Qinghua, what are you doing in our courtyard?"
Pang Qinghua had just raised his fist when another tall figure walked into the small room.
Yunyao looked surprised, with confusion in her eyes.
According to the script time, when she came in at this time, Pang Qinghua should have beaten Fang Xiu half to death.
But now the two of them were holding hands and facing each other. Pang Qinghua's face was flushed, he clenched his fists and swore, as if they were sworn to each other.
It's really a bit...
Ahem
"Yun Qingyang, please stop meddling in your own business!"
Pang Qinghua was almost crying.
Sister Yun, you are a hidden female supporting character in an important plot, and it doesn't matter if you come in a few seconds late. How can I, a small special extra, beat the protagonist to death?
"Pang Qinghua, you are so brave, you dare to attack fellow disciples in the sect!"
Yunyao shouted loudly, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
The lines are right!
She moved lightly, rushed forward, grabbed Pang Qinghua's clothes, kicked Pang Qinghua out of the hut with a small kick.
"I haven't finished my play yet!"
Pang Qinghua fell on all fours in the middle of the courtyard, wanting to cry but without tears.
It's a small thing to have your performance fee deducted, but it's a big thing to be written off by the screenwriter!
"Junior Brother Fang Xiu, are you okay?"
In the small house, Yun Yao asked with concern. She cupped her hands and said in a hearty voice like a man: "Yun Qingyang, the third son of the Yun family in Qinghe County, will live in the same house with his junior brother from today on!"
"Yun, hello, Senior Brother Yun!"
Fang Xiu swallowed in confusion.
So this is my bedmate?
Looking at the two deep dimples on Yun Yao's face and her delicate lips, Fang Xiu suddenly had a very bad feeling.
To be fair.
He would rather live in the same room with Pang Qinghua and be beaten every day than spend time and sleep with the seemingly approachable Senior Brother Yun day and night!
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