He was about to leave and wanted someone to eat cakes. Wu Wangting's attitude was not like a gift cake. It was just a possibility that he wanted to practice Ding Xiu.
So Cheng Long, Wu Bing, Cheng Xiaodong, Wang Jiawei and other talents stopped and prepared to see the next peak showdown.
"Half is too little. I can't eat enough. If you want to give it, just give it the whole piece." Wu Wangting refused, so Ding Xiu reached out to grab it.
After turning his palm, Wu Wangting pulled his hand, but Ding Xiu did not succeed. He said, "There are talents in the country, but young people are very brave, but my cake is not easy to take."
"You can tell if it's easy to get it."
Wu Wangting refused to give it to him, Ding Xiu took it himself and reached out to grab Wu Wangting's palm.
But Wu Wangting's hand was like a loach, very slippery. He just grabbed it and slipped away from his hand, as if he had nowhere to borrow power.
Withdrawing his hand, Ding Xiu took a small step forward and gently leaned forward with one hand on Wu Wangting's wrist.
"Is Tai Chi? It's interesting, let's see if it's your Tai Chi rubbing or my Ba Ji hard."
"Tai Chi is both hard and soft, and the several big hammer methods are no worse than Bajiquan. Young people, I'll give you a word, there are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky."
"Sorry, I haven't met an opponent yet."
Before the formal fight was formally fought, the conversation between the two was full of gunpowder.
Wu Jing whispered to Wu Bing: "Master, who can win Brother Xiu or Mr. Wu?"
Cheng Long, Wang Jiawei and others hurriedly pricked their ears.
Wu Bing shook his head and said with a serious expression: "I don't know."
Wang Jiawei said: "Coach Wu, why didn't you know? It's obvious that Ding Xiu is powerful. Although I don't practice martial arts, I also know the reason why boxing is afraid of being strong. Moreover, Ding Xiu should strengthen it and strengthen it."
"Old Wu is almost ninety years old. No matter how powerful he was when he was young, he didn't need to support him at this age. It would be good to walk two kilometers in one breath. No match for Ding Xiu."
Cheng Long nodded.
It is true that Wang Jiawei is an outsider, but what he said is correct.
Those who learn martial arts know that they can’t be beaten when they are old, and the situation in martial arts novels that get older and more powerful does not exist.
If you are in the sixties or seventies, it would be great if you don’t have the three highs, let alone various underlying diseases.
With the fact that Wu Wangting is nearly ninety years old, let alone Ding Xiu, even a junior high school student, I am afraid that he can be beaten.
"You don't understand, they are not competing for strength now." Wu Bing looked at the two on the field and explained: "If it's a head-on kung fu, how could Mr. Wu beat Ding Xiu? A 15 or 16-year-old child can do it
Trip him."
"But they are competing with strength now. Mr. Wu asked Ding Xiu to break the cake and use Tai Chi to rub the strength to avoid his strength, leaving him with nowhere to start."
"In order not to let Mr. Wu suffer a loss, Ding Xiu said he wanted a whole cake because one cake is much more difficult than half a cake."
"A half of the cake is enough to break it down. Mr. Wu needs to let go of a cake. The former is like a 60-minute exam, while the latter is a teacher who won the paper."
Wu Jing suddenly realized: "Yang Luchan, a master of Tai Chi, has a unique skill that birds cannot fly, which means that birds cannot fly in the palm of their hands because they have nowhere to borrow power."
"Now Ding Xiu is like that bird. Old Wu controls him, so he can't get this cake no matter what?"
The TV series Wu Jing played in the second year of his debut was called Grandmaster of Tai Chi. The character he played was Yang Yugan, and the prototype was Yang Luchan. He practiced Tai Chi a lot 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 that, he understood that this was a bird that didn't fly.
"Isn't a bird not flying a TV series? Is it a story in martial arts history? No one has used it in real life. Is there really such skill?" Wang Jiawei raised his own question.
He has interviewed many famous martial arts masters and also heard that Tai Chi birds do not fly, but he has only heard of it. When asked who can do it, no one dares to say anything.
It is up to be discussed to explain the truth or falsehood of the matter.
Wu Binghua glanced at Wang Jiawei, an amateur, and said with a little contempt: "Before Ding Xiu took action, have you seen anyone who could practice Bajiquan to this level?"
Wang Jiawei shut up.
Before Ding Xiu, let alone someone could practice Bajiquan to this level, even if he had never heard of anyone who could practice martial arts to this level.
One person beats dozens of people, but they don’t believe it when they say it, it’s like making a movie.
"So, things you haven't seen before do not mean they don't exist."
After saying this, Wu Bing turned his attention to the scene again.
Ding Xiu and Wu Wangting were pushing hands, going back and forth, without a single step, and they were all using one-handed.
The two of them were hard and soft, and their strength was very obvious. Ding Xiu's technique was strong, straightforward and sharp.
Wu Wangting was gentle, and every move was a big move.
One hard and the other soft, the two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
A few dozen seconds later, Wu Wangting flipped his wrist up and avoided Ding Xiu's attack. Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu slapped hard below, and the peach sauce in his palm flew out of his hand and flew into the air.
Wu Wangting wanted to take it with his hands, but as soon as he lifted it up, Ding Xiu grabbed his wrist and couldn't move.
I could only watch the Taosu falling.
"Pap!"
Before he could land, Ding Xiu gently pushed his knees and bounced Taosu back. This time, Wu Wangting did not rob him anymore, but watched Ding Xiu reach out to catch him.
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 on when you have time in the future."
"Forget it, I'm afraid of being beaten up."
After saying this, Ding Xiu turned around and left and went downstairs.
Wu Wangting looked at his back and shook his head and laughed.
In the stairwell, Wu Jing asked Ding Xiu: "It was Brother Xiu just now, did you win?"
"That's right." After taking the last bite of peach crisp, Ding Xiu patted the crushed powder on his hand.
Old Man Wu is quite powerful, his strength is more clever than him. It really corresponds to the saying, there are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven.
He was able to win because the old man was not physically strong and didn't hold on for long. After being attacked by his Bajiquan force, he became tired.
Finally, he seized the opportunity and was foolish, forcing the old man to turn his hands around. Then he launched a sneak attack below, grabbing the old man's wrist, making him unable to move.
If the old man is fifty years younger, it is hard to say who will win and lose when the two fight. Maybe he can still see the Tai Chi Cannon Hammer.
But this is just a thought.
Win is winning, losing is losing, there is no if.
In the first floor lobby, Ding Xiu had not arrived at the door, and the waiter who was responsible for cutting the door trotted and walked forward to open the door.
Just opened.
The gate was full of people. At first glance, people were crowded with people and tides came over.
The front is media and magazines, with dozens of microphones reaching out and interviewing with long guns and short cannons.
"Master Ding, what do you think of the eight martial arts halls fighting you together?"
"I heard that you will have legal liability if you beat someone to death?"
"How do you evaluate Hong Kong martial arts world?"
"Master Ding, is it true or false to challenge dozens of people you have to fight alone?"
"Don't worry, come one by one, raise your hands and line up."
Wu Jing blinked at Ding Xiu and signaled him to finish the interview first.
"This matter is a long story, and we have to start from scratch. We were filming wolf teeth at that time. Langya knows it. A martial arts movie directed by me and starring Ding Xiu. How do you say this movie? I'll give it all.
It took a few years to polish the script just by doing it. Let’s talk about investment, blockbusters of over ten million levels…”
Facing interviews with dozens of media outlets, Wu Jing talked about the Wolf Teeth Movie with a whisper.
There are so many media outlets that I can’t invite them at ordinary times. If you are willing to stuff money, others are unwilling to publish in the newspaper.
Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although people may not write it in at that time, as long as there is a family inviting it, Langya will make a profit.
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"Brother Xiu, awesome!"
“Low down!”
"One single-handed fight against the eight martial arts schools is strong!"
"If there are no eight, there are only six or seven."
"I heard that you beat dozens of people alone, and many of them broke their hands and feet."
"After the media transitioned publicity, I just put down a dozen."
"If you don't go to boxing, what kind of entertainment industry are you going to do? You have a promising boxing game than being an actor."
"If you can't make it in a few years, you can consider boxing. Now, forget it, it's better for actors to make money easily and make money quickly."
"You are quite capable. You dare to fight. Have you ever considered me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm wrong."
"Brother Xiu, are you injured?"
"I hurt my waist, I don't know if it's okay."
The next day, on the set, in my spare time, Ding Xiu sat on the lounge chair, picked up his phone and replied to messages from his friend, and life was very happy.
I don’t know why, since he came back, the crew and actors have been much more polite to him.
Especially for the opponent actors who have martial arts scenes, they always come over to hand in a cup of tea and say hello before filming.
"Brother Xiu, there are still five minutes left before waiting. If you are not busy, you can start to put on makeup."
The staff walked up to him and said with a smile.
"Is it only five minutes? Why didn't I say it earlier?"
"I'm afraid of disturbing you."
"What's there to do to fight or not to bother with this."
Ding Xiu got up to make up his makeup, and after walking for a few steps, he turned around and raised his hand. The staff was so scared that they blocked their heads and retreated.
"Help me get my phone down and give it to Xiao Zhao later."
Assistant Zhao Liying went to the bathroom and was not here for the time being.
"Okay, Brother."
After taking Ding Xiu's cell phone, the staff breathed a sigh of relief and was scared and sweated in a cold sweat just now.
How powerful is Ding Xiu? Everyone in Hong Kong knows that he is known to be a master who can cut dozens of people with a samurai sword. It is said that he killed blood in one battle yesterday, and the ambulances are filled with all the ambulances.
Wing Chun, Hong Quan, Cai Lifo and other sects all went in vertically and came out horizontally.
Either he was beaten and vomited blood or was beaten to quit the world.
Now Ding Xiuren is nicknamed Ding Laomo and kills without blinking.
Just now, Ding Xiu raised his hand, and the staff thought he was doing something bad and wanted to be beaten.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a gentle man and won't hit anyone." Ding Xiu said with a smile after patting the staff's shoulder.
"Yes, Brother Xiu, I understand, how could you hit people randomly?"
"Um."
As soon as Ding Xiu left, the staff member took a bitter face and pulled the colleague beside him and shouted: "Let me see if my shoulders are green, and if my bones are broken?"
"No, your shoulders are normal, but I heard that Ding Xiu has internal strength. If you pay attention, it may be internal injuries."
"Do I have a bone-transformed palm? Damn, I want to take a leave to go to the hospital for a film."
Ding Xiu didn't know what happened behind him, so he finished finishing his makeup and went to the shooting site to start the filming site. Today's scene was to eat noodles in the tea restaurant.
The Hong Kong actress who acted opposite her was named Hui Yinghong, a famous Hong Kong girl. She has been in the industry for decades and has been filming scenes for half of her acting career, forcing an outsider who has not practiced Kung Fu to become a professional martial arts fighter.
actor.
However, she didn't have any fighting scenes in the play Langya, she only had two literary scenes, two pages of lines before and after, which was a guest appearance.
"Master Ding, hello."
Seeing Ding Xiu, Hui Yinghong stepped forward and shook hands with a smile.
"Hello, Sister Hong."
"Before I came, I heard that this was a kung fu movie. I also wanted to shoot a few martial arts games. Now it seems that I don't have my fighting scenes."
"Don't worry, I'm very professional in filming, and fighting scenes won't hurt people."
"I understand, I understand, I admire your excellent kung fu. Among the sects you challenged, I have learned several more. I didn't expect that the masters would lose to you."
When beating a girl, you don’t just want to be like it. Hong Kong Island’s movie styles are varied. There was a time when the most popular one was kung fu film, and the most tiring one was also kung fu film.
The three-story building does not carry any protection measures, and you will jump as soon as you say it.
There is no such thing as misplaced and fake fighting scenes in some martial arts scenes. They are all real fighting. The worst time she was hit by an adult man in her stomach for more than 30 times, almost killing her.
Of course, in addition to being beaten, you also need to be able to beat. For this reason, she has found some martial arts schools to learn martial arts. Many of the people who were sent to the hospital by Ding Xiu today are her former masters.
"Everyone makes friends through martial arts, and the focus is on participation, and winning or losing is not important."
At this minute, Ding Xiu was very modest, and when he fought against others and cut with a knife, he looked exactly the same.
If it weren't for someone who had watched the scene, it would be difficult to associate him with the indifferent, arrogant, righteous and evil Ding Xiu.
Hui Yinghong smiled strongly: "Yes, it's important to participate."
What she heard was different from what Ding Xiu said. As far as he knew, everyone was killed in the scene, chopping one after another. The worst Wing Chun Lianglu was hit by more than twenty swords on his body, and the sword avoided the vital damage.
Then, then
There were also people who said that Ding Xiu was not satisfied with the chopping, saying that he wanted to cut ten people, and a samurai sword rushed towards dozens of people, killing him so hard that blood flowed into a river.
He has a strong aura, a strong killing intention, and strong kung fu. This is what everyone's evaluation of him.
Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu himself was quite harmonious and gentle. It seemed that the rumors were wrong and the media could not believe it.
"Brother Xiu, you are ready to start shooting. Lao Huo, come over from outside. Sister Hong, you are standing at the cashier."
Carrying a bowling bag, Ding Xiu walked over the street with traffic. There were a lot of traffic and pedestrians on the roadside. He was not an extra, but all the people.
Hong Kong films are all so virtuous. If you can, don’t give money. If you don’t give money, you will not give money. If you have a machine on the street, the common people will be the best extras and save even lunch boxes.
Crossing the zebra crossing, Ding Xiu pushed open the door of the restaurant.
...
"Ka!"
"Pass!"
There is no martial arts battle in this scene, and there are few lines, mainly eating noodles.
It seemed almost the same, the director called out and was about to shoot the next scene, and the next scene was also the same scene, but this time it was replaced by the heroine.
Without his own drama, Ding Xiu came to the street with the noodles he had eaten in the last filming scene, brought a small stool to sit down, and started eating with big mouthfuls.
There was a small cart selling fish balls on the roadside, and he added a few more. While he was making it for him, the uncle chatted with him and asked what the name of the movie they were filming.
While Ding Xiu was chatting and eating fish ball noodles, a black Mercedes-Benz business car parked opposite the horse stairs. Wang Jiawei, who was wearing leather clothes and sunglasses, got out of the car and walked over.