Huayu: Tianxian Qianmeng

Inside the Donglaishun private room, steam rose and the aroma of mutton filled the air.

After a few beers, the atmosphere became lively and slightly tipsy.

"Senior, tell me about your time at Beijing Film Academy," Ling Yuan said, looking at Chen Kun and starting a conversation.

Chen Kun chuckled, took a sip of his drink, and his eyes darted around: "Back then, what I remember most vividly is rehearsing a skit with my classmates in the dorm, staying up all night, and then Teacher Cui coming to catch us with a pointer..."

Everyone laughed and started asking for details, such as whether Huang Xiaoming, Zhao Wei, or others were involved in the skit.

After all, those two were his classmates.

"Huang Xiaoming did, but Zhao Wei didn't. Zhao Wei is a girl, how could she possibly stay up all night in a boys' dormitory?"

Everyone laughed.

Liu Yifei and Shu Chang sat together, close to Ling Yuan. At this moment, she was quietly stirring the orange juice in her glass with a small spoon, her long eyelashes drooping down, like a well-behaved porcelain doll.

"And you, Feifei, what interesting things happened when you were studying abroad?" Ling Yuan asked again.

Today at dinner, Liu Xiaoli was unusually absent, allowing Ling Yuan to chat easily with Liu Yifei without any pressure.

Liu Yifei then talked about her experience in a choir in the United States, which everyone listened to with great interest, asking questions from time to time, but Chen Kun just nodded politely and did not respond.

Although the two later managed to "play their part well," a rift remained between them. Fortunately, Ling Yuan and Shu Chang helped create a lively atmosphere, making things relatively harmonious.

Dong Jie sat diagonally opposite, watching Ling Yuan act as if he were the main character, her lips twitching slightly. She lowered her head to sip her wine, her eyes a little cold.

"Junior brother, come on, let's go out and have a smoke with me." Chen Kun was craving a cigarette, so he got up and patted Ling Yuan.

The two then went outside.

The night breeze outside was slightly cool.

Chen Kun lit a Marlboro for himself and then skillfully flicked one out and handed it to Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan waved his hand: "I really won't smoke, senior brother."

"Come on!" Chen Kun, emboldened by the alcohol, shoved a cigarette into his hand, flicking a lighter close. "The way you taught Liu Yifei to smoke is smoother than my ten-year-old chain smoker technique! What are you pretending for?"

Helpless, Ling Yuan accepted the cigarette with a smile, and the two chatted while puffing away. Of course, Ling Yuan was faking it; he didn't actually inhale it, but rather just blew out smoke rings for fun.

Chen Kun smiled, nudged him, and didn't expose him. As long as his junior brother was willing to play with him, that was fine.

Chen Kun, slightly tipsy from a few drinks, squinted at the distant lights: "Junior brother, look at Dong Jie... what a wonderful girl. Beautiful, hardworking, and with a clean and refined air. Whoever marries her will be so lucky!"

"Wow..." Ling Yuan thought to himself, "Brother, you're getting too into the role, aren't you? This is clearly influenced by the plot."

However, when faced with difficult questions, unsure of how to respond, they simply ignore them and continue blowing smoke rings.

Chen Kun frowned slightly, turned his head to look at him, and, slightly drunk, stubbornly asked, "What? Is what you said wrong, brother?"

Ling Yuan sighed helplessly and said calmly, "Senior brother, she... may not be right for you. There's a long road ahead, and something better is yet to come."

Chen Kun was taken aback, then patted him on the shoulder: "You're still young, you don't understand!"

Ling Yuan shook his head, not bothering to offer further advice. In any case, it was unlikely to be a real relationship between the two. In the future, it would be that Pan kid who would be cuckolded.

……

After filming wrapped on "The Story of Jin Fen", Ling Yuan, Liu Yifei, and Shu Chang finished their work there and began filming "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Hebei Province, a certain county, the filming location for the TV series "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

This film has many outdoor shooting locations, all of which are scenic.

On the dusty dirt road, several tall horses were led over.

Today's scene is about everyone riding horses to Western Xia to propose to the princess.

After all, Western Xia is so far away, and since we are all martial arts practitioners, it's impossible for us to walk there.

At first, the director was worried that everyone would not know how to ride horses, that there would be many takes, and that someone would fall off the horse and get injured.

In fact, several of them were riding horses for the first time, and had never even touched a horse before. For example, Chen Hao, You Tanzhi, and the two swordsmen, Mei and Zhu, were all very nervous.

The first scene is of Duan Yu and Xu Zhu's team, which includes Duan Yu, Xu Zhu, A Zi, You Tanzhi, Mei Jian, Zhu Jian, and the Dali guards.

Of course, they were all real people and horses, and rarely used stunt doubles, unlike the "rocking horse" and "dad's dad is called grandpa" of later generations.

Everyone went to fetch their own horses and prepared to mount them.

Seeing that everyone else was going up, Chen Hao reluctantly followed suit.

"Be careful! If it's your first time riding, don't rush, get a feel for it!" Zhang Da Huzi shouted through a megaphone, his eyes sweeping over the "newbies," his focus lingering on A Zi and the twins playing Mei Jian and Zhu Jian.

Ling Yuan (Xu Zhu) led over a brown horse, patted its neck, and did so with practiced ease.

His monk's robes and horse made his 185cm height appear exceptionally tall and straight, exuding a heroic air amidst his honest and simple demeanor.

Horsemanship? That's just a minor skill.

Back in the years when short videos were all the rage, many girls filmed themselves riding horses, dressed in Hanfu, galloping on horseback with heroic spirit. Although Ling Yuan's short video account wasn't particularly popular, he had already mastered horseback riding to a level that was... well, practically superb.

On the other side, Lin Zhiying (Duan Yu) took a fancy to the tallest black horse. With the help of the staff, he nimbly flipped onto the horse's back in the stirrups, exuding the confidence of a young nobleman: "Giddy up!" He wanted to take it for a spin to get a feel for it.

An unexpected change occurred!

The black horse had run less than three meters when it suddenly reared up and swung its head violently!

Caught off guard, Lin Zhiying was thrown backward, nearly being thrown off! His face paled, and he gripped the reins tightly, slumping awkwardly on the horse's back, crying out, "Ouch! Hold on! Hold on!"

He had actually ridden horses and raced cars before, but he didn't expect this dark horse to be so fierce!

"Whoa—!" Ling Yuan reacted as fast as a leopard, rushing forward in a flash, his hand reaching out with lightning speed to precisely grab the black horse's bridle, his five fingers tightening like iron clamps, while at the same time he shouted in a deep voice, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The irritable black horse was abruptly stopped by him, snorting and pawing the ground restlessly, but dared not move again.

Ling Yuan looked up at the still-shaken Lin Zhiying, his voice steady: "Third brother, are you alright? This horse is too wild. Why don't you ride mine?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the gentle brown horse he had chosen and exclaimed, "My horse has a very good temperament."

Lin Zhiying slid off the horse with lingering fear, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Looking at the wild horse easily subdued by Ling Yuan, then at the docile "Old Huang," she nodded decisively and said, "Okay, okay, let's switch! Thank you, Second Brother!"

That last scare really gave him a fright.

Although the horse he had his eye on was the tallest and most magnificent, and the one he rode looked the best, he simply couldn't control it.

So, it benefited Ling Yuan.

Lin Zhiying ran over and mounted the yellow horse, while Ling Yuan faced the black horse that was still panting.

Before anyone could see what was happening, Ling Yuan pressed down on the saddle with one hand, used his waist and abdomen to propel himself into the air as if he were weightless, and landed steadily on the back of the tall black horse!

They didn't use stirrups or ask for help; their movements were clean and efficient, like flowing water.