This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 264
They are about to leave, and they want people to eat cakes, and Wu Wangting's attitude is not like delivering cakes, so there is only one possibility, he wants to practice Ding Xiu.

So Cheng Long, Wu Bing, Cheng Xiaodong, Wang Jiawei and other talents stopped to watch the next peak duel.

"Half is too little. I can't eat enough. If I want to give it, I can give it the whole piece." Wu Wangting refused, and Ding Xiu reached out to grab it.

With a flip of his palm, Wu Wangting pulled his hand away, not allowing Ding Xiu to succeed, and said: "There are talents from generation to generation. Young people are very brave, but my cakes are not easy to handle."

"Whether it's good to take it or not, you'll know if you try it."

Wu Wangting didn't give it to him, so Ding Xiu took it himself, reaching out to grab Wu Wangting's palm.

But Wu Wangting's hand was like a loach, very slippery, as soon as he grabbed it, it slipped away from his hand, as if he had nowhere to use his strength.

Withdrawing his hand, Ding Xiu took a small step forward, and gently leaned forward with one hand on Wu Wangting's wrist.

"Tai Chi, it's interesting, let's see if it's your Tai Chi Kneading, or my Ba Ji Hard."

"Tai Chi combines rigidity and softness, and several hammering techniques are no worse than Bajiquan. Young man, let me give you a word, there are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky."

"Sorry, I haven't met an opponent yet."

Before the official fight, the dialogue between the two was full of gunpowder.

Wu Jing whispered to Wu Bing: "Master, who can win Brother Xiu or Old Wu?"

Cheng Long, Wang Jiawei and the others hurriedly pricked up their ears.

Wu Bing shook his head, and said solemnly, "I don't know."

Wang Jiawei said: "Coach Wu, why don't you know? It's obvious that Ding Xiu is the best. Although I don't practice martial arts, I also know the reason why boxing is afraid of the young, not to mention that Ding Xiu is still strong and strong."

"Mr. Wu is almost ninety. No matter how powerful he was when he was young, at this age, he can walk up the stairs without help. He can walk two kilometers at a stretch. He is no match for Ding Xiu."

Cheng Long followed suit.

It is true that Wang Jiawei is a layman, but what he said is correct.

Everyone who learns martial arts knows that when you get older, you can't move anymore. In martial arts novels, the situation of getting stronger with age does not exist.

People in their [-]s and [-]s are not bad if they don't have the three highs, let alone various underlying diseases.

With Wu Wangting in his nineties, not to mention Ding Xiu, even a junior high school student might be able to overwhelm him.

"You don't understand, the two of them are not competing in strength now." Wu Bing looked at the two people in the field and explained: "If it is a head-to-head kung fu, how could Mr. Wu beat Ding Xiu? Trip him."

"But what they are competing for now is strength. Mr. Wu asked Ding Xiu to break the cake, and he used Tai Chi to rub his strength to avoid his strength, leaving him nowhere to attack."

"In order not to let Mr. Wu suffer, Ding Xiu said he wanted a whole pie, because a piece of pie is much more difficult than half a pie."

"Half a cake just needs to be broken off, and a piece of cake needs to be let go by Mr. Wu. The former is like getting sixty points in an exam, and the latter is the teacher who won the test."

Wu Jing suddenly realized: "Yang Luchan, a generation of Tai Chi masters, has the unique skill of birds not flying, which means that birds cannot fly when they are placed in the palm of their hands, because there is nowhere to borrow strength."

"Now Ding Xiu is like that bird, and Mr. Wu controls him, so no matter what, he can't take this cake?"

The TV series that Wu Jing acted in the second year of his debut was called Tai Chi Master. The character he played was Yang Yuqian, whose prototype was Yang Luchan. He practiced Tai Chi for this drama and learned about Tai Chi knowledge. He even broke a finger in the martial arts scene.

So as soon as Wu Bing said it, he understood that it was a bird that didn't fly.

"Birds Don't Fly is not a TV series, is it a story in the history of martial arts? No one has used it in real life. Is there really such a kung fu?" Wang Jiawei asked his own question.

He has interviewed many famous martial arts masters, and he has also heard that Tai Chi birds do not fly, but he has only heard of it. When he asked who could, no one dared to say anything.

The truth of the matter is debatable.

Wu Bing glanced at Wang Jiawei, a layman, and said with a bit of contempt: "Before Ding Xiu made a move, have you ever seen someone who can practice Bajiquan to this level?"

Wang Jiawei shut up.

Before Ding Xiu, let alone someone who could practice Bajiquan to this level, I had never heard of anyone who could practice Chuan Wu to this level.

Dozens of them are shot one by one, and people don't believe it when they tell it. It's like making a movie.

"So, something you haven't seen doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

After saying this, Wu Bing turned his attention to the field again.

Ding Xiu and Wu Wangting were pushing their hands, they came and went, they didn't step back, and they used only one hand.

The two were strong and soft, and their strength was very obvious. Ding Xiu's technique was fierce, straight forward and sharp.

Wu Wangting was soft and gentle, every move and style was four or two.

One firm and one soft, the two were at a stalemate for a while.

Tens of seconds later, Wu Wangting flipped his wrist up to avoid Ding Xiu's attack. Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu slapped it hard, and the peach cake in his palm flew out of his hand and flew into the air.

Wu Wangting wanted to catch it with his hands, but when he lifted it up an inch, Ding Xiu grabbed his wrist and couldn't move.

I could only watch the peach cake fall.

"Snapped!"

Before it landed, Ding Xiu's knee lightly pushed the peach cake back. This time, Wu Wangting didn't grab it again, but watched Ding Xiu stretch out his hand to catch it.

After taking a bite, Ding Xiu said, "It tastes good, thank you for the hospitality."

Wu Wangting put his hands behind his back and smiled calmly, "Come here often when you have time."

"Forget it, I'm afraid of being gang-beaten."

After saying this, Ding Xiu turned and left to go downstairs.

Wu Wangting looked at his back, shook his head and laughed.

In the stairwell, Wu Jing asked Ding Xiu: "It was brother Xiu just now, did you win?"

"Probably." After eating the last bite of peach cake, Ding Xiu patted the crumbs on his hand.

Old man Wu is still very powerful, his strength is more ingenious than him, and he really answered that sentence, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

He was able to win because the old man was not physically strong, he didn't last long, and he became tired after being attacked by his Bajiquan strength.

In the end, he seized the opportunity and played tricks, forcing the old man to flip his hands. Then he made a sneak attack from below, grabbing the old man's wrist and immobilizing him.

If the old man was 50 years younger, it would be hard to say who would win if the two fought together. Maybe he could still see Tai Chi Pao Hammer.

But this possibility is just a thought.

A win is a win, a loss is a loss, there is no if.

In the lobby on the first floor, before Ding Xiu arrived at the door, the waiter in charge of the door trotted forward to open the door.

Just opened.

The crowd at the gate is full of people, and at a glance, there are crowds of people rushing in like a tide.

At the front are various media and magazines, with dozens of microphones stretched out for interviews.

"May I ask Master Ding, what do you think of the eight martial arts halls beating you?"

"I heard that if you beat someone to death, will you be legally responsible?"

"How do you rate martial arts on Hong Kong Island?"

"Master Ding, may I ask if you singled out dozens of people, is it true or not?"

"Everyone, don't worry, come one by one, raise your hands, and line up."

Wu Jing winked at Ding Xiu, signaling him to finish the interview first.

"It's a long story, and we have to start from the beginning. We were filming Langya at the time. Langya knows that it's a martial arts movie directed by me and starring Ding Xiu. How can I say this movie? With all my strength, it took several years just to polish the script, and let’s talk about the investment, blockbuster movies with over ten million..."

In the face of dozens of media interviews, Wu talked about the Langya movie in shock.

With so many media outlets, you can't even invite them. If you are willing to pay for it, others are unwilling to publish in the newspaper.

Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although it is said that people may not necessarily write it in when the time comes, as long as one family is invited in, Langya will make money.

……

"Brother Xiu, awesome!"

"low profile!"

"One singled out eight major martial arts, strong!"

"Not eight, just six or seven."

"I heard that you beat dozens of them by yourself, and many of them lost their hands and feet."

"The media over-promoted it, and I just put down a dozen."

"If you don't go to boxing, what kind of showbiz do you want to be in? You have a better future in boxing than as an actor."

"If you can't get along in a few years, you can consider boxing. Now, forget it. It's easy for actors to come in and get money quickly."

"You are very capable, you dare to fight, have you considered me?"

"Sorry, I was wrong."

"Brother Xiu, are you injured?"

"I hurt a waist, I don't know if it's okay."

The next day, on the set of the movie, Ding Xiu sat on the recliner in his spare time, picked up his mobile phone to reply to the messages sent by his friends, and had a very happy life.

I don't know why, but since he came back, the crew and actors have been more polite to him.

Especially the rival actors who have martial arts scenes, they will come over to hand a cup of tea and say hello before the filming starts.

"Brother Xiu, there are still 5 minutes before the waiting area. If you are not busy, you can start to touch up your makeup."

The staff member came to him, bent over and said with a smile.

"Is it only 5 minutes? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Afraid to disturb you."

"There's nothing to bother about it."

Ding Xiu got up to touch up his makeup, turned around and raised his hand within two steps, the staff were scared and backed away.

"Help me get the phone and give it to Xiao Zhao later."

Assistant Zhao Liying went to the bathroom and is not here for the time being.

"Alright Brother Xiu."

After receiving Ding Xiu's mobile phone, the staff breathed a sigh of relief, just breaking out in a cold sweat.

Everyone in Hong Kong knows how fierce Ding Xiu is. He claims to be a master who can slash dozens of people with a samurai sword.

Wing Chun, Hong Quan, Cai Lifo and other sects all went in vertically and came out horizontally.

Either he was beaten to vomit blood or he was beaten to withdraw from the arena.

Now Ding Xiuren gave him the nickname Old Demon Ding, killing people without blinking an eye.

When Ding Xiu raised his hand just now, the staff thought that he had done something bad and was about to be beaten.

"Don't be afraid, I'm gentle and don't hit people." Patting the staff on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said with a smile.

"Yes Brother Xiu, I understand, how could you beat people indiscriminately."

"Ah."

As soon as Ding Xiu walked away, the staff had a bitter face, pulled the colleague nearby and shouted: "Take a look at the shoulder for me, is it bruised? Is the bone broken?"

"No, your shoulder is normal, but I heard that Ding Xiu has internal strength, you should pay attention, maybe it's an internal injury."

"Hua Gu Mian Zhang? Damn, I'm going to ask for leave to go to the hospital to take a film."

Ding Xiu didn't know what was going on behind him. After finishing his makeup, he went to the shooting scene to prepare to start the machine. Today's filming location was a tea restaurant to eat noodles.

Acting opposite her is an actress from Hong Kong Island, named Hui Yinghong, a famous hit girl in Hong Kong Island. She has debuted for decades, and half of her acting career has been in fighting scenes. She forcefully forced a layman who has never practiced kung fu into a professional martial arts actor.

But she didn't play in the drama Langya, only two literary dramas, two pages of lines before and after, which belonged to cameo appearances.

"Master Ding, hello, hello."

Seeing Ding Xiu, Hui Yinghong stepped forward with a smile and shook hands.

"Hello, Miss Hong."

"Before I came here, I heard that this is a kung fu movie. I still want to shoot a few martial arts scenes. Now it seems that I don't have any fighting scenes."

"Don't worry, I'm very professional in filming, and I don't hurt people when I play."

"Understood, I understand, I just admire your kung fu. Among the martial arts you challenged, I have learned a few. I didn't expect the master to lose to you."

Hitting a girl is not just about being a hitter. Hong Kong Island has a variety of movie styles. There was a time when Kung Fu movies were the most popular, and the most tiring ones were also Kung Fu movies.

The three-story building does not have any protective measures, so if you say you jump, you will jump.

In some martial arts scenes, there is no such thing as misplaced and fake fights, they are all real fights. The worst time was that she was punched more than 30 times in the stomach by an adult man, almost killing her.

Of course, in addition to the ability to be beaten, you also need to be able to fight. For this reason, she went to some martial arts gyms to learn martial arts. Among those who were beaten into the hospital by Ding Xiu today, many of them were her former masters.

"Everyone uses martial arts to make friends, the most important thing is to participate, winning or losing is not important."

During this minute, Ding Xiu was very humble, and he was completely different from when he was fighting or slashing with a knife.

If it wasn't someone who had seen the scene, it would be difficult to connect him with the indifferent, arrogant, righteous and evil Ding Xiu.

Hui Yinghong forced a smile: "Yes, the most important thing is participation."

What she heard was different from what Ding Xiu said. As far as he knew, the scene was crazy, chopping one after another, and the worst Wing Chun Liang Lu suffered more than 20 knives all over his body. The knives avoided the vital parts.

It was also said that Ding Xiu was dissatisfied with the chopping, saying that he would chop ten of them, and rushed towards dozens of people with a samurai sword, killing blood like a river.

Severe hostility, murderous intent, and strong kung fu, this is everyone's evaluation of him.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu himself is quite friendly and gentle. It seems that the rumors are wrong and the media cannot be trusted.

"Brother Xiu, the filming is about to start. Please come over from the outside. Sister Hong, you are standing at the cash register."

Carrying a bowling bag, Ding Xiu walked across the busy street. There were a lot of cars and pedestrians on the side of the road, not extras, but ordinary people.

Hong Kong films are all like this, they don’t give money if they can’t. There is a machine on the street, and the common people are the best extras, so they save lunch boxes.

Crossing the zebra crossing, Ding Xiu pushed open the door of the restaurant.

……

"Crack!"

"Pass!"

There is no martial arts in this scene, and there are very few lines. The main thing is to eat noodles.

It looked almost the same, the director shouted, ready to shoot the next scene, and the next scene will be the same scene, but this time it will be the heroine.

Without a scene of his own, Ding Xiu came to the street with the noodles he had eaten in the last scene, pulled Maza to sit down, and started to eat.

There was a small trolley selling fish balls on the side of the road, and he added a few more. While getting him some, the uncle of the small trolley chatted with him and asked the name of the movie they made.

When Ding Xiu was chatting and eating fish ball noodles, a black Mercedes-Benz business car parked opposite the horse step, and Wang Jiawei in leather and sunglasses got out of the car and walked over.

(End of this chapter)