Lin Zhimo appeared very early in this drama, but he did not have literary dramas, but he was all fighting scenes, fighting with Qin warriors and Li Lianjie.

"Zhimo, are you okay with making this gun?" Because before Lin Zhimo took on the show, Zhang Yimou had already told Lin Zhimo that he would use a spear in the show, so after the filming officially started, Zhang Yimou asked this.

Lin Zhimo took the gun from the props's hand and weighed it: "No, the weight is OK."

The gun is nearly two meters long and weighs about ten kilograms, and the tip of the gun is not sharp.

Zhang Yimou smiled: "I knew you were a trainer, so I didn't make a fake one for you. I just found you a real gun. According to the master who made this gun, this is a white wax gun. Of course, we will replace the gun head with a bladeless one, otherwise you will be joking if you accidentally hurt anyone."

At this time, Li Lianjie also came over and asked, "Zhimo, how can you really use a gun?"

Li Lianjie's words are not without reason. Among the eighteen weapons commonly mentioned in China, guns are considered to be the one that is difficult to practice. As the saying goes, "The sword of the year, the stick of the moon, the gun for a lifetime", which means the difficulty of practicing guns. It is very difficult for a person to practice guns well.

Lin Zhimo nodded and said, "I learned Xingyiquan from my family. Brother Jie, you also know that Xingyiquan and the big gun have many similarities. Although I am not very proficient, it is still okay to play two of them."

When it comes to martial arts, Lin Zhimo no longer spoke humbly and said these words confidently.

"Okay, since that's the case, how about you show us two?" Zhang Yimou clapped his hands and said loudly.

"No problem." Lin Zhimo said with confidence.

Soon, the news that Lin Zhimo was about to perform guns was spreading in the crew as if he had wings.

"Hey, Ziyi, Lin Zhimo can still know martial arts?" Zhang Manyu, who was chatting with Zhang Ziyi, asked curiously.

"Well, and his kung fu should be pretty good." Zhang Ziyi was also very impressed by Lin Zhimo's habit of practicing boxing every morning. If she were her, she wouldn't be able to hold on.

"Then let's go and have a look." Zhang Manyu's curiosity was also aroused.

Chen Daoming, who was on the other side, stood up when he heard the news and said to Liang Chaowei: "Let's go join in the fun too?"

Liang Chaowei smiled faintly: "Of course."

The same situation happened at the same time in many places in the crew, so more and more people watched the fun. In the end, Lin Zhimo had to leave the crew and came to a small square outside.

The Qin Palace where Lin Zhimo and others are now located was specially built by Zhang Yimou to photograph the "hero". It cost several million yuan. The small square in front of him was built together, with an area of ​​just the size of a football field. The ground was covered with blue stone bricks.

Lin Zhimo came to the center of the square to stand firm. He held a spear in his right hand. His eyes seemed to be open, but his whole body seemed to be a sharp sword that was out of his body, and his whole body exuded a breathtaking momentum.

The momentum is relatively lingering. It cannot be seen or touched but can be felt. Not only those high-ranking and powerful figures have momentum, but even the street folks also have momentum, but it is not so conspicuous and difficult to feel.

However, this kind of aura that is not common to ordinary people is very common to actors such as Lin Zhimo. Because of work requirements, they always play various different roles. If they want to play the essence of the role, they must interpret the aura that the character is. Either majestic, calm, cunning, or honest, each different character has a different momentum.

Now Lin Zhimo's aura is the aura of a warrior, which belongs to the indomitable momentum unique to those who practice martial arts.

Now the audience on the side can feel the aura that is constantly emanating from Lin Zhimo, but few people can explain the exact thing, and the ones who feel the deepest are undoubtedly Li Lianjie and martial arts director Cheng Xiaodong.

The two of them looked at each other and were deeply shocked in each other's eyes.

Because Li Lianjie learned martial arts when he was young and later became an actor, he had a deep feeling about Lin Zhimo's aura; and Cheng Xiaodong himself was also a martial arts trainer from a martial arts family. Later, he served as a martial arts director for many years and was knowledgeable. He also had a strong feeling about Lin Zhimo's temperament.

It is precisely because the two know each other that they are more shocking than the others.

"Extremely great, great..." Cheng Xiaodong murmured to himself.

Zhang Yimou, who was standing by, didn't hear what Cheng Xiaodong was saying clearly, and asked, "Cheng Zhi, what were you saying?"

Cheng Xiaodong pointed at Lin Zhimo and said, "Director, just watch it slowly. This young man will definitely give you a surprise!"

Zhang Yimou was a little puzzled when he heard this, and subconsciously focused his eyes on Lin Zhimo, who was standing in the middle of the square, like a thousand-year-old pine.

Just when Zhang Yimou wanted to continue asking clearly, Lin Zhimo moved!

It moves like the wind!

Lin Zhimo suddenly retreated with his right hand, and the spear in his hand also retreated, and the tip of the spear drew an arcuate track. At the same time, his left hand also grabbed the place where his right hand was holding, and his hands turned, and the spear in his hand suddenly turned into a rapidly rotating windmill.

"Huhuhu".

The sound of the spear turning and cutting through the air became louder and louder, which made everyone watching the fun subconsciously take two steps back, fearing that Lin Zhimo would accidentally get rid of the spear and hurt him.

The big gun in Lin Zhimo's hand danced faster and faster, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. He saw him slashing and stabbing. A seven-foot spear sometimes looked like a poisonous dragon coming out of water, sometimes like a butterfly, sometimes like a planting of an old tree. The tip of the spear was sometimes thorny, sometimes circled, sometimes point, sometimes pounced, sometimes wrapped, sometimes held, like a ball of dancing horses.

"Storm Pear Blossom Gun!"

I don’t know who said this suddenly, which caused everyone present to nod. Isn’t that the case? Now Lin Zhimo is like an old tree, and the dancing spear tip is like snow-white pear blossoms.

After a long time, Zhang Yimou realized and said to Cheng Xiaodong: "This kid, even if he participated in the national martial arts competition, he might still win the championship?"

Cheng Xiaodong shook his head: "It's not only not stopping, but the national champion may not be of this level either!"

Li Lianjie, who once won the national competition championship, nodded and said, "Guide Cheng is right. Even the national championship was just like this."

At this time, Lin Zhimo in the field had also finished practicing. He suddenly jumped high from the air, shouted loudly, and the spear in his hand turned into a silver light and slashed to the ground!

"Bang"!

A loud noise shocked the audience's ears, and some even covered their ears in fear. After all, the sound was too huge, as if it could smash the huge rock under its feet.

"good!"

"pretty!"

"So handsome!"

I don’t know who took the lead and shouted, and a shocking cheer came, and warm applause began to sound.

Lin Zhimo, standing in the middle of the audience, clasped his fists like an ancient man, bowed to all directions, and smiled: "Thank you for your applause. Those who have money can support you, and those who have no money can support you, thank you!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone was immediately amused by Lin Zhimo's funny behavior.

"Okay, okay, do whatever you should do, don't surround me!" Zhang Yimou spoke at this time.

Lao Touzi was still very powerful, so the people who were originally surrounded by the square began to slowly retreat in three or three. When he left, he kept praising Lin Zhimo's performance so wonderfully.

"Not bad, Lin Zhimo, are you interested in being a martial arts coach with me?" Cheng Xiaodong came to Lin Zhimo and asked with a smile.

Before Lin Zhimo could speak, he heard Zhang Yimou laugh and scolding: "Get out, the actor I worked hard to find was abducted by you in one sentence?"

Lin Zhimo also smiled and said, "If I have no movies in the future, I will definitely go to Cheng Zhi. Then don't refuse Cheng Zhi."

Although Lin Zhimo was born in martial arts, Cheng Xiaodong also knew that Lin Zhimo would never be willing to do any martial arts coaching with him. After all, it was so glorious to be an actor, so he smiled and stopped caring.

...

Lin Zhimo's martial arts performance in the square was quickly spread. After all, there were as many as hundreds of audiences at that time, and Zhang Yimou did not strictly prohibit everyone from spreading it afterwards, so the media soon reported the incident.

In fact, as early as when Lin Zhimo became famous, some people questioned whether Lin Zhimo really knew how to do Kung Fu. After all, Lin Zhimo said more than once in an interview that he practiced Xingyiquan in his family, but the discussion about whether Lin Zhimo could do martial arts has never stopped for so many years.

This time, Lin Zhimo's gun dancing in front of everyone's eyes can be said to have largely dispelled the public's doubts about Lin Zhimo's lack of martial arts, but there are still a small number of people who insist that it is impossible to completely prove that Lin Zhimo can do martial arts without videos.

Since the last time Lin Zhimo played a supporting role was developed on the Internet, Lin Zhimo gradually began to pay attention to his evaluation on the Internet. Now seeing that everyone seems to be very concerned about whether he can be martial, Lin Zhimo had an idea with a clue.

"Sister Xiaowan, hello, I have one thing I want you to consult for me... Yes, please ask me if Mr. Ma can help me open a blog, yes, it's a blog... OK, it's okay, goodbye."

Because Lin Zhimo owns 20% of the shares in Tencent, but he has no time to manage it himself, so he wants to find someone to help him exercise shareholder rights. Huo Xiwen recommends Xue Xiaowan to Lin Zhimo. Lin Zhimo naturally knows Xue Xiaowan's work ability for so many years in the Chinese company, so he agrees that Xue Xiaowan will live in Tencent, Pengcheng City now.

Blogs have gradually become popular abroad, but few people are heard of in China. It is not that no one is willing to write, but that no company is willing to operate because it is unprofitable.
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