Chapter 96 Lu Bu’s Reincarnation
Huang Julong’s face was serious, and Zhang Yuan gave a serious look.
You can tell at a glance that the other party is not joking while drunk.
"Brother Long." Zhang Yuan scratched his head. Fortunately, this is Zhejiang, not Kunshan, Jiangsu. There is no BUFF bonus when calling this name.
“Are you serious?”
"You don't dare, do you?" Huang Julong used an extremely low-level provoking method.
Zhang Yuan lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before slowly getting up.
Hu Jun beside him quickly grabbed his arm.
"Zhang Yuan, he is a real master, a martial arts idiot!"
Hu Jun's eyes were anxious, but others could say that he was no joke.
Yuan Bing and Zhao Jian are martial arts players with many tricks and looks good when fighting.
Jin Song, as well as Sun Jiaolong, who plays Wanyan Aguda in the play, is also the third child in "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom" in later generations. Both of them are good at Sanda and are practical combat types.
But Huang Julong combines these two categories.
He knows both showmanship and actual combat!
Furthermore, this person is a bodyguard and often engages in "actual combat", which is not the kind of actual combat under the rules in the ring.
"Zhang Yuan, don't be impulsive. You don't know, this man is great." Li Yu also advised.
Of course Zhang Yuan knew where Huang Julong came from.
And he also knew that the original intention of this man who was dedicated to martial arts was actually a TV series in his childhood.
"Chen Zhen".
It's not Jet Li, Qian Xiaohao, or Chen Zhen in Zhou Billy's version of "Fist of Heroes", although the fights in that version were really punchy and very classic.
What he was watching was the version of Liang Xiaolong, also known as "Fire Cloud Evil God".
Liang Xiaolong is his idol.
This man later became Liang Xiaolong’s disciple.
Zhang Yuanyan’s cheeks were red, and he obviously drank too much.
I guess it was because of the drinking that gave me courage.
"Brother Long, everyone on the crew has a job, so we can't get hurt, otherwise we won't be able to bear the delay in progress."
"It's just a competition, no harm to anyone." Huang Julong expressed his intention: "I watched 䱱I watched your footwork and you know how to use a stick."
"You have a sharp eye."
"Among the weapons, I am the worst at using sticks, so I want to see how you can use it. Moves. "
Oh... He uses short strikes to attack long, this one is quite a martial artist.
He is also eager to learn, and he is indeed a martial arts idiot.
“It’s okay to have knowledge, but it can’t be in vain.” Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes and suppressed the desire to pluck wool in the bottom of his heart.
"How to say?"
"What Kung Fu are you good at?"
"Hong Fist, Cai Li Fomen's single sword, plum blossom spear, nunchuck." Huang Julong reported immediately Got on a bunch, very confident.
"Let's compete. If I win, these good tricks of yours..."
"There is no way I can lose." Huang Julong shook his head slowly. He could roughly estimate how much Zhang Yuan weighed.
Just curious about the moves, if he really used his full strength, he was sure that he could seriously injure the opponent within half a minute.
"What if I win one and a half moves by luck?" Zhang Yuan began to lead the opponent to the path he designed.
“What do you want?”
"I have little knowledge and want to learn more real kung fu."
The two agreed that they should not hurt others and compete in a civilized manner.
This brings us to the center of the open space.
The movement between them attracted Zhou Xiaowen, not to mention other crew members.
“Oh, Zhang Yuan drank too much, or he was still floating!” Hu Jun couldn’t bear to look directly at him: “If you compete with a giant dragon, you won’t be beaten to shit.”
Zhou Xiaowen also sighed: "He deserves this disaster. It would be better if he loses. He can grow up by suffering a little loss."
Chen Hao and Jiang Xin on the side looked worried.
"Did Zhang Yuan get kicked in the head by a donkey?" Jiang Xin was as outspoken as ever.
Chen Hao slapped her on the forehead, and Jiang Xin shrank her neck: "Speak nicely."
"I'm usually very smart, but it seems I really can't drink. I drank stupidly." Chen Hao also curled his lips and blamed it. .
Since the competition is about stick skills, you must have a stick.
The props were put away early, so the Shaolin sticks used for filming could not be used.
Huang Julong performed a roundhouse kick, and a branch as thick as a sugar cane fell to the ground from the peach tree nearby.
Brush it a few times to remove excess branches and leaves, and it will become an irregular but decent wooden stick.
The onlookers on the side were all frightened.
This kick is going to be on the head, how can I make a few bowls of bloody tofu brain on the spot?
Zhang Yuan does not have this ability, and there is no need to show off in front of the masters.
"Brother Long, wait a moment." Zhang Yuan disappeared in a blink of an eye and did not come back for a long time.
"Isn't this guy going to run away from the battle?" Hu Jun held his forehead.
"What happened?" At this moment, the brothers Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing also came.
After hearing what several people said, Zhao Jian slapped his hands and scolded his mother.
"Zhang Yuan is also deceived by lard. Who is the dragon?"
"Can Zhang Yuan fight? He can't fight. He doesn't have the ability to know how to kill!"
"But I think he is quite confident..." Chen Hao frowned.
"Oh, thank God!" Zhao Jian made a Namaste salute with both hands.
"He has never participated in a one-on-one fight. How can you guarantee that he can win this crucial competition?"
"Be pragmatic!"
At this moment, Ma Yuke, who plays You Tanzhi, also chimed in. He follows Chen Hao every day, and Zhang Yuan, who has long been friends with Chen Hao, has become "unhappy": "Huang Julong has a reason to say that."
"What is my background, bodyguard?" !”
“Who is Zhang Yuan? Fight me.”
But Yuan Bing shook his head slightly, disagreeing with their point of view: "Zhang Yuan is smart and has many clever ideas."
"He can agree to the competition because he must think he has a chance of winning."
"I do. I think..." Yuan Bing pursed his lips: "The dragon may be in trouble."
After another while, Zhang Yuan returned, holding a waxy wooden stick in his hand.
Different from the one made by Huang Julong on the spot, the stick in his hand is called Di Liu Zhi in local dialect, and you can tell at a glance that it is machine-processed.
"Sorry for the long wait." Zhang Yuan smiled and apologized: "Brother Long, swords and guns have no eyesight. Besides, we are still using long blades. It is best to compete in a place where no one is around."
"If you want to watch, please watch from a distance. Don't come forward, you may be easily injured."
Everyone agreed and came down, while Zhang Yuan and Huang Julong paced to the distance.
Under the moonlight, the two of them took up their stances.
A layman cannot understand it, but Huang Julong understands it at a glance.
"I saw it right, this guy has good foundation, and he's not bad."
The night was like mercury flowing down the ground, a cool breeze blew by, Zhang Yuan attacked first! Just like in previous auditions, Zhang Yuan's steps were steady, and while pressing closely, he also left a way out for himself.
Advance can be used to attack, retreat can be defended.
Sweep, stir, cloud, frame, tease, the wooden stick danced like a tiger in his hand.
Huang Julong watched and nodded, while constantly parrying.
Whatever is lacking, make up for it. Among the Kung Fu he has learned, the stick technique is the least important, so he wants to find a set of essential martial arts.
But at the same time, even if he is the worst, his skills of more than ten years are still there, and he can still face Zhang Yuan's full attack with ease.
“Good stick technique, hard yet soft, offensive yet defensive.”
“The practical approach seems to have Shaolin roots.”
"Could he be a lay disciple?"
Bang, bang, bang... the sound of wooden sticks hitting each other was continuous and endless.
"It's almost done." Zhao Jian folded his arms and sighed: "The dragon was watching his moves and deliberately letting go. Now that Zhang Yuan has used up all his moves, it's time for him to take action."
Sure enough, before Zhao Jian finished speaking, Huang Julong quickly picked up his stick and thrust forward. Zhang Yuan immediately turned around to parry, but he didn't expect the other party to attack very quickly and grabbed the tip of his stick.
“It’s over.” Zhao Jian looked at Yuan Bing with a smile, but the other party remained silent.
The next second, changes occurred.
Huang Youlong actually let go of his arms as if he was electrocuted. His whole body was in a panic, and even his footwork was messed up.
“What’s going on!” Zhao Jian’s eyes widened.
Not only him, but other melon-eating people were also surprised.
More than that, Huang Julong was forced back by Zhang Yuan's stick technique and did not dare to parry.
Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, used deadly moves and kept attacking the opponent's head.
No one expected that this match, similar to the one played by the Chinese national team against Vietnam, would have a shocking reversal.
Of course, they don’t know that in the future, the Chinese team can really lose to Vietnam, and then lose to Myanmar, and then no one will lose.
Poof!
After dozens of moves, Huang Julong stumbled and fell to the ground.
Zhang Yuan immediately stopped his momentum, threw the wooden stick aside, and at the same time bent over with his fists clasped.
"Concession."
Silence is tonight's Peach Blossom Island.
Silence is the protective color of people who eat melons.
It wasn’t until Zhang Yuan returned to the crowd that the dozens of Lezi people present reacted.
Zhang Yuan... won?
Yuan Bing stretched out his hand toward Zhao Jianyi.
Zhao Jian first lifted up his shocked chin, then tremblingly took out a hundred yuan from his back pocket and patted it into the opponent's hand.
“Brother Bing.”
“Huh?”
"This is my monthly allowance." Zhao Jian said miserably.
“Who asked you to bet? I still don’t believe Zhang Yuan.” Yuan Bing happily put away the banknotes.
At this moment, Huang Julong swayed three times and walked back in vain. But before he reached the position, he suddenly turned around and held on to the nearby big tree...
Vomit !
Puked all over the floor.
"I understand. Zhang Yuan knew that the other party had drunk too much, so he agreed to the competition!" Zhao Jian slapped his forehead and gritted his teeth: "I'm so embarrassed!"
Yuan Bing didn't know what he would use. Although he guessed that Zhang Yuan, a robber boy, would not participate in a losing game.
"Yeah, Zhang Yuan wins!" Two girls, Chen Hao and Jiang Xin, stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, and hugged his arms.
"I also said you were kicked in the head by a donkey. It turns out you are so powerful." Jiang Xin said stupidly.
"Zhang Yuan is so handsome. I was stunned by his heroic figure playing stick in the moonlight just now." Chen Hao drank a little more today, and his cheeks were flushed.
So, did Zhang Yuan really win because his opponent was drunk?
The time goes back to three minutes ago.
Huang Julong grabbed the tip of Zhang Yuan's stick and thought it was time to end.
But at this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly spoke.
“Do you know where I got this stick?”
"Huh?"
"It was removed from the mop." Zhang Yuan said seriously, "Then where do you think I found the mop?"
Huang Julong's two words His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“I found it in a public toilet.”
Huang Julong:? ? ?
"I pulled the stick out of the mop and accidentally pushed it too hard and the stick hit the hole." After saying that, Zhang Yuan lowered his head and looked at where Huang Julong was holding it.
Huang Julong also lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
The atmosphere solidified.
A drop of oily sweat slowly slipped from Brother Long's forehead. He looked at his hands and then at Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan nodded slightly: "That's where you hold it."
bass!
Huang Julong’s hands have never been so fast in his life!
I shivered and retracted my palm, only to feel that my palm was wet.
Zhang Yuan naturally would not let go of the opponent's stunned skills, and immediately stepped forward with his stick.
Why did everyone see Zhang Yuan’s deadly moves, all attacking his head?
In fact, he was not attacking the head, but poking Brother Long's mouth with the tip of the stick.
That's it, he didn't forget to block both ends.
"Brother Long, we agreed not to hurt anyone."
"I was injured and couldn't film. Director Zhou and Director Zhang couldn't explain it."
He was really afraid that the other party would violently kill someone.
As the saying goes, once you make great efforts, you will be exhausted again and again.
Faced with this "dirty stick", Brother Long had no choice but to hide, so he had no intention of competing.
As the saying goes, the mop is stained with shit, Lu Bu is still alive.
Huang Julong was in a state of confusion. When his mind was confused, his feet became confused. Coupled with the alcohol, he stumbled with his left foot and his right foot...
He vomited. On the one hand, he drank too much wine. , on the other hand, is just disgusting.
In fact, Zhang Yuan lied to him.
This stick is removed from the mop, and it is quite clean.
But he specially rinsed it under the tap and stirred it in the mud on the roadside a few times to make it look dirty.
Add your own "talk therapy" and make the other party believe you.
Why did you excuse yourself to go further away during the competition? It was just to prevent others from hearing the conversation between the two.
No matter how you say it, in the eyes of others, he just wins.
I can’t compete with others.
You can’t use your brain.
Huang Julong held the tree and vomited several times before he straightened up.
As soon as he looked up, Zhang Yuan's handsome smiling face appeared in front of him...
(End of this chapter)