I'm not just an action star

The house that Yang Shu helped Wu Long rent was two bedrooms, one living room, one bedroom, and Wu Long's office. Yang Shu worked in the living room.

Knowing that Wu Long came back from filming, she came to report to Wu Long this day.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the house, he saw that Wu Long had moved all the furniture out of the office.This made Yang Shu confused, not knowing what happened.

"I want to broadcast storytelling live."

"Live storytelling?" Yang Shu couldn't figure out why Wu Long did this. "Pingshu is not read by anyone now, and there is no market and popularity."

"No, even if you broadcast storytelling live, why did you move the furniture?"

"My storytelling is different." Wu Long explained. "It's just in time for you to come. I need some background material for my live broadcast. You can help me to shoot it. Just shoot trees, grass, woods, rocks, rivers, water surfaces, all kinds of things."

"Green screen virtual background?"

"Correct."

"My storytelling is different. I know martial arts. When it comes to fighting, I will perform martial arts here."

Yang Shu probably guessed what Wu Long meant, nodded and said, "All right, I'll go right away."

She is a tool person, at least that's how she defines herself.The borrowed money is her salary here.

She doesn't have many suggestions for Wu Long's development.Whether it can work or not, you will know after trying it.

Just like she ran the insurance sales business, even if she knew the chances were slim, she still had to try.Try it, it's possible.If you don't try, you don't even have a chance.

Yang Shu went to shoot the material, and Wu Long looked at the room, thinking about the storytelling scene in his mind.

In addition to customizing a table, costumes are also made.Taoist clothes, ordinary ancient clothes.There are also weapons, mainly short weapons in the room, and they are placed under the table that talks about storytelling.

When it comes to the highlights, "snap" the gavel, push the table with pulleys away, and at the same time pull out the weapon from under the table to start the practice.

However, looking around, I still feel that the room is a bit small and cannot be used.

It was originally a residential house, and the room was just that big.No matter how empty you are, it's no problem to punch with your bare hands.Performing with weapons and jumping up and down, it seems to be tied up.

He picked up the phone, called Yang Shu, and asked if there was a bigger place for the live broadcast.Yang Shu said she called to ask.

Call Chu Jian again and ask him to help find a place.

In a place like the imperial capital, every inch of land is very expensive, and there are bigger places, but the price is just expensive.It is used to shoot live broadcasts, or to experiment with new formats. If no one watches and likes it, then it will be a big loss.

After much deliberation, it is better to try the broadcast at home first and see the situation.

Costumes, wigs, props and weapons can be purchased online directly.When the ordered table was moved back, the costumes, props and weapons purchased online were also sent one after another.

Because Yang Tiexin was using an iron gun, Wu Long thought about it and bought a martial arts gun for performance.

Everything was ready, and at eight o'clock in the evening, he started the broadcast on time.

Because he had made a notice on Weibo, saying that the live broadcast will be tonight, and the content is absolutely unusual, so he hasn't started the broadcast yet, and the popularity of the black screen in the live broadcast room has already reached 10,000+ popularity.

When the live broadcast started, everyone saw that there was only one table in the camera, with a screen and an opera theater in the background.The two large characters of "storytelling" on the screen are clearly eye-catching.

Barrage:

"What about people?"

"Is this a background loaded with a green screen?"

"Didn't step on a beer bottle?"

"Stepping on a beer bottle on the table?"

"Didn't you see the word Pingshu?"

"Kung Fu King changed to Pingshu?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Pingshu? It's boring, let's go."

I saw Wu Long walking out from one side, and said in a low, middle and bass male voice as he walked:

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and a night of cold north wind. The sky is full of snow, and thunder shakes the mountains and rivers. Better to be a dog of peace than to be a man in troubled times. What is the righteousness of a chivalrous man? Protect your hometown for the country!"

After finishing the opening poem, Wu Long happened to come to the back of the table, picked up the gavel and slapped it down hard.

"Snapped!"

"Good evening, my friends!"

"Tonight I will tell you a martial arts story "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

"As the saying goes, a great hero serves the country and the people. The story in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" tells the story of a hero serving the country and the people."

"This story is divided into three parts, the first part is called "Iron Blood and Heart"!"

"Tonight I will talk for the first time. The wind and snow turn into disasters. Good people don't know the hearts of evil people."

"It is said that during a certain Song Dynasty, there was a village outside Lin'an, the capital, called Niujia Village. Next to Niujia Village, there was the mighty Qiantang River, which flowed day and night without rest, and flowed eastward into the East China Sea."

Wu Long raised his hand and made a movement of water flowing on his chest.

Yang Shu operated from the side, changing the background to Jiang He's field.

"Autumn went to winter, and it got colder every day. The north wind howled in the middle of the night, and the sky was full of snow."

The background was changed to a wild snow scene, and special effects snow fell.

"On the second day, the snow didn't stop, and it fell even more heavily. It covered the sky like goose feathers, Qiongyao scattered on the ground, and it fell to a vast expanse of whiteness."

"There are two families in Niujia Village. One family is named Guo, Guo Xiaotian, and his wife Li Ping."

"This Guo Xiaotian is not an ordinary person. He is the descendant of the hero of Liangshanbo, Sai Rengui Guo Sheng. He uses the halberd technique handed down in his family, but it turns the long into short, and turns the single into double."

Barrage:

"Haha, Brother Long can't play a decent role in "Water Margin", change to the sequel of "Water Margin"?"

"It can be seen that Brother Long still has resentment towards those who opposed him playing Ximen Qing, and he can't let it go."

"Could it be that Brother Long's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is about Wu Song's descendants?"

"I think they are descendants of Ximen Qing, haha!"

Wu Long couldn't see the barrage, so he continued talking about storytelling.

"Another family, surnamed Yang, named Tie Xin. His wife's name is Bao Xiruo."

Barrage:

"Not a descendant of Ximen Qing?"

"Not a descendant of Ximen Qing, bad review!"

"Not a descendant of Ximen Qing, let's go!"

The background was changed to two thatched cottages, with trees and mountains behind them, giving it a mountainous atmosphere.

"This Yang Tiexin is also not an ordinary person. Speaking of his background, he is even more amazing than Guo Xiaotian."

"he is the one!"

"A subordinate of the famous anti-gold general Yue Fei, a descendant of the famous anti-gold general Yang Zaixing!"

"Both are descendants of loyalty. After the fall of the north, the two lived in the rivers and lakes. They became friends with Jinlan after eight worships. They moved to live in Niujia Village together and became neighbors to each other."

Barrage:

"interesting."

"Brother Long's storytelling is in rhythm and rhythm, which is very flavorful."

"I didn't expect Brother Long to be able to play, sing, and talk about storytelling!"

Wu Long made a straightforward move.

"Then Yang Tiexin was touched by the heavy snowfall, and wanted to invite Guo Xiaotian and his wife next door to drink and enjoy the snow at night."

"He took two big gourds and went to the tavern at the head of the village to sell wine. Unexpectedly, the tavern was closed. He looked in from the window and saw a thick layer of dust on the table."

"Yang Tiexin thought to himself, he hadn't been to the village for a few days, and the owner of the tavern, Qu San, had been away for a few days. Reminiscing about some past events, his heart sank, and he thought to himself that nothing happened to Qu San. .”

"It's not open here, so Yang Tiexin had to brave the wind and snow and go to Hongmei Village, five miles away, to buy wine. By the way, he bought a chicken and went home, and asked his wife Bao Xiruo to kill it and cook."

"Bao Xiruo is the daughter of a teacher in a private school in Hongmei Village. She has been married to Yang Tiexin for less than two years. She is beautiful and virtuous, and she can do housework quickly. Put chicken, cabbage, tofu, and vermicelli in a bowl. In a big earthen jar, boil it over charcoal fire. Cut a plate of cured fish and cured meat, and the dish is ready, invite Guo Xiaotian and his wife next door to come over to drink and enjoy the snow."