"What are you going to do?!"

"I'll promote travel, and the TV station in Shanxi will shoot a Dragon Boat Festival program."

Mu Liyou looked sideways and saw that there were lines on the ground, and a temporary tent was set up next to him, and people were in and out from time to time.

"Excuse me!"

A voice sounded in my ears, and Mu Liyou turned around and saw a girl wearing a hat. The icon on the hat was. Mu Liyou felt that she had seen it somewhere.

"Hello, I am a reporter from the Tourism Bureau. Can you invite you to be our lucky guest?"

"This...is a little sudden."

The girl quickly explained: "That's right. We want to shoot a Dragon Boat Festival program and promote Yuewangshan by the way. Then, in order to pursue a more realistic approach, we need tourists or cooperate with our staff to have an interaction."

"All right!"

"Hello, what's the name?!"

“Mu…”

"Miss Mu, that's it. I'll communicate with you first. We need to take several sets of photos for promotion. Then you may need to cooperate with the video in the later stage. Can you accept it?!"

"It should be no problem!"

"OK."

"My name is Xiao Luo."

"Just call me Ali."

"Ali."

Xiao Luo put on the travel work card and stood beside Mu Liyou. Jing Xuan subconsciously took a step back. The photographer took a few photos, and Jing Xuan followed him all the time.

“We’ll take a few photos here.”

"What does Ali do?" Xiao Luo asked inadvertently.

"Just... I opened some stores myself."

"Wow! It's just a career girl...girl." Xiao Luo looked at Mu Liyou and felt that she was not big. She smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not opened by myself."

“Yes, a person has a greater risk.”

Mu Liyou reached out to hold the pillar and took a random action. The photographer took a photo. Xiao Luo saw Jing Xuan behind Mu Liyou, and then he remembered that he had not even entered the camera.

"Master, you have to take a picture."

"Yes! Jing Xuan, you are the head of Yuewangshan, and you represent Yuewangshan."

"You know each other?!"

"This is our junior uncle from Yuewangshan."

Xiao Luo had a surprised expression. She thought Mu Liyou was a tourist, but now it seems that no wonder Jing Xuan followed her and knew her.

"That would be even better."

"Ali, why don't you change your clothes and then we take some promotional photos and videos."

Jing Xuan quickly handrailed and said, "Reporter Xiao Luo, our junior uncle... may be a little tired. It took some time to go up the mountain. Why not do this? I will arrange a few disciples to connect with you first."

"It's fine!"

"I'll go change my clothes first."

"Okay, don't worry."

Jing Xuan and Mu Liyou walked down the steps, Jing Chen brought Xi Zhi and Zhiyi over, and the photographer guided the photos he had just made on the computer, and they wanted to see how many photos they chose to make posters.

"Xiao Luo, this person looks familiar."

“Is there any?!”

"I seem to have some impression of her." The person who spoke was photographer Xiaotian.

Mu Liyou walked over in a disciple's outfit, but what she wore was different from what other disciples wore. The elder's clothes were naturally better than those worn by the disciples.

"Isn't this Mr. Mu?! The royal model of Lingshui Pavilion, the boss of Ruolifang!"

"Mus...Mus."

"I said why are you so familiar? You should have seen it when you were in Hangzhou before." Mu Liyou had a little impression. When he was attending an event, he saw photographers and reporters wearing this hat.

Yukikawa and Yukiyu brought the rice dumplings and distributed them to the staff. Yukikawa handed the rice dumplings to Xiaoluo and the photographer.

"My uncle invites you to eat rice dumplings."

"Uncle Master, the figs are gone, but I picked some raspberries and some oranges."

"Mr. Mu likes to eat figs."

"No! Uncle Master likes to eat strawberries now."

"My master has asked someone to buy strawberry seedlings, which I can eat during the Chinese New Year."

"Too talk!"

"What the uncle taught me is the lesson."

Mu Liyou held his sleeves, Xiao Luo waved his hand, and the photographer followed with the camera, and took one or two photos from time to time, which was more natural.

"Mr. Mu, it was rumored that you were injured."

"Yes, I fell down during the shooting, so I kept recuperating."

"Are you in Yuewang Mountain?"

"Not all, I've just been here for a few years."

Mu Liyou looked at Jing Xuan sideways, and Jing Xuan hurried forward. Xiao Luo stood in the middle, and the photographer quickly took a few photos.

"Uncle Master, why not take a photo after dinner!"

"Let them go to have a meal first!"

"Mr. Mu, I'll tell you about the shooting process."

"Tell me while you walk!"

Xiao Luo waved his hand, the photographer turned off the camera and took it away from the tent. Xiao Luo took off his hat and took a casual look at Mu Liyou's hair, looking envious.

“My hair is curled as soon as I grow.”

“Genetic?!”

"Yes! My sister is the same, but my brother is fine. He may have short hair, so it won't be too obvious."

"Natural scrolls, you don't have to do a special look."

"Mr. Mu is so humorous."

Mu Liyou came to the canteen. Some of the medicinal flowers in front of the canteen had already bloomed. Unexpectedly, the effect was even more flowery than roses. The main reason is that such medicinal flowers are more useful.

"Our shooting is divided into three sections. The first section is a downward shooting. This is a large-scale shooting, which requires the cooperation of disciples. The second section is the disciples salute you, or the etiquette in the door. The third is the performance.

, Disciples can compete, or Taoist priest plays a sword flower."

"The sword has no eyes, change it to a fan!"

"this…"

"The uncle of the junior master went on the battle himself, and the disciples admired it."

"I..." Mu Liyou looked sideways at Jing Xuan. Jing Xuan bent down. Xiao Luo smiled embarrassedly. It turned out that he wanted Mu Liyou to perform.

"The uncle of the junior teacher wants to perform a fan."

"Who did you listen to?"

"Master in charge!"

"Really!"

"Then it's going to be aware of it."

Mu Liyou helped her hand and took Xiao Luo to the backyard of the canteen. There were too many people in the canteen in front. Mu Liyou helped her hand and tried to sit down. Jing Xuan brought the tea set and put it on.

On the table, I took the teapot and poured the tea water, and handed the tea cup to Mu Liyou with both hands.

"Please, uncle!"

"Reporter Xiao Luo!"

"Thank you, Taoist priest!"

"Jingxuan, go and pick up the red flower!"

"The devil... she is here!"

"I'll be there in a while."
To be continued...