Fang Tong thought for a while and said: "It's best to agree, so that we can have a good relationship with the national TV station. Although the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala are not as good as each year, this program is still well-deserved by the whole country."

The king of."

"You have been filming for more than three months and have not appeared in front of the audience. Participating in the Spring Festival Gala will also be very helpful to your popularity."

After listening to Fang Tong's words, Zhang Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll just go and play one. By the way, what show do they want me to play in?"

Fang Tong said: "As for what show to watch, Brother Xiao, you can watch it yourself, but the time must not be less than ten minutes. On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, they will conduct a rehearsal for you alone. If you pass, you will be admitted. If you fail, you will be admitted."

Forget it."

"Okay, I understand!" Zhang Xiao nodded in response.

Zhang Xiao hung up the phone and sat on the sofa with a depressed face.

Yang Mi, who had just come out of the bathroom, saw Zhang Xiao's helpless look and asked curiously: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiao briefly talked about the Spring Festival Gala.

After hearing this, Yang Mi said angrily: "Husband, I really admire you. Star artists all over China dream of being on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. It's better for you. Judging from your expression, you are still a little reluctant?"

Zhang Xiao said: "I used to be alone. What I was most afraid of was celebrating the Spring Festival. Other people's houses were full of laughter and joy, but I was alone, lonely and cold."

"Now that I have you, I naturally hope to have a good New Year's Eve dinner with you at home. I don't want to run around and mess around."

Hearing Zhang Xiao's words, Yang Mi couldn't help but feel pain in her heart. She held Zhang Xiao's hand and said: "Husband, our home is only more than 20 kilometers away from the TV station. After you finish the show, I will go to the capital to do it."

A good New Year’s Eve dinner is waiting for you.”

"My parents have been celebrating the New Year in Beijing for a few years, so you can go without worry. We will wait for you to come back for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Zhang Xiao nodded when he heard this and said: "Okay, but what do you want me to do?"

"How about singing?" Yang Mi suggested as she liked listening to Zhang Xiao sing.

Zhang Xiao shook his head and said: "It's too tacky and not interesting."

"Skit?"

"Haha, look at me like this, do I still have any brilliance among so many sketches?"

"crosstalk?"

"Teacher Guo and Teacher Yu will both attend the Spring Festival Gala this year."

"Then if you can't do this sketch, cross talk, or singing, what else will you do?"

Zhang Xiao held his chin and thought for a while, then said: "How about performing Kung Fu?"

Yang Mi recalled Zhang Xiao's usual practice and said: "Husband, the boxing skills you usually practice are really powerful, but if we get into a fight, it won't look very good. You'd better not go up and cause trouble."

"I guess when you get up there, others will think you are fighting in the ring!"

When Zhang Xiao heard this, his expression changed slightly and he said: "Okay, you Yang Mi, you dare to laugh at me, let's see how I deal with you."

"Ah~~~Help!"

“···”

the next day.

Zhang Xiao came to a recording studio and made a song, which was mainly composed of the sound of pipa, piano and Xiao. The tune had a chilling air.

After finishing the song, Zhang Xiao went to a specialty store selling swords and spent half a million to buy an ancient sword from the boss that was as sharp as iron.

After returning to his home, Zhang Xiao played the music on his mobile phone, pulled out his sword, and started dancing.

After thinking about it last night, Zhang Xiao decided to bring kung fu to the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. However, he chose swordsmanship instead of boxing.

When filming "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate", he exchanged three sets of sword techniques from the system, among which the Jinghong sword technique was elegant and carried a strong killing intent.

Dance to the extreme, only the light can be seen but not the sword. Not only is it beautiful to look at, but it is also very lethal, making it very suitable for performances on the stage.

After practicing several times, Zhang Xiao called Fang Tong.

So the two of them took a plane to the capital, went to Huaguo Television, and met Lang Ning, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala.

Lang Ning was also very polite to Zhang Xiao, the famous actor all over the country. After a few words of greeting, he asked: "Mr. Zhang, do you have any business with me?"

Zhang Xiao said: "Director Lang, I am here for two things. One is to thank you for giving me the opportunity to appear on the Spring Festival Gala. The second is that my program is ready. Please take a look. If it is not suitable,

If so, it won’t delay you in finding someone else.”

After hearing what Zhang Xiao said, Lang Ning was stunned and said with disbelief: "Mr. Zhang, it's only one day, why don't you continue to prepare?"

Zhang Xiao shook his head with a smile and said: "No, the show I prepared is called "Xia Ke Xing", and the content is also very simple. It is to dance a set of swordsmanship with the music and the verses of "Xia Ke Xing", so the length of preparation time is not important to me.

What’s the meaning?”

Director Lang Ning frowned slightly and said, "Aren't you going to sing?"

Zhang Xiao smiled and explained: "There are too many songs in the Spring Festival Gala, which is not a good thing for the ratings."

"Okay!" Lang Ning responded unequivocally and said, "Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll call some assistant directors."

Ten minutes later, Lang Ning brought four assistant directors and Zhang Xiao to the Spring Festival Gala studio.

After Zhang Xiao came on stage, he sat cross-legged on the ground, with the ancient sword placed on his lap, eyes closed, quietly waiting for the music to play.

Five seconds later, a melodious Xiao sounded. Zhang Xiao slowly opened his eyes, a ray of light shot out from his eyes. He lightly patted the ground with his left and right hands, and his whole body stared blankly.

"Clang!"

After Zhang Xiao stood up, he drew out the ancient sword with his right hand, and there was a cold light in the void.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When it was over, he brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his body and name.

After leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.

The general will be eating Zhu Hai, holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.

Three cups of Turannuo make the five mountains seem lighter.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are restored.

He waved the golden mallet to save Zhao, HD was shocked at first.

The two heroes of the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City.

Even if a hero dies and his bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?

···

Four and a half minutes later, Zhang Xiao's sword had not yet been sheathed, and his cold eyes slowly converged, looking at Lang Ning and the four assistant directors in the audience.

At this time, this group of people was completely confused.

Zhang Xiao's swordsmanship is not only extremely fast, but his posture is also extremely good. Coupled with the ancient poetry and music, if Zhang Xiao's clothes are replaced with white ancient costumes, it will be like a sword fairy descending to earth.

"With a sword coming from the west, immortals will fly from the sky." An assistant director who loves martial arts novels whispered softly.
Chapter completed!