From collapsed house idol to entertainment superstar

7 o'clock in the morning.

Ding Zhi suddenly opened his eyes.

He blinked his eyes and looked at the lines on the ceiling. His somewhat out-of-focus eyes slowly came back to reality.

Until Ding Zhi's eyes returned to clarity, there was no trace of the confusion that he should have had when he just woke up.

That's right, after a long time, he once again had a script experience in the dream space.

And this time the script he loaded was "The End of the Grandmaster".

In this dream, his name was unusually not Ding Zhi, but Cheng Yanhua.

Cheng Yanhua was very fond of practicing martial arts when he was young, and he was especially good at wrestling.

And because he ran an optical shop in the capital, he was called "Optical Cheng" by people in the world.

When he was twenty-eight years old, he began to look for famous teachers and became a disciple of Dong Haichuan, the master of Bagua Kai sect, and became the first generation disciple of Bagua Quan.

Because he had some foundation in Chinese martial arts, Cheng Yanhua quickly became one of the most outstanding disciples of Grandmaster Dong Haichuan.

In the following ten years, on the premise of mastering Bagua Quan, he also integrated the wrestling skills he learned since childhood into Bagua Quan, and then continued to enrich and improve it based on his own practice and insights, gradually forming a unique style of process.

Send Baguazhang.

Later, he established a school to teach martial arts, spread the branches and leaves of Bagua Quan, and eventually became a great master.

More than ten years passed like this.

It coincided with the Eight-Power Allied Forces' invasion of China, the fall of Tianjin, Cixi's flight to the west, and chaos in the capital.

Then the coalition forces entered Beijing and burned, killed, and looted in the capital, committing all kinds of evil.

One day, when several foreign soldiers were robbing women on the street, no one around the people dared to take care of them, but Cheng Yanhua saw them. He was an expert and bold man, so he naturally stepped forward to stop them.

How could these foreign gentlemen have expected that while they were having fun, there would be a wizened old man looking for death.

So they immediately surrounded Cheng Yanhua, planning to torture the ignorant old man first and then stab him to death with bayonets.

In this desolate and backward land, they who claim to be the spreaders of civilization feel that they have the right to play some small games that are beneficial to physical and mental health.

That’s what they think, and often that’s what they do.

However, Cheng Yanhua's feet were like grease and his hands were like millstones. His Baguazhang moved around and around, surrounded by foreign soldiers holding sharp weapons and blades, leaving no blind spots and spinning at the first touch.

That seemingly light and shriveled fist actually killed dozens of foreign soldiers on the spot in just a few blows.

After Cheng Tinghua escorted the woman home, he returned to the optical shop and hurriedly prepared to pack up his belongings and flee.

But not long after, because someone secretly reported the news, the troops of the Eight-Power Allied Forces quickly chased Cheng Tinghua at the door of Cheng Tinghua's optical shop before he could leave the city.

This time they came with more people, and they also brought long guns and short cannons.

When Cheng Yanhua was deeply surrounded by the enemy and was about to resort to his old tricks to break out, the foreign soldiers, who were facing a formidable enemy, did not underestimate the enemy in the slightest.

You must know that when they advanced all the way to the capital of the Qing Dynasty, the number of people who died during the march was not as many as the foreign soldiers who were killed by Cheng Yanhua with his bare hands just now.

For a moment, you don't know whether to praise Cheng Yanhua for his unparalleled martial arts or to scold the Manchu and Qing army for being useless snacks.

Then there was the continuous sound of pulling the bolt and the sound of gunshots.

After all, it’s hard for gods to hide away.

A generation of martial arts master died under the guns of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces.

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Ding Zhi stood up and got out of bed, paused, and suddenly moved his right foot to the inside of his left foot. At the moment when his knees rubbed against his shins, his body quickly turned to the left at an angle with the sole of his left foot as the center of the circle...

When he came back to his senses, each step showed a strange and harmonious arc.

If there are knowledgeable people, they can probably tell at a glance that although the kick is a little slow, it is still a standard swing step.

Just as the "Three Body Styles" are to Xingyi Quan and the "Cloud Hands" are to Tai Chi, the "Swing Step" is the most iconic move of Bagua Quan.

"Master Bagua...sigh."

Ding Zhi lowered his head and muttered a few words, but for the rare moment, he did not package and classify this dream script experience and throw it into a corner of his mind, but quietly savored it.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted Ding Zhi's thoughts.

Ding Zhi scratched his forehead, a little confused. How could someone come so early in the morning?

When he opened the door and took a look, he saw a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes staring at him with blinking eyes.

Miss Zou, whose forehead was just at the height of Ding Zhi's chin, was standing in front of him pretty.

Ding Zhi glanced back and paused at the suitcase behind Zou Yutong. His eyes were full of surprise, and then a smile slowly overflowed unconsciously.

"Why are you here at this time? Are you already busy with work?"

You know, when Ms. Zou and Ding Zhi had a video chat yesterday, she was still in Hunan Province because she had to make an announcement.

Who could have expected that just one night later, she would suddenly run back to Kyoto from Hunan Province.

"surprise!"

Seeing Ding Zhi's astonished look, Miss Zou had a complacent look on her face and said, "Look, I'm so awesome!" She almost crossed her arms.

"What! Why are you standing at the door stupidly? You won't let me in? Is it possible..."

Zou Yutong looked at Ding Zhi's dazed look and rolled his eyes cutely.

As he spoke, he put his hands on Ding Zhi's chest muscles and pushed him into the door.

"Is it possible that you are hiding your love in the golden house? No! I want to make a surprise inspection!"

As she said this, Miss Zou seemed to realize that what she said was just like checking her bed, and she changed her words as if unintentionally.

"No! I want to check the post!"

"Let me have a good time!"

Miss Zou had been on a red-eye flight all night, but she still looked energetic, pretending to look left and right in Ding Zhi's room.

"Is there a woman hiding here? Hey!"

Miss Zou was in Ding Zhi's room, and she suddenly lifted his quilt, feeling the remaining body temperature in the quilt. She didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Hey! No!"

“There’s no toilet either!”

Suddenly, Zou Yutong noticed a quilt piled on the sofa in the living room.

"That should be right here!"

Ding Zhi looked at Miss Zou playing with a helpless smile, but when he saw her looking towards the sofa, he suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey! Don't catch me yet!"

Naturally, Miss Zou did not let go of Ding Zhi's slight expression.

With lightning speed, he jumped to the side of the sofa, looking at Ding Zhi with a half-smile.

Of course Zou Yutong was just joking.

As we all know, many young people who live alone will have a magical chair in their apartment. As long as it is left for a long time, it will inexplicably start to "grow" clothes.

Any dirty clothes or pants that are too lazy to be washed will be piled there, and when they are almost collected, they will be stuffed into the washing machine at once.

When Zou Yutong came to Ding Zhi's house before, Ding Zhi would usually tidy up the house in advance so that she could not find any faults.

She ran over as soon as she got off the plane. The most important reason was that she missed her boyfriend after not seeing him for many days.

Another somewhat naughty reason may not be that I want to see what Ding Zhi is like in "real life".

She guessed that the sofa might be the "magic chair" in Ding Zhi's house. It was probably that a guest came to visit and they quickly covered it with a quilt.

"Let me guess!"

Zou Yutong twisted the corner of the quilt, "If I lift the quilt now!"

As he said this, he lifted up the quilt with a "Hoo!"

"I will see a pair of legs..."

"A pair of legs..."

"Legs..."

"leg……"

Zou Yutong's mischievous tone suddenly stopped.

However, the entire space seemed to be echoing the last few words of her sentence.

Because, at this moment, after she lifted the quilt, she really saw a pair of legs...

I don't know if it was because of the sudden cold air, but they were tangled together awkwardly. The toes were curled up coquettishly, and then they were bent together at home, as if they were trying to carve out a two-bedroom and one-living house in the void.

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