Chapter 1783

Zhenghe martial arts school.

The door plaque was dilapidated, and the two wooden doors looked in disrepair.

The yard was not small, and there was a sound of exhaling.

It is the students who are practicing boxing.

"Although this martial arts school is not very impressive, it has been passed down for three generations in Chinatown. People who really want to practice boxing know this place."

Tong Jiaxin wrinkled his nose and walked inside with a show off face.

"Uncle Qin, uncle Qin, I've brought you some money."

“……” Li Zitao followed up and soon saw the master of the martial arts school.

Grey long coat, lantern pants, a pair of cloth shoes, white socks wrapped in the pants.

His eyes are bright, his hands are calluses, his face is old and ruddy, and he has a goatee.

It's a little bit of the fairy tale in the novel.

"Master of the Qin Museum." Li Zitao learned from the story of holding fist.

"Don't make a fool of yourself, you girl."

The master of the Qin school first reprimanded Tong Jiaxin with a straight face. Then he said with a smile, "Sir, you are welcome. Do you want to learn boxing or do you want to learn boxing?"

"I'm looking for someone." The other side is straight to the point, and Li Zitao doesn't hide it.

After explaining his intention, the owner of the Qin school was obviously surprised and pondered: "this is, martial arts are not operas, and how can they be performed on the stage?"

"It's not the stage, it's filmed and played in the cinema. If the reaction is good, it will be shown on TV many times in the future.

Chinese art has been famous in the world more than a hundred years ago, and the times have changed. However, no one knows about it today. It is just the fancy of rural rumors. "

"It's a good opportunity to carry forward the national art of Qin." What Li Zitao is afraid of is this kind of family view and conservative thought.

Why later generations created criticism of Chinese martial arts and reduced it to a joke of Chinese people's self mockery has something to do with self complacency.

In fact, master Qin was already excited, but he was afraid that the old die hards in the house would cry, make two troubles and hang himself.

Don't think they can't do it. How can he deal with himself.

Seeing his indecision, Li Zitao said, "let's see if there is a qualified candidate first."

Master Qin also responded, yes!

The candidate has not been decided yet. People may not be able to look up to his apprentices. It's unnecessary to think so far away.

"Well, I don't know what to call you, sir?"

"Li Tao."

"Mr. Li." Master Qin said politely, and then he called out to the students in the yard, "stop."

Students immediately stop, a pair of big eyes curiously looking at Li Zitao in suit and leather shoes.

"This is Mr. Li. Let's pick someone up Well, that. " Master Qin looked at him and whispered, "Mr. Li, do you have any rigid requirements?"

Li Zitao thought for a moment, took off his suit and gave it to the quiet Tong Jiayao: "hold it for me, thank you."

He rolled up his sleeves and came to the stake. Li Zitao looked at master Qin and said, "I'll do some moves. Master Qin, who can meet the standard? Let them have a try."

"Good." Master Qin feels strange. Is this also a martial arts learner.

But look at his action, posture are not like ah!

Li Zitao looked at the distance and stopped three steps away from the stake, with his right foot in front and his left foot in the back.

Feet tilt 45 degrees, hands up virtual swing, the same before and after.

This strange posture makes master Qin frown. He really can't see the source of each other.

Li Zitao is also not sure. He just learns and sells according to the pictures in the film.

"Be beaten!" Step forward sliding moment, twist waist to lift leg, left foot straight to the stake.

Bang!

The stake broke into two pieces from the middle, and the top half flew straight out and smashed into the brick wall.

Li Zitao kept his side kick and watched the collapsed wall covered with black lines.

Sleeping trough!

It's just an imitation. The stake is too weak.

And the wall Bean curd residue project?

"You're here to smash." Master Qin's face is calm, full of haze staring at him and says in a deep voice.

"That, master Qin, this is me!" Li Zitao put down his legs and wanted to explain.

"Take your time, no delivery." Master Qin waved his hand and turned indifferently.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to listen to his explanation, Li Zitao cried and laughed repeatedly, and asked Wang Kui to leave 500 US dollars as compensation. The party left quickly.

"Hoo ~"

when he couldn't hear the footsteps, master Qin's upright waist bent slightly, patted his chest and dreamily said: "fortunately, I'm quick enough, or I'll lose my face today."

He kicked off the wooden pile of practicing martial arts and knocked down the wall with his strength.

If he has this kind of strength under his hand, can he still safely hide in Chinatown to teach boxing?

"Monster!"

Murmuring softly, master Qin put away the beautiful knife on the table and scolded the students with a straight face: "what are you doing? Don't clean up quickly."The students looked at each other, but still bowed their heads and said, "yes, master."

So, what is the purpose of that person???

……

"Did you mean it?" Leaving the martial arts school, Tong Jiayao looks at Li Zitao with a soft smile.

"I didn't mean to. I just wanted to show him the action in the film At the most, I forget to restrain my strength. I am a man of great strength. "

"So do you need a character like that?" Tong Jiayao asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, you have the right person?" A glimmer of hope rose from Li Zitao's eyes.

Tong Jiayao side head soft smile, way: "yes, is not in front of you?"

“？？？”

If Tong Jiayao didn't remind Charlie Lee to become Bruce Lee, he would never have thought of it.

"You are a Chinese, and you know the positioning and action of the role. You have a good image. There is also that kind of strange Strength, why not? "

Tong Jiayao's words are reasonable, as if the character was tailor-made for him from the beginning.

"I think so." Wang Kui knows the strength of the boss. He has been trampled by the other side these years.

Moreover, that face is obviously less than the movie, even more handsome than them.

To tell you the truth, if the boss had chosen to develop in the film and television industry, he would have been a film emperor for several times.

"Well, I have to think about it." Li Zitao is a bit moved, but he is not very adaptable.

He used to be the backstage gangster. Suddenly, he had to change his identity and stand in front of the stage. He was criticized by others. Just thinking about it, he felt very strange.

What's more, he doesn't know any national skills.

All I learned was "killing" and some boxing skills.

If there is no real Bruce, Jeet kune do will be finished.

It is said that Jeet kune do is based on Wing Chun, boxing and fencing, combining the strengths of many schools.

He knows a little about boxing and fencing, but Yongchun and the strong points of each family are trying to make me fat tiger on purpose?

"Sister, roast chicken!" Tong Jiaxin holds her sister, pointing to the chicken shop in front of her and swallowing.

"Don't make a fuss. I haven't earned enough food for next month." Tongjiayao whispered.

Their two sisters are now self-sufficient and roast chicken. They buy them every six months to relieve their hunger. It's a good day.

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