Li Mingming, Ding Xiu was a little confused when he heard this name, where did he know Li Mingliang.

There can be many martial arts directors for a drama at the same time, just like the crew is not just one director, there are executive directors, casting directors, literary drama directors, martial arts directors, group A directors, group B directors, and various assistant directors.

Usually people only remember the most famous one.

He was really unfamiliar with the name Li Mingliang.

On the second day after entering the crew, in the training hall, Ding Xiu saw the "acquaintance" in Gao Xi's mouth.

"Hello Director Li, I'm Huang Xiaoming, I'm sorry for you in the next time, I must say anything I didn't do well, don't be polite."

Martial arts instructor Li Mingliang is a middle-aged man, bald, 1.85 meters tall, with a full face, hanging eyes, and a strong body.

At first glance, he is a difficult lord to mess with.

That is, there is no tattoo on the arm, otherwise Huang Xiaoming would not dare to come forward to say hello.

Even so, he was a little worried in his heart.

This guy doesn't look like a good guy.

Director Li shook hands with Huang Xiaoming and held up a smiling face, it's okay not to laugh, but it's even worse to laugh, eerie.

"It's all about work, and everyone works together."

Immediately, he looked at Ding Xiu, his eyes were hot, he took a small step forward, and held Ding Xiu's big hand with both hands.

"Brother Xiu, I haven't seen you for a long time, what have you been busy with lately?"

After seeing the bald head, Ding Xiu vaguely had an impression that he had seen this person in the Tianlong Babu crew at the beginning, and he often ran behind Zhao Jian's buttocks.

It's just that everyone is not familiar with each other, plus they haven't seen each other for a few years, they don't contact, and they feel unfamiliar just by listening to the name.

Afraid that Ding Xiu wouldn't be able to remember, Li Mingliang said, "I, Xiao Li, bald boy."

"I know you." Ding Xiu nodded: "Cooperate again, take care of it."

"Where, in front of Brother Xiu, how dare I say that I take care of me, you have to take care of me, if there is anything bad about the martial arts movements, you must bring it up, so that I have room for improvement in the future."

Huang Xiaoming was dumbfounded.

I'm Nima.

A big man of 1.85 meters, so strong, how can he see Ding Xiu humble like this, not to.

He doesn't eat people.

If Li Mingliang could hear Huang Xiaoming's heart, he would definitely refute that Ding Xiu would not eat people, but he would beat people.

Ding Xiu is famous, and he is known as the most capable of playing among the younger generation in the entertainment industry, and none of the martial arts instructors and directors who have worked with him are unconvinced.

Even the Kung Fu Emperor Li Lianjie said that Ding Xiu was his successor.

This is a well-established fact.

The rumors are even more terrifying, saying that Ding Xiu's actual combat ability is very strong, a watermelon knife cuts down dozens of gangsters, he has a nose and eyes, and he also said that he has defeated many masters all the way to this day, and the boxing champion is not enough for him to fight.

So when he came to the Tianlong Babu crew, many martial artists wanted to meet the number one master in the entertainment industry.

Including him, in fact.

As a result, a group of people wheeled and fought against Ding Xiu, and they were all beaten down.

It's like hitting a child, a punch, a kick to a child, that's called an easy.

Li Mingliang will have such a good attitude towards Ding Xiu, the main reason is to be in awe of his strength, they are all martial arts practitioners, in the face of such a famous master, where do they dare to hold up.

Ding Xiu doesn't guide him, it's okay, where does he dare to guide Ding Xiu.

"You're a martial arts instructor, I'll listen to you." Ding Xiu quietly withdrew his palm from Li Mingming's rough hands, and said with a smile, "Where do we start practicing today?"

Li Mingliang said: "The combat effectiveness of Ding Li in this drama is not strong, and he has not received systematic martial arts training, so we first learn street warfare and fight Wang Baquan, and Xu Wenqiang's words are mainly fancy, highlighting IQ and strong force."

Xinshang Tang is not a martial arts drama, there are not many martial arts scenes, and the background of the story is that guns are the mainstream.

So this drama doesn't need too many flashy moves and difficult skills.

"Understood, how to set it

Tell me about it first?"

"I think so, although it is Wang Baquan, but the fight must be handsome, that is, to maintain the beauty without distortion, I will let Wu Xing come over and demonstrate it first, Brother Xiu, you palm your eyes, if not, we will modify it."

Good guy, the martial arts instructor is so humble, Huang Xiaoming can't stand it, who is the martial arts instructor in the end, can't he be a little assertive?

"Director Li, it's okay, just do as you say, our brothers will fully cooperate with you."

"That's not good, I still have to let Brother Xiu palm his eyes." Li Mingming, who is 1.85 meters old, looked like a little girl, with embarrassment on his face, and twisted and pinched: "He is an expert in this regard, how dare I get an axe."

Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing are so awesome, they have to listen to Ding Xiu's opinions when it comes to action design, can he still be better than those two big guys?

remembers that Yuan Bing once said a sentence on the set, which was unanimously recognized by everyone.

That is, "If an action can't be completed, then there is no need to design it."

This is a very high evaluation, which shows that Ding Xiu's martial arts skills are good, and if even he can't do the moves, then no one can make them.

Ding Li's martial arts fight in the new Shanghai Beach is close to the street gangster, to be honest, Li Mingliang has no bottom on how effective this style of play is.

Because he has no combat experience.

Don't look at him who has been practicing martial arts for many years, but the number of times he has done it with others can be counted with both hands.

Ding Xiu is an expert in this field, whether it is experience or skills, he is better than him, and it is a rare thing to get Ding Xiu's advice.

Patting Li Mingliang on the shoulder, Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Director Li, it's serious, let's communicate with each other."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

After a few polite greetings, Li Mingliang called the crew to martial arts, a total of more than ten people, two of them were white, and the rest were black, and everyone began to scuffle according to the originally designed position and shooting order.

The white clothes represent Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang.

Ding Xiu, Li Mingliang, Huang Xiaoming, and the three of them stood on the side and watched.

In the process of watching, Li Mingming's mouth was not idle, and introduced: "Xu Wenqiang is a scholar, martial arts should be elegant and beautiful, Ding Li is a fruit seller, the road is much wilder, there is no discipline, the two are in stark contrast."

In the middle of the field, the fight was in full swing, shouting and killing, and people kept falling to the ground.

Huang Xiaoming is still very satisfied with his martial arts movements, nodding frequently, although he doesn't understand martial arts, he can see that he is very handsome.

A punch and a kick are all chic and handsome.

Ding Xiu clasped his hands in front of his chest, frowned, and said, "Ding Li's fighting style, ten lives are not enough to die, and when there is a huge disparity in strength, street battles are not fought like this."

Li Mingliang hurriedly asked, "How do you fight then?"

These plays are all made up by his own brain, and he has never played himself, so he doesn't know what the specific situation is.

Ding Xiu stopped everyone, stepped into the arena, hooked his fingers and said, "Don't follow the routine, you go straight on."

Wu Xing, you look at me, I look at you, no one stepped forward. The person in front of him is a household name, who is responsible for the breakage?

Li Mingliang said, "Listen to Brother Xiu, but you all pay attention to the proportions and keep the point."

Professional martial arts, know how to retract, know how to fight fakely, pay attention, and will not hurt people.

"This is street warfare." Ding Xiu stepped forward and kicked Wu Xing's stomach, but before he could touch his body, Wu Xing retreated and fell to the ground.

Raising your hand and grabbing a person's hair is a punch.

The beaten Wu Xing fell down very sensibly, clutching his chest and wailing on the ground.

Knocking down two people one after another, the rest of the people eased up and began to hug each other.

With a wave of his fist, Ding Xiu smashed down two, and then was blocked in the corner of the wall, countless fists fell, and he could only squat with his head in his hands.

Taking advantage of people's inattention, one hugged and fell down, got up and continued to fight......

After a few minutes, Ding Xiu got up and patted the dust off his body.

The martial arts beatings are all fake beatings, and the dust on the body is because they roll on the ground when they are simulated being beaten.

"Awesome." Li ming

Liang applauded and laughed, "It's worthy of Brother Xiu, your street battle is simply textbook level."

He hadn't been beaten by the crowd before, and he didn't know what the real battle was like, but he was deeply shocked after watching Ding Xiu's "performance" just now.

First of all, he shot hard enough, and he caught one and beat him to death.

People are also clever, and after being put down, they do not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but change to another target.

After being beaten by the group, he leaned against the wall with his back, holding his head in his hands, his eyes kept wandering between the crowd, and he seized the opportunity to continue to fight to the death.

In the end, his heart was hard enough, he grabbed a little brother, used a pen instead of a knife, and put it on his neck, indicating that he wanted to kill.

The eyes full of anger, the tone of the jade, and the trembling hands are all telling everyone that I am not easy to provoke, and if I continue to fight, Lao Tzu will kill people, and my life will be hard.

Huang Xiaoming complimented: "People say that your martial arts are powerful, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

With a smile on his face, he was secretly frightened.

Ding Xiu's martial arts are very strong and very experienced, this kind of technical thing he doesn't have, and he can't learn it.

If he can learn it in a short time, people don't have to practice martial arts for more than ten years.

Ding Xiu pondered for a few seconds and said, "There is not enough space, the real street battles must be fought continuously, otherwise the battle will end quickly, and there will be no sight."

"I didn't have any props, so it's best to get some tables, chairs and benches to smash."

"In the end, Wu Xing's shots are a bit intensive, the pace is too fast, you can be a little slower, if you rush up, Ding Li can't stand it even if the king of soldiers retires."

At home, he did a lot of Ding Li's homework, and his specific image, personality, and family background were all in his heart.

So what I just simulated is also the state of Ding Li.

Otherwise, with his ability, these martial artists can't let him go, and kicking it over is not a matter of pretending to wail on the ground a few times, it will break his ribs and be hospitalized.

To be honest, it is still a bit difficult to fight with Ding Li's identity.

Because he understands martial arts, Dan Ding Li doesn't understand.

In many places, it is clear that the enemy can be defeated with better, faster and more convenient moves, but he can only go near and far in order to take care of the character setting.

is like a veteran of the club who has experienced a hundred battles, but he wants to pretend to be the first brother who consumes for the first time, and the girl's buttons don't know how to untie, and the clumsy appearance is really embarrassing.

Li Mingliang said: "There is no way to make space, a fixed alley, and we can only reduce the number of people at that time."

"There are no tables, chairs and benches, but you can design a few chicken coops, waste wood or something."

"The rhythm is a small matter, let's discuss it and come up with a new plan as soon as possible."

"Xiao Zhang, you teach Brother Xiao Ming martial arts, Brother Xiu, you sit on the side for a while with a cup of tea, if you are busy, go back to the hotel first, and I will notify you when you turn around."

Huang Xiaoming, who rolled up his sleeves and was about to start practicing martial arts, had mixed feelings in his heart, opened his mouth, and couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He was tired and tired of practicing martial arts, and Ding Xiu drank tea leisurely and leisurely.

is also the male protagonist, should the gap be so big, I don't know that Ding Xiu thinks that Ding Xiu is the male protagonist, and he is a cameo.

"I'm fine at the hotel, you're busy."

Ding Xiu declined Li Mingming's kindness, found a chair to sit down, took out his mobile phone, and Zhao Liying stood silently beside him with a thermos cup.

just looked at Huang Xiaoming, who was sweating from martial arts practice from time to time.

"You want to try it too?" I don't know how long it has been, Ding Xiu opened his mouth, Zhao Liying came to her senses, and said quickly, "I'm just curious, does filming have to be so hard?"

Ding Xiu smiled: "Give you two or three million, let you practice martial arts every day, do you feel hard?"

Zhao Liying smiled happily: "Then I can practice until the crew goes bankrupt."

There are really two or three million, and she will not worry about eating and drinking for the rest of her life, what else can she not do except kill people and set fires.

Ding Xiu sighed: "It's so easy to mix in this circle, it is necessary to be beautiful in front of people, and it is necessary for people to suffer later, if you don't fight for yourself, you will be eliminated in two years."

To be honest, he never felt that filming for more than ten hours a day and practicing boring tricks was a painful and tiring thing.

People's sanitation workers get up at five o'clock every day and sweep the street for a day, how much is it a month?

You must know that even if it is a business that kills the head, the income is not as much as that of an actor.

Compared to those things, it's drizzle.

Zhao Liying nodded and said, "I know this, when Liu Yifei was filming the Condor, you took her to ride a horse every day, and she couldn't walk after she got off the horse, shouting that her butt hurt, these are all hardships and sins."

"Ahem." Ding Xiu coughed: "Don't mention the old past, anyway, this line of work is not so easy to do, but it is also so difficult to do, it is not difficult for those who know, and it is not difficult for those who are difficult."

Zhao Liying shook her head: "I don't understand."

"You'll find out when you step into this business."

The entertainment industry is a pyramid, the higher the salary, and the easier the job you receive.

Ordinary group performers play ordinary people, kneeling and kowtowing for only a few dozen yuan a day, which costs waist and knees, and hurts self-esteem.

Special actors play guards or palace maids, standing still for hundreds of times a day, except for numbness in the legs, nothing else.

The dragon set with lines plays the role of a eunuch who declares the decree, and reading a few paragraphs is hundreds a day, which is more saliva-staggering, and you need to drink some tea from time to time to moisten your throat.

The actor sat on the dragon chair and said that the Zhongqing's family was flat, tens of thousands of yuan a day, and it didn't cost anything.

"Brother Xiao Ming, the punch is not like this, the horse must be steady, the punch must be fast, you have no strength."

"I'm sorry, I'll do it again."

"No, it's still not good, you haven't mastered the skills, Brother Xiu, can I ask you a favor and give me some advice."

Wu Xing taught Huang Xiaoming a set of turning and spinning kicks, Huang Xiaoming couldn't learn it, he either fell or stumbled, so he had no choice but to ask Ding Xiu for help.

The bored Ding Xiu was of course happy to help.

"It's simple, in fact, everyone will know it after mastering the know-how, as long as they have feet."

Huang Xiaoming: "......"

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Just help, don't forget to hurt him.