Chapter 72

The crew of galanyu finally started the set.

According to Tian Dao, he plans to restore a Jialan Temple 1:1 on that hill, or small earth slope, and then build a mini version of Luoyang Ancient Street along the lake.

And some shots in the later stage of the film also began to be shot synchronously.

According to Director Tian, he plans to shoot the film from the back to the front.

That is to say, first from Luoyang, which was deserted in troubled times, and then from Luoyang in prosperous times.

Although some worried that this guy would spend all his budget on the scenery, Hao Yun thought that he would not have to spend money on his own anyway, so he went with him.

Soon it turned to early October.

A month has passed since he stepped into the campus of Jiangda with his suitcase.

And what should come will come after all, and you can't escape

"Get up and get dressed."

Hearing the noise coming from the door of the dormitory, Lao Zheng, who stayed up all night last night, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Clothes? What clothes? "

He left a large bag on the ground, and Lao Zhu bared his teeth and wiped his sweat.

"Clothes for military training! What else could it be? "

Lao Zheng said with a bitter face, "can we not discipline him?"

Liang Ziyuan glanced at him.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Military training is an old tradition of Xia state. As a top school in the middle of Xia, Jiangda is particularly strict.

Unless it's like Xu xiaoruan with a bandage on his hand, he can't escape a cold.

Hao Yun didn't participate in the three people's topic.

Because just now, lying on the bed, he crushed the memory fragment which was exchanged by 25 million yuan. The memory, which was like a torrent of torrents, almost didn't knock him out. He was confused for a long time before he came back to himself.

[unlocking memory · novel: the story of Shushan swordsman]

“……？”

Why did you pick up a novel?

"Brother Yun, what size do you want? I've got all the clothes. I'll pick them while we have all kinds of sizes. "

Lao Zhu's voice came from under the bed, which interrupted Hao Yun's thoughts.

Glancing at the bundle of woven bags on the ground, he said casually.

"Give me the biggest one."

Hearing the answer from the bed, Zhu Kening was stunned and asked: "the biggest one? XXL？ Are you sure? "

This size can be worn as long sleeves, right?

"I'll have an L size one." Lao Zheng was rather diligent. As soon as he heard it, he ran down from the bed.

At that time, when the book was published, it seemed that this guy was the most active.

"It's not too hot in October. It's mainly sun drying. When the time comes, you'll know why you choose a bigger one."

"Hiss, it seems reasonable for you to say that..." Zheng Xueqian hesitated for a while, lost the dress in his hand and took a big one, "then I'll be XXL, too. Where are the shoes? Do you want a bigger size? "

"It's better than the smaller one."

"Won't it come loose?"

"Don't worry, your feet will swell in the back. And you'll know when it comes to padding. "

"Lying trough," Zheng Xueqian's face slightly changed, "is it so miserable?"

Zhu Kening coughed: "don't scare Lao Zheng. I heard it's not so scary, just a little tired."

Hao Yun sighed: "I hope so."

To be honest, he has participated once in his previous life, and he really doesn't want to participate in this life. What does it mean to exercise willpower and cultivate collective consciousness for half a semester? Maybe it won't take three months. What should we do.

The only use, probably is to close the relationship between the students in the class.

After all, to the University, the distance between people is really far. Maybe after four years of class together, I can't remember this person with my graduation photo. It's also possible.

But then again, even if we know each other, what can we do?

Hao Yun vaguely remembers that after his graduation, he never saw his roommate again.

It's not entirely emotional.

The main thing is that everyone is too busy

"How do you know that?"

See lying on the other side of the bed Liang Ziyuan looked at his side, stop remembering the fragmented memory of Hao Yun thought, casually said.

"Online."

I don't know whether I believe it or not. Liang Ziyuan didn't continue to ask, but Zhu Kening and Lao Zheng exchanged their eyes, and his face was full of the words "don't believe it".

"I don't believe it, do you?"

"I don't believe it, either!"

"Learn from my brother, I tell you, military training is very hard. You must choose a bigger dress."

"Oh, I hate it."

This "ah", almost to Lao Zheng's life, saw him as if eating a bad stomach like bow, smile of the eye excrement are squeezed out.

"Lao Zhu, you... Ha ha ha, I can't do it. I almost finished the meal for you the next night."

Zhu Kening said with a smile: "it's the same with each other."

Liang Ziyuan: "poof."

Hao Yun

Grass!

These dogs are endless!

……

After a lot of noise, the military training clothes were finally finished.

Lao Zhu pulls on Lao Zheng, and the two go to other dormitories with their woven bags.

There is a monitor in the dormitory. I think that's all right. No matter what the score is, it's the first choice.

But Hao Yun didn't care about it.

After all, he owes 15 million, and he cares about just a set of clothes and a pair of shoes?

He didn't get out of bed from the beginning to the end. He was tightly closed his eyes and focused on searching the memory previously unlocked from the system.

Good guy, it's Shushan swordsman!

Hao Yun hasn't figured out how to realize the three memories he unlocked before, but now he's unlocking a powerful thing.

According to his vague memory, this novel, written in the period of Ming and Guo, is not simple.

Wen Ruian commented that it has brought martial arts novels into a realm of sword immortality and fantasy with its unrestrained imagination. Ni Kuang called it "the world", but the length of the four million words is too long. It took him a lot of time just to quickly review the unlocked memory from beginning to end.

He opened his eyes in disbelief. Hao Yun, who still had some pain in the back of his head, muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"It's incredible... It's like reciting the whole book."

Although the martial arts novel market of Xia kingdom is also very prosperous in this lifetime, it has evolved numerous writing schools and various kinds of creative ideas are in full bloom, but think about it carefully

It seems that there is no immortal?

Even if Wang Xingkai's previous script mixed some settings such as gods and Buddhas in the background, it only focused on the rendering of mysticism instead of the concept of cultivation.

In short, God is God, and the boundary between man and God is insurmountable.

Gao Wu's world outlook makes his martial arts to the extreme. He can defeat thousands of people and defeat thousands of troops. He is just a powerful individual.

No one seems to think about integrating into martial arts novels such as splitting mountains and rivers with a sword, boiling the sea with a wave, snapping at the stars and breaking up the sky.

If this book is restored, it can really bring a different inspiration to Xia's martial arts novels.

At that time, if it inspires one or two great writers to reap a wave of attribute points, it will be blood earning!

At the thought of this, Hao Yun, paralyzed on the bed, breathed excitedly.

"In any case, being idle is also idle. Take time to write some during military training..."

The whole book is in my head.

There is no trouble in plot design and sentence selection.

The only limit to him is hand speed.

As for the other reward of the mission - the gem of doom

Hao Yun hasn't figured out where to use it yet.

Although I'm curious about how powerful this thing is, it's not kind to find anyone to do experiments.

Hao Yun himself is a relatively Buddhist, and he seldom forms feuds in his life.

If he can, he hopes that the thing will always lie in his belongings, and he'd better never have a chance to use it