Thank you Master for not killing [Sword Three]

"Susu, I won an award again. It was commented in the report that I am the best drama genius in a century." Holding the phone, Dao Jing read the comments above.

Every time he comes back with an award, Daojing will report in detail to the young man in the wheelchair like a child showing off his achievements to his parents.

After learning that the other party was backlashed by the contract and would no longer have a sense of autonomy, Dao Jing was almost devastated and fell silent.

But after seven days of silence, Daojing pushed open the door, resigned to Adelaide, and left the manor.

I didn't see you for a year, but when I came back, I already held the Golden Bear trophy in my hand, and the glory returned.

Every year, Dao Jing would spend a few days at Campbell Manor to visit the unconscious Su Che. Even if the other party didn't respond at all, he would patiently report his current situation to the other party.

This habit was maintained until Daojing turned gray.

Even though he is now 70 years old, Daojing still refuses to accept his old age. He collaborated with Meredith in an action drama. In the drama, he still played with a group of young boys, drag racing, gun battles, and blasting. .

It is precisely because of Dao Jing's outstanding performance that he has added another Oscar statuette.

When the award presenter asked Dao Jing: "You are 70 years old, what kind of secret is it that supports you to maintain such a young mind and strong energy?"

At that time, Dao Jing didn't answer right away, but after a long silence, he asked without thinking, "Now... should I count it as a success?"

The host was also very surprised, and then kept a professional smile and said: "Of course, you are the Chinese actor who has won the most Grand Slam awards in the past century. Your achievements are obvious to all."

so……

He didn't live up to the other party's expectations.

He did it.

Except for the few days when he visited Su Che, Daojing was almost non-stop throughout the year, either fighting on the set or on his way to the set.

He has nothing to do with romanticism, false fame and flashy. He dedicated his whole life to his acting career, keeping a low profile.Its outstanding reputation is the pride of the Chinese people, and its professionalism and superb acting skills have also been unanimously recognized by overseas people.

Back then, Su Che's shortbreads were long-term lovers, and most of them later merged into Daojing's fan group. It was also very pleasant to joke with Daojing's frigid fans every day. Huantuozao is in charge of invigorating the atmosphere, and Jingjing (collectively referred to by Daojing fans) is happy together with the rhythm of the shortbread.

Originally, the management was relatively rigid at the beginning, and he wanted to rectify the atmosphere of the foreign shortbread that did not conform to his authentic temperament. As a result, Daojing actually called the cue to the shortbread on his birthday.

Daojing: Happy Birthday @苏大王，@炜饼全球Aftersales Department

Suddenly being named, the flattered Shortcake Fentou immediately replied to Daojing: Happy birthday, little brother Daojing!

Daojing also replied in seconds: Happy together, thank you!

As for other celebrities, Daojing is rarely so patient and polite. After observing for a long time, the managers have tasted it. This seems to be... the attitude towards family members and children!

So this group of overly active fans is actually a family?What should I do with my family?Of course you have to spoil it!

That's why there is such a strange scene in the entertainment circle. It's been many years since the masters of the crispy pancakes quit the circle, but they are still active in the eyes of the world. At the same time, they go out in groups and follow the fans of Daojing's family They are coquettish and cute all day long, and the attitude of Daojing fans is also very loving, but all true fans dote on Shortbread, and share any first news with Shortbread. It is really strange that the two fans kowtow to Daojing together It's weird.

Even because of this phenomenon, some people wrote the same humanities of the two major fan groups, and after a long time, it became popular and became a popular tag.

Although Daojing doesn't take variety shows and can't learn about Daojing's personal life from the show, the sharp-eyed Jing Jing knows that Daojing will fly to the United States during the Chinese New Year every year no matter how busy he is.

Some media speculated whether Dao Jing had settled and married abroad long ago, but Dao Jing refused to respond.

Although most of Jingjing's fans are rational and there is no such phenomenon that idols lose their fans after they get married, they still care about this topic.

Daojing didn't respond, but there was an event on Weibo that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Meredith: Although I don't want to admit it, every year when Dao Jing disappears, he spends his days at my house, smiling.jpg And Dao Jing actually replied: It's not your house, it's Su Che's house.

As soon as the news came out, both fans were shocked.

"So the reversing cp is real?!"

"It's true, you see, my brother admitted it! I went to his house, my son's house to celebrate the New Year!

"Shocked! I suddenly had an idea. Jimei, do you still remember the dispute between the kitsch CP and the reversing CP? I extremely suspect that it was the brother-in-law who made things difficult for my brother-in-law →_→"

"Don't talk about it, I often hear Director Mei complain about Daojing, but I will still cooperate with Daojing in the future. After all, my brother's family has to bear it. No matter how angry or disgusted, I still have to listen to my brother and live in peace with each other. Thinking of this scene I just want to die laughing"

"Ham, since I'm going to my son's house for the New Year, I don't worry about it~"

"The unscrupulous tabloid media continue to report, but I hope the entertainment tabloids will report on the hidden beauty in the golden house who is married and has a son. I have nothing to fear!"

"Sisters in front wake up! It's a pity that male and female Dafa can't give birth! ∧Wake up quickly!"

"I don't want to wake up anymore, I also think the topic of hidden marriage and having a child is very sweet 2333"

The fusion of the fans of the two families is indeed a great spectacle, and it even developed to the end, the fans of Meredith, Su Che, and Dao Jing all formed into one faction and no longer distinguish between you and me.

Even though Meredith will yell out from the air every now and then, it seems that there will be a bloody fight, but...

In the words of fans, it is: Brother, you can just rest, people are so clean that they don't care about you.

What's even worse is: I bet three packs of spicy strips, Director Mei will be crying and begging Daojing to make his new film later.

And this sentence often comes true.

Without him, there are really not many good actors who can combine acting skills, military strength, professionalism, and liver emperor level like Dao Jing these days.

Every time Meredith has a novel idea, he has to rely on Daojing's extremely tense textbook acting skills to express it, so no matter how angry or annoying he is, this person will harass Su Che every year. He still had to show his old face and yell Dao Jing to join the group.

As for Daojing's side, he had a completely indifferent attitude. If there is a good film, he will shoot it, and if there is no good film, he will rest assured and prepare for the next job.

It is precisely because of Daojing's almost self-abuse ascetic style that he has established his status as an international superstar in the world.

In the end, I didn’t even need to say much. Whenever I heard about Daojing’s movie or TV series, I would obediently stand in front of the screen and enjoy her performance without even thinking about it. After ten years of hard work, he not only has high demands on himself, but also carefully selects scripts for each work. Even when encountering unreasonable demands from investors, he will not hesitate, and directly contact Qin Yao with a phone call to solve the problem, so as to make more money. way to prevent capital from persecuting excellent scripts.

Therefore, directors who want to make good works are willing to cooperate with Daojing. Daojing also pursues high-quality scripts. With healthy cooperation, the word Daojing has become a living sign of good works in the eyes of the audience.

Other artists may join this circle for livelihood or for fame.

But Dao Jing is different from others, he has only one goal from the beginning to the end, that is to fulfill that person's expectation, reach the peak and become a well-deserved king.

At this moment, leaning against the wheelchair, looking at the scenery outside the window with Su Che.

He stretched out his hand and took the slightly pale and thin hand of the other party resting on the armrest of the wheelchair.

The old and shrunken skin overlapped with the fresh and tender skin, forming a sharp contrast.

You were born before I was born, I am old when I was born...

Now in his seventies and eighties, Daojing leaned his head on the shoulder of the young man in the wheelchair, closed his eyes, and showed a relieved and serene smile.

"Susu, let me lean on for a while, I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

The breeze blew the curtains up and fluttered, until the sunset and dusk, there was no old and rambling words from someone in the room.

The room was silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

"Hey, you're awake!"

The delicate voice called out, causing Daojing to open his eyes in a daze.

Just woke up, the mind is not very clear, still a little dazed.

Daojing looked around and asked, "Where is this?"

"Didn't you break your brain? I went out this morning and found you fainted in front of my house. I saw you were pitiful, so I dragged you back home." It is the modern attire he has lived in for decades, but it looks like...

"May I ask what year the girl is now?"

The little girl took it for granted: "Tianbao is 14 years old, why are you so hungry that you don't even remember the year?"

Tianbao 14 years...

Isn't that...

Dao Jing suddenly jumped down to the ground and ran out of the room.

Looking around, the sky is high, the land is wide, the wind is clear and the sun is beautiful, and it doesn't look like the pollution and turbidity of the 21st century.

Is he... back again?

that……

Subconsciously looked at his attire, that of Shaolin disciples.

He touched his head, it was clean without a single hair.

He is indeed back, back to his familiar hometown, and he is again a disciple of Shaoshi Mountain, who came down to help the royal family of Li and Tang save the people all over the world!

If it were different, he should be lucky before, but the next moment he panicked for no reason.

So, were those things just a dream, or did he really experience them?

Looking back, he asked the little girl behind him who was looking at him inexplicably, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Seven days, I can't wake you up no matter what I call you. Sometimes you talk in your sleep. It's weird to have a director and join the group after a while." Saying this, the little girl looked worried, "Great monk, Aren't you drowsy?"

For a moment, the mind is empty.

In a coma for seven days, the words in the dream...

So all of that, his hard work, every little bit of acquaintance with that person is just a dream?

Suddenly, Daojing laughed lowly.

The laughter was hoarse, and there was a lot of sadness and helplessness hidden deep in it.

After that, Dao Jing bid farewell to the little girl, packed his bags, and embarked on the long-forgotten journey again.

The road ahead is long and full of unknowns.

The sun was shining on his face, and the sweat was pouring down like rain.

He looked up at the sky, and never felt so confused.

According to legend, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, so whether he was Zhuang Zhou in his dream, or turned into a butterfly in his dream.

Are those people and those things true or false?

With such doubts in mind, Daojing returned to the journey and devoted himself to the secular torrent.

After the troubled times, the flames of war have ceased, and the people are empty, and the heroes who went to the battlefield are rarely returned.

On Mount Shaoshi, a one-armed monk was looking at the gate of the mountain with a stick. The old host came out, "Daokong, go back, don't wait any longer."

"Master, I'd better wait for my junior brother. Before he left, he said he would definitely come back. Now that the world has been settled, it should be time for him to come back. I'll wait and see." The monk persisted in his obsession.

The old host also stopped persuading, and finally sighed and left helplessly.

Thousands of miles away, the ruins of the battlefield, maple leaves and dead branches are everywhere.

Daojing, who was lying on his back in a red field, looked at the dizzy sun, as if he heard the call of an old friend.

He stretched out his hand and tried to grab something, but his fingers tried to reach the palm of his hand, but there was nothing but nothing to hold.

The arm fell down feebly, but was held by a cold hand halfway.

A familiar call came from my ear, "Li Fengmian, I'm here for the appointment."

At that moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and the long-standing obsession disappeared. He looked at the old man who had been sealed in his memory and now finally became clear, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Immortal...I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his breathing was stagnant, and the body pierced by the spear had already shed blood. He no longer insisted on letting himself go to the Western Paradise with the person in his memory.

There was the sound of wheelbarrows rolling in the distance, and the corpse drivers walked through the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, moving the leftover corpses.

Finally, he came to a corpse wearing a Shaolin disciple uniform, quickly pulled out his spear and carried it to the wheelbarrow, and then one corpse after another overlapped on top of it.

After transporting it away, a string of rosary beads fell from the corpse.

The rosary fell to the ground and scattered in all directions, without a trace.

Back between the divine thrones, Su Che just wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but the god of death stared at the astrolabe with a solemn expression.

"No, the Son of Destiny is in danger."

"What's the danger? With three big bosses escorting him, he can be in danger."

The Grim Reaper looked at Su Che with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, "There is no danger for him to come to the modern world, but what about before time travel?"

"so?"

"You have to go to Tianbao for four years to protect the Son of Destiny from disaster."

"I'll go, do you want to be so troublesome?"

Although he was cursing and reluctant, Su Che still worked hard and returned to the mission world.

It's just that this time is different, he went to the timeline before the Son of Destiny crossed over.

After landing, Su Che used the Jianwang three-master-apprentice system to change into a Chunyang disciple uniform, and the next moment he was a Taoist priest in white with a fairy-like demeanor.

"Locate where the hero is."

Following the map, Su Che used great lightness skills to find the man of destiny in his childhood. At this moment, the man of destiny has not yet joined Shaolin, but is just a little doll who is shivering because of the vicious dog.

A mere lame dog can be taught to be a dog by returning to the Yuan Dynasty.

In order to look cool, Su Che even added the sound effect of his sword move - "The Sword of the Great River Comes from the Sky!" and directly took down the vicious dog.

After playing handsome, he still didn't forget to pretend to be cowardly: "Hey, whose dog do you think this is, he doesn't wear a leash when he goes out."

"But at this time, Lao Bai didn't write about drinking?" Su Che realized that it was not good. There is a big brother Li Bai in this day and age, so it's not good for him to use other people's poems casually.

But after thinking about it, he used it secretly and no one would know, he was worried about a der.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, he said quite freely, "Whether he writes or not, the show is over!"

"Immortal... Immortal!"

It was enough for him to be handsome and pretentious, but the little baby behind him was terribly frightened.

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, Su Che had no choice but to play tricks: "Are you praising me, kid? Hey, I'm so sorry! My swordsmanship is just barely ranked among the top three in the Tang Dynasty~"

"Thank you Immortal Elder for saving your life!"

Su Che is still playing handsome, but the little baby is full of pious worship and gratitude.

He came to rescue the male lead, but he didn't plan to stay forever. Knowing that the other party wanted to find relatives who no longer existed, he could only take his own initiative and bring the male lead to Shaoshi Mountain to learn art from a teacher, and forcibly pulled him into it. The plot is on track.

After the mission was completed, Su Che wanted to run away, but unexpectedly, the male lead grabbed his robe.

"Brother Bai is leaving now?"

"Uh, there are still some things in my family that need to be taken care of, so I can't stay for a long time." It's pure fart, he just wants to return to the throne room and continue to be his house god.

Hearing this, the little doll hero seemed a little disappointed, let go of his hand, pretending to be strong, "Then...Brother Bai, be careful on the road, and have a smooth journey."

Seeing the little boy's reluctance, and thinking about the profound revolutionary friendship with him, Su Che slightly bent down, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little boy's hair and said, "Well, I'll wait for you to achieve great success!" On that day, I will definitely come back to congratulate you. So..." With a gentle smile, he said dotingly, "Study hard, young man!"

Thinking that in the future, the hero of Destiny will travel to the modern age and meet him who was doing the mission before. This agreement can be realized no matter what. If you book a ticket in advance, the hero’s eyes will shine when you look back, and you will be moved. He is really a good person—— But Su Che obviously forgot the appearance of the main body he is using now, which is very different from the appearance of doing tasks later on, even if they meet again in the future, they will still know each other without saying a word.

Su Che, who thought he had successfully completed the task, left without any psychological burden.

Because I don't want to get too involved with the male protagonist in this era, Su Che even used someone else's name, and he came here all the time. I'm really sorry for the air ticket that Qi Qi gave me if I didn't take a tour. Before leaving, he still stopped by Went to pay a visit to the rightful master whose name he borrowed—the poet Li Taibai who brought out Yang Yifei, the master of Changge Sect.

Maybe they are both romantic and romantic, and they have similar tastes. They chatted from poetry and songs to kendo philosophy, and they got up together.

"This move is called the Sword of the Great River, which came from the sky!" It was clearly the Eight Desolation Guiyuan of Chunyang, but Su Che wanted to give it another common name in a daze.

On the other hand, Li Bai, who was also half-drunk and half-awake like Su Che, clapped his hands and praised, "A coup, a good poem!"

Then he wrote an impromptu poem with a set of sword moves.

As a result, the two drank and talked happily all night in Qiandao Lake Drunken Floating Residence, until the sky turned white.

The next day, Li Bai woke up, picked up the wine jar and called out: "My friend, come and drink three hundred cups with me again!"

But there was no one answering, and there was no sound, only an empty glass, and the wine jars scattered on the ground seemed to indicate the existence of that person last night.

After that, Li Bai asked the guards who were patrolling last night if there was a white-clothed swordsman visiting, but they all said they didn't know.

Back in the room, Li Bai pondered for a while, and finally laughed out loud, and then went to the window to write a poem...

Reminiscing about all kinds of drunken illusions yesterday, the pen is written down, the sentence style is elegant, and at the end, it feels a little lonely-"When you wake up, you have sex, and when you are drunk, you will be separated. You will be ruthless forever, and you will be in love. "

Think of it as a drunken dream and a communion with a fairy.

And this kind of opportunity is also rare, and it must be recorded and treasured well, so as to live up to the immortals who went down to earth!