Chapter 19 Brother Huo, come and practice your skills

After filming the scenes in Yinchuan, he went to Dali. This was Huo Yunting's first time in his life to fly.

Good experience.

There weren't many scenes in Dali, so after filming, I went to Zhuozhou, Hebei.

There was no Huo Yunting scene in Zhuozhou, so he only needed a late-night siege scene in Fangshan to officially wrap up the filming.

So here in Zhuozhou, I just idle every day, watching other people's performances and peeling eggs.

Both Fan Bingbing and Han Xue are very keen on this, and they never tire of the unique skill of peeling eggs.

"Zhang Danfeng, Yun Lei! You can't leave!"

Outside the city gate, Zhang Feng's Mansion was fighting one against two, but was defeated by the two's combined skill, 'Flying Sword Dance'.

Huo Yunting's eyelids jumped when he saw this part, it was so outrageous.

Huang Haibing and Fan Bingbing stood together and turned in a circle, pointing their swords forward. Later, a sword energy would hit Zhang Jiayi.

This is not a martial arts drama at all, it is clearly a fantasy drama.

"I said Yunting, isn't your hometown in Hebei? Don't you plan to go back and have a look?" asked Guo Jianyong, who was smoking leisurely under a willow tree.

He feels a lot more relaxed, after all, now he doesn't have to worry about doing martial arts moves.

Add special effects.

"I'm not doing well, I'll be embarrassed to go back. Besides, it's more than 200 kilometers from Zhuozhou to Cangzhou."

"Yo? Lion City?"

Guo Jianyong was stunned for a moment. He only knew that Huo Yunting was from Hebei, but he didn't ask in detail where he was from.

"I asked you, how could the hand sword you played on the day of the interview be a killer move? It's a family tradition, right? Tsk, tsk, now I finally understand what it means to be a escort instead of a cang."

"There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons one by one."

"Brother Yong, don't brag about me. I learned that swordsmanship from a martial arts academy in my hometown."

"Brother Huo, it's good to be modest, but being too modest can turn into pretentiousness." Guo Jianyong said with a frown.

"Your swordsmanship has no trace of a school at all, but your moves are deadly. I don't believe you when you say it's not a family tradition."

Huo Yunting smiled helplessly, "Brother Yong, I thought about it myself and removed the useless moves. I added a few more moves to the remaining killing moves to make them coherent."

This is true, but I only figured it out in the past month or two, and it was also from a dream.

Guo Jianyong said nothing, he still didn't believe it.

As far as he knew, this kid had been drifting to Beijing for several years and was a model worker in group performances. Where did he find the time to think about reinventing swordsmanship?

Not to mention converting performance swordsmanship into actual combat swordsmanship.

Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei were chatting with each other under the eaves. The two machines were very close to each other on the slide rails. It looked like it would take a while to finish filming.

"Brother Huo, have we ever had a sweat?"

After a long silence, Guo Jianyong suddenly said.

He had never seen such a family with a family tradition of swordsmanship, and for a moment he was very happy to see it.

Ever sweated?

Huo Yunting thought for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

"become!"

He began to stand and walk at the age of five. In the past fifteen years, even when his illness was at its worst, he still had morning and evening classes every day.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Huo Yunting, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, often competes with others. Fighting with other practitioners, fighting with gangsters, fighting with his father...

It's just that he was still in the developmental stage at that time, and his body was not strong. Anyone who was older than himself would win less and lose more.

I originally thought about waiting to compete with them when I became an adult, but unfortunately I came to Peking for medical treatment when I was 17 years old, and I have never competed with anyone since then.

When Guo Jianyong said this today, the inkling of gesticulating instantly spread from the apex of his heart to his internal organs, and then spread throughout his body along the meridians and blood vessels.

itch.

Even if he doesn't do it, he doesn't know what level he has reached.

Seeing that he would not be needed for a while, Guo Jianyong took Huo Yunting away from the crew and went to a nearby construction site.

Not far away, there are reinforced concrete and iron frames wrapped around safety nets. The roof with cornices and angles has begun to take shape, and it seems that a new antique building is about to be built.

"boom"

"boom"

After stepping on it a few times, thick yellow smoke and sand burst out from the cracks in the earth.

The yellow mud floor has been dried and hardened by the sun, causing cracks.

"Brother Huo, are we coming from here?"

"From here."

"Sword fight?"

"Fists and kicks."

"Brother Huo, if you want to compete with each other with fists and kicks, don't blame me for bullying you."

When Guo Jianyong came, he also brought two seven-foot swords that he got from the crew.

I thought that this boy’s family had inherited swordsmanship, and he would choose weapons for the competition, but he actually competed in skills?

But whatever, skill is skill, so don’t blame my old country for being rude.

Guo Jianyong raises Qi in his Dantian, holds his index fingers in a ball-grabbing shape, and raises his wrists.

It should be Tai Chi.

Huo Yunting narrowed his eyes slightly and stepped forward lightly with his left foot...

"What are you two doing?"

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This shout came suddenly, causing the two people's breaths to become confused.

Looking towards the sound, Li Cai was squatting on the piled brick wall, looking curiously.

"Brother Cai, I've had a hard time with Brother Yong."

When Huo Yunting said this, Li Cai stared at the boss.

"Little Huo'er, do you want to compete with Lao Guo? Do you want to compete with him in fists and kicks?"

Jumping down from the brick wall, Li Cai quickly pulled Huo Yunting aside and whispered to him.

"Xiao Huo'er, why do you want to compete with Lao Guo? He is not a soft persimmon."

"Brother Cai, what you said is for discussion and exchange."

"You compete with him..." Li Cai was speechless by his words.

"Do you know who Master Lao Guo is? Yuan Kui, one of the Seven Little Fortunes of Xiangjiang, is Yu Zhanyuan, the weirdo with the golden sword!"

"Don't look at it, Lao Guo and I are both martial arts masters. In terms of kung fu alone, I really can't beat him."

"Hey, Brother Yong still has this title. He's really low-key. I just found out about it."

Is this my fucking point?

Li Cai hit Huo Yunting on the chest angrily.

"Do you know about the movie "The Cradle" that will be released at the end of February? The one starring Li Lienjie."

Huo Yunting shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

He started joining the group in mid-February, and there is almost no news from the outside world.

"This is the inside story. It's the inside story. Don't go outside and tell people."

"There is a scene in the movie where you jump from a building. But you have to jump from level to level. This was done by Li Lienjie's stand-in. That stand-in was Lao Guo."

The meaning of this dissuasion can be said to be very direct. The king of kung fu, Li Lienjie, was cautious in his movements, but Guo Jian was brave.

It can be said that Lao Guo's skill is definitely not low.

Huo Yunting took a breath after hearing this.

"Then how much does Lao Guo get paid for this dance? I heard that Li Lienjie's salary is hundreds of millions, Lao Guo can't get more than hundreds of thousands for this dance?"

The corner of Li Cai's mouth twitched a few times. Is this the point? This kid will be honest if he is beaten by Lao Guo.

"For more than a hundred thousand, it would be nice to have eight thousand for Wan'er."

Putting aside his thoughts of dissuasion, Li Cai patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead, fight hard, and try to overthrow the old country."

Then he walked to the brick wall and watched the show against the wall.

"Brother Huo, do you still want to fight?" Guo Jianyong happily watched the two of them finish their conversation and asked.

"Fight. Why not fight? I haven't fought against anyone for several years. I have to have an idea of ​​what my skills are now."

Huo Yunting stretched his body and stared at Lao Guo.

"Come!"

The update is late, I am a stupid dog^
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