This thing can't be faked!

Except for the director, no one knew what level Ding Cheng was, and he originally thought that he might practice for a few days, but the result was ......

Don't talk about tricks, even if it's true, the brothers are not other people's opponents!

Song Yang was stupid next to him!

In the second act, Jin Shijie, who was the leader of the Jingang martial arts, was shocked and asked, "What kind of fist?"

Ding Cheng sat next to him and said slowly: "Wing Chun...... Southern Small Fist ...... A maximum of three or five people in a generation. ”

Jin Shijie took a deep breath and nodded, "You can be regarded as shocking me!"

"This is definitely not a kung fu that mortals can practice!"

"Want to open a museum in Tsu Port?"

Ding Cheng arched his hand and said firmly: "I still want you to nod my head." ”

As soon as the camera turned, Jin Shijie took Ding Cheng to a luxury hotel, ate steak Western food, and watched the Yanma dance, which can be described as a dog and horse, colorful and colorful.

"You just have to teach the real ......"

"I'll agree with you to open the museum!"

Ding Cheng stood up violently and was silent, it is a big deal to open the museum to teach the real ability.

"I have been a leader for 30 years, and finally I want to do a good thing for future generations......"

Jin Shijie wrote lightly: "You teach an apprentice, let him come out and kick the hall, and everyone who wins the eight houses obeys you." ”

"And then take it back with your own hands......"

"Just spare him his life!"

Ding Cheng nodded secretly, worthy of being an old drama bone, and it was interesting to start the play.

His keen insight and ability to adapt to performances make him comfortable in creating characters, always uncovering details that others can't. A very ordinary line can always be pronounced in his mouth with an unusual taste.

In a ten-minute scene, the two characters have very few lines, and they are basically silent confrontations.

A dragon crossing the river,

A snake on the ground,

One old and one young,

-for-tat!

Everyone gathered behind the monitor, looking at the state of the two people's aura, Jin Shijie was like a dead python, step by step, pushing the prey into a dead corner.

Ding Cheng is a hidden hungry wolf, his eyes are full of desire and ambition, but he can only be cautious......

Xu Haofeng is simply overwhelmed, both of them have reached the realm of acting with their bodies, one look, one action, and even without speaking, complex emotions can be accurately conveyed to the audience, absolutely amazing.

After the first day of filming, Ding Cheng was pulled by Jin Shijie to chat until late at night, originally the old man was not a talkative person, but his sympathetic acting skills made them quickly become friends of the New Year.

"You're too ...... in shape"

Song Jia looked at Ding Cheng shirtless, today is a passion play between the two, the sculptural perfect lines, each muscle is full of wild explosive power, and the eyes of everyone in the audience are as firmly attracted as if they were magneted!

"I usually like to work out......

Ding Cheng looked at Song Jia, who was only wearing a three-point style, and had to say that he was in good shape and spent a lot of money on maintenance.

"You ......"

"Slow down!"

Song Jia hugged Ding Cheng's strong back, and was instantly conquered by male hormones, her pretty face was flushed, and she couldn't help but whisper in her ear again: "You are too strong!"

Ding Cheng was also a little embarrassed, this is his best role, but fortunately, the director is very restrained, the camera is only close-up in the back, and the meaning is over.

After filming, Song Jia didn't say a word, and left with a red face, how can she stand this at an age like a wolf and a tiger?

The following is Song Yang's rival play, who is young and vigorous to challenge himself and show the power of the Eight Slash for the first time.

"Brother, you can do it!"

Song Yang looked at Ding Cheng and said pitifully: "My little life is in your hands......"

Everyone laughed, no one felt wrong, to say that there were dozens of people on the set, including Xu Haofeng, who was born in the so-called martial arts family, one is counted as one......

No one can kill Ding Cheng!

In the first few games, you still need to set moves, and then you don't need to use it directly, freestyle comes!

Ding Cheng picked up the eight chopping knife, shook the flower casually, looked at Song Yang and said, "Don't worry, you have measure!"

A relaxed scene of an eagle catching a chicken, no matter how Song Yang yelled and rushed up, he could get it in one move.

This is the national art,

Only kill,

Don't perform!

"Give me practice in the future!" Ding Cheng looked at Song Yang and said seriously: "After leaving the school, Jingang will have you No. 1!"

"Thank you, Master, Master!"

One teaches with a purpose, the other learns with ambition, and the apprentice soon emerges and begins to kick the gym from house to house.

To say that Xu Haofeng is worthy of being a person in the industry, whether it is moves or rules, he has a good appearance, all according to the old courtesy.

All the details make the whole work very stylish, no dazzling stunts, no speeding car chases, no wars......

Only one punch and one kick true,

and cruel hearts.

In a street battle, Ding Cheng knocked over twenty or thirty ruffians with a stick.

It's a pity that it's no longer the era when cold weapons are king......

At the moment of national crisis,

There are no eggs under the nest!

"Slow down!"

Ding Cheng helped Jin Shijie move his shoulders, the old man was in his sixties, and he had to fight with himself every day, and he was also drunk.

Rabbit dead dog cooking,

The bird is hidden,

The apprentice completes his mission,

Disappear into the conspiracies that have been arranged long ago.

As a master, I was heartbroken and helpless.

In the face of the general trend, Gao Ming's kung fu is just rootless, drifting with the flow......

Trace.

Disheartened, he picked up the knife in his hand again, left life and death behind, and fought for the warrior!

In the end, it is basically Ding Cheng's personal solo, two eight chopping knives, picking weapons from all over the gates, all kinds of things, everything.

It was completed in one and a half months, far faster than Xu Haofeng expected, for only one reason:

Ding Cheng!

"If it weren't for your acting skills, I really thought you were a master of kung fu since childhood. ”

Even Jiang Wenli was full of praise and said, "I finally understand why the Kung Fu Emperor is so attached to you." ”

Ding Cheng smiled and said nothing, so let his old man help carry a black pot.

Finally understood what the rivers and lakes were in Xu Haofeng's eyes?

It's not more about killing, but a kind of gentlemanly character, all of them are spiritual chivalrous, with a kind of spiritual strength and greatness.

Do you also understand why Wong Kar-wai's grandmaster let him serve as a martial arts instructor?

The action is simple and pure, not verbose at all, and the things that are solved with one knife will never be solved with a second knife.

I have to say that this work has completely subverted people's definition of martial arts films, and there is no happiness and hatred in the past...... What kind of family and country love......

It's more about the love between master and apprentice, and promoting the inheritance of martial arts!

Very realistic approach, showing the life of a warrior, it turns out that even if they are strong in martial arts, it is very difficult to live in troubled times.

Grandmasters are no different from mortals.

A fat man with a smile is actually a knife hidden in his smile. Don't use the three indiscriminate, but show the Tibetan knife with a single look and a dignified manner, and then take your life.

was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to react, the light flashed, and his body was in a different place.

A few seconds before his consciousness disappeared, he realized that the moment he smiled, he was already doomed to death.

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