Chapter 301 Young people dont respect martial ethics
After being recognized, Ding Xiu openly put away his mask and hat, clasped his fists and bowed to everyone.
It's a matter of time to be recognized. He is afraid of causing a disturbance in the school for fans, and he has no worries when facing these people.
"Hello Brother Xiu, I am your fan. What scenes are you doing recently?"
"Brother Xiu, is it true or not to fight against the eight major sects in Hong Kong alone?"
"Ding Xiu, I heard you are very arrogant. Do you dare to fight me?"
"Teacher Ding, I am proficient in Baji Wing Chun and Tan Le Hongquan. Can I act with you? Give me a chance, I am no worse than Li Lianjie."
"Brother, Brother Xiu, is there anyone in your company still in your company? I'll be your substitute."
The last second was full of gunpowder, but the next second the scene changed. Looking at the fanatical eyes of these people, Ding Xiu was a little worried, for fear that these two hundred people would rush up at once.
He only knew that he had many fans in the film and television industry, but he didn't expect that people in the martial arts circle would be so enthusiastic.
It seems that I still pay too little attention to this circle.
It’s not that Ding Xiu was like this. He made money by entering the entertainment industry, and he rarely paid attention to things other than making money.
The martial arts circle is too scattered, and there are too many sects, which are even more exaggerated than the Thirteenth Taibao in Jiangsu. In a province, there are fewer than dozens of sects, and no one is convinced.
Some experts still package it and have no practical experience at all. Over time, Ding Xiu is not very interested and rarely appears in this area.
Unless he is interested occasionally, he will not do anything thankless.
"quiet!"
"Quiet!"
"Please be quiet and disqualify the competition again!"
The referee shouted a few times with a dark face and finally played a role. Everyone slowly returned to the team, but they betrayed their mood from time to time by turning their heads and looking back.
"Master Ding, stand in front."
Seeing that these people were not attentive to follow the rules, the referee had no choice but to call Ding Xiu to the front.
Ding Xiu walked out from behind, strode to the front and stood. His sixth sense told him that countless eyes were staring at the back of his head.
It’s not like a ray of light on my back, but the chrysanthemum tightens.
Anyone who is stared at the back by one or two hundred big men is probably thinking about it.
"The competition is divided into three days. I will give you a job tag for the competition later, with corresponding numbers on it. The adjacent odd and even two people in the first round are in a group. For example, if you are number one, then you will be number two.
Group one, number three and number four are in a group, and this list is recommended.”
"The same is true for those who advance to the second round. According to the adjacent numbers, it is a group. For example, if you are number one, but number two and number three are eliminated, and number four is still there, then you can compete with number four. Don't worry, every round
We all have staff statistics numbers to inform you before the game.”
"There are a few points that I need to emphasize. Although it is a competition, friendship is the first priority. You cannot hurt people's vital points. You must not hit fatal parts unconditionally. You must obey the referee's whistle and stop if you want to stop..."
"Now, we all swear to me together. Let me say something, promote Chinese martial arts and inherit the excellent morals of warriors..."
The process before the official start of the game was very formal. Ding Xiu participated for the first time and it was quite innovative. During the oath session, the referees also spoke together, but their words were different from others.
They focus on justice, fairness and openness, and do not engage in fraud, cover up, or be partial.
After the oath was completed, the No. 1 referee also warned everyone that the campus should abide by the rules, do not affect or harass students, cause chaos on campus, and those who violate the game will be kicked out of the game.
When he said this, he looked at Ding Xiu a few times, and he trimmed Ding a little depressed.
Is he such a person to harass a student?
The game started a while later. Ding Xiu hung the work sign he received around his neck, which read 038. It was not his turn for the time being. He came to the referee seat and Xu Haofeng.
"Old man, who is it? Are you targeting me?"
Xu Haofeng coughed and whispered: "Brother, don't you see it? The brand in front of him is famous, Wujiang."
"I know it's Wujiang, I don't know you, so I'll introduce you."
"Don't be damn it, don't be too old and of a high seniority, you are also a student of Baji. You may even call him Master in front of him."
"Oh, say it."
"Bajiquan has a heritage. Currently, the most complete inheritance is Mr. Wu. He is the authentic Baji and belongs to the seventh generation. Cangzhou knows that there is a place called Mengcun, which is known as Bajiwo..."
When talking about Bajiquan, you cannot avoid the Baji of Mengcun, and Baji of Mengcun cannot avoid the Wujiang.
Since the early 1980s, Wujiang has been a business card for Bajiquan, and has received martial arts groups and martial arts enthusiasts from more than a dozen countries including Japan, the United States, South Korea, Britain, Germany, etc., and has been invited to give lectures in many countries more than 30 times.
Carry forward the Bajiquan.
Wu Jiang is now the vice president of the local provincial martial arts association, professor of the sports academy, senior national coach, and eighth-stage martial arts.
If you say you are awesome, it’s okay. Wujiang still has students everywhere. Many of these students have become famous, including national first-class martial arts teachers, martial arts teachers at Peking University, principals of the Ancient Martial Arts School, etc.
Comparing the modern martial arts circle to martial arts novels, Wujiang is almost the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
"So powerful?" Ding Xiu's eyes shining: "Is he good at fighting?"
Xu Haofeng had a black face: "A sixty-year-old man is so embarrassed?"
Fist is afraid of being strong at a young age. No matter how powerful he is when he is young, he will not be able to get old. Wu Jiang is 60 years old and his strength is not as good as before. Ding Xiu won the battle with others and was not as good as before.
If you lose, you are shameless, you will be embarrassed to win.
If there is another bump in the middle, the matter will be serious.
He smiled and Ding Xiu said, "You said his students are very powerful. Did you come here today? I'll get to know each other."
What's the point of beating young people? These people on the referee's seat are almost the same. Since they can be the referee, they must have two tricks.
Except for Xu Haofeng.
This guy is very good at speaking. When talking about martial arts, he also knows the famous martial arts masters clearly. He knows all about what sect and what kung fu is.
However, it cannot be used to fight, and it is useless to warm it up.
"Yes, that's it." Xu Haofeng pointed to a middle-aged man on the referee's seat and said, "Liu Xiaoyun, studying under Wujiang, a national first-class martial arts teacher, and a teacher in the Department of Martial Arts of the University of Sports."
Following his gaze, Ding Xiu shook his head: "What I want is a real training student."
It’s useless to just push the title. Can people who spend their time in this area still have time to practice martial arts?
"Ha, I haven't finished speaking yet. He is also the vice president of the Cangzhou Taekwondo Association, the head coach of the Swiss Boxing Kung Fu School, and the visiting professor of Taekwondo at the Korean General Practice University."
"Last year, at the fourth international traditional martial arts competition, he participated in six events and won six firsts, including Bajiquan first, Zilong spear first, Meteor hammer first, Pair first, and Slave first, and Slave first
one."
"In March this year, I won three championships in the international martial arts world of Hong Kong Island."
Xu Haofeng lowered his voice and said, "Liu Xiaoyun practiced martial arts at the age of eight. He has been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years. He has played practical battles and routine competitions. He is one of the few people in the martial arts world who can play with strength today."
"Actually, even if you don't ask, I will introduce you to you."
It is undeniable that there are many fake masters in the circle nowadays, and few people have real talents and knowledge, but there are always some, and most of these people’s kung fu is inherited.
Unlike those who became monks halfway through the journey, they have incomplete inheritance and are not in line with their fighting and practice. The master has never fought in his life, and the disciples he taught cannot fight in practice. The disciples' disciples are still the same, and their kung fu has become physical exercises.
Then, then
Mengcun’s Baji is still very perfect, and there are many things that can be learned. Many older generations have a fighting style and handed it over to their apprentices before they die.
Liu Xiaoyun is a very smart person himself. After learning the true teachings of Baji in Wujiang, he did not stand firm, but kept communicating with other masters, and even went to learn Sanda to learn about other people's fighting strengths.
That is, a harmonious society. If it were in ancient times, such people would not be like this. They were born in troubled times, either becoming thieves or going to the battlefield to gallop on the battlefield.
"Interesting." After Xu Haofeng said this, Ding Xiu became interested.
Liu Xiaoyun was looking down at the student information in his hand. He noticed someone looking at him. He turned his head and looked at Ding Xiu's fighting spirit.
With his eyes closed, Liu Xiaoyun nodded with a smile, saying hello.
He knew Ding Xiu.
The only master of Baji in the entertainment industry, who once used Level 8 collapse to knock out the Sanda boxing champion, and later challenged the eight major sects of Hong Kong alone, using Bajiquan.
In March this year, he participated in a martial arts competition in Hong Kong and heard those people describe Ding Xiu's battle.
To be honest, it's very exaggerated, and it feels like listening to the story.
If it weren't for the talk of a senior brother from Bajiquan in Hong Kong Island, he would have wanted to give the other party two big mouths.
If you hit a dozen people alone, how many meters can you fly someone out? How many meters can you tell him about Stories from a Chinese Studio?
The problem is that there are not only one or two people saying this. In that battle, there were many people present, which proved that Ding Xiu was powerful. He asked a few privately, but the results were almost the same.
So, his interest rose.
In this Bajiquan competition, Xu Haofeng raised Ding Xiu's name and said that he wanted him to be one of the referees. He did not even think about it and expressed his support. The main purpose was to meet him for a while.
"The unrelated people retreat to the audience, No. 1 and No. 2, please come on the stage, No. 3 and No. 4 gather at the venue, No. 5 and No. 6 and No. 7 and No. 8 are wearing protective gear and preparing."
Ding Xiu originally wanted to go over and say hello, but the game began when the referee's whistle interrupted.
He could only retreat to the audience to watch the game.
"Brother, click until you go, show your mercy."
"Come on, communicate with each other."
"Contract."
"Senior brother is amazing. Where is Baji? I'll treat you to dinner later."
"I, Suzhou Allian, who is your senior brother?"
Although it was a confrontation, the overall situation was still very harmonious. No one was trying hard to fight. They were all the time. Some of them could still be friends after the match.
Ding Xiu shook his head when watching the previous few games.
No blood at all.
The fight between the flesh and blood was not bleeding even after a single match. Often, the winner was decided in just a few moves, which was too amateur.
In the referee seat, Liu Xiaoyun hugged her hands in front of her chest, noticed Ding Xiu's shaking her head and the corners of her mouth were raised.
This level of competition is really not a big deal, it's too pediatric.
As time went by, Ding Xiu almost realized that he was sleepy. There were a few good games in the middle. Someone put his opponent down in one round. He had rich fighting experience and had the foundation of Sanda and Taekwondo.
"038,039 Players wear protective gear and be prepared."
"Brother Xiu, it's your place."
"Um."
Ding Xiu, who was holding his chin, nodded lightly, stood up and got out of the field, putting on the protective gear of the contestant who had just come down, one to protect the crotch, one to protect the chest, and one to protect the head.
The whole audience focused on Ding Xiu again.
Legend is a legend after all, and no one has ever seen this fighting star take action.
It's a mule or a horse, you'll know right away.
Taking off his shoes, Ding Xiu came to the field barefoot. His opponent was a man in his thirties, with a beard, a bright eyes, and a body full of tendons.
"The big star Ding Xiu, right? I thought I'd met you very early."
As he spoke, the big man's fingers were pinching the skulls, and he was full of smiles.
He was the group of people who didn't believe Ding Xiu could beat him.
If he beat Ding Xiu up today, he would not know if he would be in the news afterwards. He has become famous since then.
"As you wish." Ding Xiu held his fists and bowed.
The referee stood between the two of them, frowned after hearing this, and said to the man: "The rules have been said before, I don't want to repeat them. If there is any violation, you will be responsible for the consequences."
Anyone who meets the big star Ding Xiu will have a desire to win or lose. It is normal. I am afraid that some people will be overwhelmed and will not be able to stop fighting.
"Are you ready?"
"Three, two, one, prepare, start!"
The big man grinned at the corner of his mouth and the back of his ears. He could already imagine Ding Xiu's face would be swollen later. When he turned to the media to interview himself, he would be more modest and said that he only used three points of his strength.
I don’t know if Ding Xiu would be beaten too hard by his fans.
"call!"
Suddenly, a black shadow came from the man's eyes and rushed towards him. Before he could react, he whipped his leg on his head with a whip in his ears, and it suddenly turned dizzy.
It’s like drinking too much, the man can’t stand steadily, walks staggeringly, but he just can’t get down.
Ding Xiu sighed and stepped forward and pushed him in the chest.
"Pap!"
The man fell to the ground, his body was in a large shape, and his eyes were blurred.
The whole process was silent.
The bystanders were clear. At that moment, they all saw clearly. Ding Xiu's movements were very fast. He swept his legs across and kicked the person over with one kick, and it took less than a second.
The action is very simple, and it cannot be said to be very powerful. It just means that the opposite side has some food and no defense at all, so I keep giggling foolishly.
"038 wins, next group."
Taking off the protective gear, Ding Xiu returned to the audience, Zhao Liying thoughtfully handed over to the thermos cup and said with a smile:
"Brother Xiu is awesome."
"Basic operation, low-key."
I only made one kick throughout the whole process, and it was not even a warm-up, so it was meaningless.
Ten minutes later, the man who was kicked awakened for a while and was quibbling with the referee.
"Young people don't talk about martial ethics. They did a sneak attack while I was not paying attention. Soon, I was so careless and didn't flash. If I did it again, I would definitely not be the result. I applied for a new competition..."
Wu Jiang rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to this person. What is a sneak attack? Is it a waste of time to start the fight?
If you lose if your skills are not as good as others, you will lose, but why are you still messing around?