Ding Xiu's current strength is not very strong, just a surprise kick. Many people who have practiced martial arts for two or three months can do it, not to mention that the people who came to compete today are all people who have practiced Bajiquan for some years.

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We were participating in a competitive competition, and many people, not to mention experts, at least had two skills.

"Brother Xiu, that guy talks so funny."

Zhao Liying pointed at the big man yelling at the referee and couldn't help laughing.

Others don't know, so how can she not know that being able to fall down instantly is sometimes a good thing. The longer you stay up, the greater the risk of getting beaten.

Not to mention just a one-on-one fight, even if four or five people go up to Ding Xiu together, they are no match.

"Don't point fingers at people." Ding Xiu pressed Zhao Liying's hand and said, "Be careful of offending people. If they don't dare to look for me, why don't they dare to look for you later?"

Zhao Liying smiled bitterly, a little scared: "No way."

Ding Xiu shook his head slowly: "People's hearts are unpredictable, just in case."

He doesn't understand today's society. In the past, people who practiced martial arts were ruthless people. Martial arts ethics didn't exist. The purpose of practicing martial arts was to kill people and gain goods.

There are many people who will kill you if you are unhappy.

People who practice martial arts have a certain amount of murderous intent. If they are underestimated, belittled, or looked down upon, they will often come back to seek revenge.

Therefore, as long as those who practice martial arts do not offend others easily, they will not walk in the world with swords and swords, but they will also have a sense of the world.

"Oh." Zhao Liying quickly put her hands in her pockets, puffed her mouth, and turned her eyes around, not daring to look at the big man again.

Ding Xiu burst out laughing, thought of something, and said, "Do you still want to film again? I'll ask Director Wang to arrange a small supporting role for you."

"That's so embarrassing." Zhao Liying looked calm on the surface, but her eyes were already squinting at the crescent moon, and her hands in her pockets were squirming along with her body.

She also wants to join the cast of Wang Jiawei's drama. Oh my god, this is taking off.

Although she is just a bit player, the bit player is also an actor. If her name can be used on the big screen, many friends in the village will have to see her name.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I see you're usually bored on set. If you really want to make a living in the future, read more acting books. If you behave well, I'll let Lao Qin sign you."

Zhao Liying looked serious: "Brother Xiu, I just want to follow you. I feel that with my current qualifications, I am not qualified to be a contracted artist of the company..."

Being an artist is not as good as being with Ding Xiu. It’s not like she doesn’t know that the trainees and college students in the company can’t get into a few dramas all year round. They only play small roles and need to climb up step by step.

It's different with Ding Xiu. She has acted in two dramas in a row in the last Mythology and this one in The Grandmaster. Although it is a small role, her frequency is no worse than those of the contracted artists in the company.

When her acting skills get better in the future, Ding Xiu may take her to act in more dramas. Isn't it better than sitting on the bench every day in the company?

"Okay, then you can follow me for the time being. If you're addicted to drama, tell me that I can help you make some extra money."

Ding Xiu has no plans to let go of Zhao Liying just yet. He wants to develop the little girl into one of his own step by step. If possible, it would be best to develop her into an undercover agent for Gao Yuanyuan and Qin Lan.

"Yeah." Zhao Liying was very excited and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

She loves filming so much and makes a lot of money. One week's salary can cover more than half a month's salary, which is a lot of income over a long period of time.

If she can play a supporting role with a lot of lines and a lot of appearances, her weekly salary will even exceed her monthly salary.

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Ding Xiu sat in the audience watching the Bajiquan battle below. He watched it all morning, but the first round was not finished yet.

At noon, the game is suspended and lunch time comes.

This university is open to the outside world, and many off-campus office workers usually eat in the cafeteria here. They are too lazy to go out to eat, so Ding Xiu also solves the problem in the school cafeteria.

Many people think that celebrities are picky, but in fact they are really not picky. After all, the crew's box lunches can last for several months, so what's the difference?

Ding Xiu chose a remote place in the cafeteria and sat down. Ding Xiu asked Zhao Liying to get food. After a while, two dinner plates were placed on the table.

"The food here is pretty good." Looking at the three dishes and one soup in front of him, Ding Xiu was a little surprised.

It is said online that the school cafeteria only serves pig food, with stewed potatoes, stir-fried carrots, and boiled cabbage. But the one in front of me is not that bad, with one portion of twice-cooked pork, one portion of cabbage with garlic paste, one portion of mapo tofu, and the soup is seaweed and egg drop.

Spend money.

The rice is also very generous.

"Of course not bad, it's eighteen yuan." Zhao Liying said.

Eighteen yuan for three dishes and one soup is indeed a good deal, and it costs 30 yuan to put it outside, but a portion here is not a plate, just a spoonful.

If you really calculate it carefully, it's actually similar, but it costs less and the portion is smaller.

You can freely choose the meals at the window, and the ones she picked were all slightly more expensive. Although she did not study at this university, she knew that most students could not afford this kind of food.

Eighteen yuan for a meal, thirty or forty a day, one thousand and two dollars a month, ordinary families cannot afford it.

Most college students have five to six hundred yuan a month to live on, and they eat mostly potatoes, vegetarian dishes, and some meat from time to time.

"It's really expensive." Ding Xiu smacked his tongue and picked up a chopstick of twice-cooked pork. It tasted average.

Come to think of it, the chefs here always use large iron pots to fry the food, weighing dozens of pounds at a time, and the spoons are big shovels like shoveling the ground, so they are destined not to be so precise about the heat.

Zhao Liying ate her own meal and smiled: "I thought you would say it was cheap."

"Haha, I've been through hardships, okay?" Ding Xiu said with a smile: "I used to live in the basement with Bao Qiang, and I wished I could divide every penny into two cents, and my daily salary was only dozens of yuan..."

Ding Xiu chatted with Zhao Liying about some past stories, which made Zhao Liying's eyes turn red.

Those understated experiences were really too miserable in her eyes.

"Brother Xiu, it's really not easy for you."

"Haha, it's not easy at all. It's a bit tiring and hard, but I won't die. In fact, this is already very happy."

Sometimes Ding Xiu really envies people in this era. Everyone is tired and miserable, but at least their lives are not in danger. Everyone has light in their eyes and has expectations for life and the future.

In this era, as long as you are not lazy, you will never die. If you work in a factory to make screws, carry dishes and wash dishes, there is always a job that can support you.

"Master Ding, I didn't expect you to be so close to the people." Ding Xiu was chatting, and Liu Xiaoyun, a disciple from Wujiang not far away, came over with a dinner plate: "Is it convenient for me to sit down?"

"Master Liu, don't bury me. Sit down quickly." Ding Xiu said with a smile: "I am a citizen, there is no way to talk about whether we are friends or not."

Liu Xiaoyun laughed and said: "I thought you big stars would eat seafood, abalone and lobster every meal."

"To be honest, the lunches that the crew eat during filming are not as good as those in the school cafeteria. When I am busy, I don't have time to eat all day, so I am not picky about food."

"Then you've come to the right place. The food at this university is good... What do you think of the teams competing this morning?"

After chatting for a while, Liu Xiaoyun talked about the martial arts competition.

Ding Xiu chatted while eating, and said casually: "Guwu is too closed-door. Before I came here, I thought that many people only knew how to practice, but they didn't know how to fight. It turned out that most people didn't know how to practice, and only a few of them knew how to practice.

If you get the correct training method, among this small group of people, those who know how to play are even rarer."

The confinement of Chuanwu was more severe than he imagined.

Judging from the situation this morning, 80% of people did not practice Bajiquan. Their Bajiquan was just a showmanship. During the fighting, it was not Bajiquan's fighting method, but a combination of modern techniques.

Fighting style.

It would be better not to practice Bajiquan, which is a complete waste of time.

From what I can think of, those who combine modern fighting are pretty good, at least for smart people. Some idiots just use practiced moves to hit people, which almost made Ding Xiu laugh to death.

If you use the routine you used when practicing to hit people, what's going on?

Liu Xiaoyun automatically ignored the first half of Ding Xiu's words and asked: "Master Ding, so you know how to play?"

He already knew what was going on in Chuanwu. He could only say that it was not as cold as a day's frost.

He himself also teaches disciples. At the beginning, he just teaches some basic skills and lays the foundation. During this period, he will screen out those with weak perseverance and bad character, and then teach the remaining people the method.

At this point, you have truly become a disciple and begun to learn real things.

But even so, he would have to wait and see this group of apprentices for a few years before finally selecting two or three to teach them how to play.

From entering the school to becoming a disciple, to the final playing method, only two or three out of a hundred people can learn the essence.

This is already very fast, it can be called a crash course in the martial arts world.

Some old guys only pass it on to two or three apprentices in their lifetime, and their master's secret knowledge is not passed on until they see the coffin.

Under such circumstances, it is simply impossible for Chuanwu to flourish.

"You know a little bit, the master has taught you a few tricks." Ding Xiu asked, "You opened a martial arts school to teach kung fu, are you really teaching without distinction?"

Liu Xiaoyun glanced around and chuckled: "How is it possible? For foreigners, I don't even teach the practice. I just teach some basic stances and practice the Bajiquan frame."

"It's true to promote traditional martial arts, but I only promote it domestically. Otherwise, if my ancestors find out about it, they might crawl out of their coffins and come to settle accounts with me."

There are not many sects in China that learn martial arts, know how to practice and fight, and have complete inheritance. As far as he knows, no one has passed down his family's unique skills, at least on the surface.

In special times, the group of people who ran away opened martial arts gyms and martial arts schools and became prosperous, but many people still abide by the bottom line and do not teach real kung fu to foreigners.

Especially the older generation has more conservative ideas and has always followed the idea that Kung Fu should not be passed on to others.

This is also the reason why few people know how to play. It’s not that they don’t want to pass it on, but they are afraid that if too many people know it, the secret skill will no longer be the secret skill. One day, some apprentice who is short of money and is bribed by someone with hundreds of thousands will pass on the skill.

Sorry, ancestors.

Ding Xiu nodded: "In peaceful times, as long as you can pass on the kung fu, it won't end your career. It won't be easy for you either."

Liu Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Nothing is difficult. I have made a lot of money in this business. By the way, I heard that you once defeated the Sanda boxing champion with an eight-level collapse."
To be continued...