Finalization

After the day's shooting mission ended, Huo Yunting went back to the room to take a shower and still felt a burning sensation on his back.

I don't know whether he suffered internal injuries or was hit by stones on the ground.

"Ah~"

I put on the pajamas provided by the hotel and threw myself on the bed.

soft.

It was completely different from the hard bed I slept on in the basement.

Not long after, Huo Yunting fell into sleep.

It's still that empty and empty place with no boundaries in sight.

A figure whose face he couldn't see clearly appeared suddenly and punched him.

How did the old country do it?

Push this arm sideways and downward, step up...

"Porphyrin"

Got punched.

The figure soon punched again, and Huo Yunting also imitated Guo Jianyong's wild horse parting mane repeatedly.

In the dream, his subconscious mind was spread infinitely. During the day, every scene of Guo Jianyong knocking him down was clearly visible.

No, it’s too templated. The step up is to turn your waist...

Consider poking your feet...

It is similar to the close-fitting support of Baji Quan...

To control the opponent's arms...

Countless repetitions, attempts, and analyses. It was useless and Guo Jianyong's improvisational part was abandoned by him.

The parrying core of Wild Horse Split Mane has been sorted out...

…

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone. It was half past five.

"Yawn~"

I slept this time feeling tired.

After changing clothes, I opened the door and planned to go for morning exercise, when I happened to see Guo Jianyong walking towards me.

"Old man, you got up so early, what are you doing? Huh? What are you doing with your collar so high?"

"Every old country, big or small, is called Brother Yong."

Guo Jianyong opened his collar and found a large plaster stuck to his neck.

"That stupid kick of yours made my blood flow and I couldn't sleep well that night."

I won’t mess around with these young people who are neither serious nor serious anymore. I can’t stand this old bone.

Huo Yunting felt the same way about not sleeping well at night.

"Who says it's not the case? I was tossing and turning all night and it was uncomfortable."

"You also have trouble sleeping." Guo Jianyong repeated doubtfully, "I'm not too heavy-handed... Do you want to give you two plasters?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and handed over a box of plasters.

On it are five large characters marked in red: Tibetan Scorpion Pain Poster.

But at this time, Huo Yunting's attention was entirely focused on the stretched out arm.

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stepped forward, controlled his hands, grabbed his armpits, and kicked off the ground to turn his waist.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, and Guo Jianyong was knocked down in just a few seconds.

However, Huo Yunting handled Lao Guo gently, and when he knocked Lao Guo down, he did not forget to protect the back of his head with his palms.

“You’re so early in the morning—f*ck! The wild horse is splitting its mane!?!?”

Guo Jianyong, who was suddenly knocked down, was a little helpless, but this guy was a bit too naughty.

But then he reacted.

This is a fucking wild horse with split mane!

Isn’t this guy from a family of swordsmen? When did he learn Tai Chi? I didn’t see any Tai Chi skills in him even though I was sweating yesterday.

"You know how to do Tai Chi?!"

"No. I do know a little bit about Bajiquan."

"You don't know Tai Chi at all?!"

"I really haven't learned this before."

Now Guo Jianyong's neck no longer hurts, he feels distressed.

Twitching and panicking.

A man who had never learned Tai Chi learned it in one night after being knocked down by him by parting his mane with a wild horse.

And it’s still at the level of proficiency!

It's not a routine-style template drill, but you can knock yourself over with just a few moves... This is the essence of how to part a wild horse's mane!

How long did it take you to get the hang of it? How long did it take you to practice so smoothly?

This guy only used it for one night!

In more than thirty years of his life, Guo Jianyong realized for the first time what it means to be extremely irritating.

At this moment, he didn't care whether his neck hurt or not. He didn't even take the boxes of plasters and turned around to leave.

The back is desolate and vicissitudes of life.

Rice is served at half past six. This morning it was tofu curd and fried dough sticks.

Fan Bingbing wanted to stay in shape, so she gave Huo Yunting two fried dough sticks and only ate a bowl of tofu.

"Yawn~"

"What? Did you secretly go out to compete with Guo Guo last night?"

Halfway through his yawn, he looked at Fan Bingbing in surprise as he took a sip of tofu noodle next to him.

"Why do you say that?"

"Look at Director Guo, he looks completely lost." Fan Bingbing nuzzled in the direction of Lao Guo, "You yawned again and again. I thought you two went out to do bad things last night."

Huo Yunting twitched his lips, "What bad things can we do... I had a dream all night and didn't sleep well."

"You have something to think about during the day, and something to think about at night. Who asked you to think about it all night?" Fan Bingbing joked, "It can't be Xiaoxue, right?"

"Old country."

"?"

There was a crack in Fan Bingbing's elegant and decent smile.

She looked at Huo Yunting and tilted her head slightly. Although there was not much expression on her delicate facial features, she could still feel his doubts.

You can tell what Fan Bingbing is thinking just by looking at her expression.

Huo Yunting wanted to hit her on the head with his chopsticks, but then he realized that this was not Xiaoxue, but one of Shuangbing, so he snapped his fingers in front of her instead.

"What are you thinking about? I dreamed about the fight between myself and him that was terminated, and I also learned his kung fu."

"Well... I remember my junior high school chemistry teacher once told me that there was a chemist in Germany who dreamed of a snake with its tail in his mouth, and he used this as inspiration to write down a chemical structural formula."

Such a familiar story.

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that his teacher had also told this story in his previous chemistry class.

Perhaps it was because of his illness that he had a better memory. The chemist seemed to be named Kekulé, and the chemical formula was... benzene ring?

I still remember that the teacher said that Kekulé should have discovered the structural formula of the benzene ring long ago, but there were too many messy thoughts in his mind. It was not until he subconsciously abandoned those wrong ideas in the dream that the correct answer came from the dream in the form of an ouroboros.

presented in.

This is very similar to the situation when I learned skills in my dream.

The subconscious mind will completely record what happened, and its countless simulations in dreams can optimize it and summarize the core elements.

As long as the strange disease can be suppressed in dreams and hallucinations are prevented from appearing in reality, this can constitute an almost perfect learning simulator.

…

Because some of the martial arts scenes were changed to special effects, filming was completed much earlier than expected.

On May 19th, Huo Yunting finished filming the night forest siege scene in Fangshan and announced that it was officially wrapped.
To be continued...