By the time Qin Feier saw her master again, she had already finished a round of interviews with the elders.
She no longer knew whether she had come to learn swordplay or to work as a reporter.
In any case, the elders' views of their sect leader were even more outlandish. Grand vision and strategy, heroic bearing, long-established authority, and... never mind. The more she listened, the more she felt they were talking about someone else entirely.
The particularly absurd part was that every elder described the sect leader differently, but whenever they mentioned her announcement that she was together with her male disciple, they all reached a consensus, wearing the same shit-eating expression and sighing.
Qin Feier was deeply moved.
Fortunately, she was not here to understand the real Qiu Wuji, but the Qiu Wuji in the book. With everyone's accounts, Qin Feier felt she now had a very solid grasp of how she should portray Qiu Wuji in the book.
Her earlier performance really had been a little off. Director Xie's interpretation was closer.
Sigh.
Only after finishing the interviews did she begin learning swordplay. It was just a simple set of the most basic introductory sword moves, but she still had not learned them all after two days when her master finally emerged from her room.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but she kept feeling that her master's steps were unsteady when she came out, and that her eyes had little spirals in them.
Heaven only knew how many little stories she had dreamed up.
In reality, Qiu Wuji had been drawing in her room for the past two days, while Chu Ge had been working himself to death rushing the script. Now that they were out, Qiu Wuji was teaching her disciple, and Chu Ge had