Dragon Crouching, Phoenix Hatchling, or Just Praise

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

A round of applause rang out in the open space in front of a Taoist temple.

Besides some staff from the film crew of The Legend of Dugu, there were also a few scattered tourists visiting the temple.

These people spontaneously formed a circle, with Zhang Yang at the center, wielding a staff with incredible power. Each move was grand and varied, full of imposing presence and formidable might.

Amidst the crowd, only Nazha watched quietly, her eyes seeming to see something through Zhang Yang, lost in thought for a moment.

"Swish!"

Zhang Yang moved his wrist, retracting the long staff with a flourish.

Director Lin Feng immediately asked the person next to him, "Did you get it on camera?"

When Zhang Yang had said he wanted to practice his staff skills, Lin Feng had been quite dismissive.

Anyone who practiced martial arts knew the saying, "Fists fear the young, staffs fear the old."

It meant that young people, due to their abundant energy and vitality, generally had better resilience than middle-aged and elderly people, possessing a physical advantage. As age increases, their fist and foot techniques would gradually weaken.

In contrast, when using weapons like staffs, experienced elderly individuals had the advantage, as the longer they practiced, the more experienced they became.

Zhang Yang was so young; even if he knew staff techniques, how strong could he be?

But seeing it in person, he realized his own superficiality and immediately instructed the cameraman to record it.

"We filmed it, but it was too sudden, so the footage won't be great," the cameraman said truthfully.

Lin Feng's brows immediately furrowed into a deep line, and he inwardly lamented the missed opportunity.

Zhang Yang walked over to him with the staff, wiping sweat with a tissue handed to him by Nazha. "Brother Lin, you want to use the footage of me practicing my staff skills just now?"

"Yes, we can edit it into a segment showing your martial arts practice, letting the audience know how skilled Song Zu is," Lin Feng praised generously. "I think technically, Song Zu, at your age, wasn't as good as you."

"You flatter me, you flatter me," Zhang Yang quickly waved his hands. "He was a founding patriarch who built everything from scratch; I can't compare."

Although he could indeed compare now, it was all thanks to the system, so he didn't feel smug.

Of course, the system was also a part of him, so he wouldn't be overly humble either.

"Brother Lin, if you think it's usable, we can find another time and place to do it again later," Zhang Yang weighed the long staff in his palm. "This is just an ordinary long staff; Song Zu used the Dragon Coiling Staff. We plan to make it well so there are no plot holes."

"You're right." Zhang Yang's professionalism greatly impressed Lin Feng. "I'll have the props department prepare the Dragon Coiling Staff. We can use it in a few fight scenes later. Today, you'll use Grand Ancestor's Long Fist."

The meaning of these words was clear: he agreed to Zhang Yang redesigning the fight scenes, changing swords and spears to fists and staffs.

"I have no problem with that." Having achieved his goal, Zhang Yang naturally had no objections.

He performed a set of staff techniques, and the props and camera crews had already set up the props.

Makeup artist Sister Sun had also finished Nazha's makeup, opting for a simple bun to save time. This hairstyle involved gathering the hair at the top, dividing it into several strands, and then coiling it into a bun, which perfectly highlighted Nazha's delicate face.

Furthermore, this hairstyle had been popular from the Tang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, so there was no need to worry about historical inaccuracies. It also reduced Nazha's exotic aura, making her look more like a mixed-race person.

After the Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, it was normal for people in China to be of mixed heritage, and it wouldn't break immersion.

It had to be said that Sister Sun's makeup skills were truly remarkable; she had actively requested to join Lin Feng's team.

This made Zhang Yang sigh, feeling that the small red envelope he had given her that day was not wasted.

An hour later, Zhang Yang also finished his makeup and arrived outside the Taoist temple.

The child actors Lin Feng had hired were very experienced and had already finished filming the scene of them chatting around a bonfire. They could start filming the hero saving the beauty as soon as Zhang Yang arrived.

"The little lady is awake. It's time to experience the joys of the mortal world."

The actor playing the skinny monkey had a lewd expression. He crouched down and was about to undress Nazha.

"Wuwu~"

It was Nazha's first time acting, and her mind was blank.

But when the other person was about to make a move on her, she instinctively remembered Zhao Jingniang's plight.

She completely forgot she was acting, frantically shaking her head, her eyes filled with pleading.

"Hiss, that look..."

Lin Feng inwardly thought, "Incredible."

Cai Yinong of Tangren Pictures had incredibly sharp eyes, discovering both Zhang Yang and Nazha at once – a pair of hidden dragons and phoenixes with looks, talent, and skill.

"Heh heh."

The child actor playing the skinny monkey was stimulated by Nazha's gaze and felt a genuine surge of desire.

But just then, the props department intervened, breaking open the window. A staff, wrapped with cloth at the head, flew in and struck the child actor in the chest.

The child actor was pulled back by a prop rope, flying backward. He immediately bit his lip, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Nazha's eyes widened in shock as she saw Zhang Yang leap through the broken window into the room.

Tall and strong, with a serious expression, his eyes were bright, and his bearing was heroic.

This face overlapped with the face from her memory!

In that instant, she was certain that last night was not a dream.

Everything felt too real. If she hadn't foreseen the future, she would have been Zhao Jingniang in her past life.

She must not have drunk enough of Meng Po's soup, so she only had a few sips and still remembered the most important things.

Zhang Yang's physique matched his memories perfectly; he was just so similar!

It made sense that he was so skilled in both fist and staff techniques at such a young age.

So, was she and Zhang Yang destined to continue their past relationship!?

Nazha's heart suddenly raced as her imagination ran wild.

"Who goes there!?"

A sudden roar erupted from ahead.

Zhang Yang didn't speak. He entered the main hall and engaged in a fight with several stunt actors playing bandits.

He wielded Grand Ancestor's Long Fist with fluid grace, possessing both power and speed while maintaining an aesthetic appeal. The few kidnappers were quickly dealt with.

After returning to the back of the hall, Zhang Yang helped Nazha out of the Taoist temple and to the carriage.

"Thank you for saving me, young master." Nazha looked straight at Zhang Yang.

The emotion of wanting to offer herself in marriage after being saved by a hero was "portrayed" perfectly.

"It was nothing, just doing what's right." Zhang Yang cupped his fist in return and then asked, "May I know the young lady's name and where she is from? I can escort you back."

Upon hearing this, Nazha, adopting Zhao Jingniang's perspective, thought of her murdered parents and immediately her eyes welled up with tears: "My humble name is Jingniang. My father's surname is Zhao. My parents..."

As Nazha recounted her story, Zhang Yang learned of "her" ordeal.

Learning she was from Puzhou, he pondered for a moment and said, "Miss Zhao, since fate has brought us together and I have saved you, I will escort you back to Puzhou."

"However, it's not appropriate for an unmarried man and woman to travel alone. My surname is also Zhao. How about we call each other brother and sister? This way, traveling together won't tarnish your reputation, young lady."

Nazha naturally had no objections and gratefully agreed.

She got into the carriage, and Zhang Yang took the reins, driving them north.

"Cut!"

Lin Feng shouted with satisfaction.

Inside, he was even shouting "Cut, cut, cut!"

Zhang Yang and Nazha acted so brilliantly that one might have thought Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Jingniang themselves had appeared.

For two "newcomers" to perform like this was truly a sign of extraordinary talent, a gift from heaven.

Because the filming went so smoothly, a scene planned to take one to two days was finished in just half a day.

Lin Feng didn't move ahead with later scenes. After lunch, he directly announced a half-day holiday, with new filming tasks to resume tomorrow.

Paid leave, the staff cheered.

Zhang Yang wasn't so lucky. Lin Feng called him over to help design the fight choreography.

But before starting work, he borrowed a car, intending to drive Nazha back to the hotel first.

"Brother Yang."

In the hotel parking lot, Nazha walked to the driver's side and gently tapped on the window.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yang looked up.

"I believe in past lives too." Nazha's beautiful eyes sparkled.

"Oh?" Zhang Yang looked puzzled, seemingly not understanding why Nazha said that.

Inner thought: Is this girl going to confess?

Is Dream Entry that powerful?

"You'll understand in the future."

Nazha gave Zhang Yang a sweet smile and turned to leave.

Her hair danced, and the beauty shone.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Is she flirting with me?