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Chapter 20 The Gift Before Leaving
A contest with the contemporary Juggernaut ended here, less than a minute before and after, strictly speaking, less than ten seconds from the start to the end.

slow?

Not too late.

This is the case in real martial arts contests, where the winner is determined in an instant. The three hundred rounds of a master's decisive battle is a novel, a film and television drama.

Just look at all kinds of boxing matches. If there is no round system and the referee blows the whistle, the fight will be over within a minute. You can either stand or lie down.

The battle between Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui took less than ten seconds. It cannot be said that Yu Chenghui is weak, but the old man is quite strong, as can be seen from his hands.

Judging by Ding Xiu's eyes, the average young guy would definitely not be able to beat him, but with a sword in his hand, he might be able to stab a lot of people.

When it comes to swords, Ding Xiu is a bit invincible. Yu Chenghui is good at using two-handed swords. This kind of sword is usually specially made. height.

Today's on-site prop sword is an ordinary sword, which can be held with one hand, but both hands are too reluctant to exert their full strength.

But Yu Chenghui didn't make any excuses, and Ding Xiu didn't just go downhill.

If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say. When it comes to the battlefield, no one cares what weapon you use. It is common to sprinkle lime first and then stab the knife.

Before entering the cave, Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui had a very solemn atmosphere. After they came out, they were talking and laughing, and the hands they held were never separated.

The main reason was that Yu Chenghui was reluctant to separate, and kept holding her rough and powerful hands tightly.

"Actually, there are quite a lot of folk masters. In the early years, I practiced more miscellaneous things. Mantis boxing, five elements boxing, Hong boxing, and a little bit of everything. Later, I switched to swords."

"If you want to find a master, I recommend you to find someone named Yu Hai. He is an authentic mantis master, and his Seven Star Mantis Fist is very strong."

Ding Xiu asked: "How old are you, do you have actual combat experience?"

If it is a young man, he is not very interested. People who practice martial arts born in the [-]s and [-]s have time constraints and basically have no chance of actual combat.

If there is no actual combat in martial arts, it is fitness.

Zha Mabu, circling piles, shaking big guns, learning moves, dismantling moves...actual combat.

If learning martial arts is divided into academic qualifications, the previous Zamabu is all elementary and junior high school, learning moves, dismantling moves, and learning all the inheritance of masters is a university graduate.

If you haven't stepped out of the society, you have been tested in actual combat, and you will be a college student all your life.

Take Yu Chenghui as an example, although he didn't say anything, Ding Xiu could tell that he had [-]% experienced actual combat.

There is a huge gap between those who have had actual combat and those who have not.

The older generation practiced martial arts earlier, and in that era, fighting was commonplace, and it was considered civilized to use knives in group fights.

Young people do not have this opportunity.

Walking on the street now, strangers will give you a big wrong for no reason. As long as your life is not involved, if you fight back, you will fight each other.

If someone beats you up, calling the police immediately is the correct way to deal with it.

"A little younger than me, fifty-nine years old, and has actual combat." Seeing Ding Xiu's eyes flashing with excitement, Yu Chenghui hurriedly said: "He is not young anymore, take it easy when you fight, martial arts competition, the main thing is to learn from each other .”

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of the young, Yu Hai is indeed powerful, but his blood is declining in his sixties, he may not be able to beat a young man like Ding Xiu.

"Understood, understood." Ding Xiu laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Next time, if you think of a new master, remember to tell me."

Yu Chenghui smiled and said: "It's a good thing you were born in this era, otherwise you would definitely not be a good person in ancient times with your pissy nature."

Most modern people learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies. Ding Xiu is a minority who always finds others to compete in martial arts, and he is too competitive.

If it was in ancient times, there were only two ways for him, either to join the army or become a bandit. Only these two places can display what he has learned and fight openly and aboveboard.

Ding Xiu scratched his head lightly, thinking that Yu Chenghui still understood him and knew that he was not a good person.

……

In the evening, Ding Xiu set up a table for everyone to eat.

Huang Jianzhong couldn't come to the scene where he was filming Linghu Chong, only a few people came to the scene, and they were Yuan Bing, Miao Yi, Chen Lifeng, and Xu Qing who had a lot of contact with each other.

After drinking for three rounds, Yuan Bing, who was a little drunk, hiccupped, took Ding Xiu's hand and said, "You have nothing to do when you go back, why don't you follow me, come to Yuan's class, and I promise you to buy a house in Beiping in three years .”

Houses in Beiping generally cost more than [-] square meters, and a house of [-] square meters can cost more than [-] yuan.

Buying a house in three years means earning at least [-] to [-] a year, no less than being an actor.

"Thank you, I have a wild temper and don't want to be controlled." Ding Xiu's answer did not surprise the people present.

After being in contact with him for a long time, I know that this person is a fool, with a prodigal mentality, and he is not a person who obeys control at all.

Just to see if he can find a beautiful wife in the future for him to return to his heart.

"Fine, whatever you want, you know my phone number, you can call me anytime you figure it out, the door of the Yuan Family Class is always open for you."

"Hey, Director Yuan, you said it would be great if you were a rich woman."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone laughed.

"We all have plays tomorrow morning, so I won't send you off. This is for you as a souvenir." Xu Qing took out a few old but well-preserved books from her bag and gave them to Ding Xiu: "Swordsman's first edition, more than [-] It's an old antique of over [-] years old, with Mr. Jin's signature on it."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu opened it and took a look. It was written in traditional characters, Hong Kong version, and on the title page was written a gift, Ren Yingying, the most beautiful in my heart, and so on, signed by Jin Yong.

"Is it inappropriate?"

Xu Qing waved her hand: "It's nothing inappropriate, I don't even like reading books, and traditional Chinese characters give me a headache."

Miao Yi also gave his own gift, which was wrapped in a box: "Winter is coming soon, and it's cold in Beiping. I bought you some clothes, but I don't know if they fit."

Both of them gave presents, and Chen Lifeng didn't come empty-handed. What she gave was a pair of handsome sunglasses, said to be foreign products, the same style as Keanu Reeves, who made the Matrix popular all over the world last year.

After accepting their gifts, Ding Xiu turned his gaze to Yuan Bing's face, and the red-faced Yuan Bing was embarrassed.

Where did he think so much, he came here empty-handed.

Being stared at was embarrassing, Yuan Bing said: "I send you three hundred and sixty-five blessings, I wish you every year today, every year today..."

In the middle of singing, Yuan Bing couldn't continue singing, and finally took off the watch on his wrist and handed it over cruelly.

Ding Xiu didn't know watches, but he just thought that the glittering gold was pretty good, so he tried it, and it was just right.

The next day, the sun was high, and Yuan Bing got up from the bed covering his head. He drank a little too much last night, and he didn't remember how he came back.

Picking up the phone by the bedside, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and his wrist was empty.

"Fuck, mlgb, where's my Rolex?"

(End of this chapter)