Chapter 750 A Hundred Schools of Thought Contend, Monthly Tickets Are Added!

The shaking of the earth gradually subsided. The villagers wanted to go to Dongshan to see what the golden light was, but were stopped by the old man named Liu.

The old man wiped the tears from his face and said, "Da Zhuang, Erhu, Da Niu, Puppy, the four of you will go up the mountain with me tomorrow and take the villagers home!"

"Hey"

"get it"

"Understood, Grandpa Liu"

The four of them agreed in unison. This old man surnamed Liu is the oldest old man in the village. He usually speaks more usefully than the village leader. Now that he has an order, how can several people in the village refuse to agree?

Early the next morning, the three big men and the naked puppy went up the mountain together.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the three big men kowtowed on the ground in fright, not even daring to lift their heads.

I saw that the flat ground at the top of the east hill was shorter than one foot before, and the top of the mountain had been scorched by lightning.

Right in the middle of the scorched earth, a dark scorched corpse held a dark sword and stuck it on the ground.

The puppy was bold and supported the trembling old man step by step.

When he saw the foot of the mountain, the puppy couldn't help being scared.

This east mountain is right in front of the village. At the foot of the mountain is a road around the mountain. At this moment, there is still a road. There are two bottomless ravines on the left and the right at the foot of the mountain!

It seems that if there is no Dongshan blocking, the whole village will fall into this ravine.

When the old man saw this, he turned around and knelt down on the corpse and said, "The ancestors slaughtered the dragon here today! Guard the peace of our village!"

For some reason, the puppy suddenly remembered the beggar who gave him chicken legs a few days ago, and subconsciously followed the old man to his knees and said, "The ancestors slaughtered the dragon here today! Guard the peace of our village!"

After three kneeling and nine kowtows, the old man asked the big man to put away the charred corpse, and personally handed the sword in the charred corpse's hand to the little dog: "Gouji, from now on, you will be the guardian of the village."

Puppy subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, and bursts of images suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the pitch-black night, it was like an invisible giant dragon wandering in the ground, leaving bottomless ravines on the ground.

The beggar that day stood on the top of the mountain and roared, "Go back!"

The gully was still spreading towards the front of the village, the beggar glared furiously, his beard and hair stretched angrily, "Retreat!"

The gully spread faster, and when he came to the foot of the mountain, the crutches in the beggar's hand suddenly exploded, and a golden sword was held in his hand and stabbed to the ground.

"If you don't retreat! You'll die!"

The golden light was busy, and there was a scream from the gully, and the spread finally stopped.

The golden light also slowly retreated, the beggar smiled sadly, the next second lightning flashed, and after the smoke drifted away, there was only a black charred corpse left.

The picture was restored, and Puppies also burst into tears, holding the sword for a long time without making a sound.

The old man sighed without urging.

The screen slowly turned black, and just when everyone thought the short film was over, a line of words appeared on the screen.

Thirty years later.

A burly old man was sitting at the foot of the village eating cakes and talking to the little guys in front of him while eating.

"Our village, there are Sword Immortals!"

"Sword Immortal?"

"Yes, do you know the two ditches below the east hill?"

"I know"

"That's what the earth dragon turned over. If it wasn't for the sword fairy to kill the earth dragon, our village would have to fall into that big ditch!"

The eyes of the children lit up, and they pestered the old man to tell them stories.

The old man smiled and said, "I have personally experienced this story. Back then, Mr. Liu took us up the mountain to collect the corpse for Jianxian. I still carried Mr. Jianxian down."

A child said sadly: "Master Jianxian is dead? Then, will there be anyone to protect our village from now on?"

Hearing the words, the old man turned his head to look, and there was a young man standing under the big banyan tree, wearing ragged clothes and holding a cane in his hand, looking like a beggar.

The old man sighed slightly and said with a smile: "Yes! Why not? Have you heard of the village guards?"

The big screen went black this time, and a line of words appeared on the screen.

"The ultimate work of director Gong Nanbei, "The Village Keeper", starring Han En"

Han En came on stage again, and applause resounded throughout the hall.

The host smiled and said, "Thank you very much for the visual feast brought to us by the director of the palace, Director Chen! What do you think after watching this work?"

Director Chen laughed and said: "Okay! I'm not advocating Xiaobei, this work is really good! The narrative is complete, and the actors' acting skills are also online, especially the naked child, hahahaha"

The audience at the scene was infected by Director Chen's emotions, and they also laughed.

Chen Daozhe continued to comment: "Just this ten-minute short film, I feel like I can extend a movie! Did you write the script?"

Director Chen looked at Gong Nanbei, Gong Nanbei smiled and nodded, "A little thought."

"Very good, really good! The village guards sacrificed their lives for the village! Good! Good!"

The host smiled again: "Guo Director, what do you think of this work?"

Director Guo cleared his throat and said: "Let me say, I think this movie is off topic! What is the theme? It is sacrifice, what did this village guard pay? I don't think this is called paying, it should be called responsibility."

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of cheers in the scene.

It is self-evident who this voice is aimed at, but Gong Nanbei's heart is clear, the other party is actually right, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, looking at problems from different angles, seeing is different.

When the host saw the situation, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Director Zhao, how about you? How do you feel about this work?"

Director Zhao said solemnly: "I look in the same direction as Director Guo, and I also think that the story is not a point and has nothing to do with the effort."

Director Chen was reluctant as soon as he heard it, and interrupted directly: "What is it? It doesn't matter if you protect the village and give your life, you tell me it's not called sacrifice? responsibility?"

Seeing that Director Chen was a little angry, Director Guo defended: "The nature of the two is different, and I don't think Gong Director's works are bad, I just think he is a little off topic."

When Director Chen heard this, he was even more annoyed: "This is off-topic? What's not to be off-topic? Going to fall in love with someone doesn't mean you're off-topic?"

Director Chen's face turned a little red when he heard the anger. He thought to himself, did you mean that Sang scolded Huaidu so blatantly? Then you can just read my ID number directly!

Director Zhao's complexion was also not very good-looking, and she felt that Director Chen was also targeting her.

Director Chen didn't give them both face. In front of him, these two are nothing but ass!

Gong Nanbei hurriedly persuaded: "It is normal for a hundred schools of thought to contend. Only in this way can sparks collide with each other, and more inspiration will bloom. It is normal for each to have disputes."

After speaking, Gong Nanbei glanced at Director Guo lightly, but he was thinking, if I hadn't maintained my character, I would have sprayed you already!

Pooh! you gay!