Let's debut, fairy!

Chapter 69 I was careless and didn’t dodge
The filming area at the foot of the mountain.

Su Xintang looked at Wang Ming, who had taken his stance, and after thinking for a moment, she thoughtfully reminded him, "I'm going to use the tip of my sword to strike your jaw later, just like a throat-slitting sword move."

"Hey~~" Wang Ming laughed.

If you can touch my chin today, I'll kneel down before you.

The stuntmen watching from the sidelines couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhuo Weihua thought this was a good idea. It was just a rehearsal, not a martial arts competition. Telling the other party in advance what you planned to do would help speed up the process.

So he laughed and said, "Alright, Miss Xia, if you're ready, just go for it. He's been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he can take a beating."

"Go, head coach!" a shout suddenly came from the side.

"Hahahaha..." It turned out to be the villagers who had gathered to watch.

Wang Ming glanced around at the crowd, sighed helplessly, and said, "I'm ready. Let's get started."

"Alright, watch your chin." After saying that, Su Xintang thrust her sword forward with such speed that no one present except Meng Bai could see it clearly.

Then, with a "snap," the tip of the sword, covered in soft material, trembled and, like a fist wearing a boxing glove, slammed into Wang Ming's jaw.

"It's so good to be young," Wang Ming thought, and fell asleep immediately.

Su Xintang looked at the sword in her hand with some surprise. She hadn't used any force, so why was it so fragile?
Meng Bai was so frightened that he swore.

Zhuo Weihua's eyes bulged out.

The stuntmen were incredulous.

As for the villagers watching, they remained calm, because they hadn't even realized what was going on and were still muttering to themselves.

"He's a professional actor, his performance is so realistic."

"Wow, you just fainted like that, and fell straight down without even feeling any pain."

"Okay~~"

"another one."

As the performance became more exciting, the villagers even applauded for Wang Ming's performance.

Amid the applause of the villagers, Meng Bai rushed to Wang Ming's side. While helping him lie down with the other stuntmen, he examined Wang Ming's neck and asked anxiously, "He's not dead, is he? He's not dead, is he?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, maybe the trigeminal nerve was hit?" Zhuo Weihua said instinctively, but after saying that he felt something was wrong. How much force would it take to knock someone unconscious?
Hearing this, Meng Bai breathed a sigh of relief. He was genuinely afraid that Su Xintang's sword energy might accidentally leak out and slit Wang Ming's neck.

Thinking of this, he squatted down and turned to look at Su Xintang, who was standing next to him, scratching her hands innocently.

Seeing Meng Bai looking at her, Su Xintang quickly waved her hand and weakly explained, "I didn't... I didn't... it was him..."

Although her words were broken and unclear, Meng Bai understood what she meant.

Suppressing his laughter, Meng Bai stood up and pulled Su Xintang away, saying as they walked, "My silly girl, we're just practicing moves. The point is to exchange blows more often, so it's more interesting to watch. If you knock someone unconscious with that move, how can we continue?"

“I told him I was going to hit him in the chin, but he didn’t even try to stop me.”

"Who do you usually spar with? Who is Wang Ming? Does he have the ability to block? He doesn't, you know that, right? I think you need to understand the concept behind this set of moves first."

As he spoke, Meng Bai casually picked up a large box brought by a martial arts performer from the side and placed it in front of the two of them.

Then he took out paper and pen from his pocket, squatted down next to the box and started drawing stick figures for Su Xintang, explaining his thoughts on the presentation of the video as he drew.

Little did he know, his actions just now almost made the stuntmen's eyes pop out of their sockets!

"Holy crap, is that a counterweight box he's carrying? One of those really hard-to-move counterweight boxes, right?"

"right?"

"Damn it, I struggled so hard to move it, and he just picked it up so easily?"

"Has the counterweight inside been removed?"

"No, the equipment isn't set up yet, and the box hasn't been opened."

Listening to his brothers chattering away, Zhuo Weihua was at a loss for words.

He watched Meng Bai and Su Xintang writing, drawing, and gesturing, his eyes shifting from confusion to doubt, and then to surprise.

The case is solved!

Both of them are definitely skilled in martial arts.

Moreover, they are highly talented practitioners who have made a name for themselves in martial arts.

Otherwise, how could he have such skill and strength?
Does that mean that no matter what actions I design, they are likely to be able to complete them?

wrong.

Zhuo Weihua quickly took out his phone, found Huo Wenxi's contact information, and sent him a message:
[Mani, you asked me to keep an eye on Meng Sheng and his girlfriend, and I met them today! What a gem!] Not content with that, she added another comment: [There are plenty of good-looking guys in China, and plenty of good-looking guys too. But people like them, who are both good fighters and have such a leading man look, are truly hard to find these days.]

He was still not satisfied after posting the second message.

He then posted a third message: "If they were good at dramatic roles, that would be amazing! Your current artists are all getting old; if you could sign these two, they'd definitely have a bright future."

After sending the message, Zhuo Weihua was flushed, as if he had drunk too much.

As a martial arts choreographer, and a martial arts choreographer with ambition, he had actually had enough. He longed to work with actors like Meng Bai and Su Xintang.

Only they can realize their wildly imaginative designs.

No need for slow motion.

No need to borrow space.

There's no need to cut the lens into tiny pieces.

They could totally do a real long take!
The sense of immersion and realism created by long takes is completely different.

"No, we have to scrap the previous design and start over, redesign it," he suddenly instructed.

"What kind of stuff was that before? Just something to fool kids."

Hearing this, the stuntmen agreed, as the previous design was hardly good.

It's not that I can't design it, but I'm afraid Su Xintang can't do it.

Just then, Wang Ming finally woke up. He looked at the people around him, and after a moment of confusion, he remembered that he seemed to have been punched hard in the chin.

"Who is it? Who attacked me?"

Upon hearing this, those around him nearly burst out laughing.

Upon seeing this, Wang Ming finally remembered that he hadn't been punched.

So he turned his gaze to Su Xintang, who was squatting with Meng Bai.

Then he rolled over and stood up, patted his butt, and tried to save face for the people around him, saying, "I was careless just now and didn't dodge."

"Chi~"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

I can't take it anymore, my brothers are laughing so hard they're about to die.

“That doesn’t count. Let me spar with Miss Xia again.” Wang Ming couldn’t take it anymore. He had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he was knocked unconscious with a single sword strike? Wasn’t that ridiculous?

I must have underestimated my opponent.

It must have just been a coincidence.

I've never heard of anyone being knocked unconscious by a sword.

In fact, it wasn't just Wang Ming who thought this way; other martial arts performers shared the same opinion.

It's normal for a sword to stab or cut someone, but to knock someone unconscious by slapping their chin seems like a coincidence no matter how you look at it.

Of course, whether it's a coincidence or not is not important. Now everyone can see that Su Xintang is definitely a trained practitioner, so it's important to hurry up and find her moves again.

So Zhuo Weihua said, "Go away, who has time to play your nonsense?"

"Brother Zhuo!" Wang Ming was anxious. If he didn't get his revenge, the incident of being knocked unconscious by a woman with a sword would be talked about for the rest of his life. Who could stand that?

Zhuo Weihua understood his meaning, but he couldn't let him act recklessly.

Seeing that Su Xintang and Meng Bai had finished their discussion and were coming over, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Miss Xia, do you know anything else? Aqi, bring over all our weapons and props so Miss Xia can try them out."

"Hey, wait a minute, Teacher Zhuo, you need to put those aside and look for action designs on the farm tools. This is supposed to be a story about returning to one's hometown to cultivate immortality," Meng Bai quickly reminded him.

"Oh right, right, right." Zhuo Weihua patted his head.

He then hurriedly asked, "Mr. Meng, what do you usually practice? Why don't you demonstrate? I'll design a set of movements for you."

"Me?" Meng Bai was taken aback by the question and was about to shake his head and explain that he hadn't arranged any scenes for himself.

But Wang Ming, who was standing next to him, seemed to have found an opportunity and volunteered, "Mr. Meng, let me lend you a hand."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai was about to refuse.

Su Xintang, however, was encouraging him in her mind: "Let's have a fight, it's good to have a fight. How can you cultivate without real combat? With your current reaction speed, hitting him with your sword is like hitting a child. You can get a feel for real combat. When you have free time in the future, I'll fight with you."

　One more chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)