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Li Mingliang, Ding Xiu was a little confused when he heard this name. How did he know Li Mingliang?

A play can have many martial arts directors at the same time, just like the crew is not just one director, there are executive directors, casting directors, literary and martial arts directors, directors of group A, directors of group B, and various assistant directors. director.

Usually people only remember the most famous one.

He was really not familiar with the name Li Mingliang.

On the second day after entering the crew, Ding Xiu saw the "acquaintance" in Gao Xi's mouth in the training hall.

"Hi, Director Li. I'm Huang Xiaoming. I'm sorry to trouble you for the rest of the time. If there's anything wrong with me, you must tell me. Don't be polite."

Martial arts instructor Li Mingliang is a middle-aged man with a bald head, tall at 1.8 meters [-], with a full face, slender eyes, and a strong body.

At first glance, he is not easy to mess with.

That is to say, there is no tattoo on his arm, otherwise Huang Xiaoming would not dare to come forward to say hello.

Even so, he was a little trembling in his heart.

This guy doesn't look like a good guy.

Director Li shook hands with Huang Xiaoming, holding up a smiling face, it's okay if you don't smile, but it's even worse when you smile, it's eerie.

"It's all about work, and everyone works together."

Immediately, he looked at Ding Xiu with hot eyes, took a small step forward, and held Ding Xiu's big hand with both hands.

"Brother Xiu, long time no see, what have you been up to lately?"

After seeing the bald head, Ding Xiu had a vague impression. He seemed to have seen this person in the production team of Tianlong Babu, and he often ran behind Zhao Jian's ass.

It's just that everyone is not familiar with each other. In addition, we haven't seen each other for a few years and have no contact. Just hearing the name feels strange.

Fearing that Ding Xiu would not be able to remember, Li Mingliang said, "I, Xiao Li, the bald guy."

"I know you." Ding Xiu nodded: "We are cooperating again, please take care of me."

"Where, I don't dare to say that I take care of you in front of Brother Xiu. You have to take care of me. If there is anything wrong with martial arts movements, you must bring it up so that I have room for improvement in the future."

Huang Xiaoming was dumbfounded.

I am Nima.

A big man of 1.8 meters five, so strong, how could he see Ding Xiu humbled like this?

He can't eat people.

If Li Mingliang could hear Huang Xiaoming's inner voice, he would definitely retort that Ding Xiu would not eat people, but he would beat people.

Ding Xiu is well-known, he is said to be the best fighter among the younger generation in the entertainment industry, and none of the martial arts instructors and directors who have worked with him are unconvinced.

Even Kung Fu Emperor Li Lianjie said that Ding Xiu is his successor.

This is a fact recognized by everyone.

The rumors are even more frightening. It is said that Ding Xiu is very capable in actual combat. He chopped down dozens of punks with a watermelon knife. He also said that he has defeated many masters all the way to this day, and even the champion is not enough for him.

So when he came to the production team of Tianlong Babu, many martial artists wanted to meet the number one master in the entertainment industry.

In fact, including him.

As a result, a group of people fought against Ding Xiu, and they were all beaten to the ground.

It's like beating a child, punching and kicking a child, that's a relief.

Li Mingliang's attitude towards Ding Xiu is so good, the main reason is that he is in awe of his strength, and he is a martial arts practitioner. Facing such a famous master, how can he dare to trust him.

It's fine if Ding Xiu doesn't guide him, how dare he guide Ding Xiu.

"You are the martial arts instructor, I will listen to you." Ding Xiu calmly took his palms out of Li Mingliang's rough hands, and said with a smile, "Where do we start practicing today?"

Li Mingliang said: "Ding Li's fighting ability in this drama is not strong, and he has not received systematic martial arts training, so we first learn street fighting and fight Wang Baquan. Xu Wenqiang's words are mainly fancy, highlighting IQ and strong force."

New Shanghai Beach is not a martial arts drama. There are not many martial arts scenes. Because of the background of the story, guns are the mainstream.

So this play does not require too many gorgeous moves and difficult skills.

"Understood, how to do it, can you talk about it first?"

"This is what I think. Although it is Wang Baquan, it must be done handsomely, that is, to maintain the aesthetic feeling without distortion. I will let Wu Xing come over to demonstrate it first. Brother Xiu, you can palm your eyes. If it doesn't work, we can modify it."

Good guy, Huang Xiaoming can't bear to see such a humble martial arts instructor. Can't he have some opinions on who is the martial arts instructor?
"Director Li, it's okay, just do what you say, and we two brothers will cooperate with you with all our strength."

"That won't work, I still have to let Brother Xiu hold his eyes." Li Mingliang, who is 1.8 meters five, looks like a little girl, with a shy face, and said coyly: "He is an expert in this field, so I don't dare to play tricks on him. "

Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing are so awesome, they have to listen to Ding Xiu's opinion when it comes to action design, how can he be better than those two big guys?
I remember that Yuan Bing once said a word on the set, which was unanimously recognized by everyone.

That is, "If Ding Xiu can't complete an action, then there is no need to design it."

This is a very high evaluation, which shows that Ding Xiu has good martial arts skills. If even he can't do it, no one can do it.

Ding Li's fighting style in Xinshangtan is similar to that of street gangsters. To be honest, Li Mingliang has no idea how effective this style of fighting will be.

Because he has no actual combat experience.

Although he has practiced martial arts for many years, he can count the number of fights with people on his hands.

Ding Xiu is an expert in this field, whether it is experience or skills, he is better than him. It is a rare thing to get Ding Xiu's advice.

Patting Li Mingliang on the shoulder, Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Director Li, it's serious, let's communicate with each other."

"Don't dare."

After exchanging some polite words, Li Mingliang called Wu Xing to the film crew. There were more than ten people in total, two of them were dressed in white, and the rest were in black. Everyone began to scuffle according to the originally designed positions and shooting order.

The white clothes represent Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang.

Ding Xiu, Li Mingliang, and Huang Xiaoming stood on the sidelines and watched.

While watching, Li Mingliang kept his mouth open and introduced: "Xu Wenqiang is a scholar, and his martial arts should be more elegant and beautiful. Ding Li is a fruit seller. His way is much wilder and he has no rules. The two are in stark contrast."

In the middle of the arena, the fight was in full swing, there was a lot of shouting and killing, and people kept falling to the ground.

Huang Xiaoming was still very satisfied with his martial arts movements, and nodded frequently. Although he didn't know martial arts, he could tell that he was very handsome.

Every punch and kick is chic and handsome.

Ding Xiu clasped his hands in front of his chest, frowned and said: "Ding Li's way of fighting, ten lives are not enough to die. Under the situation of disparity in strength, street fighting is not like this."

Li Mingliang hurriedly asked: "Then how?"

These styles of play are all made up in his own brain, he has never played before, and he doesn't know the specific situation.

Ding Xiu stopped everyone, stepped into the arena, hooked his fingers and said, "Don't follow the routine, you go directly."

Wuxing, you look at me, I look at you, no one stepped forward.

The person in front of him is a well-known celebrity, who is responsible for breaking it?
Li Mingliang said: "Listen to Brother Xiu, but you all should be careful and keep it close."

Professional martial arts, know how to restrain strength, know how to fight fake and real, be careful, you won't hurt people.

"This is street fighting." Ding Xiu took a big step forward and kicked Wu Xing's stomach. Before touching his body, Wu Xing fell back to the ground.

Raising your hand and grabbing someone's hair is a punch.

Wu Xing, who was beaten, fell down sensiblely, clutching his chest and howling on the ground.

After knocking down two people one after another, the rest slowed down and began to rush forward.

Swinging his fists, Ding Xiu knocked down two of them, and then was blocked by a wall. Countless fists fell down, and he could only crouch down with his head in his arms.

While no one was paying attention, one hugged the other and knocked down the other, got up and continued to hit...

A few minutes later, Ding Xiu stood up and patted the dust off his body.

The beatings in martial arts are all fake beatings, and the dust on the body is due to rolling on the ground during the simulated beating.

"Excellent." Li Mingliang applauded and laughed loudly, "As expected of Brother Xiu, your street fighting is just at the textbook level."

He had never been beaten by a crowd, so he didn't know what a real fight was like, but he was deeply shocked after seeing Ding Xiu's "performance" just now.

First of all, the shot was hard enough, and one was caught and beaten to death.

People are also clever. After being knocked down, they don't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but change to another target.

After being beaten by the group, he leaned against the wall with his back, held his head in his hands, and kept his eyes wandering among the crowd, seizing the opportunity to continue beating to death.

In the end, he was hard-hearted enough to grab a younger brother, use a pen instead of a knife, and put it on his neck, expressing that he wanted to kill someone.

That hostile look, tone of voice that burns jade and stone, and trembling hands are all telling everyone that I, Ding Li, are not easy to mess with, and if I continue to beat me, I will kill people.

Huang Xiaoming complimented: "People say you are good at martial arts. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

There was a smile on his face, but secretly he was shocked.

Ding Xiu's martial arts is very strong, and he is very experienced. He doesn't have this kind of skill, and he can't learn it.

If he can learn it in a short time, people don't need to practice martial arts for more than ten years.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ding Xiu said: "There is not enough space. In a real street battle, you have to run and fight, otherwise the battle will end soon, and it's worthless."

"The props are not on, it's better to get some tables, chairs and benches to smash."

"In the end, martial arts moves are a bit intensive, and the rhythm is too fast. You can slow it down a bit. If Ding Li is swarming up, even if the king of soldiers retires, he can't stand it."

At home, he did a lot of homework for Ding Li, his specific image, personality, and family background, all in his heart.

So what was simulated just now was Ding Li's state.

Otherwise, in terms of his ability, these martial arts can't put him down, kicking him over is not just pretending to cry on the ground a few times, it's going to send him to the hospital with broken ribs.

To be honest, it is still a bit difficult to fight with Ding Li's identity.

Because he knows martial arts, but Ding Li doesn't.

In many places, it is obvious that better, faster and more convenient moves can be used to defeat the enemy. In order to take care of the character settings, he can only look far away.

It's like a club veteran who has experienced many battles, but he just wants to pretend to be a first-time consumer. The girl doesn't know how to untie the buttons, and her clumsy appearance is really embarrassing.

Li Mingliang said: "There is no way for the space. It is a fixed alley. At that time, we can only reduce the number of people."

"There are no tables, chairs and benches, but you can design a few chicken coops, waste wood and so on."

"The rhythm is a trivial matter. Let's discuss it again and come up with a new plan in the fastest time."

"Xiao Zhang, teach Brother Xiaoming martial arts, Brother Xiu, drink a cup of tea and sit down for a while, if you are busy, go back to the hotel first, and I will notify you when you come out."

Rolling up his sleeves, Huang Xiaoming, who was about to start practicing martial arts, had mixed feelings in his heart. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He practiced martial arts exhaustingly, drinking tea leisurely like Uncle Ding Xiu.

It's also the male lead, whether the gap is that big or not, those who don't know think that Ding Xiu is the male lead, and he is a cameo.

"I'm fine at the hotel, you are busy."

Ding Xiu declined Li Mingliang's kindness, found a chair and sat down, took out his mobile phone to read a novel, Zhao Liying stood silently beside him holding a thermos.

He just looked at Huang Xiaoming who was sweating from practicing martial arts from time to time.

"You want to try it too?" Ding Xiu didn't know how long it had been, and Zhao Liying regained her composure, and quickly said, "I'm just curious, does filming have to be so hard?"

Ding Xiu smiled: "Give you two or three million yuan, let you practice martial arts every day, do you find it hard?"

Zhao Liying smiled happily: "Then I can practice until the crew goes bankrupt."

There are really two or three million, and she will have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life. Apart from murder and arson, there is nothing else she can't do.

Ding Xiu sighed: "It's so easy to get mixed up in this circle. It's necessary to be successful in front of others and suffer in the future. If I don't live up to it, I will be eliminated in two years."

To be honest, he has never thought that filming for more than ten hours a day and practicing boring routines is a hard work.

Sanitation workers get up at five o'clock every day to clean the streets for a day, how much is it for a month?

You know, even if it is the business of killing heads, the income is not as much as that of actors.

Compared to those things, this is drizzle.

Zhao Liying nodded and said: "I know this. When Liu Yifei was filming the sculpture of God, you took her to ride a horse every day. She was knocked off the horse and couldn't walk. She complained of pain in her buttocks. These are all sufferings."

"Cough cough." Ding Xiu coughed: "Don't mention the old things. Anyway, this business is not so easy to do, but it is also so difficult. It is not difficult for those who meet, but not for those who are difficult."

Zhao Liying shook her head: "I don't understand."

"You'll know when you step into this business."

The entertainment industry is a pyramid, the higher one goes, the higher the salary, and the easier the job is.

Ordinary ensemble performers play common people, kneeling and kowtowing only costs a few tens of dollars a day, which is costly on waist and knees, and hurts self-esteem.

Special actors acted as bodyguards or palace maids, standing still for hundreds of days, nothing but numbness in the legs.

The actor with lines plays the eunuch Xuanzhi, and he spends hundreds of dollars a day after reading a few paragraphs. This is more saliva-consuming, and he needs to drink some tea from time to time to moisten his throat.

The male protagonist sits on the dragon chair and says that the family of all the nobles can get tens of thousands of dollars a day, and it doesn't cost anything.

"Brother Xiaoming, punching is not like this. You have to be steady on your horse and punch fast. You have no strength."

"Sorry, I'll do it again."

"No, it still doesn't work, you haven't mastered the skills, Brother Xiu, can I ask you to do me a favor and give me some pointers."

Wuxing taught Huang Xiaoming a set of turning and kicking movements, but Huang Xiaoming couldn't learn it, either fell or staggered, so he had no choice but to ask Ding Xiu for help.

The boring Ding Xiu is of course happy to help.

"It's simple. After mastering the trick, everyone can do it, as long as they have feet."

Huang Xiaoming: "..."

mmp.

It's fine to help, and I don't forget to say a word to him.

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