fantasy blockbuster era

Chapter 67
"Snapped!"

The whip whipped in the air, making a crisp crackling sound.

In a small county town not far from Haihua, in the leisure square next to a community called Nanhai Garden, there was a man in his 50s wearing a white training uniform, waving a long whip in his hand and lashing it around.

He whipped several times in a row, making the air crackle.

"Old Zhang has something."

"Lao Zhang's whip is strong enough."

"I heard that his son made a TV series about martial arts. Maybe he really met an expert and asked him to learn a few tricks."

There was a large space around the man, and several onlookers were talking about it.

Lao Zhang—that is, Zhang Yijiang, Zhang Yang's father.

Zhang Yijiang whipped a few times, he felt a little tired at first, and was about to stop and take a rest.

As a result, he heard these old friends who often played leisure sports in the square like him brag beside him. He was secretly proud of himself, and forced to flick the whip a few more times, and he didn't stop until he was a little short of breath.

Seeing him stop, the people around him gathered together.

One of them held a sword in his hand and was wearing a Tai Chi costume that old people in the park often wear. An old man who seemed to be in his 60s came up and asked a question.

"Old Zhang, have you practiced to the bright stage mentioned in the recent popular TV series?"

There was a hint of admiration in the old man's eyes, and his tone of voice implied envy.

Zhang Yijiang took a big sip of water from the water bottle he carried with him from the open space next to him, then picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, and said triumphantly: "Hey, you have a bit of vision, but I'm far from Ming Jin." A little bit, but it can be regarded as touching the threshold.”

"Isn't it?"

"Really?"

"Amazing, old Zhang."

After listening to his words, the people around made incredible remarks.

An old man vowed: "I said, Lao Zhang must have been instructed by an expert, otherwise how could he be able to practice to this level at such an old age?"

"I don't know if he can teach us, alas."

"It's difficult. It's been said on TV that many people only teach true martial arts to their relatives and friends, and don't teach it to outsiders."

"Well, what you said makes sense. His son must have paid a lot of money to help him find a real expert."

"We're afraid we won't have this chance."

This group of elderly people are all from the south. After retirement, most of them practice health-preserving routines such as tai chi and tai chi sword. How can anyone come into contact with the whip that the northerners practice more?

So no one can know at all, but it is very common for whips to make a crisp sound in the air.

Amidst the envy of the people around, Zhang Yijiang packed his things and walked slowly towards the house.

On the way home, I was still thinking about how I could train my body to the point where my shots sound like playing with a whip.

Zhang Yijiang liked to read martial arts novels very much when he was a child, and later he went to a martial arts school to study for a year. Under his precepts and deeds, Zhang Yang also liked martial arts culture very much. Later, as martial arts gradually declined, he turned around and fell in love with fantasy novel.

Zhang Yijiang is half of the credit for Zhang Yang's present appearance.

Originally, at his age, it was not time to retire yet, but after Zhang Yang sent a large sum of money back to his family, he simply resigned and lived an early retirement life.

Back home, Zhang Yijiang saw his wife was cooking in the kitchen, and at the same time came out from time to time to watch the blind date show on TV.

"You cook well, I changed the channel!"

He didn't watch the two updated episodes of Dragon Snake 2 last night because his wife wanted to watch variety shows.

At this time, when I go home, I see my wife is cooking and watching TV.

Zhang Yijiang just sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and changed the channel, and there happened to be a replay of Dragon Snake 2 on it.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Yang's mother Liu Zhen came out of the kitchen and said angrily: "What channel should I change to? I can't stand it! Change it back quickly."

Zhang Yijiang was quite dissatisfied, and yelled: "You cook when you cook, why do you watch TV? You watched it last night. I didn't even see the TV my son filmed. Now I want to watch the rerun!"

"Look at the replay, what's so interesting about fighting and killing, just like you!" Liu Zhen put down the dishes, rushed out from the kitchen, and grabbed the remote control: "Yangyang said that the company is on holiday today, so he drove home. You go downstairs and wait for someone."

"He has lived here for so many years, and he still doesn't know how to get home? Do you want me, this old man, to pick him up?"

Zhang Yijiang was still yelling non-stop, trying to grab the remote control back: "I didn't watch it last night, can't I watch it now?"

"are you going?"

Liu Zhen was wearing an apron, holding the spatula in one hand and the remote control in the other, staring angrily.

With decades of experience in getting along with each other, Zhang Yijiang knew that there was no need to fight anymore.

The whole person faltered: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll go."

I went out and took the elevator downstairs, and walked slowly in the community. As soon as I reached the gate, I saw my son getting off a limousine.

"dad."

"How did you get down?"

Not far away, Zhang Yang called out.

Xuan Yu had his annual vacation yesterday, and the Haihua City where he lives is not far from the small county where his family lives. He asked the driver to go back to celebrate the New Year, and drove for 3 hours to come back for the New Year.

Seeing his son, Zhang Yijiang was very happy, he even forgot the unhappiness just now, and hurriedly asked: "Son, is it true that you filmed the Romance of the Dragon and Snake?"

"I think it's well-organized and everything is explained. Do you think our country really has such a master?"

Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry when he was asked, he took out the gift for the second elder from the trunk and said, "It's all fake, it's for filming, didn't I call you several times to tell you?"

"Why is it fake?" Zhang Yijiang was a little anxious: "I think what is said in it is very reasonable, such as Mingjin, Anjin, Baguazhang, and Xingyiquan, they are clear and logical."

Zhang Yang had no choice but to explain to him: "I've already talked about filming. If you speak well, you will attract the audience even more!"

Zhang Yijiang was extremely suspicious: "Really? You didn't lie to me?"

"real!"

The two walked home side by side.

For a short distance, Zhang Yijiang still didn't believe it. He always felt that what the dragon and snake said was true, otherwise how could everything be explained?

Moreover, during this period of time, he practiced on TV by himself, and he really felt much better.

It was useless for Zhang Yang to explain again and again, Zhang Yijiang was still dubious.

After walking for a few minutes, the two returned home.

Liu Zhen in the kitchen heard the door opening, hurried out of the kitchen, greeted him enthusiastically, took the things in his hands and put them away, muttering: "I have everything at home, why are you buying these, it's a waste of money."

"Mom, this is a little thought from my son."

Facing his parents, Zhang Yang rarely relaxes.

No need to maintain the image of the president anymore, he casually pulled on a pair of slippers, went to the kitchen and picked up a piece of tender chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, puffing his mouth: "It's still delicious, it doesn't smell like this outside."

Liu Zhen put the dishes on the table, came back to the kitchen and saw how he was stealing meat, and patted him with a smile: "It's still the same, it's so dirty, wash your hands quickly, and get ready to eat."

Zhang Yang cheerfully went to wash his hands, and helped his mother serve the dishes.

The family of three happily sat at the dinner table and had dinner.

(End of this chapter)