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Chapter 300 National Bajiquan Competition

"boom!"

The glass of the coffee shop burst, and several figures flew out.

For Yixiantian, just try it.

The raindrops were pattering and slapping on the face, Ding Xiu didn't blink, turned his head and glanced at the more than 20 killers standing on the street not far away.

During the running, the black leather shoes stepped on the uneven bluestone slab, splashing water.

"Snapped!"

Rushed in front of the killer, spread his arms, opened the door left and right, and punched a killer.

The tiger climbs the mountain with all its strength, the king of Hades three-points his hands, shoots a cannon straight to the sky, punctuates a boat on dry land, and the white snake vomits letters... Bajiquan, the eight major moves, and the six major openings, all presented one by one in Ding Xiu's hands at this moment.

With the sound of bang bang, the killers lay down one by one.

"Crack, pass!"

"One more, take a close-up, Brother Xiu, slow down."

"Crack, the next one, the group performer bites the blood bag."

"Crack, pass, continue!"

This scene is the second filming. It is reasonable to say that with the experience of the first time, the speed will be much faster, but the fact is that it takes much more time than the last time.

When filming on rainy days, he pays more attention to the details, and Wang Jiawei is notoriously grumpy, he has to shoot every splash of water several times.

This scene was filmed until dawn.

Ding Xiu's hands were numb from the fight, and those group performers were even worse. If it wasn't for the sake of extra money, he would have run away long ago.

Because the sprinkler is used, the rain is very cold on the body in this weather, and you may catch a cold.

Using hot water will cause heat, and there is a suspicion of treachery. Wang Jiawei is not allowed to use hot water. Fortunately, this guy is a bit conscientious, so he asked the staff to boil a pot of ginger soup, and prepared towels and military coats.

During the break, everyone can drink some ginger soup to warm up the body, and wear a military coat to keep warm.

"Director Wang, when is my next scene?"

At dawn, work was over, and before leaving, Ding Xiu asked Wang Jiawei.

With a raised eyebrow, Wang Jiawei said: "I can't take pictures of you for the time being. I'm a little busy these days, and I still want to take pictures of Wei Zi. If you have nothing to do, you can go out of the group to pick up some work. When I need you, I will come early." Give you a call."

Playing is a big taboo for many actors, but it does not exist here in Wang Jiawei.

Those actors on Hong Kong Island, who didn't run around with four or five crews a day when they were young, are so used to it.

However, although Wang Jiawei doesn't mind actors making plays, it doesn't mean that he allows unprofessional actors. The premise of making plays is that you can't affect my crew, you are guaranteed to be on call, and you have strong professional skills.

To put it bluntly, only capable people are qualified to make plays.

Ding Xiu is obviously a capable person, and the role of Yixiantian mainly has a lot of martial arts scenes. This happens to be Ding Xiu's strength, and it is not difficult for him.

That's why Wang Jiawei was willing to let him out.

"It's all over, where can I go to pick up work?" Ding Xiu was depressed.

It won't take a few days to pick up the job, and it may take ten and a half months to be called back. I can't make much money after a few days of work, and it's troublesome to go back and forth.

"Then you can help me guide martial arts work in the film crew, you are an expert in this field."

"Add money?"

"Do we still need to talk about money in our friendship?"

"I just remembered that there is indeed an event that requires me to attend in two days. I'm sorry, Director Wang. You can ask another master about martial arts."

Let him work without paying a penny, what do you want to eat?

Ding Xiu has always been the only one who prostitutes others for free, how can anyone else prostitute him for free.

With this skill, he would rather go to play mahjong with Song Huiqiao, or play double row if there is no one else, in short, he will definitely not work.

Wang Jiawei: "Hehe."

He knew that when talking to Ding Xiu, he could talk about money but not about feelings.

A week later, in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.

Under the big parasol, Ding Xiu, Song Huiqiao, Zhao Liying, Xu Haofeng, four people were playing mahjong.

It has been a week since the last fight scene, Ding Xiu has never filmed a scene, but Song Huiqiao has had sex, and has filmed one.

"Recently there is a Bajiquan martial arts competition in Guangzhou. Brother Xiu, if you have nothing to do, you can go and have fun. Touch, [-]."

It was Xu Haofeng who spoke, with flowing long hair draped over his shoulders, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a round face.

According to the general situation, the screenwriter does not need to stay on the crew every day. Some crews only read the script in the early stage of filming, and the screenwriter is present during the study.

The production team of a generation of masters is different. Wang Jiawei does not follow the routine when filming, and it is commonplace to change the script. This requires the screenwriter to always be on the production team and be at the disposal of the crew at any time.

There are several screenwriters in this crew, and Xu Haofeng is the only one who has a deep study of martial arts, so his burden is relatively heavy.

It can be seen that Ding Xiu is bored playing mahjong every day on the set, so he plans to ask Ding Xiu to watch the Bajiquan competition. If he is really interested, the whole judges will give him a lot of attention.

As one of the judges, with Xu Haofeng's recommendation and Ding Xiu's reputation, it can still be done.

After all, Ding Xiu's Bajiquan is recognized in the industry.

"Okay, I'll go play some other day if I have time." Ding Xiu said casually.

"This is a national-level Bajiquan competition. It is huge and very interesting. There may be some masters."

"Really?" Ding Xiu's eyes brightened slightly: "Then we have to go."

Xu Haofeng smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I promise I won't disappoint you."

In the evening, after playing mahjong, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "Have you heard about the provincial Bajiquan competition? Sign up for me. I want to participate."

He didn't know that Xu Haofeng asked him to be a judge, and thought he was asked to participate in the competition.

He didn't want to go at first, but Ding Xiu was only interested when he heard that there were experts.

I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for a long time, and it's good to find someone to practice, my bones are almost rusting.

"Understood." Zhao Liying nodded heavily.

Ten days later, Shencheng, the venue for the National Bajiquan Martial Arts Competition.

"Well done, the organizer is very good at choosing the location."

Ding Xiu, who was wearing a baseball uniform, a cap, and a black mask, got out of the car. Opposite him was a university.

According to the invitation letter given by the organizer, the competition venue is the university's gymnasium.

With her hands in her pockets, Ding Xiu strode into the school, and Zhao Liying quickly followed behind, looking around from time to time. She graduated from technical secondary school and never went to university. This is the first time she has come here.

The first feeling is big.

Bigger than her hometown town.

There are many teaching buildings, the ground is asphalt road, clean and tidy, the trees on both sides of the road are lush and green, and the college students coming and going are young, beautiful and energetic.

Looking at these people who are about the same age as her, Zhao Liying was in a daze for a moment, imagining that if she hadn't left society and insisted on studying, she might be a part of this place.

"What are you looking at, keep up."

In front, Ding Xiu turned his head and saw Zhao Liying who was lagging behind, and shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming." After regaining her senses, Zhao Liying trotted up to keep up.

Ding Xiu slowed down and said, "Are you envious?"

"Of course, who doesn't envy those who are carefree." Zhao Liying is very frank: "But let me choose once, and I will still walk out of the campus."

"Because my family couldn't afford it, and I had no intention of studying at the beginning, it was the best decision to step out of society."

Everyone yearns for a day without worries. Who doesn't want to go to high school, go to college, find a boyfriend, and find a good job.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. Her rural family does not allow her to make this choice. From the perspective of the older generation, girls do not need much education, because they will marry sooner or later.

When I graduated from technical secondary school and went to Peiping to make a living, I might have thought of avoiding the marriage urge.

Looking at the towering teaching building, Ding Xiu said: "Whether it is wind or rain, different roads have different scenery, so don't underestimate yourself."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't gone to college. It's okay to go to college in the future. If you're a bit of a scumbag, you can go to seven or eight if you're happy."

Ding Xiu's last sentence touched Zhao Liying a little, but the next sentence made her face full of black lines, her fists clenched tightly, and she rushed towards Ding Xiu's waist.

Of course Ding Xiu wouldn't let her succeed, he dodged, laughed and ran away, Zhao Liying chased after him furiously.

The two of them are not very old, in their 20s, not much older than a college student, and they are chasing after each other, like a couple fighting in school.

At the entrance of the gymnasium, Xu Haofeng greeted Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu, who was far away, waved at him: "Director Xu."

"It's just in time, let's register." Xu Haofeng pointed to the registration office at the door, and motioned Ding Xiu to register and sign.

"Show me your ID card and an invitation letter."

"Ding Xiu, 5224231980... Fuck!"

When the registration officer saw the ID card, he sweared and raised his head.

It is normal to say that the same name and surname are the same, the world is full of wonders, but the photo on the ID card looks the same as the big star Ding Xiu, which can only show that the person in front of him is a real person.

"Hi, can you take off the mask, let me check if it's me."

"no problem."

"Fuck, Brother Run, I'm your fan, can you sign me, just on my clothes, thank you."

"Go slowly, I wish you a happy game."

Being fucked twice at the door, Ding Xiu didn't get angry at all. After all, he was a fan of his family, so he endured it.

"Wait, have you signed up?" Xu Haofeng asked Ding Xiu with a confused expression.

Ding Xiu nodded: "Yes, the youth group, didn't you ask me to apply?"

Xu Haofeng: "..."

When did he let Ding Xiu sign up for the youth group? With Ding Xiu's strength, not to mention those young people, the judges on the referee's bench are not enough for him to fight.

It's totally abusive.

Brother, I asked you to come here as a judge, why did you end up in person?
"Forget it, just report it, just treat it as a game." Xu Haofeng silently put away the referee's tag that was going to be given to Ding Xiu.

……

This is an indoor basketball gymnasium. Walking in, Ding Xiu saw a lot of people, one of them was tall and burly, and some had arms thicker than Zhao Liying's thighs.

It is said to be the youth group, but the youth here are not scientifically referred to as 28 to [-] years old, but [-] to [-] years old.

So you can see uncles with beards everywhere.

Ding Xiu saw it with his own eyes, and some brought their sons to compete.

After a while, the host stood on the steps with a microphone and shouted: "My friends, please line up and don't mess up. We are going to issue player cards and announce the rules of the game."

They are all adults, so they are easy to talk to. After a while, more than a dozen teams came out, with more or less people. Ding Xiu stood at the back, glanced at them, and said at least 200 people.

The Bajiquan game is not a basketball game or a football game.

There are not many people practicing martial arts these days, even fewer practicing traditional martial arts, and very few who can persevere and have two brushes.

Because this is a confrontation match, not a routine match.

Routine competitions are about standard, standardized and graceful movements, while confrontation competitions are about hitting points, falls and so on.

It's just practicing routines, if you don't have actual combat experience, you will be beaten if you come here.

At any rate, there was a signboard for the National Bajiquan Competition, and only one or two hundred people came. From this, we can see the decline of traditional martial arts.

It's better to say it's Bajiquan Exchange Competition.

"Brother, I'm from Cangzhou. My name is Su Rong. What's your name? Isn't it hot wearing a mask?"

In front of Ding Xiu was a 1.8-meter handsome guy in his early twenties, with trendy oblique bangs and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking very gentle.

Ding Xiu has seen more than one martial artist wearing glasses, and Xu Haofeng is nearsighted.

I don't know how they practiced. Thanks to the modern society, there are such things as glasses. In ancient times, at night, the opponent is close to the face, and you can't even see the long gun clearly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ding Xiu."

Pulling off the mask, Ding Xiu stretched out his hand and shook it.

Since ancient times, Yanzhao has many generous and tragic people, and Cangzhou was once a well-known boxing house, with many people practicing martial arts.

But the guy in front of him knew as soon as he got started that he was just a layman with very soft palms.
The boy's expression froze for a few seconds.

"Fuck!"

The national quintessence sound attracted countless attentions, and the referee who announced the rules of the game at the front looked over with a dark face.

Are young people nowadays so pushy, disrespecting their elders at all?

Others also looked over with smiles, wanting to see which warrior it was, and then they saw Ding Xiu.

"Fuck!"

"Why is he here?"

"I lost it, boss."

"It's over, it's over, we only have to be beaten when this one comes over."

"Who, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Ding Xiu, a big star."

"Star, what's so strange about that, look at his skin and tender flesh, I don't know if he will cry if he punches him down."

"Brother, you should go online to search for Ding Xiu's record. In his twenties, he dared to carry a watermelon knife to chase after more than a dozen people. The Sanda boxing champion was beaten to death by him, and he challenged the eight major martial artists of Hong Kong Island. gymnasium, karate, Wing Chun, they were all sent to the hospital, and there are very few Baji masters with actual combat experience."

"Niu Pi, what kind of fun is this kind of person coming here for?"

"He is an actor, and he may perform kung fu with a few hands, but actual combat is different from acting."

Ding Xiu's reputation is still quite big in the circle, although there has always been a lot of controversy.

Some people think that he is superficial, just packaged, while others believe that he is really powerful and can fight very well.

But those who know the inside story know that those achievements are not exaggerated, and there are still some martial arts stars in the entertainment circle who can fight.

Being watched by so many people, Ding Xiu raised his hand and greeted with a friendly smile.

Using martial arts to make friends, I have to say that the development of modern society is not without benefits. If it was in ancient times, in order to fight for a name, it would not be called a martial arts contest if a few people did not die.

Putting aside the previous martial arts competitions, if you don't kill people, if you don't fight disabled, then it's civilization.

(End of this chapter)