Ding Xiu silently put down the drawing and gave Xu Haofeng a thumbs up: "The painting is very 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. Two people are fighting to the death. In just a few minutes, it is life and death. How could it be so careless?
He is not different from the mainstream, he is non-mainstream.
Ding Xiu really can't pull off such a move, it's too shameful. It would be better if the movie is not released, but he will definitely be laughed at by the audience after it is released.
"It's not bad." Xu Haofeng said modestly: "The focus is on martial arts moves. Do you have any good suggestions?"
"My suggestion is to replace them all, just like a child playing house, and spread the word to make people laugh."
Xu Haofeng's face turned red from suppressing his emotions. He designed the martial arts moves with passion, but Ding Xiu rejected them all after just one glance. It was so disrespectful.
"What's the reason?"
Gao Yuanyuan also stared wide-eyed. It was not that she had never seen an actor challenge a director, but they were all big actors. Ding Xiu, a little-known actor, dared to let the director change all the martial arts moves.
The key director hasn't scolded him yet.
"There are too many reasons to explain." 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 in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
"Kung Fu doesn't have flying over the wall, no sharp sword energy, no three hundred rounds, it's ugly to fight, and life and death only happen in an instant."
"The name of this movie is The Lost Martial Arts. The male protagonist represents that martial arts world. You can see the condensed martial arts in him. Living in modern society, he can either blend in or resist..."
Crackingly, Xu Haofeng spoke for more than ten minutes at a stretch, and by the end he was so moved.
Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Baoqiang can also feel his love for martial arts, their admiration and love for martial arts.
In order to show respect for this second-level martial arts young man, Ding Xiu lowered his legs and said, "Director Xu, have you ever seen martial arts people competing in martial arts?"
After spending a few seconds to soothe his emotions, Xu Haofeng said: "I've seen it before. I drew it based on the scene of their martial arts competition."
"How much actual combat experience do they have? Does the competition involve life and death? How can you be sure that it is real martial arts?"
"Where can I get so much practical experience these days? Fighting is illegal, and a life-and-death fight is even more impossible, but I can be sure that they all really have martial arts skills."
"Is their martial arts like one doing Hong Quan and the other Chang Quan, each doing his own thing, so it looks funny?"
"It's not Hong Fist and Chang Fist, but they do fight in their own way, and the fight doesn't look good."
Ding Xiu took out his ears and blew on his little finger. Gao Yuanyuan leaned back, gritted her teeth, and looked disgusted.
"That's right. They have been practicing martial arts for more than ten or twenty years, and they have never had a few fights. They have no actual combat experience at all. They don't just fight each other. This kind of fight is a stupid fight, and the parties involved are all involved.
Confused."
"I'm in a good mood today. I'll give you a free lesson to show you what Kung Fu is. Bring me two prop knives."
The crew stayed in a hotel and rented a house 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 open mountain, look the same as real knives unless you use them.
At the door of the hotel, Ding Xiu threw the nine-ring machete to Wang Baoqiang and held the machete himself: "Use your best strength to chop me."
"Okay bro."
Wang Baoqiang usually had a lot of sparring, and he knew that Ding Xiu was strong enough that ten of him couldn't beat him together, so he didn't intend to be polite.
First, he performed a lunge and wrapped his head on the spot, which made Xu Haofeng clap his hands. Then he rushed forward and hit Ding Xiu's head with a powerful move to split Huashan.
The speed was very fast and the force was so fierce that for a moment, Xu Haofeng and Gao Yuanyuan's hearts stopped for a beat.
Even though it was a prop knife, it still hurt a lot if hit on the head. If this were to happen, it would be a concussion at the very least.
"clang!"
To the two men's relief, Ding Xiu just took a step back and blocked it with the knife in one hand.
In the next minute, Wang Baoqiang performed a shocking swordsmanship, each knife aimed at Ding Xiu's vital parts, either his neck, forehead, stomach, or thighs.
Seeing Xu Haofeng and Gao Yuanyuan break out in cold sweat, fortunately Ding Xiu blocked them all and looked relaxed.
Glancing at Xu Haofeng, Ding Xiu said: "Look carefully, this is martial arts."
After saying this, he began to fight back, slashing diagonally with his sword. There was a whistling wind in the air. The hair on Wang Baoqiang's neck stood up as he used the sword in a panic.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
"Bang!"
Only three swords were blocked, and Wang Baoqiang's nine rings were reduced to five. The front half of the sword was chopped off, and the fourth sword could not be caught, and the whole sword fell out of his hand.
Shaking his numb hand, Wang Baoqiang complained: "Brother, your strength is getting stronger every time. If you beat me to death, I won't even fight you."
Ding Xiu said to Xu Haofeng: "It's a small test of my skills. I simulated a life and death battle. What do you think is different from the famous martial arts masters you saw?"
Xu Haofeng didn't say anything. Is there any difference? The difference is huge. The fights he saw were all cautious. Both sides observed each other for a few seconds before taking action.
Unlike Wang Baoqiang, who was so crazy and slashed when he went up, Wang Baoqiang was fierce, and Ding Xiu was even fiercer. With just a few cuts, he broke through Wang Baoqiang's defense and cut off his sword.
He had never seen such fast-paced fighting before, and had only seen it in movies and TV series. But as a director, he knew that the movies were all fake. It looked like a wonderful fight scene, but behind the scenes, it was countless rehearsals and NG.
.
Ding Xiu and the others are so fast and have such a long fight that they can't even rehearse it, not even if Kung Fu Emperor Li Lienjie comes.
"Why do you say it's an imitation of a life-and-death battle?"
"Because we have no killing intent." Ding Xiu threw away the wooden knife, clapped his hands and said, "Baoqiang knows that I can block it, so he cuts at will. I know that I can hold back, and I am not afraid of hurting him."
"A real life-and-death battle is much more cruel than this. Two soldiers who don't know each other meet on the battlefield. Either you die or I die. How crazy do you think it would be?"
"You put those martial arts masters you know on the battlefield and see if he can still perform his moves with such composure?"
After a moment of silence, Xu Haofeng said: "You and Wang Baoqiang should discuss the drama. My only request 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. What do you want me to do if you ask me to do it?"
"and you?"
"Gotta 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.