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Chapter 85 Is that all Shaolin Temple has to offer? (Please subscribe)

Hu Weili truly deserves his reputation as a future master of film scores; he completed the score in just three days.

He personally came to the Beijing Film Studio to invite Chen Huaikai, Huang Wenbin, and several others to appreciate the film, but his own place was the Central Conservatory of Music.

Huang Wenbin and several other production team leaders rushed to the concert hall of the Central Conservatory of Music.

Hu Weili stood on the stage, smiling and waving to Huang Wenbin and the others.

"Teacher Hu," Huang Wenbin greeted him quickly.

Chen Huaikai asked impatiently, "Comrade Hu Chuanli, is the music really finished?"

"It's really done!" Hu Weili probably hadn't washed up much for three days, and he looked rather unkempt, but no one present seemed to mind.

Yu Yang said somewhat anxiously, "Then what are we waiting for? Let us hear it!"

"Of course." Hu Weili was also very pleased. It had been a long time since he had been able to concentrate on creating music, so he was very satisfied with this work.

Then, with a dry laugh, he said, "It's all thanks to you that the dean agreed to lend me this concert hall."

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Huang Wenbin and his companions never expected such a grand event. They had thought they were just there to listen to a tape or something, but it turned out to be a live performance.

Before long, the students from the Chinese Music Department arrived one after another, each carrying a traditional Chinese musical instrument and taking their places.

Hu Weili was in the center conducting, with other instruments on the far side.

Huang Wenbin also saw a large drum and an electronic keyboard, what an amazing combination.

Does he remember that China's first electronic remix was the theme song "Yun Gong Xun Yin" from the 1986 TV series "Journey to the West"?

Just as he was still wondering, a burst of rapid drumbeats rang out, and he was immediately pulled into a distant and tragic atmosphere.

The drumbeats grew louder and louder, and then the sounds of the electronic keyboard and erhu were added in very softly.

It seemed as if a crack had appeared in the desolation, or as if a touch of green had emerged from the wildness.

After about thirty seconds, suddenly all kinds of instruments started playing at the same time, and it felt like my ears were going to explode.

Three seconds later, a sirens rang out, instantly silencing all the noise.

The sonar is like a lonely king, dominating everyone's ears and spreading throughout their entire body.

In that instant, Huang Wenbin recalled countless classic soundtracks, including the wit of "Stealing Kung Fu," the heroism of "A Man Should Be Self-reliant," the urgency of "Heroic Spirit," and even the desolation of Chen Xunqi's "Wandering Alone in Heaven and Earth," and the otherworldly feeling of Zhan Hongda's "Passing Through Life."

The short, instrumental piece, just over a minute long, left Huang Wenbin completely numb, as if he had gone through a complete cycle of reincarnation in a magnificent story, feeling both deeply moved and filled with boundless pride.

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Chen Huaikai stood up excitedly and clapped his hands vigorously: "This is truly exhilarating sound and light! How can anyone not love it? This is it! I love it so much!"

Huang Wenbin also likes it very much. Although it is completely different in style from "The Sun Also Rises", it is still a fitting match for this version of "Let the Bullets Fly".

Seeing that the director and screenwriter were satisfied, Hu Weili felt a little smug, thinking that his efforts hadn't been in vain.

"What's the name of this piece?" Huang Wenbin couldn't help but ask.

Hu Weili replied, "I named it 'Sunshine Rising High'."

"A good name," Huang Wenbin exclaimed.

Hu Weili said with a smile, "I've also found someone to sing the 'Suanqiu Song' that you mentioned, Planner Huang."

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"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and finish making the movie!" Huang Wenbin immediately suggested.

With Hu Weili's involvement, composing the film score was no longer a difficult task.

In just five days, Hu Weili had finished producing all the background music for "Let the Bullets Fly".

A few days later, the complete version of "Let the Bullets Fly" was also about to undergo review.

However, the day for Huang Wenbin to depart arrived.

Some staff members have already gone to the foot of Mount Song in Henan in batches. Even Xu Xiaoming, along with the protagonist Zhao Changjun, the female supporting character Lin Quan, the villain Qiu Jianguo, and others, set off before him.

By the time Huang Wenbin set off, it was already January 17th.

However, the weather turned out to be nice.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and the air was crisp.

Huang Wenbin also brought seven or eight people with him, including the female lead Huang Qiuyan, the main villain Qi Tianyuan, as well as Zhen Zidan and Xiong Xinxin.

I departed from Yanjing Station and boarded a train heading south.

The last time he took the train south was to film "Let the Bullets Fly," and Chen Huaikai was in charge of the group.

About six months later, he had become the backbone of the group.

As the train gradually pulled away from the platform, the young people were excited and turned to look out the window.

Although it wasn't their first time traveling far from home, nor their first time riding a train, they couldn't resist their curiosity.

Especially Zhen Zidan, although he has flown on airplanes before, he has really not seen much of the beautiful landscape in China.

This kid is going through puberty and is like a hyperactive monkey; he can't sit still for a moment.

He would ask Huang Wenbin a few questions every now and then, and then bother the older brothers and sisters sitting next to him. Before he knew it, he would run off to another carriage.

Huang Wenbin ignored him and let him jump around as he pleased; he would soon get bored.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Zhen Zidan returned and slumped down next to Huang Wenbin, looking like her battery had been completely drained.

Huang Wenbin rarely had any free time, so he made full use of it to continue writing articles, or rather, copying articles.

Yu Rongguang, who was standing next to him, was completely dumbfounded when he saw Huang Wenbin's writing style, which was so fluent and unadorned.

He had seen other people write; they would sit in a chair, racking their brains for a long time, before finally putting pen to paper. Then they would think for a while, write another paragraph, and so on.

Someone like Huang Wenbin is practically no different from a human typewriter.

Yu Rongguang's impression of this younger brother improved several notches.

I arrived at Zhengzhou Station the next morning.

Huang Wenbin didn't sleep much, but he was still full of energy and seemed unaffected.

On the contrary, Yu Rongguang, Zhen Zidan and the others were a bit tired because it was impossible to fall asleep on the hard seats on the train; they could only doze off.

The result was that the more I slept, the more tired I became, and I was exhausted.

After leaving the train station, the group took a car and headed towards Mount Song.

In those days, the mountain roads were so bad, constantly bumping and jolting. I hadn't eaten much to begin with, and now I felt like I was going to throw up all the acid in my stomach.

Zhen Zidan vomited so badly she felt dizzy and complained to Huang Wenbin, "I fell for your trick! This isn't filming a movie, it's torture!"

As they got closer to Mount Song, Zhen Zidan became excited again.

"Are we almost at Shaolin Temple?" Zhen Zidan clenched her fists excitedly. "Aren't there many martial arts masters on the mountain? Do the monks there all practice Hung Kuen, Tongbei Quan—Arhat Leg, Vajra Leg, Twelve-Road Tan Leg—?"

Although "Shaolin Temple" has not yet been filmed, Hong Kong has produced dozens of films on the theme of Shaolin in recent years.

The other actors also had a strong yearning for Shaolin, because everyone had heard the saying, "All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin."

However, when they arrived at the mountain and saw the Shaolin Temple gate, they were immediately disappointed.

Everywhere you look, there is only ruin.

Is that all there is to Shaolin Temple?

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