Chapter 15 Malatang, seven times
“If you want to go left, go right first, use your waist hard!”
"Crack!"
“As your hands follow, so must your eyes.”
"Step up, pull away, step, and meditate."
"Breathe, shut up, stand tall, show up!"
In the world of Nuo tools, Qin Chuan turned into a six or seven-year-old child, wearing white short-sleeves, sports pants, and cloth shoes, practicing martial arts in the yard.
Next to him was a troupe master smoking a cigarette, guiding him step by step, and giving him a slap in the face when his movements were irregular.
Tear off the legs, wrest the waist, and hold the cauldron. These three axes are the basic skills of the martial arts industry.
With your legs torn apart, you can take a step forward. You will be as stable as a mountain, and your legs will not be weak and your feet will not float.
If you bend over the waist, even if you don't hit the hard zombie when you encounter death or fainting, you can bend your waist as much as possible without losing sight of it being a soft zombie. It will always look better than sitting down.
Hold a big cauldron and exercise the strength of your arms. Over time, your shoulders will become wider and your strength will grow. You will be able to hold up a python robe and hold a big gun.
In the world of Nuo tools, Qin Chuan practiced with his master for ten hours every day. He started practicing leg tearing, waist pulling, and holding a cauldron. After a period of time, the difficulty escalated, including flying kicks, somersaults, and boxing exercises.
The standard for flying kicks is to go over the head, land lightly and silently, and be considered qualified if you can jump three tables in a row.
Somersaults are divided into long flips and short flips. The long flip takes a tiger jump to run up, and the hands are on the ground to turn over the door.
The short flip over the door on the spot does not require a run-up, but requires flipping out of the bridge hole, which requires a basic waist and a lot of effort.
There are not many boxing techniques, just a few basic ones, such as Five Elements Boxing and Changquan, which involve a lot of flying movements, leg techniques, and body techniques, mainly focusing on body training.
Day after day, year after year.
In the world of Nuo tools, Qin Chuan spent three years and became a half-teen-year-old boy. His height increased dramatically, his physical strength also increased greatly, his body doubled, and his kung fu became more and more skilled.
Among his peers, he is the best and has become a veritable senior brother.
The head teacher also intends to train him as his successor.
On this day, the old master called him into the courtyard, closed the door and prepared to teach him how to sing.
Before the old master could speak, Qin Chuan woke up from his dream, took off the instrument, stood up and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Martial drama requires no less energy than complex literary drama with characters."
"It feels like it's been guided a few more times."
This time it only covers the three years of Zhou Haopeng's childhood. There are no characters or twists and turns, it's just about practicing martial arts.
The body is mechanically practiced day after day.
"I hope the hard work is not in vain."
Kicking off the quilt, Qin Chuan lay flat on the bed, put his hands on his waist, raised his legs sharply and hooked them back, while exerting force on his waist and abdomen.
"Crack."
Standard carp fight.
There was no fight.
The carp bounced halfway and fell again.
"Sora has some training experience, but his physical fitness has not kept up, and he has no muscle memory."
"You need to practice again."
Qin Chuan was not surprised by this result.
Martial arts is different from literary drama. The waiter in the shop or the lovelorn man who tried it before were all based on experiencing emotions.
After experiencing that emotion again, you can reproduce it in reality according to the memory. You will feel sad when you should be sad, and cry when you should cry.
Martial arts drama is different, the specific expression is in physical actions.
Even in the dream, he had practiced it thousands of times, doing all kinds of kite flips, carp jumping upright, and flying around the table very smoothly.
In reality, he couldn't copy those difficult moves without having practiced for a day.
It's just a matter of experience.
Take a simple split as an example. As long as he dares to do it now, his ligaments will be torn immediately.
However, Qin Chuan was not discouraged. Since it was expected, he had already made up his mind. He was not short of time and was not afraid of hardship.
The fear is that there is no way to learn and I don’t know where to start.
The next day, five o'clock in the morning.
Qin Chuan had just woken up when his roommate Zhou Haopeng came back.
He came back holding on to the wall. "No, no, no, I have to ask for leave today. I can't go."
"Brother Peng, what's wrong?"
"A bowl of Malatang, seven times." Zhou Haopeng said exhaustedly: "I originally planned to come back to work, but my legs were shaking just after I went upstairs. I can't go to the set today. I will call to ask for leave later."
Qin Chuan admired him. He had been practicing waist wrestling since he was a child, and he put all his effort into this.
"It's really six."
"hey-hey."
After briefly washing up, Qin Chuan went out.
Today he did not wait for the crew's bus, but chose to run to the crew. It was more than ten minutes' drive, not too far.
It’s only half an hour’s running.
He was energetic in the morning, his body function was stronger, and he was young, so Qin Chuan didn't feel tired.
When we arrived at the set, there were only scattered extras.
Qin Chuan found an open place to practice.
Lifting the legs high, stretching, trying waist pulls, somersaults, it was a little difficult at first, but after a few times I became familiar with it, and gradually it became a bit like a dream.
In the open space, Qin Chuan had a great time playing, and the more he practiced, the more comfortable he became.
After completing a set of procedures, I was sweating profusely.
After all, I have been practicing in the dream for three years. I have a lot of experience. What I lack is practice and muscle reaction. Once I get started, I absorb it very quickly.
Deputy Director Wang who was passing by saw this and asked, "Do you know how to kung fu?"
Qin Chuan wiped his sweat and said: "I have been used to it since I was a child, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice it for a day."
"Sure, you." Deputy Director Wang looked Qin Chuan up and down: "Zhou Haopeng is on leave today, and Wu is a little busy here. Do you want to come and give it a try?"
Qin Chuan was shocked. If he remembered correctly, Zhou Haopeng's job was two hundred yuan a day, and he was a substitute for the main characters.
"Thank you, Director Wang, for giving me the opportunity. I'm very happy."
"Follow me."
The assistant director took Qin Chuan alone to the entrance of a palace. There were already more than a dozen people gathered here, all of them were from the training family.
"Old Zhao, I'd like to give you a gift for you. The new actor is a member of the group. He has been practicing since he was a child. He is good at both civil and military skills. He is also handsome."
"You haven't chosen You Tanzhi's substitute yet. Look at him. He looks exactly the same. He can be on the field after just training."
The assistant director described Lao Zhao as a middle-aged man, over 1.8 meters tall, with short hair, slightly chubby, but he looked very strong.
Qin Chuan has met him. Zhao Jian is not only the martial arts instructor of the crew, but also one of the assistant directors. He has great power. He directs and shoots all the martial arts scenes of the crew.
"Hello, Director Zhao, my name is Qin Chuan. I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness. If you need anything, please feel free to arrange it."
Qin Chuan is not Xiaobai, the first brother. He knows what the director likes to hear.
I'm new here, please give me some advice, not for money, just want to learn. These words are not what the leader wants to hear.
Martial arts is very hard, ten times more tiring than literary opera, and there are many dangerous moves. Beatings and injuries are common, and some people lose their lives or become permanently disabled.
Most people cannot bear this hardship.
Not afraid of hardship or tiredness, this is what leaders want to hear.
Zhao Jian didn't listen to Qin Chuan's bragging. He was a martial artist. When he first came here, everyone was not afraid of hardship. There were many who ran away after a while.
"What kind of kung fu did you learn before? Which sect?"
Martial arts has a heritage and cannot be mastered by just practicing blindly.
Baji, Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, Wing Chun, Hong Quan, Stab Kick, Swordsmanship, and Spearmanship. If you learn one skill, you will have a master.
Even if you learned it in a sports school, your teacher has learned from you.
The skills learned are different, and the emphasis is different. As the old saying goes, it's all about boxing and kicking.
The direction of mastery is different, and the martial arts instructor can arrange specific tasks for you. For example, Qiao Feng's martial arts requires someone with better palm skills, and Duan Yu's martial arts requires someone with better body skills.
"I'm a martial artist who practices Peking Opera."
Qin Chuan opened his mouth and came.
I practiced for three years in the dream, but one hour in reality.
After three years and one hour in total, who dares to say that he is not a martial arts student.
(End of chapter)