A great battle has already begun. Whether the dragon will cross the river or the winner takes all, it will be decided before our eyes.
As a result, the six gates appeared on the scene, fighting with open fire, showing wanton authority, and there was not a single hero in the world.
If the eagle catches Sun's idea, it will prick your hand. If you don't accept it, you can't do it.
That posture was just like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had already set up a posture in the Forbidden City, and ended up sending out Lingling to strictly enforce the law.
Although everyone in the Foshan martial arts community was furious, there was nothing they could do.
Everything was settled, but Xiao Qian asked before leaving.
"Who among you in Foshan can fight best?"
The old man in the middle raised his eyebrows, thinking that the young man was unconvinced and wanted to regain his place.
Doesn't this suit their wishes?
"Haha, Diaomao, if you want to make a name for yourself, I can help you with my Hong Fist."
The words are spoken nicely and the meaning of the words is very clear.
In the Foshan martial arts world, Hong Quan is respected.
Old man Jiangbu was unhappy.
"Hey, Mr. Jin is too polite. Just leave this kind of matter to us Wing Chun."
"Hmph, we Cai Lifu can also contribute to the Foshan martial arts community."
"Hey, what's the matter? We don't have the right to talk about fists in Foshan?"
Seeing a group of old men getting excited and arguing together, Xiao Qian smiled like a thunderous tiger.
"Hahaha, your martial arts world is not good at all, and it will break up as soon as you say it."
The Yang brothers shook their heads with sad eyes. They didn't know whether they hated these people for their short-sightedness or were annoyed that they were not interested in martial arts.
After leaving the ancestral temple and getting in the car, Xiao Qian gave instructions and everyone went straight to Yangcheng.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry, the task was not completed."
Xiao Qian waved his hand and didn't care about it.
"I can't blame you for this, you are a bunch of old stubborns who can't explain anything. Since they are willing to treat Feng Wanqian as a filial son and grandson, even if we ask again, they will just trample us to death."
Yang Yue frowned.
"Then what should we do? Our play requires so many experts. If the people here don't help, we can't do it."
Compared to the sorrow of the two brothers, Xiao Qian was much calmer.
"What are you afraid of? China is such a big country, and there are a lot of people practicing kung fu. People in the south hate us, why don't we go to the north to look for it? You two brothers are from Henan Province and have nothing to do with these people. Aren't you also involved in kung fu?
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Yang Zhen thought Xiao Qian didn't understand.
"That's not the case. There are indeed many people practicing martial arts in the north, but many of them are wild and have no experience in filming and do not meet the requirements."
Xiao Qian looked at him funny.
"As I said, you brothers knew how to film from the beginning. Did these guys in the south understand it from the beginning? Didn't they all start from scratch and figure it out bit by bit? I think it's better this way. Let's set up the stage ourselves.
Son, when the time comes, your action style will be its own, and you won’t mix it with them.”
While talking and thinking, Xiao Qian suddenly became enlightened.
To some extent, he was still influenced by his previous life, and he paid more attention to the film and television industry in Xiangjiang. Especially in action scenes, he basically learned from Xiangjiang in his previous life.
But this life is different after all.
It's already the 1990s, and action scenes in Xiangjiang are still dominated by veterans like Feng Wanqian.
It's still the old-school fighting style of one move after another. It's known as real kung fu, but there has never been a breakthrough or change.
Even if you just learn from the martial arts masters in Xiangjiang, it’s not like that. What new ideas can you come up with?
The conflict between Xiao Qian and Feng Wanqian was caused by the style setting of the action scenes.
Since there is no new action style for them to learn, it would be better to abandon Xiangjiang and form their own school.
When the time comes, the new action styles will overwhelm the old ones. Isn’t it clear who has the final say in this industry?
The more he thought about it, the more he came up with it, and the thoughts in Xiao Qian's mind became more vivid.
Foshan is not far from Yangcheng, so the car quickly turned into the city.
"Hey, this is not the way to the airport."
After walking for a long time, Yang Yue finally realized what he was doing and let out a scream.
"Mr. Xiao, aren't we going back?"
This trip to the south was so unsatisfactory that Yang Yue had a shadow of this place and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Xiao Qian was still relaxed and at ease, looking greedily at the land where reform and opening up was the hottest.
"How can you just leave like this? If you borrow someone's favor, you have to pay it back."
Yang Zhen was very surprised.
"Favor?"
Xiao Qian chuckled.
"Do you think I can call the local police here with just one phone call and let them take action so quickly? Let's go and meet the real dragon."
The car was speeding through the urban area of Yangcheng City and soon entered a quiet place.
There are mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, and few pedestrians, but the surrounding buildings are becoming more and more high-end.
Finally arriving at the place, they got out of the car. The Yang brothers took a look around and saw the vast expanses of green grass spreading to the sky. They were all so colorful in this late autumn that it made people wonder what the season was.
Xiao Qian didn't say anything, and just led them deep into the grass under the guidance of the waiter.
After climbing over two low slopes, a huge mirror-like lake reflected white light in front of us, as if a diamond was embedded in the ground.
There was a group of people by the lake, but the center was only two people gesticulating.
As they got closer, the Yang brothers saw clearly that they were playing golf.
This sport was said to be very aristocratic, and the brothers had only heard of it, but this was the first time they had seen it.
Just watching someone swing the club around, hit the ball very far, and then chase the ball away is not exciting enough.
It's said to be exercise, can you sweat?
Seeing Xiao Qian coming, one of the men threw the club to the waiter and looked over with a smile.
"Solved?"
Xiao Qian smiled.
"You're just kidding, with your name as Young Master Ye, how can I still be stumped?"
I felt thirsty while walking on the road, so I grabbed a drink and drank while watching the woman next to me play.
The man chuckled, noncommittal.
"If you feel dissatisfied, just say something. You're just a fool, I'll take care of it for you."
"Don't."
Xiao Qian quickly stopped him.
"I don't know how to return the favor to you now. If you want to help me again, you will have to ask my grandfather."
The man laughed angrily.
"Everything you say is half spoken and half hidden. Are you as straightforward as that?"
Xiao Qian drank the drink and felt refreshed.
"Hey, I'm a wise person and don't tell secrets. Anyway, I'm young, so you, sir, are more considerate of me."
When he met such a scoundrel, the man didn't even bother to do anything. He shook his head and called the girl over who had finished playing.
"This is my sister, you can just call her sister."
Xiao Qian looks calm but does enough homework.
"Hello, Sister Songwen, my name is Xiao Qian."
The girl tilted her head and looked at Xiao Qian seriously.
"Brother Xiao Qian, you are very powerful. My teachers have even praised you."
Xiao Qian really doesn't know who her teacher is.
"Honored Master..."
The girl is very happy.
"Tetsuya Komuro."
Xiao Qian almost somersaulted into the goal pit.
Knowing that you guys are awesome, it would be too much for you to pick a teacher at random and it’s all Tetsuya Komuro.
But he calmed down quickly.
"Sister Songwen, since you are studying music, come to our company."
The man laughed.
"We have come up with this idea. My sister has finished her studies now and is thinking of doing something. I heard that your company is doing well, how about giving my sister a chance?"
Xiao Qian chuckled, her attitude clear.
"What are you talking about? Disciples of Tetsuya Komuro, our ruined temple is afraid that it cannot house the true Buddha. If Sister Songwen comes, I will welcome you."
The matter was settled like this, and both parties were happy.
The specific details were not discussed and cannot be discussed.
Ye Songwen wanted to play music, but he just did it for fun and didn't take it seriously.
Xiao Qian was just returning the favor, so naturally he would not really treat Ye Songwen as an artist under his banner.
You can do whatever you really want, it's up to you.
"Stay for a meal?"
Young Master Ye extended an invitation, but Xiao Qian refused.
"It won't work this time. Everything has been messed up. It will be a lot of trouble to go back."
Mr. Ye nodded, understanding his mood.
"I can speak to you in Xiangjiang, what about Feng Wanqian, do you want to help you treat it?"
Xiao Qian quickly stopped him.
"Don't stop, they are martial arts leaders, and their disciples Sun Duoyu, who dare not let your elder brother infection with right and wrong.
A group of people collectively pouted.
Now you are talking about the rules of the world without shame. What do you call the police when you are in the ancestral temple?
But Xiao Qian really needed help.
"Help me find some action coaches from Xiangjiang, the kind who are not good at it but have real abilities."
Mr. Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Your conditions are really strange. How can a capable person do well?"
But he still agreed.
With this help, Xiao Qian felt relieved. Without any further delay, she took the Yang brothers back.
Next, he can only rely on himself to work on "Tai Chi Master".
