This actor needs more money

Ding Xiu's worries are not unreasonable. This is a kung fu movie. Among the actors in the entire crew who have fighting scenes, Bai Bin is the one with the least martial arts background.

Everyone else has been in martial arts for many years, and even Wang Baoqiang came from the Shaolin Temple. Although there have been fewer kung fu movies in recent years, the foundation is still there.

"I have learned two sets of swordsmanship before filming." After Bai Bin finished speaking, he added: "But I'm not very skilled at it. I haven't practiced it for a while."

She has filmed a lot of costume dramas, and she is still good at swordsmanship, but as I said just now, she is not proficient.

Plus I haven’t practiced for a long time, so it’s hard to say how much effort I have left.

Ding Xiu frowned and said to Yuan Bing: "Her sword skills should be as concise as possible. Bao Qiang and Hong Ye's sword skills can be more difficult, and the main ones are fierce and sharp."

The actor who plays Hong Ye is Fan Shaohuang, who is also at this table, but he doesn't recognize him and can only tell him the character's name.

Yuan Bing nodded: "I think so too."

There's no way around it. What's important for filming here in Hong Kong is speed. How can I give you a few months to practice kung fu? You can train for seven or eight days. You can learn as much as you can. If it doesn't work, I'll take my place.

But it’s impossible to always use a stand-in.

Without him, the scenes shot by the stuntman would not look good.

It’s not that the movements are not good-looking, the stuntmen are all professional and the movements are not bad at all.

The bad thing is the lens.

The stand-in cannot show his face, otherwise he will be betrayed, so when filming a stand-in scene, it is either a shot on the back or a long shot.

The most exciting angle of the martial arts scene is exactly the front of the character, at most 45 or more sideways.

There were too many stand-ins, and the whole screen showed the buttocks facing the audience, which was a bit weird.

It is impossible to train Bai Bin into a professional martial arts actor in such a short time, so simplifying her sword skills is the most direct way.

"Brother Xiu, I don't think you need to simplify it. Just do it how you want to do it. I can learn it. Please give me a chance."

Bai Bin was anxious. Less action meant less shots, and she didn't want to.

It's rare to work with so many big names. Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang are both famous actors. She hopes to have more roles so that more audiences can see her.

It’s no different now than it used to be. In the past, there were more resources, and some of them were for filming.

Now her status in the company is not that high. After getting married, the company's senior management is not willing to spend energy on her.

This opportunity was won with great difficulty by using old favors. If there were no more scenes, the favors would be in vain.

Ding Xiu glanced at Yuan Bing and saw that he had no expression, so he said to Bai Bin: "I looked at the shooting schedule and there is not much time left for you to study. It will only take six or seven days to fully plan."

"My training is relatively intense and the time will be tight. Can you bear it?"

Bai Bin's character is Shan Ying, who is Xia Houwu's junior sister. Her role is second only to the female lead, half of which are martial arts scenes.

This is a vase character. Her existence is to let Feng Yuxiu kill and then arouse Xiahou Wu's anger.

To be honest, it's okay if Bai Bin has fewer martial arts scenes, and it won't affect the overall plot.

In order to shoot smoothly, Ding Xiu subjectively suggested simplifying her movements.

"I can do it, please believe me." Bai Bin nodded firmly.

She has been out and about for so many years, and she has never suffered anything. Training for martial arts scenes is considered the easiest.

Ding Xiu and Yuan Bing looked at each other and said, "Okay then, let's try it for two days first, and if it doesn't work, we'll talk about it later."

He didn't have much idea about Bai Bin's arrangement. If it worked, it would be fine. If it didn't, he would reduce his movements. It was as simple as that.

…

The next day, one person's martial arts training began.

In a venue, actors were distributed in twos and threes in different corners, and Wu Xing taught them martial arts moves.

After practicing and getting familiar with it, I found an actor who had a rival role, and the two sides started to use tricks together.

The busiest person is Wang Baoqiang, who is fighting the Southern Boxing King, the North Leg King, and the Sword King.

Only he didn’t fight Ding Xiu.

After knowing each other for so many years, he knew Ding Xiu's strength. If he wielded a knife and slashed at Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu would be fine.

In addition, the two of them have been training for so long, and they already have a tacit understanding, so they can just jump in when the time comes.

Ding Xiu's martial arts scenes were mainly with Wang Baoqiang. If Baoqiang didn't spar with him, he would be happy and relaxed.

Holding a tea cup, he patrols the field. If he sees someone whose movements are not standard, he will step forward to give some advice, or discuss moves with Yuan Bing.

The rest of the time was spent with Bai Bin.

Bai Bin is a novice in martial arts, his swordsmanship is a mess, his footwork and bodywork are all wrong.

"Hands lower, don't be too stiff, relax."

"Spread your thighs apart, bend over, and raise your butt."

"The one-word horse here is raised too high and the center of gravity is behind. Yes, that's it."

"Hold your sword, stand up, don't shake it, and move faster. I'll show you again. Follow me."

Ding Xiu held a wooden sword in his hand and taught Bai Bin almost step by step.

I didn't know how she had the nerve to say that she had learned two sets of swordsmanship. Her movements made the dogs shake their heads, so loosely.

On the first day of training, Ding Xiu spent most of his time with Bai Bin.

The next day, training continued.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Bai Bin came to practice early. She continued practicing after lunch without taking a lunch break. She was supposed to finish work at five o'clock in the afternoon, but she insisted on practicing until eight o'clock.

On the third day, my calves began to tremble, and the hand holding the sword trembled.

"Balance work and rest, don't work too hard." Standing behind Bai Bin, Ding Xiu patted her shoulder gently: "Go back to a foot massage parlor every day for a massage. It will be better if you take a hot bath before going to bed."

Yesterday, Yuan Bing took him to a restaurant. Not to mention, the technique was very good and the technique was Thai style. One set can relax the muscles and activate the bones, which is very comfortable.

Bai Bin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiu, I understand."

"Let's take a rest first. If you don't understand anything, come back to me."

After saying that, Ding Xiu left with his hands behind his back and came to the center of the field.

At this time, Wang Baoqiang was fencing with Fan Shaohuang.

Both of them had martial arts skills before. Fan Shaohuang has been in the industry for many years and has made many martial arts movies, so his foundation is deeper than Wang Baoqiang.

But Bao Qiang won because he was willing to study hard. After a few days, he was able to compete with Fan Shaohuang, but he still didn't dare to fight at normal speed.

The two of them were using normal speed at this time, and they looked dazzled.

Yuan Bing stood aside with his hands folded and just watched. Through the actions of the two of them, he thought about where he needed to improve.

It is true that the moves were rehearsed by their martial arts practitioners in advance, but the height, body shape, strength and speed of the martial arts practitioners who were rehearsed were different from those of Wang Baoqiang and Fan Shaohuang.

When it comes time to actually shoot, you still have to adjust.

"Xiuzai, what do you think?"

Yuan Bing asked as he spotted Ding Xiu approaching from the corner of his eye.

Ding Xiu touched his chin, thought for a few seconds and said, "He is handsome, but not impressive enough!"

"This is not a big deal. Do you know how much time I spent on research?"

For the fight between the two of them, many sets of swordsmanship were dismantled, and a lot of moves were also changed in the past few days.

As far as the results presented so far, no one would say it's cool after looking at it.

"This has nothing to do with spending time. Hong Ye's swordsmanship is cool and Feng Yuxiu's fierce. Both of them are handsome, but Feng Yuxiu shouldn't be just handsome. His ruthlessness and madness are not shown at all."

Yuan Bing made a gesture of invitation: "Come on, come on, tell me how else to change it?"

The business of martial arts instruction is very simple. If you don't agree with me, I can do it. You just need to do better moves than me.

If Ding Xiu says it's not good enough, let him come up with something better.

Otherwise, it is just talk without substantive suggestions, then anyone will say it.

Ding Xiu glanced around and walked towards the corner where the plastic paper boxes were stacked.

That is the prop box, where I get the prop swords every day.

Seeing Ding Xiu's actions, Wang Baoqiang and Fan Shaohuang stopped their tricks and waited quietly for the follow-up.

I thought Ding Xiu was bringing something, but when he came back, he just had a utility knife in his hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Yuan Bing's eyes widened: "You just want this?"

The corner of Ding Xiu's lips curled up: "How else would it be possible to express condolence?"

Ding Xiu pushed out half of the blade and said to Fan Shaohuang: "Come on, King Li, let's do it again, and you can use Hong Ye's moves."

Over the past few days, he and Fan Shaohuang have gradually become familiar with each other, and they even looked at each other's information.

I accidentally found a movie called King of Power. He watched it last night. It was well shot and very violent. He liked it very much.

In the film, Fan Shaohuang plays King Li, who is very awesome. If someone picks his hand tendon, he can pull it out, tie it in a knot, and stuff it back in to continue fighting with others.

Fan Shaohuang's mouth twitched.

The king of divine power.

That was a movie from many years ago.

Is there anyone who gives people nicknames like this? If the person in front of him hadn't been Ding Xiu, he would have been beaten.

"Brother Xiu, are you sure?"

Fan Shaohuang was a little worried. The sword in his hand was one meter long, and the utility knife in Ding Xiu's hand was about twenty centimeters.

The gap is a bit big.

I was really afraid that Ding Xiu would be chipped away with two sword strikes.

"Are you still afraid of hurting me?" Ding Xiu laughed.

Having said that, Fan Shaohuang no longer tried to persuade him: "Okay, let's finish the order."

Wang Baoqiang excitedly took a mobile phone and prepared to record and study.

Ding Xiu is now replacing Feng Yuxiu, and he will still have to learn from him later.

"Wait a minute." Ding Xiu said to King Li who had already made his sword stance.

Fan Shaohuang was confused and thought Ding Xiu had changed his mind.

"You use the long stick and we simulate the second half of the showdown."

Feng Yuxiu and Hong Ye fought. The two used swords in the early stage. Later, Hong Ye lost and the sword was knocked away, so they used long sticks to suppress Feng Yuxiu.

Ding Xiu didn't think there was any problem in the first half of the duel, but he was not satisfied with the long sword versus the long stick.

Feng Yuxiu's evil nature was not shown at all.

Fan Shaohuang smiled. He knew that Ding Xiu was very powerful and crazy, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy.

Utility knife vs. long stick, luckily he could figure it out.

This is so outrageous.

Even if Tyson fought with a long stick with a utility knife, he would have to take a few sticks before he could get close.

If you encounter someone who is a little skilled at playing with a stick, you can't get close at all. The stick can not only be used to sweep and chop, but also to stab.

The feeling of being stabbed in the stomach with a stick is not pleasant. If it is stabbed in the eyeballs, throat, ribs, etc., the combat effectiveness will be lost in minutes.

"Okay, okay."

Fan Shaohuang didn't want to say anything anymore. Today, even if Jesus comes, he will be beaten with two sticks.

At this time, Yuan Bing also felt that Ding Xiu was a bit too much, and Bao Qiang was the only one who was excited and stared at Ding Xiu with his eyes wide open.

Holding a utility knife in his hand, Ding Xiu took the lead and struck towards Fan Shaohuang's left side quickly.

Even though Fan Shaohuang was a fool, he knew not to let Ding Xiu get close to him, so he used his long stick to perform a sweeping and slashing combo.

The first stick was swiped at Ding Xiu's head. Ding Xiu bent down to avoid it, and then quickly stepped forward. After taking only two steps, the stick came back and swept towards his chassis.

"boom!"

The stick fell and hit the ground.

Ding Xiu raised his legs and did a backflip while standing on the ground. The moment he left, two more sticks landed on the place where he had just stood.

"This is a prediction." Fan Shaohuang's eyelids jumped wildly.

He had long heard that Ding Xiu could fight, and he had even seen Ding Xiu beat Zhao Wenzhuo with his own eyes, but he never expected that he could hit him so outrageously.

What the hell, there was such a big man standing in front of him, and he was holding such a big stick, but he just didn't hit him.

Now, he is very angry.

He didn't hold back anymore and stabbed Ding Xiu in the stomach with a stick.

Ding Xiu didn't panic at all. After taking a lunge, he raised his leg and swept the stick away, flicking away Fan Shaohuang's long stick, then turned around and stepped forward with his sword.

Fan Shaohuang obviously has a long stick background and has practiced it.

While his body retreated, he retracted the long stick, wandered out of the sea, and pointed at Ding Xiu's chest again.

At this time, what he was scolding in his heart was to let you show off.

"Uh-huh!"

The stick caused a gust of wind, and the hearts of those watching were lifted up.

Ding Xiu didn't move too much, he just turned sideways to avoid the stick, clamped the stick with his right arm, turned around, switched to his left arm to clamp it, and leaned forward while constantly switching.

This move is called hitting the snake with a stick.

As Ding Xiu's poisonous tongue spread upwards, Fan Shaohuang kept retreating.

But his stick was clamped tightly under Ding Xiu's armpits at all times, and his speed was not as fast as Ding Xiu's.

In just two seconds, Ding Xiu was close to him, and Ding Xiu smiled evilly.

The scene that followed was one-sided.

Ding Xiu waved the utility knife like crazy, Fan Shaohuang kept screaming, and the stick fell to the ground.

"stop!"

"Brother Xiu, stop it!"

"Sarilang!"

The stick in Fan Shaohuang's hand is a plastic stick used for filming, and the utility knife in Ding Xiu's hand is a real knife.

The utility knife is short, but scratching it on your body is no joke.

Ding Xiu had already swung out four or five knives in an instant, but Fan Shaohuang's stick fell to the ground in pain.

He must have been stabbed.

The staff rushed forward, but Ding Xiu had already stopped, while Fan Shaohuang retreated too hastily, sat down on the ground, and ran back while kneeling and crawling.

The sentence "kill someone" was what he yelled. Because he was too scared, he lost his voice a little, so he yelled "Sarilang".

"Just kidding, don't get too excited." Ding Xiu smiled and raised the utility knife: "I put away the blade."

Except for showing the blade at the beginning, the rest of the time it was in the state of closing the knife, but everyone was too involved and no one noticed.

As for Fan Shaohuang's reaction, half of it was frightened.

The other half actually felt pain.

Even though the blade was retracted, the scabbard still felt a stinging sensation on his arm.

Ding Xiu was very fast. The moment he felt the pain, Fan Shaohuang panicked and thought he was really hit.

Everyone looked at Fan Shaohuang, and Fan Shaohuang looked at his two arms.

Just a few red scratches.

I touched my neck again. It hurt a little, but there was no blood.

Thinking of the yelling just now, the old man's face turned red.

It's embarrassing, isn't it?

"Phew, you scared me to death." Yuan Bing breathed out: "Can you tell me in advance next time? I am too old to bear it."

Not to mention that he couldn't stand it, even Fan Shaohuang couldn't stand it. He almost thought he was risking his life in filming a movie.