sovbooks Chapter 14 This has to be worth the extra money the director added.
Chapter 14 This has to be worth the extra money the director added.
The martial arts instructor demonstrated the moves while instructing the three people.
"Consort Yi, flick your wrist again when you draw your sword. Brother Xiaoming, raise your hand a little higher, yes, that's the height."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Lin Hao.
"Kobayashi, why aren't you moving? You've been watching for ages, why don't you give it a try?"
Everyone else looked over too.
Huang Xiaoming, Liu Yifei, and the surrounding staff.
Lin Hao stood there, sword in hand, motionless.
He is waiting.
Wait until the jumbled information about sword techniques in your mind is finally integrated.
Five seconds.
ten seconds.
then.
He moved.
First sword strike, starting stance.
It may seem like an ordinary sweeping motion, but his wrist rotates slightly at the moment of the sword strike, causing the blade to trace a beautiful arc.
The second strike, a thrust.
Leaning forward and lowering his center of gravity, he pushes off the ground with his right foot while thrusting the sword tip straight forward at a tricky angle.
The speed wasn't fast, but the point of force, angle, and amplitude of each movement were so precise that it was as if they had been measured with a ruler.
And it's not just about precision.
Everyone present could sense that his every move carried something indescribable.
It's not the kind of flashy martial arts performance.
Rather, it was a kind of... murderous intent.
It was faint, but it was definitely there.
It was as if he wasn't holding a prop sword, but a real blade capable of taking lives.
The martial arts instructor was the first to notice this, and his eyelids twitched.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
Only someone who has practiced martial arts for decades can have this kind of instinctive "sharpness," so how could a seventeen-year-old child who has supposedly never learned martial arts possibly have this?
The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...
The movements became increasingly fluid and faster.
Later, the sword drew one silver circle after another in his hand, and the hem of his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.
The final strike, the final movement.
Lin Hao stood firmly, sword tip pointing downwards, his breathing steady.
The entire sword technique, from the beginning to the end, is fluid and seamless.
The set was silent for about three seconds.
Then applause broke out.
The martial arts instructor was the first to clap, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Have you studied martial arts?"
"no."
"No?!" The martial arts instructor's expression went from surprise to disbelief. "The precision of your movements... you couldn't possibly achieve this level without three to five years of training! And the way you generate power... it doesn't seem like a routine, it sounds like you've actually fought."
Lin Hao could only resort to his ever-present excuse again.
"Talent, you know."
The martial arts instructor clearly didn't believe it, but didn't press the matter.
Huang Xiaoming's jaw almost fell off.
"Brother, did you grow up in the Shaolin Temple?"
Liu Yifei was even more exaggerated; her eyes shone like two stars, and the light of admiration almost overflowed.
She has been learning dance since she was a child and has an intuitive aesthetic sense of "physical expression".
The body control that Lin Hao displayed with his sword technique just now completely exceeded her understanding of someone his age.
She used to think that Lin Hao was a very good actor with a deep understanding of his characters.
Now she thinks that Lin Hao might be a monster who can play any role convincingly and even learn martial arts on the spot.
"Brother Lin, you're amazing!" she blurted out, her excitement completely undisguised.
Then he was frozen in place by a single look from Liu Xiaoli.
Liu Xiaoli, standing some distance away, had a much more complex expression.
Looking at her daughter's starry-eyed expression, her alarm bells went off at the highest level.
It's over.
This kid is not only a good actor and a smooth talker, but now he can also wield a sword.
If this continues, my daughter might really be kidnapped.
Director Yu Min also came over and looked Lin Hao up and down.
"What other skills do you have that I don't know about?"
Lin Hao chuckled, his attitude serious.
"Director, this has to be worth the extra money you paid, right? Putting everything else aside, I'm the kind of person who will do exactly what you're paid for!"
Yu Min laughed at these words.
"Okay, you're the most genuine actor I've ever met."
Lin Hao chuckled, but his mind was racing with calculations.
The system's "possession" effect has opened up a whole new world.
If playing Zhen Zhibing allows one to acquire the Quanzhen Sword Technique...
What about playing other roles in the future?
If you play a martial arts master, does that mean you can acquire all of that master's martial arts skills?
If you play a musician, does that mean you acquire the musical skills of that character?
How about playing a race car driver? A surgeon? A math genius?
The more I think about it, the more I realize the unfathomable potential of this system.
Of course, this is all predicated on receiving adequate compensation.
Without sufficient pay, even with the system's blessing, one cannot reach the level of "possession by a ghost."
So, in the end, it all comes down to the same point.
The middleman makes a profit from the price difference.
Only by increasing his salary can he gain more and more.
Acting skills, abilities, experience... everything is tied to money.
In his previous life, Lin Hao was trapped by money.
In this life, he will make money his most powerful weapon.
Thinking of this, Lin Hao's eyes changed.
Huang Xiaoming, who was standing next to him, noticed the change in his expression and curiously leaned closer.
"Hey bro, what are you thinking about? You're smiling so lewdly."
"Nothing much, just thinking about how to make money."
"As an actor, shouldn't you be thinking about how to act well if you want to make money?"
"For me, acting well is making money, and making money is acting well."
Huang Xiaoming paused for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.
"I don't quite understand what you're saying, but it seems to make a lot of sense."
Lin Hao smiled without saying a word.
No one but himself could understand this principle.
However, he didn't have time to think about these things anymore, because the martial arts instructor had already started arranging the next stage of training.
"Alright, you've all gone through the basics. Next, we'll practice the combat routines, the fight scenes from the show."
The martial arts instructor explained while gesturing, "These movements are much more complex than practicing alone. Two people have to coordinate and match the rhythm. If one person is too fast or too slow, they will either miss or actually hit."
"Last year, an accident happened on a film set. Two actors were fighting and their rhythm didn't match. The sword pierced the actor's face and he needed eight stitches."
Huang Xiaoming subconsciously touched his face.
"So when you're practicing, safety first, then perfect your movements, and finally, make it look good. Get through the filming alive first, we'll talk about the rest later."
Although the words are crude, the principle is sound.
Lin Hao nodded, indicating that he understood.
Safety is indeed the top priority.
His face was only recently repaired, and if it gets poked again, it's uncertain whether the system can repair it again.
Besides, his face is what he makes a living.
In his past life, he couldn't make it because of his unattractive appearance. Now that the system has finally fixed him in this life, if something unexpected happens again, it would be like God is playing a cruel joke on him.
However, the story the martial arts instructor told about "requiring eight stitches" did give Lin Hao an idea.
If his swordsmanship truly reaches the precision enhanced by the system, then his control over distance and force when fighting others should also be top-notch.
In other words, it should be safer for someone else to fight him than for someone else to fight.
Because he can precisely control how far his sword will stop in front of his opponent.
Any more would be too far, any less would be too close, just right.
Isn't this the sense of proportion that actors need most?
However, this sense of proportion is not reflected in facial expression management, but in the control of the sword's edge.
Essentially, they all lead to the same goal: ultimate control.