The first volume of "One Tune of Whirling Wind" originated from Shi Dang and emerged in a play.

  The sky was dark and gloomy, with intermittent dull rumbles echoing from the horizon.

  Near the riverbank, outside a poplar forest, dozens of people of all colors are busy, and a large crane is towering high, stretching its giant arms into the air.

  "Director Li, everything is ready on site, but it's going to rain soon." A man wearing a blue tracksuit and black-framed glasses was speaking to a man in his thirties.

  "Alright, Aya will be here soon. You go and let Little Li get familiar with it first, try to get it done in one take." Director Li said with a nod.

  "Alright, I'll let Little Li try out the scene first." The man in blue sportswear nodded and turned to leave.

  Xiao Li, also known as Li Zhuo, was still a student at the art school and had a background in martial arts. At this moment, he was standing on the edge of a poplar forest, wearing ancient silver soft armor, with a delicate silver helmet on his head. His left hand grasped a long sword with a silver scabbard, while his right hand held the reins of a horse. His eyes were fixed on the director, and today Li Zhuo was very excited. While others were worried and complaining about the bad weather, he was delighted.

  He participated in the filming of a film and television drama for the first time. Although he was only a substitute for the male lead, the part he could participate in was very small. This was his start in filming, and this time's female lead was the very famous Aya. Aya is a pure and beautiful actress who became famous after starring in a fantasy drama.

  This time, Aya's play is an ancient costume love story. The male and female protagonists were originally from enemy families, met while trying to kill each other, then fell in love after many twists and turns, and ended up inseparable. This kind of romance drama has low production costs but sells well. The cost is indeed low, Li Zhuo earned 200 yuan for this job, but opportunities are more important than money, he's willing to do it even if he doesn't get paid.

  Li Zhuo was already riding on a large horse with slightly black fur, his acting part was not complicated. When he met the heroine who flew in mid-air and stabbed with a steel wire, he had to use the sword scabbard to block the stabbing sword while flipping over and leaving the horse. He had to land beautifully with both feet, then quickly draw his sword while bending down in a cool pose. At that time, the camera would follow Ah Ya and leave him behind, capturing Ah Ya's elegant turn and cold horizontal sword, after which he was no longer needed.

  The camera was already at an angle to the left, unable to capture his full face, this was the helplessness of being a stand-in, with a loud "start", Li Zhuo urged the horse to gallop out.

  The weather was really bad at this time, and sparse big raindrops had already fallen. There were also flashes of lightning in the clouds above. This situation is dangerous, but because of the short filming schedule, it's not easy to set up the scene, and the male and female leads have a lot of dialogue, so they can only rush through the outdoor scenes and then go shoot the indoor parts. They will wait until the male lead has some free time before coming back to finish shooting the few fighting scenes with the female lead on flat ground.

  The horse was about to pass by the side of the poplar forest, and Li Zhuo also saw Aya standing on the tree with a slanted gaze. Aya was indeed a beauty, wearing a black ancient costume that fit tightly, showing off her slender figure, her goose-egg-shaped face was very fair, and her appearance was truly pure and beautiful. However, although Li Zhuo's eyes had seen her, he didn't dare to move recklessly, he was very tense, and also hoped for success once, which would give the crew a good impression.

  Rumble! Suddenly, a loud thunderclap sounded above their heads. Aya on the tree let out a startled cry. Li Zhuo immediately saw Aya covering her head and then her body suddenly fell away from the tree, only to be pulled back by the steel wire.

  "It's over, something went wrong." Li Zhuo was only startled by Lei Xiao for a moment, but when he saw Aya's situation, his reaction was regretful of this failure.

  Li Zhuo naturally reined in his horse and stopped, seeing Aya flying towards him. He kindly stretched out his hand to pull her up, and his hand easily caught hold of Aya. Suddenly, a terrifying bolt of lightning came from the sky, and he clearly saw that the steel wire had become electrified. His body instantly convulsed, as if something had violently jerked him once. In an instant, his body stiffened, and in the midst of intense pain, he suddenly felt a chill, feeling everything sink into chaos.

  "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi." A soft and urgent voice was calling him. He subconsciously opened his heavy eyelids, which took several attempts to barely open a crack. He vaguely saw a woman, but a sharp pain in his body made him unbearable, and he let out an "ah" of agony.

  "Alright, Little Seven is awake, Er Lang, Little Seven is awake." A woman shouted happily.

  "Just falling off a horse won't result in anything." A male voice responded calmly.

  "Old master, Xiao Qi is only eight years old, it's not suitable for him to ride a horse." Another woman's soft voice scolded.

  "Alright, don't drag it out." The male voice said calmly, and then seemed to leave.

  "Who am I?"

  "Li Zhuo?"

  "No, no, my name is Lu Tianfeng."

  "What kind of person is Li Zhuo? Why do I feel like I'm Li Zhuo?"

  A seven or eight-year-old boy lay flat on the bed, his hands tightly grasping the quilt, his eyes looking up at the ceiling with a mixture of fear and confusion.

  "Xiao Qi, are you still scared in your heart?" A soft female voice sounded, and a snow-white small hand stroked the boy's cheek.

  "Auntie Li." The boy's eyes shifted and he responded softly.

  "Don't be afraid, Little Seven is the strongest man in my heart," said Li Yiniang softly.

  The boy hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Auntie, Xia Qi is not afraid."

  "It's okay if you're not afraid, Auntie believes you're not afraid." Li Ayi replied softly.

  "Auntie, Xiaogui thinks that after waking up, it seems like there was someone who was vaguely with Xiaogui. What's going on?" The boy asked in a low and timid voice.

  "Xiao Qi, don't talk nonsense." Li Yiniang responded in a frightened low voice.

  "Auntie, Little Seven didn't talk nonsense." The boy retorted in a low voice.

  Aunt Li remained silent for a moment before speaking softly, "Little Qi, you... that must have been an illusion born from a concussion. Don't ever mention it again, or others will think you're possessed by evil spirits and the consequences won't be good. Listen to Aunt Li, just sleep it off and you'll be fine."

  The boy nodded thoughtfully and after a while whispered: "Xiao Qi understands, will remember Aunt's words."

  "Alright, sleep tight." Li Yiniang said softly.