Chapter Nineteen: Fighting Sword Saint Japanese Swordsmanship
"Stuck, passed!"
"Congratulations to Ding Xiu for finishing the film!"
Under director Yuan Bing's heavy and powerful announcement, Ding Xiu has finished filming.
Everyone applauded.
Miao Yi bought a bouquet of flowers from somewhere and handed it over to everyone's hesitation.
"Congratulations on wrapping up your first movie. Remember to treat me to dinner tonight."
"Definitely." Ding Xiu looked at Yu Chenghui, an old man with a white beard who was about to leave outside the venue, and said quickly: "See you later."
Facing Yu Chenghui's back, Ding Xiu chased after him and stopped him before getting in the car.
"Senior, stay."
The first time he met Yu Chenghui, he wanted to fight. From then on, Chenghui always said that he would have another day, and he didn't even wait until he finished filming and left.
Thanks to the change of male lead, Yu Chenghui's scenes needed to be reshot, so she was asked to come back.
After finally getting the opportunity, Ding Xiu didn't want to miss it. He will leave the crew tomorrow and there will be no next time if he doesn't compete.
"What's the matter?" Yu Chenghui turned around.
"I heard that you are very good at swordsmanship, but I don't believe it."
"Haha, if you want to challenge you, just say so. It's not like I won't agree."
Ding Xiu smiled and made an inviting gesture towards the cave in Siguo Cliff.
The scenery of "Si Guo Ya Ya" cost the crew 1 million. The scene is grand and beautifully decorated, and it almost restores the appearance of the original ecological cave one to one. The actors and staff who have seen the scene said that Zhang Jizhong has a conscience.
However, Ding Xiu had a different view. He felt that Lao Zhang must have received kickbacks because he shot only a few scenes for a million-dollar scene.
I chose a Ming Dynasty prop knife on the spot. After trying the feel, Ding Xiu inserted the knife into the sheath. The knife was a bit short and too light, so I could barely use it.
"It's finished, what are you doing?" Yuan Bing was confused.
"Senior Yu and I are discussing and exchanging ideas. I don't want to be disturbed by outsiders, so I'll borrow the cave for a few minutes."
Following Ding Xiu's gaze, Yuan Bing saw that Yu Chenghui also picked up a sword, and immediately became excited: "Put it on me, I'm sure no one will bother you."
The two entered the cave one after another. Others were curious and wanted to take a look, but were scolded away by Yuan Bing.
Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui were five meters apart. One held a knife and the other held a sword. The two sides opened their stances and held each other's fists.
"Senior, we only distinguish between superior and inferior, not life and death."
Yu Chenghui's eyelids twitched. If he didn't say this in his relationship, the two of them would be separated in life and death. How could they risk their lives in a martial arts competition?
"please."
"please."
Ding Xiu became interested when he saw Yu Chenghui doing a horse stance and holding a sword with both hands.
"A two-handed sword? It's interesting."
"That's right, it's a two-handed sword." Yu Chenghui said, "The advantage of holding a sword like this is that it's fast. Boy, be careful."
Ding Xiu half-squinted his eyes and said, "My sword is also very fast and very powerful."
At the entrance of the cave, Yuan Bing stared intently at the sparring that was about to begin.
He had seen Yu Chenghui's swordsmanship before. He was tall, his arms were longer than ordinary people, and he held the sword with both hands. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as fast as lightning. It hit his throat in an instant, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
People in the industry rated him as fast, tricky, with vicious moves, powerful, and very practical.
However, after seeing Ding Xiu's gesture of placing his right hand on the handle of the knife, Yuan Bing frowned.
"Yin hand knife!" Yu Chenghui expressed his doubts.
The gesture of a normal person holding a sword is with the tiger's mouth facing the tip of the sword, which is called a yang-hand sword. Holding the handle of the sword backwards, with the tiger's mouth facing outward, is called a yin-hand sword. It is common in RB's kendo, and is usually used for Iai slashing, that is, drawing the sword to cut.
Without replying to him, Ding Xiu had already closed his eyes.
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that he didn't move, Yu Chenghui felt insulted. He glared, shouted, stepped forward several times, sank his body, and stabbed diagonally with his sword.
"What a tricky sword." Yuan Bing sweated for Ding Xiu.
An expert knows the way. Despite his age, the old man has a well-deserved reputation as a swordsman. These few steps may seem ordinary, but in fact there is a mystery inside. The first few steps are just fake moves. Until the last second, you don’t know what his sword is.
Where to stab.
To Yuan Bing's surprise, squatting down was also a fake move used by the old man. He stood up in less than half a second, turned his sword upward and struck Huashan with a powerful move.
This is the killer trick.
Ding Xiu moved, and when the sword light was about to fall, he opened his eyes with a slight smile on his lips.
"Qiang!"
The long sword was lifted out of its sheath and blocked horizontally by Chenghui's sword.
The old man was older and stronger. The moment they touched each other, Ding Xiu's wrists went numb and he had to take a small step back to lower his center of gravity.
As the swords clashed, Ding Xiumeng turned to the left to avoid the edge of the sword, and held the sword with both hands. Then he quickly dived down, from top to bottom, and slashed at Yu Chenghui's falling sword, which he could not recover in time.
"Clang!"
Half of the sword fell to the ground.
A sword was gently placed on his shoulder, and Yu Chenghui, who was holding half of the sword in his hand, was dumbfounded.
Yuan Bing, the only spectator, opened his mouth wide and even dropped his cigarette butt to the ground without reacting.
What did he see? They met each other, and the winner was decided in one move. Ding Xiu first drew his sword to block the falling sword, then stepped around and turned around, holding the sword with both hands.
One yin and one yang, the two hands held the sword in different postures and slashed down at the same time, breaking Yu Chenghui's sword in one stroke.
"Impossible, how could it be so fast?" Yuan Bing shook his head in disbelief and murmured: "Ding Xiu started later, how could he arrive first?"
Suddenly, he saw the scabbard lying on the ground behind Ding Xiu, and understood something.
Ding Xiu drew the sword quickly and pulled out the scabbard with his left hand at the same time, saving a few tenths of a second. Don't underestimate these few tenths of a second. If he had been slower, Yu Chenghui's sword would have fallen in front of his face.
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"What kind of sword technique are you doing?" Yu Chenghui asked.
Ding Xiu held a sword in his hand, picked up the scabbard on the ground, and put the cracked sword back in: "Have you ever heard of Japanese swordsmanship?"
Yu Chenghui shook his head and asked again: "Island country swordsmanship?"
"The Qi family's sword technique." Ding Xiudan said: "It comes from the Qi family army and is specially used to defeat Japanese pirates."
"Good sword skills." Yu Chenghui didn't care. He praised it when he heard that it was used to fight Japanese pirates. After saying this, he lowered his head and looked at the half-sword: "Why did my sword break?"
"I hit the same spot twice, it's weird that it keeps happening."
"Then why didn't your knife break?"
"The first time the swords collided, I used the middle position of the blade, and the second time I used the forward position of the blade. The two cutting edges were different, so the loss was not big."
In the final analysis, the quality of the weapons is not good. The prop swords used by the crew are made of steel in order to be realistic, but they are not sharp and cannot hurt anyone.
This kind of steel is stamped and has not been tempered. It will curl when touched and break when exerted force.
If it was Ding Xiu's former Mei Ying who still had so many things to do, he wouldn't have to cut the same place twice.
Throwing the half-cut sword on the ground, Yu Chenghui took out his mobile phone and said: "Leave a phone number and we can discuss it again when we have the opportunity."
"Okay!" Ding Xiu said after writing down Yu Chenghui's number, "Are there many people like you?"