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After a party, both those who know how to drink and those who can't drink are all drunk.

Huang Bo and Wu Jing drank a few more drinks because they were happy, while Baoqiang drank just because they were depressed. They were in a bad mood and kept drinking.

It had been a long time since he had a drink with someone he knew well, and Ding Xiu was still half-way drunk.

Gao Yuanyuan called the driver and took everyone home one by one, and then worked tirelessly to help Ding Xiu lie down.

If Jia Ling and Zhao Liying hadn't helped clean up, she wouldn't have been able to do it alone.

Afternoon, in the yard.

Ding Xiu was wearing sportswear, and opposite him was Wu Jing in a hooded sweatshirt.

Just yesterday he said he wanted to ask Ding Xiu for advice on how to play, and today Wu Jing came over.

At the stone table not far away, Wang Baoqiang was eating the oranges brought by Wu Jing while concentrating on watching the next battle.

There was no way he could go back to the Beijing Film Studio, and he had nothing to do, so he came to visit because he was "bored".

Well, actually he came here to steal the teacher.

When he was still playing a small role, he envied Ding Xiu's kung fu, but Ding Xiu didn't teach him. After finally seeing a practical lesson, he didn't want to miss it.

Under the jujube tree, Gao Yuanyuan ignored them and just picked vegetables and chatted with Zhao Liying, but her furtive glances from time to time revealed her true thoughts.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Ding Xiu said easily: "Fight him how you want."

Wu Jing quickly explained: "Brother Xiu, it's not about fighting, it's about practicing, practicing."

He knew Ding Xiu's strength, otherwise he wouldn't have come here. If the two of them fought, ten of them would not be able to defeat one Ding Xiu.

"That's about the same thing. How do you want to practice?"

"Well, do you think this will work? Let's do a few moves first to find out the bottom, and then we'll talk after we finish."

Ding Xiu looked up at the sky, moved his neck, and took out his hand: "Let's get started."

Wu Jing habitually handed over his hands and said solemnly: "Sanda is also called Sanshou. It includes footwork, boxing, kicking, wrestling, defense, etc. It is the most practical fighting style in the world today. It is used by both the army and the police. Practicing."

"Based on the various Sanda methods, they are divided into competitive Sanda, practical Sanda, and practice Sanda. The reason I want to ask you this time is to practice actual Sanda."

There are several types of Sanda. The military uses Sanda for actual combat, while the private sector uses Sanda for drills and competitions.

As you can tell from the name, Sanda has strong attack power in actual combat. After all, there is no unpractical Kung Fu that can be circulated in the army. The attack methods are all aimed at the vital points of the human body, striving to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible and disintegrate the enemy's combat effectiveness.

If necessary, he can even kill people.

Competitive Sanda is second to actual Sanda. It is also very aggressive, but it is mainly active in the ring. Some key parts cannot be attacked, such as the neck, lower body, cervical spine, etc.

The purpose of martial arts is to kill people, and the vital points cannot be attacked, and the kung fu is almost half wasted. In the eyes of professionals, competitive Sanda is just like that.

Even competitive Sanda is like this, let alone practicing Sanda, let alone mention it.

After saying that, Wu Jing looked at Ding Xiu, his eyes were like fire, and he was full of fighting spirit.

For competitive Sanda and practice Sanda, he can go to Shicha Sports School to practice with his brothers. His master Wu Bing is the head coach, so he still has some respect.

Only actual Sanda is difficult to do.

You might hurt someone if you're not careful.

There are not many people in the sports school who can actually compete with him. After all, those young people have never fought in a few actual battles, so how can they get any practical experience.

Ding Xiu is different. His strength has been taught by himself. He can definitely fight. His master has also certified it. Looking at the country, there are not many people who can beat him.

After finally receiving a male lead role, Wu Jing wanted to try his best to give the audience a satisfactory answer.

In the movie, he plays a Sanda champion who, because of lack of money, goes to black boxing and defeats one opponent after another.

As for Black Fist, his moves are definitely geared toward actual combat, so before turning on the weapon, he must be familiar with the Black Fist fighting style.

Ding Xiu stretched out a hand, with the palm facing up and the four fingers bent: "Why are you grinding? Come on."

"Brother Xiu, please be merciful." Wu Jing put away his smile and assumed a Sanda stance.

Ding Xiu didn't move and stood quietly.

Wu jumped up in surprise, and tentatively used his side leg to quickly sweep towards Ding Xiu's calf.

Curling his lips, Ding Xiu took a step back and just managed to avoid it by a hair's breadth.

He didn't know Sanda, but his actual combat experience was countless times better than that of Wu Jing. When he saw his left leg bent at the knee, his thigh drove his calf to fold, which was obviously a leg sweep.

After analyzing Wu Jing's next move in the blink of an eye, he retreated naturally.

Wu Jing was not disappointed when his kick missed. On the contrary, it would have been abnormal if the kick had hit.

Standing in a left position, leaning his upper body slightly to the right, and shifting his center of gravity backward, Wu Jing continued to sweep his side leg, this time with a high side leg, aiming for Ding Xiu's head.

The side kick is a classic Sanda move, which is divided into high side kick, middle side kick, low side kick, high side kick to the head, middle side kick to the waist and abdomen, and low side kick to the thigh and calf.

Because it can hit many targets and has strong flexibility, its side legs are a panacea, and it can often defeat the enemy with one move unexpectedly.

"boom!"

As expected, Wu Jing's kick was blocked by Ding Xiu with his arm.

Ding Xiu became a little more serious: "Not bad, are there any more?"

Wu Jing laughed and said: "Yes, you can try to kick me."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

When he kicked him down, Wu Jing was afraid that he would have to do black boxing again in his next life.

"Ahem, just use a gentle force and a slower speed. Don't go too fast. By the way, just kick me in the waist."

It's not like his brain was flooded. How could Wu Jing dare to let Ding Xiu kick him, reduce the intensity and speed, and know the location of the blow in advance, so he dared to take it.

"good!"

Standing on his left foot, Ding Xiu twisted his body, bent his right leg at the knee and extended his hip. His big and big legs were naturally folded, and the instep was straightened. He immediately went from bending to extending, and his thigh drove his calf to stretch horizontally to the right, with the force reaching the instep.

"Snapped!"

With a sound that broke through the air, Ding Xiu kicked Wu Jing with his foot. The next second, Wu Jing hugged his calf with his left hand. His right hand reached forward and grabbed Ding Xiu's right shoulder, and his left foot was hooked out like a sickle.

Sanda is highly practical and emphasizes kicking from far away and hitting close to and throwing close to the body.

As long as Ding Xiu is brought down, he will start to lock people up next.

But to be honest, Ding Xiu was very strong, and he didn't know if he really reduced his strength and speed. After this leg, Wu Jing's left hand was numb and trembling, and he almost lost his grip.

"So that's it." Before Wu Jing could come out with his sickle kick, Ding Xiu bent his arms and made a fist, hitting him in the ribs with a straight punch.

"ah!"

"hiss!"

Holding his ribs, Wu Jing bent over and took in a breath of cold air. Not to mention locking people up, he almost burst into tears.

One punch struck him, almost knocking him out.

The fight between the two seemed to last for a long time, but in fact it was a flash of lightning, less than two seconds.

I didn't expect Ding Xiu's reaction to be so quick. He just punched him with a backhand as soon as his feet were caught.

This punch was very weird, it went straight to his unprepared ribs, and he couldn't block it.

"Yeah, Brother Xiu is awesome!" Under the jujube tree, Zhao Liying waved her fist: "I will also learn martial arts for self-defense if I have the chance."

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and said: "Learning martial arts is very tiring. One person in the family is enough."

Ding Xiu taught her for a while that it was indeed not a human life.

I got up before dawn to exercise, doing horse steps and boxing. I practiced a set of boxing techniques over and over again, making sure every posture was correct. My calves were shaking all morning.

Later, she stopped practicing martial arts after learning yoga. At first, she was complained by Ding Xiu about her lack of perseverance, but after demonstrating yoga, Ding Xiu's complaints turned into support.

Now he can't help himself every day.

Zhao Liying pursed her lips and said, "No one in my family practices martial arts, so you can't rely on me."

"Then you can find a boyfriend to protect you in the future."

"How can a man be as reliable as himself, ah, I'm not talking about Brother Xiu, except him."

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes were solemn: "He is not reliable either."

It has been almost half a year since I last told Ding Xiu to meet his parents, and there was no sound at all.

Moreover, she discovered that Ding Xiu's original Audi was missing. At first, she thought it was sold, but when they were drinking yesterday, she heard Huang Bo say that Qin Lan drove it.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know what you need to do to capture a man's heart?"

Zhao Liying smiled and raised the cabbage in her hand: "I know this, grab his stomach."

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head: "Wrong, I want to give him a child."

Zhao Liying suddenly realized that she had learned something again.

…

"good!"

Wang Baoqiang, who was eating oranges and watching the game, applauded.

The first round of fighting was exciting, and today was not in vain.

Wu Jing's distorted facial features looked at this person who was watching the excitement and said, "Bao Qiang, let's practice in a while."

Wang Baoqiang smiled coquettishly: "Brother, go ahead and pretend I don't exist."

Wu Jing came from Shicha Sports School, studied under Wu Bing, and is a three-level champion in sword and gun boxing. These days, no one can win the championship.

Although Kung Fu is said to be a performance, it can be seen from the films Wu Jing has made over the years that he is physically very strong and knows how to fight.

It was very easy to beat him, a person who trained in Shaolin Temple for fitness and boxing.

Focusing on Ding Xiu, Wu said in shock: "Brother Xiu, have you withdraw your strength? I feel that the fists and kicks are a bit heavy."

"If I hadn't stopped, you would have been lying down by now."

Ding Xiu's words shattered Wu Jing's luck.

It's still so fierce even after the force is withdrawn. It's impossible to stop the force.

I really want to see Ding Xiu at full strength, as long as he is not the one getting beaten. He can eat melon seeds and watch this kind of excitement all day long.

After a while, Wu Jing said: "Let's test the waters in a few more rounds. Brother Xiu, can you just defend and not fight back this time?"

Asking his opponent not to fight back, his face was burning when he said these words.

But don't say no, Ding Xiu is a bit fierce and can't withstand even one move if he fights back.

Ding Xiu took a step forward, shifted his body weight backwards, bent his arms in front of him, and assumed a defensive posture of modern boxing.

It was an accidental idea of ​​his to combine modern fighting with ancient martial arts, and he wanted to do an experiment on Wu Jing.

"Come on, I'll try my best."

"Okay, the posture is very professional." Wu moved his shoulders, praised with a smile, stepped forward and kicked, each leg was high.

However, each leg was slapped away by Ding Xiu's hands.

After seven or eight legs without touching anyone, Wu Jing exclaimed: "Brother Xiu, it's okay. The slap is pretty smooth. How about you try my fist."

As he spoke, he hit Ding Xiu with a combination of punches on his face.

This time, Ding Xiu did not use slaps, but used his arms to block Wu Jing Kuang Yu's uppercuts, straight punches, belly punches, and swing punches.

While blocking, he took note of Wu Jing's attack method.

Three minutes later, Wu was gasping for breath, and the strength of his blows with both hands was much smaller. Such a fierce attack was not long-lasting and consumed a lot of physical strength.

I'm a little tired, but I had a great time playing.

If it were an ordinary person, how would he dare to fight like this? He would be disabled even if he didn't die.

In other words, Ding Xiu can still act like a normal person.

Wu Jing was about to call timeout and rest for a while before fighting again. When he opened his mouth, a strong wind blew into his mouth, and then he only saw Ding Xiu's fists falling like raindrops.

Almost as a subconscious reaction, he quickly defended.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Straight punches, uppercuts, swing punches, punches, all the moves he had just used, they all came back.

However, he was not as good at defending as Ding Xiu. He was punched in the stomach and his stomach was in turmoil.

Just for a moment, his face was hit in a circle, and there were stars in his eyes.

Probably wanting to make his sandbag last longer, Ding Xiu then hit him in the direction of his arms.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

"Brother Xiu, stop!"

"Fuck, I won't fight."

"No fight, ah, no fight!"

Ding Xiu's fist was heavy. After more than a dozen punches, Wu Jing's arms became numb and he lost consciousness. He retreated a full seven or eight meters. However, Ding Xiu acted as if he didn't hear him and refused to let him go. From time to time, he punched him in the ribs.

As the fight continued, Wu Jing leaned his back against the wall, unable to retreat, so he simply stopped defending. He closed his eyes and looked as if he wanted to kill or behead him.

He couldn't stand it any longer. If he continued the fight, he might have to confess here today.

Sure enough, after he put down his hand, a fist was placed on the bridge of his nose.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Wu Jing said painfully: "Brother Xiu, are you doing it the other way around? You are cooperating with me, not me cooperating with you."

"Sorry, I suddenly have some new ideas." Ding Xiu's eyes regained clarity and he said, "Let's continue."

In the previous blow, he mixed it with battlefield killing punch, eight-pole elbow technique, and modern fighting. The more he hit, the smoother he became. If Wu Jing had lasted longer, the degree of integration might have been higher.

"Slowly." Wu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, his heart beating like a drum. He ran to the stone table and sat down, pouring a cup of tea into his stomach.

He was so scared that he dared to fight immediately.

Ding Xiu waved to Bao Qiang, who was watching the fun: "Bao Qiang, come here and practice."

Wang Baoqiang shook his head and waved his hands: "Brother, I have been practicing martial arts for several years."

Are you kidding me? Wu Jing has learned a lesson from the past. Those heavy punches hit his ribs and lower abdomen, which made him feel pain just looking at them.

"Don't you want to learn my Kung Fu? You have fun playing with me and I'll teach you a few moves."

Without thinking, Wang Baoqiang stood up quickly: "Brother, how do you want to fight?"

"Wait." Ding Xiu turned around and went into the room. After ten minutes, he turned over a pair of boxing gloves and put them on. Then he threw the chest protector, vest and head protector to Wang Baoqiang: "Put them on."

Wang Baoqiang swallowed and put it on shakily. As expected, Ding Xiu's kung fu was not easy to learn.

But when I thought about being beaten, I could learn the martial arts I dreamed of, so I endured it.

Isn't it just a beating? After going home and lying down for two days, he becomes a good man again.

Ding Xiu thought of something and said again: "Wait a moment."

Entering the house again, Ding Xiu came out with two silk quilts in his hands.

"Wrap your legs."

Combining ancient martial arts with modern fighting, how could it not be possible without kicking? But most people can't bear his kicks. If they wrap their legs with a silk quilt, they should be able to take a few more blows.

Damn it, Wang Baoqiang was dumbfounded and was about to run away.

This is the rhythm to beat him to death.

"Baoqiang, let me help you." Wu Jing jumped out and hugged Wang Baoqiang's thigh, taking the silk quilt and wrapping it up.

"Brother, I just remembered that something happened in the company."

"You don't want to learn kung fu anymore?"

"No more studying."

"You're all here, let's have some fun, play two rounds before leaving."