After the judges commented, Zhao Benshan, Song Danshan and Liu Liu, who played the host, stayed on stage.

Many people in the audience wearing gray trousers and sequined armor stood up and walked down the aisle to the backstage one after another.

The program of their martial arts performance is tentatively titled "The Glory of the Age".

Most of the actors in the group are students of Tagou Martial Arts School, and the origins of those martial artists are mixed.

Zhengzhou Song and Dance Theater, Capital Institute of Physical Education, Macao Sports Development Bureau......

There is also a self-employed person.

"Hey, why are you still sitting down?"

Looking at Zhao Benshan, who had found a vacant seat to sit down, Song Danshan was quite surprised, "Didn't you say that martial arts performances are all vain, aren't you interested in this?" ”

"I really don't have much interest in martial arts performances." Zhao Binshan rubbed his chin, "But there is someone here that I am quite interested in." ”

"That Ren Qiu Chuanwu?" Song Dan quickly guessed.

He is a big trickster in the entire Northeast, no matter whether it is the entertainment industry or what circle it is, he knows a little bit about it.

He had also heard of the name of Ren Qiu Chuanwu.

At that time, he didn't care, but in just a few years, this name has grown from fame to prosperity.

How many old-timers he had to deal with carefully were full of praise for this Qiu Chuanwu.

What is the great ability of a young man in his early twenties? He, Zhao Binshan, also wants to see and understand.

He didn't speak, and Song Shan immediately found an empty seat next to him and sat down.

"Then I'll take a look."

"Drink! Ha! ”

The sound was like thunder, two loud shouts rang out, and a group of warrior monks with long sticks stood in the middle of the stage.

Each of them held two sticks, knocked them on the ground twice, and then retreated to the sides of the stage, looking at the judges in horror.

The news of Huo Yunting smashing two LED light panels with a knife had already spread, and looking at the action of these warrior monks poking the floor, the judges were afraid that they would break it to the ground.

After the warrior monks retreated to both sides, a young man in a purple robe and holding a long stick jumped out, and a large stride fell to the ground, and a horse came.

The lad won the long stick championship at the National Junior Wushu Championships.

There are many champions in the back, such as Tai Chi champions, Changquan champions......

In the end, all the warrior monks drank violently again, the long stick was erected, the two-handed sword was held, and Huo Yunting, who was wearing a black robe, took the stage from the center.

The first few are all men and women, but when they came to Huo Yunting, they were alone.

For no other reason, I couldn't find a suitable partner.

There are fewer people who practice two-handed swords, and even fewer women who practice two-handed swords, and those who can be partners with Huo Yunting are not found anyway.

Swallow the body and stab Yi to do the work, and seize the opportunity to take the wrist file next to the ribs.

Move to the throat and turn right and fly left.

The next step was like retreating, and the fierce edge passed over the back of the neck......

This is the sword trick song of the two-handed mantis sword, and its core originates from the book "The Mantis Two-handed Sword and Sword Book" given to him by Chenghui.

Huo Yunting himself practiced many times in his dreams, strengthened and perfected it, and finally condensed the core points into this sword technique-

He felt that there was no more perfect two-handed sword technique in the world today.

Not arrogance, but confidence. stems from his self-confidence in Renqiu Chuanwu.

This two-handed sword is short and fast, one move and one style, and it stops at a shallow taste. With a single tap, he quickly retracted it, turned around and struck again.

It can be said that the audience and judges under the stands can't stop.

"Ouch, I'll go, who is this person, it's uncomfortable for me to hit me, how can I stop this when I click on it?"

"You don't even know this master? Ren Qiu Chuanwu, a big man in the martial arts circle. ”

"You're in your early twenties, right?"

"Let you hit fifty, can you?"

"Good guy, this guy is going to challenge me from here?"

I don't know who said this, and the surrounding audience nodded one after another. That's the reason.

No matter how anxious the audience was to scold his mother, Huo Yunting was single-minded, and the long sword in his hand was sealed and stabbed to the nest.

Short and sharp, deadly.

In Huo Yunting's eyes, there were countless Dao figures with eighteen weapons rushing towards him, and then fell at his feet one by one.

There are countless corpses underfoot.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, look at this young man, whether the sword is good or not, put it aside, as if someone really cut him."

Song Dan bumped Zhao Binshan with his elbow with great interest, and when he saw that he was silent, he looked sideways and found that his face was gloomy and scary.

This kid has killed people, absolutely killed.

Zhao Binshan's heart was pounding, what had he not seen in the Northeast all these years? The top double-flower red sticks and gold medal fighters are also in the sea.

But none of them were colder than Huo Yunting.

Yes, it's cold, not fierce.

This sword is played without waves, it is very steady, and it just wants your life.

How many lives does this man have to be fast, accurate, and ruthless to this point?

Seeing that Zhao Benshan's face was wrong, Song Dan also put away his smile, "What? Is this kid really so powerful? ”

The two have been working together for many years, and she knows something about Zhao Binshan, which can make him suddenly cool down, it seems that this Qiu Chuanwu is really unusual.

Huo Yunting on the stage finally put on a sword-splitting posture, and this "Prosperous Heroes" ended.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse that was originally full of Taiwan also disappeared.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

The audience applauded like thunder, Zhao Binshan clapped his hands, and quietly turned his head to Song Dandan's ear.

"Give him a watermelon knife, and he can keep a street."

Song Dan's clapped hands stiffened, "He is alone, can he fight a flag?" ”

"Not enough."

Zhao Benshan shook his head, "It's not enough for him to fight." ”

People in their forties are already in their prime. However, a few drops of cold sweat still broke out on Song Dan's forehead.

I heard people say when I was filming before, and now the crew calls Huo Yunting a murderous brother. Now she understands why.

"Let's go, don't have too much contact with this kind of murderer."

"No, I'll see you later, and I'll pay a respect." Zhao Benshan's face was serious, "You have to know the origin." ”

The applause went out, Huo Yunting put away his long sword, and the leaders in front of him also came up, waiting for the judges to comment.

This martial arts performance is more difficult to define, there is no language, only movement.

Whether the core idea is crooked or not, it is difficult to say. Generally, just looking at this action performance is not beautiful.

"Master Huo."

"Director Zhang, you say."

Zhang Xiaohai racked his brains and pondered, "You are all real kung fu." The nature of this performance is not too high. ”

Huo Yunting moved out the previous set of words that the prosperous world must have absolute strength, but Zhang Xiaohai was not very satisfied.

The two of them insisted on their own words, and neither could convince anyone. If it weren't for the fact that he saw Huo Yunting pick fifty people in a row that day, Zhang Xiaohai would have to preach with him.

In the end, Huo Yunting made a concession.

"Director Zhang, you have to have a strong sense of ornamentation?"

"Master Huo, you are facing an audience of more than one billion people across the country, and there are people from all walks of life. You can't just care about your martial arts circle. ”

Huo Yunting nodded, "What Director Zhang said makes sense. ”

Then, let everyone around him step back and pull out the long sword in his hand again.

Holding it with one hand, he played a sword flower in the air, then turned around and kicked and suddenly let go, and then kicked his foot on the hilt of the sword.

The long sword swirled rapidly in the air, and the moment Huo Yunting landed on his toes, he clasped the hilt of the sword that spun out the afterimage with both hands.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then a shout almost broke through the ceiling.

"I'm grass! What did I just see? ”

"Kick the sword?! Can you still play like this? ”

"That's awesome, isn't it? Monitor! You can also give one a try! ”

"Fuck off! Lao Tzu doesn't want his hands or legs? ”

The audience shouted and shook the sky, and Huo Yunting's brain began to hurt again.

It's a bit of a stretch.

"Quiet! It's all quiet! ”

Zhang Xiaohai shouted several times and stopped the audience.

Looking at Huo Yunting, who was carrying a sword on his shoulder, he opened his mouth, and there were countless words that he didn't know how to say.

In the end, someone in the audience shouted out the topic he wanted to talk about the most.

"One more!"

"Yes, yes, yes! One more! ”

Huo Yunting had no choice but to come again.

This time, without saying anything, the people around him took the initiative to take a few steps back.

Although it is a performance sword, it can also hurt people by spinning at such a high speed.

After kicking the sword this time, the audience applauded again thunderously.

"Master Huo, how long have you been practicing this sword kick?" This time, Zhang Xiaohai grabbed the most critical question and asked.

"For a while."

The words are vague.

This is the trick he figured out during rehearsals a few days ago.

Those few leaders were fine, and they pondered how to show more unique skills in their playing time.

Like the young man who played with a long stick, his was a horse in the air.

Huo Yunting took a look, and he had to figure out one himself. Eventually, there was this kicking sword.

"Skilled?" Zhang Xiaohai asked sincerely.

Although Huo Yunting kicked twice in a row, he was still a little uneasy.

"I can do it with my eyes closed." With that, he closed his eyes, and the surrounding warrior monks and warriors hurriedly retreated again.

"Don't, don't! Just keep your eyes open. Zhang Xiaohai hurriedly stopped.

Then, he looked at Wu Bin and the others on the side, "I have to add the part where Master Huo kicks the sword." ”

After thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough, "Press other people's time and leave room for Master Huo." ”

The choreographers and directors nodded again and again.

Originally, their "Prosperous Heroes" was a group portrait stream, but now this martial arts performance has a protagonist.

With Huo Yunting's amazing kick, other people's problems are not so important.

Zhang Xiaohai was excited when he thought of the scene of Huo Yunting kicking the sword at the Spring Festival Gala! Almost diaper!

He also gave a death order to everyone in the audience, kicking the sword, this unique job, can't be said!

"Just this kick, it's worth my sketch." Zhao Binshan, who witnessed the whole process, smacked his lips, "I didn't wait in vain for this trip." ”

After getting off the stage, the people around them distanced themselves from Huo Yunting, their faces full of awe.

To say that I thought he was a top master before, now I feel that this is a master outside the world.

As soon as I arrived backstage, I heard several choreographers and planners chatting there, and even considered whether to replace this martial arts performance with Huo Yunting's one-man show.

"You said that some time ago, Teacher Huo picked fifty, and they were all masters of various sects, right? They all lost, does that mean that Teacher Huo is better than them? simply let Mr. Huo come. ”

"Oh, Mr. Huo, that's all real kung fu......"

Listening to them wrestling from there, Huo Yunting felt a lot of complaining eyes burning his back.

"Gotta come on, stop it, you guys. In the prosperous world, I alone is a prosperous world. ”

Seeing him say this, those few just laughed and nodded again and again.

Then, Huo Yunting felt that the sad gaze behind him had turned into gratitude.

They counted it in the first instance, and there was no change in personnel. But the details have to be changed, and Huo Yunting has to be given more time to perform.

Everyone made a bus and left, but Huo Yunting found a corner where no one was there and answered the phone.

"Lao Huo, I heard that a few of your younger brothers have gone to do finger movements? Can you give me one too? ”

Huo Yunting scolded with a smile, "Aren't you filming black humor?" Still using your fingers? ”

"Hey, I have a kidnapping scene here, and I have a Muay Thai master, so I have to find someone to watch it."

"That's unfortunate, there happened to be one."

Li had just come back not long ago, and he was idle. It is just right to throw him to Ning Hao to direct "Crazy Racing".

For ordinary people who tend to be realistic, Li Cai is the most suitable.

"Hey, when is your film going to start?"

"Just for a few days."

"Haha, don't worry about funds this time."

Make small talk and hang up. When he turned around, he saw a kind-faced uncle and an aunt with glasses standing behind him.

"Oh, Teacher Zhao, Teacher Song." Huo Yunting was a little surprised, what are these two looking for themselves?

"Oh, Master Huo, you kicked the sword with your hand just now."

As soon as Zhao Benshan grabbed his hand, he kept praising in his mouth. Song Danshan also echoed on the side, and in a few words, he invited Huo Yunting to the restaurant for a meal.

Huo Yunting was also very interested in this pair of white clouds and black soil, and he should take a bite.

I found a nearby restaurant and asked for a private room.

Don't look at Zhao Benshan's kind face, the image of a rural uncle, but this gesture is full of momentum.

It's not that it's sharp, but it's soft, but with a sense of majesty.

reminded Huo Yunting of Vito Don Corleone in "The Godfather".

During the banquet, Zhao Binshan talked about the world, from Huo Yunting's swordsmanship to kung fu, and then talked about some of the Tao, and then talked about the past in the Northeast in the early years.

Huo Yunting listened to the story and was very interested.

In the end, Zhao Benshan changed the topic, "Master Huo, can the spring point be opened?" ”

Huo Yunting was stunned, why is this still talking nonsense? What does this mean?

His brows furrowed slightly, "I can't open it halfway." ”

"Where's the side, throw a vine?"

This is not asking what Huo Yunting's surname is, but wanting to know who is behind him.

But who is behind him? No one.

Huo Yunting thought about it, and just said his surname, "Meng Liangfang." ”

chewing peanuts with a stuffy head, I feel more and more that the sentence "After passing the Shanhaiguan Pass, there is something to find Bon Mountain" is not a joke.

Tsk, I'll have to ask Brother Hua what's going on when I go back.

He was pondering in his heart, and Zhao Benshan was also pondering.

The family is all responsible people, but when they suddenly appear in the entertainment industry, they are still the masters who have licked the knife.

When I asked him what he was doing, he didn't say anything, but only gave his name......

The more I thought about it, the more the drum beat in my heart.

It's so tightly hidden, and the Chinese Martial Arts Association strongly recommends it - don't this come out of a soldier?

An aviation disaster brought a genius in the field of physics and materials back to 20 years ago, starting from mathematics, ending with physics, taking materials as the backbone, and energy as the blood.

The rebirth of academicians, the beginning of science and technology, the stars are forever, and China is forever.

(End of chapter)