This actor needs more money

A duel with a contemporary sword master ended in less than a minute. Strictly speaking, it took less than ten seconds from the start to the end.

Is it slow?

No more slow.

This is how a real martial arts competition is. It is normal to decide the winner and loser in an instant. The three-hundred-round battle between masters is a novel and a movie and TV series.

Just look at various boxing matches. If it weren't for the round system and the referee blowing the whistle, the fight would be over within a minute, either standing or lying down.

The battle between Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui took less than ten seconds. It cannot be said that Yu Chenghui was weak. The old man was quite strong, which could be seen from his hands.

Judging from Ding Xiu's eyes, an ordinary young man would definitely not be able to defeat him. If he had a sword in his hand, he would probably be able to kill a bunch of people.

When it comes to swords, Ding Xiu is a bit weak. Yu Chenghui is good at using two-handed swords. This kind of sword is usually specially made. The hilt should be longer and the sword body should also be longer, so that it can be held with both hands and his height.

The sword prop on the scene today is an ordinary sword. It can be held with one hand. Both hands are too reluctant to use it to its full strength.

However, Yu Chenghui didn't defend himself, and Ding Xiu didn't just give up.

If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say. On the battlefield, who cares what weapon you use? It is common to spread lime first and then stab the knife.

The atmosphere between Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui was very solemn before entering the cave. After they came out, they were talking and laughing, and the hands they held were never separated.

Mainly because Yu Chenghui was reluctant to leave, and kept holding her tightly with her rough and strong hands.

"There are actually quite a lot of masters among the people. In the early years, I practiced more complex things, such as Mantis Boxing, Five Elements Boxing, and Hong Boxing. I was good at everything, and later I switched to swords."

"If you want to find a master, I recommend you to find a man named Yu Hai. He is an authentic mantis master. His seven-star mantis fist is very hard."

Ding Xiu asked: "How old are you? Do you have actual combat experience?"

If he is a young person, he is not very interested. Martial arts practitioners born in the 1970s and 1980s are limited by the times and have basically no chance of actual combat.

If martial arts doesn’t involve actual combat, then it’s just about fitness.

Jumping on the horse, circling the stakes, shaking the big gun, learning moves, breaking down moves...actual combat.

If martial arts training is based on academic qualifications, the previous Zamabu and other martial arts are all elementary and junior high schools. Learning moves, dismantling moves, and mastering all the inheritance of the sect requires graduation from college.

If you haven’t stepped out of society and been tested in actual combat, you will remain a college student your whole life.

Taking Yu Chenghui as an example, although he didn't say it, Ding Xiu could feel that it was 100% experienced in actual combat.

There is a huge gap between those who have experienced actual combat and those who have not.

The older generation started practicing martial arts earlier. In that era, fighting was commonplace, and using a knife in a group fight was considered civilized.

Young people don't have this opportunity.

Nowadays, when you walk on the street, strangers will give you a big trick for no reason. As long as life safety is not involved, if you fight back, you will fight each other.

If someone hits you, calling the police as soon as possible is the correct way to deal with it.

"A little younger than me, fifty-nine years old, and experienced in actual combat." Seeing Ding Xiu's eyes flashing with excitement, Yu Chenghui hurriedly said: "I'm not young anymore, so take your time with your moves. For martial arts competitions, it's mainly about sparring." .”

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of young people. Yu Hai is indeed very powerful, but as he approaches sixty and his blood has declined, he may not be able to beat a young man like Ding Xiu.

"I understand, I understand." Ding Xiu laughed, patted his shoulder and said, "Next time you think of a new master, remember to tell me."

Yu Chenghui smiled and said, "It's a good thing you were born in this era, otherwise you would definitely not be a good person in ancient times because of your urinary nature."

Most people in modern times learn martial arts to keep fit, but those like Ding Xiu who always find others to compete with are in the minority because they are too competitive.

If it was in ancient times, there were only two ways for him, either joining the army or becoming a bandit. Only these two places could show what he had learned and fight openly.

Ding Xiu scratched his head gently, thinking that Yu Chenghui understood him and knew that he was not a good person.

…

In the evening, Ding Xiu set a table for everyone to have dinner.

Huang Jianzhong couldn't make it to the scene where he was filming Linghu Chong, so a few people came to the scene, including Yuan Bing, Miao Yi, Chen Lifeng, and Xu Qing, whom he usually interacts with a lot.

After drinking for three rounds, Yuan Bing, who was a little drunk, burped, took Ding Xiu's hand and said: "You have nothing to do when you go back, why don't you follow me, come to Yuan's class, and I guarantee that you will buy a house in Peking in three years." .”

Houses in Peiping are generally more than 3,000 square meters per square meter, and a 60-square-meter house can be bought for more than 200,000 yuan.

Buying a house in three years means earning at least 60,000 to 70,000 a year, which is no less than being an actor.

"I accept it with good intentions. I have a wild temper and don't want to be controlled." Ding Xiu's answer did not surprise anyone present.

If you have been in contact with him for a long time, you will know that this person is carefree and has a prodigal mentality. He is not a person who obeys the management at all.

Just see if he can find a beautiful wife in the future to make him happy.

"Okay, whatever you want, you know my phone number. If you have an idea, call me anytime. The door of Yuan's class is always open for you."

"Hey, Director Yuan, you said it would be great if you were a rich woman."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone laughed.

"We have a show tomorrow morning, so I won't give it to you. I'll keep this as a souvenir for you." Xu Qing took out a few old but beautifully preserved books from her bag and gave them to Ding Xiu: "The first edition of Swordsman, more than thirty years ago" It’s an old antique and has Mr. Jin’s signature on it.”

"Thank you." Ding Xiu opened it and took a look. It was in traditional Chinese characters and it was a Hong Kong version. The title page said "Gift Xu Qing", "Ren Yingying is the most beautiful in my heart" and so on. It was signed by Jin Yong.

"Isn't this appropriate?"

Xu Qing waved her hand: "There's nothing inappropriate. I don't like reading. Traditional Chinese characters give me a headache."

Miao Yi also gave his own gift, which was wrapped in a packaging box: "Winter is coming soon. Winter in Peking is cold. I bought you some clothes, but I don't know if they will fit."

Both of them gave gifts, and Chen Lifeng also came empty-handed. What she gave was a pair of handsome sunglasses, said to be foreign goods, the same style as Keanu Reeves's The Matrix, which became a global hit last year.

After accepting their gifts, Ding Xiu turned his eyes to Yuan Bing's face, making the blushing Yuan Bing embarrassed.

Why did he think so much? He came here empty-handed.

Feeling embarrassed to be stared at, Yuan Bing said: "I send you three hundred and sixty-five blessings. I wish you happiness every year and happiness every year..."

Halfway through the song, Yuan Bing couldn't sing anymore, so he took off the watch from his wrist and handed it over.

Ding Xiu didn't know the watch, but he thought the gold glitter looked good. He tried it and it was just right.

The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, Yuan Bing got up from the bed and covered his head. He drank too much last night and couldn't remember how he came back.

I picked up the phone on the bedside and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Um?"

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, something was empty on his wrist.

"Fuck, mlgb, where's my Rolex?"