bookbashuk Chapter 145 The sect has served tea, and the film is in full swing.
Chapter 145 The sect has served tea, and the film is in full swing.
The apprenticeship ceremony was not complicated, but it was solemn enough.
Under Su Wan's guidance, Zhao Mengmeng performed a grand kowtow to the ancestral tablets of the Yunyin Sect's past masters and to the sect leader Su Wan, before offering tea as a formal apprenticeship ceremony.
Chen Anran sat upright in the seat of honor, accepted the tea offered by Zhao Mengmeng, took a sip, and thus formally acknowledged their master-disciple relationship.
"Upon entering the Cloud Hidden Sect, one must abide by the sect's rules, respect heaven and earth, honor teachers and elders, protect fellow disciples, maintain a righteous heart, and follow the Great Way." Chen Anran quoted the words from the Cloud Hidden Sect's rules for accepting disciples. "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. I hope you will be diligent and persistent, and never forget your original aspirations."
"Disciple Zhao Mengmeng will respectfully follow Master's teachings! I will definitely strive to cultivate and never let down Master and the sect's expectations!" Zhao Mengmeng kowtowed.
As night deepened, the disciple-acceptance ceremony in the main hall of the Cloud Hidden Sect came to a successful conclusion.
Zhao Mengmeng officially became Chen Anran's first disciple. Excitement and elation made her face flushed under the lamplight, and her eyes sparkled with boundless anticipation for her future cultivation path.
Watching from the side, Lin Xiaoman felt happy for Zhao Mengmeng, but also couldn't help feeling a little envious. She secretly glanced at Huiming, who stood quietly beside her. Seeing his peaceful gaze, as if he had completely integrated into the atmosphere of the Yunyin Sect, the resentment in her heart caused by past conflicts dissipated a bit.
Su Wan looked at the new disciple in the hall, a hint of gentleness appearing in her usually cool and aloof eyes. "That's all for today, Mengmeng. Now that you've entered the sect, you will begin your training with your master tomorrow."
"Yes! Senior Master!" Zhao Mengmeng replied loudly, full of enthusiasm.
Chen Anran nodded slightly and said to Zhao Mengmeng, "Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished in a day; the key is perseverance. Get some rest early today and recharge your energy."
Everyone dispersed.
Lin Xiaoman accompanied Zhao Mengmeng back to her room. Along the way, Zhao Mengmeng chattered incessantly, planning her future cultivation life.
Huiming silently returned to the guest room Su Wan had arranged for him, sat quietly on the futon, and felt the spiritual energy within the Yunyin Sect, which was far purer and more peaceful than that of the Vajra Temple, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
Chen Anran and Su Wan walked side by side in the moonlit corridor.
"Anran, I will teach your disciple the cultivation method on your behalf. Do you have any objections?"
Chen Anran shook his head and smiled, "I couldn't be happier. After all, the methods I've learned aren't really suitable for her." As he spoke, Chen Anran paused slightly, sighed, and said, "Actually, it would be most suitable for our eldest senior sister to take her as a disciple. We can't even see our second and third senior sisters, and as you know, the Cloud Hidden Sect's techniques are not compatible with me."
After saying that, Chen Anran looked at the moon in the sky and sighed softly, "I don't know why my master accepted me into his sect back then."
Su Wan stopped in her tracks, the moonlight flowing like water across her beautiful face. She turned to look at Chen Anran, "Although you don't cultivate the fundamental techniques of the Cloud Hidden Sect, your nurturing secret method might be exactly what Master values."
After speaking, Su Wan slightly raised her hand, pointing to the mountain courtyard shrouded in the hazy moonlight, and said, "Look at our Cloud Hidden Sect, because of you, it is more vibrant and its future is more open. Isn't this also a kind of inheritance and harmony?"
"Senior Sister is right." Chen Anran took a deep breath, her usual composure returning. "I was being too attached to appearances."
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Meanwhile, in Hiroshi.
Inside the editing room of "Starry Pictures," the lights were on. Wang Rui, Zhang Hao, and Sun Wei were gathered around the editor, staring at the rough cut of the footage that had just been produced.
The editor's fingers trembled slightly on the keyboard as a close-up shot of Wei Qingyi froze on the screen. She plays a reclusive fairy who discovers the theft of her sect's treasure. She is the fourth female lead in the drama, and the script requires her to portray a complex emotional shift from shock to rage.
However, Wei Qingyi in the scene, expressionless, reads the line in an almost flat tone: "How dare these thieves be so audacious!"
The editor took a deep breath, feeling that his career was facing an unprecedented challenge. He cautiously turned his head to look at the three "supervisors" behind him with their eyes burning with intensity.
"Great! That's it!" Wang Rui slapped his thigh, startling the editor. "See that? That oppressive feeling of an impending storm! No need for hysteria, a tiny change in expression is enough to make the audience feel the deathly stillness before a volcanic eruption!"
Zhang Hao pushed up his glasses, leaned closer to the screen, and analyzed with an air of seriousness: "Judging from the degree of pupil dilation and the subtle changes in facial brightness caused by the contraction of capillaries, Ms. Wei accurately captured the contradictory unity of the character's turbulent inner world and extreme restraint."
Sun Wei cupped her hands to her heart, her face filled with admiration: "Miss Wei brought to life the nuances of 'the greatest sorrow is a broken heart'! She's far more sophisticated than those actors who rely on yelling and glaring to express anger!"
Wang Rui waved his hand dismissively: "Edit it to this feel! Keep all of Miss Wei's scenes. Not enough screen time? Rewrite the script! Add more! It must highlight Master Wei's unique, sophisticated, and otherworldly aura!"
He could almost see the heated discussions sparked by Wei Qingyi's "unique" performance style after the movie's release, and the bright future of entering the immortal sect to cultivate immortality through this.
He could almost see the heated discussions sparked by Wei Qingyi's "unique" performance style after the movie's release, and the bright future of entering the immortal sect to cultivate immortality through this.
"Oh, right," Wang Rui said, remembering something, and instructed Sun Wei, "Make sure to inform the production crew that Miss Wei receives the best treatment on set! Whatever she asks for, fulfill it unconditionally! Also, she doesn't seem to care much about her salary, but we can't mistreat her. Pay her the highest standard, plus an additional fifty percent!"
"Understood," Sun Wei replied, but a sense of unease lingered in her heart. Such blatant special treatment might arouse Wei Qingyi's suspicion over time. After all, that person was a true "Immortal Master," certainly not a fool.
At this moment, Wei Qingyi, whom Wang Rui and others regarded as "extraordinary," was sitting in the study on the top floor of Biyunxuan, looking at "An Actor Prepares" and some classic performance theory videos on her laptop.
Wei Qingyi frowned slightly, a rare hint of trouble appearing on her usually aloof face.
"Expressing emotions... inner turmoil..." she muttered to herself, recalling the director's subtle reminder to her "expressionless" demeanor on set during the day.
For her, controlling her facial muscles to make various expressions is not difficult, but how to "perform" her inner emotions through this external form is more difficult than comprehending a complex spell.
"Perhaps I misunderstood?" Wei Qingyi put down her book, walked to the window, and gazed at the dazzling night view of Guangzhou, her eyes thoughtful.
After a moment, Wei Qingyi let out a soft breath, "Never mind, I'll go to the set tomorrow and carefully observe how others perform."
After saying that, Wei Qingyi turned around and went back to her desk. She picked up the script of "Yunshan Xuntian Lu" again and began to study it carefully. Occasionally, she would pick up a pen and write some annotations next to it. Her seriousness was no less than that of studying the classics of her sect.
What Wei Qingyi didn't know was that her "bosses" never expected her to have any "acting skills" at all. In Wang Rui's and others' eyes, just standing there was the biggest attraction and the priceless "authenticity" in itself.