This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 35

"Director Xu, your picture..."

Ding Xiu silently put down the drawing, and silently gave Xu Haofeng a thumbs up: "The drawing is beautiful."

I don't know if Xu Haofeng is obsessed with writing martial arts novels. The above martial arts moves are unreliable at first glance.

He is not different from the mainstream, he is non-mainstream.

Ding Xiu really can't do this kind of move, it's too shameful, it's good that the movie isn't released, and the audience will definitely laugh at it after it's released.

"It's okay." Xu Haofeng said modestly: "The focus is on martial arts moves. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"My suggestion is to replace them all, like a child playing house, spread the word and make people laugh."

Xu Haofeng's face turned red from the suffocation. Ding Xiu dismissed all the martial arts moves he devised with passion, which is too embarrassing.

"What's the reason?"

Gao Yuanyuan also stared wide-eyed. It's not that he has never seen an actor who beats a director, but they are all big actors. Ding Xiu, a little-known actor, dared to ask the director to change all the martial arts moves.

The key director hasn't scolded him yet.

"There are too many reasons, and I can't justify it." Ding Xiu said, crossing his legs, "I would like to ask you, what is the original intention of designing these movements? Or what do you want to express."

Xu Haofeng took a deep breath and said seriously: "I want to restore the real martial arts, give the audience a different experience, and let them know that kung fu is not like flying around like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"Kungfu has no flying over walls, no sword energy, no three hundred rounds, it's ugly to fight, and life and death are only a moment."

"The name of this movie is The Lost Martial Arts. The male protagonist represents that martial arts. You can see the concentration of the rivers and lakes in him. Living in a modern society, he either blends in or resists..."

Crackling, Xu Haofeng talked for more than ten minutes at a stretch, and at the end he was so moved.

Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Baoqiang can also feel his love for martial arts, his admiration and love for martial arts.

In order to show respect for this second-year martial arts youth, Ding Xiu lowered his legs: "Director Xu, have you ever seen martial arts fighters compete?"

It took a few seconds to calm down, before Xu Haofeng said: "Yes, I drew it according to the scene of their martial arts competition."

"How much actual combat experience do those people have? Is the game divided into life and death? How can you be sure that it is real martial arts?"

"How can there be so much actual combat experience in these years? Fighting is illegal, and it is even more impossible to fight to the death, but I can be sure that they all really have martial arts."

"Is their martial arts one for Hongquan and the other for Changquan, each in its own way, so it looks funny?"

"It's not Hongquan and Changquan, but it's true that each fights in its own way, and it doesn't look good when you fight."

Ding Xiu picked out his ears and blew on his little finger. Gao Yuanyuan leaned back, clenched her teeth, with disgust on her face.

"That's right. Those of them have practiced martial arts for more than ten or twenty years, and they haven't fought a few times. They don't have any actual combat experience. They fight their own way. This kind of fight is muddled. Stupid."

"I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you a free lesson to show you what Kung Fu is. Come here with two prop knives."

The crew lives in a hotel, and there are rented houses nearby to store equipment and props. Xu Haofeng made a phone call, and the knife was delivered within a few minutes.

Painted wooden knives, one with nine rings and one with Kaishan, look the same as real knives if you don't use them.

At the entrance of the hotel, Ding Xiu threw the nine-ring machete to Wang Baoqiang, and took the machete himself: "Hit me with your greatest strength."

"Okay bro."

He usually practiced a lot of duels, Wang Baoqiang knew Ding Xiu's strength, and he couldn't beat ten of them together, so he didn't intend to be polite.

First, he performed a lunge wrapping around his head on the spot, watching Xu Haofeng clap his hands, then he rushed up and slashed Huashan with a powerful move on Ding Xiu's forehead.

The speed was very fast and the force was fierce. In an instant, both Xu Haofeng and Gao Yuanyuan's hearts stopped beating.

Although it is a prop knife, it still hurts when it is hit on the head. If this is implemented, the minimum is a concussion.

"clang!"

To their relief, Ding Xiu just took a step back and blocked it with one hand holding the knife.

In the next minute, Wang Baoqiang staged a frightening knife technique, each knife aimed at Ding Xiu's vital points, whether it was the neck or the forehead, or the stomach, or the thigh.

Seeing Xu Haofeng and Gao Yuanyuan breaking out in cold sweat, fortunately Ding Xiu blocked them all with a relaxed attitude.

Glancing at Xu Haofeng, Ding Xiu said, "Look, this is martial arts."

After speaking, he began to fight back, slashing obliquely with the knife, with the sound of howling wind in the air, the hairs on Wang Baoqiang's neck stood up, and he crossed the knife in a panic.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

"boom!"

Only three swords were blocked, and Wang Baoqiang's nine rings only had five rings left. The front half of the sword was cut off, and the fourth sword couldn't catch it, and the whole sword was thrown out of his hand.

Shaking his numb hand, Wang Baoqiang complained: "Brother, your strength is getting stronger every time. If you kill me, I won't fight you anymore."

Ding Xiu said to Xu Haofeng: "Small trial, imitating a life-and-death battle, do you think it is different from those martial arts masters you saw?"

Xu Haofeng didn't say anything. Is there any difference? The difference is huge. The contests he saw were all done carefully. The two sides observed each other for a few seconds before starting.

It's not as crazy as Wang Baoqiang, he slashes as soon as he goes up, Wang Baoqiang is fierce, Ding Xiu is even more fierce, breaking Wang Baoqiang's defense with a few cuts, and cutting off his sword.

He has never seen this kind of fast-paced fighting, and he has only seen it in film and television dramas, but he knows that the movies are fake because of his background in directing. .

Ding Xiu's speed and such a long fight can't be rehearsed, even if Kung Fu Emperor Li Lianjie is here.

"Why do you say it's a life-and-death battle?"

"Because we don't have the intention to kill." Ding Xiu threw away the wooden knife, clapped his hands and said, "Bao Qiang knows that I can block it, so he slashes casually. I know I can hold back my strength, and I'm not afraid of hurting him."

"A real life-and-death battle is much more cruel than this. When two soldiers who don't know each other meet on the battlefield, either you die or I die. How crazy do you think it will be?"

"You put those famous martial arts masters you know on the battlefield, can you see if he can still perform moves so calmly?"

After being silent for a while, Xu Haofeng said: "You can discuss with Wang Baoqiang about playing, my only requirement is to be as real as possible."

Ding Xiu shook his head: "I won't do it."

"why?"

"This is the job of a martial arts instructor. You let me do it. What do you think?"

"then you?"

"I have to pay more!"

In an instant, the image of a master that Ding Xiu had just erected in Gao Yuanyuan's heart collapsed and shattered to pieces.

(End of this chapter)