Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 135 Unlocking the Zhao Family Gun

Qin Chuan held the thermos cup and said with emotion: "I loved Peking Opera so much before that I devoted myself to martial arts. As a result, my academic performance in high school was not so good and I didn't have the chance to go to the performing arts college."

I didn’t get into college because I played the game “Legend of Sword and Fairy”, I didn’t get into college because I practiced martial arts, I didn’t get into college because I sang, I didn’t get into college because I read martial arts novels, and I didn’t get into college because I loved Peking Opera.

There are so many reasons that Qin Chuan is used to them and can just talk about them at will.

"Alas, what a pity." Wang Luoyong said with regret: "With your talent, it's a pity that you didn't go to a performing arts school."

In the community, many talented people like this are unable to attend performing arts schools due to poor academic performance, which is a pity.

Commonly known as grassroots actors and the Jianghu school.

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "When I have some free time and money in the future, I might go for further studies."

Wang Luoyong thought for a moment and said, "We at the Shanghai Theatre Academy offer performance training for the general public every year. You may consider it."

Thinking that the performance level of the teachers in the school might not be as high as Qin Chuan, he said: "Unify knowledge and practice. It will be good for you to learn more knowledge to fill in the gaps in your performance theory."

Some teachers stay on to teach in school after graduation, and their academic qualifications are quite impressive, such as master's and doctoral degrees.

But he has not filmed many movies and only has theoretical knowledge. He cannot be compared with Qin Chuan, who won the Best Supporting Actor Award at the Academy Awards.

But Qin Chuan can learn from their strengths and make up for his weaknesses. He has never been to college, so he has experience but lacks theory.

If the two are combined, it will definitely be a huge improvement in acting skills.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, leave me your phone number and let me know when the registration is open. I'll come over if I'm not busy."

"no problem."

When he met a young man who was eager to learn, Wang Luoyong was very caring and immediately left his phone number for Qin Chuan.

The two sides exchanged phone numbers, and Qin Chuan asked Wang Luoyong about his shooting skills. It was the first time he had seen such a powerful gun, and he was very interested.

When he had nothing to do, Wang Luoyong talked to Qin Chuan about guns, and under the other party's guidance, he recounted his experiences as a martial artist when he was a child.

As he was talking, Qin Chuan found a pen and paper from somewhere and started taking notes.

"What are you doing?"

"Teacher Wang, these are all valuable experiences. I will write them down. They may be useful in the future."

Touching the prop beard, Wang Luoyong felt emotional. No wonder Qin Chuan has achieved what he has today. It is not entirely due to his talent. He is also a hardworking and studious person.

Wang Luoyong told Qin Chuan every detail of his career as a martial artist.

As a teacher, his narrative ability is much stronger than Zhou Haopeng whom Qin Chuan met at the beginning. With just a few sentences, the vivid picture comes to mind.

Soon, Qin Chuan's notebook was filled with notes.

Seeing that it was almost time to go on stage again, Qin Chuan said, "Teacher Wang, I am also very interested in your marksmanship. Can I ask for your advice some other time when I am free?"

"No problem. This is not some unique skill of mine. If you want to learn it, I will teach you."

At the Shanghai Theatre Academy, he had taught students how to use guns as martial artists, but few were willing to learn, either because they thought it was too hard or too tiring.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is useless after leaving school, so no one learns it.

Unless the character you play happens to use a gun, you may not be able to use this kung fu until you are old.

Just like him, he has been doing this for decades.

It's rare to meet someone who wants to learn, and he's happy to teach.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

After work in the evening, Qin Chuan returned to the hotel and sorted out Wang Luoyong's experience as a martial artist and began to write a biography.

In another room, Wang Luoyong went online and searched Qin Chuan's information out of curiosity.

Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, A Chinese Ghost Story, The Legend of Sword and Fairy, Kung Fu, Best Supporting Actor at the Academy Awards.

Drum Tower, just once is enough, Chengdu, if the moon has not come out, Wujiaopo, The New Drunken Concubine, Chi Ling, Star Avenue champion.

Wang Luoyong briefly watched some clips from several plays about Qin Chuan and listened to his songs.

After a long time, I felt numb.

"Is this what he meant by a hammer here and a hammer there?"

"He's good at singing, filming and TV. He's a real all-rounder."

Not only is he good at literary drama, but he is also an original singer who can sing folk songs, pop music, Peking opera, and opera singing.

All of a sudden, Qin Chuan's image quickly rose in his mind.

The next day, on set.

Qin Chuan found that Teacher Wang was particularly enthusiastic today. He smiled more often and answered almost everything he knew when asked questions.

This made Qin Chuan feel a little embarrassed, so during the lunch break, he invited everyone to the RV and treated them to delicious food and drinks.

Wang Luoyong began to teach Qin Chuan how to shoot in the afternoon.

Start with the basics, such as horse stance and holding a spear.

There was a brick hanging on the tip of the gun.

"When I was young, I studied martial arts, and my main weapon was the spear. The best roles I played were Zhao Yun and Luo Cheng. Their spear skills were very similar."

"Luo Family Spear is also called Zhao Family Spear. It has 36 moves in total, and the main focus is on agility. The emphasis is on dancing like pear blossoms, with the whole body falling like auspicious snow."

As he spoke, Wang Luoyong gently pushed Qin Chuan's shoulders down and patted his waist:

"You are just starting to learn, so we should not aim too high. First, practice holding the spear and integrating the waist and horse. After you are stable, you can practice stabbing."

"During the Republic of China, there was a master named Li Shuwen, nicknamed the God Gun. Legend has it that his gun could pierce a mosquito on glass, killing it without breaking the glass."

Qin Chuan listened to it as if it were a myth: "Is it true?"

It's no wonder he was suspicious. It was really a bit scary and beyond the scope of human nature.

Wang Luoyong shook his head: "I don't know either. Anyway, it's a legend in their Baji Sect. That's what it means. Just practice first. I'll go get some water."

Qin Chuan called Wang Luoyong and said, "Teacher Wang, how long do I have to hold the spear to be qualified?"

Wang Luoyong said: "Put a bottle of mineral water on the tip of the gun. If it can stay stable for three minutes without falling, it will be considered qualified."

It took him a year to achieve this. Now, he didn't want Qin Chuan to be like him. The times were different, and he didn't really want Qin Chuan to eat this bowl of rice.

Hang the bricks for a week or so, so that he can get the hang of it and test his patience.

"Teacher Wang, is that so?"

Qin Chuan swung the spear and put the brick on the tip of the spear, standing firmly in a horse stance, motionless.

Eighty percent of his Iron Wire Fist skills are in his arms, so his arm strength is pretty good. His accumulated horse stance skills also make his lower body extremely stable.

"Huh?" Wang Luoyong was shocked when he turned around before he took two steps.

Bricks are much heavier than mineral water. Qin Chuan is not just stable, it is extremely stable.

Even at his peak, he didn't dare to say that he could use the tip of a gun to hit a brick.

Anyone who has fished knows that a fish weighing one or two pounds feels like it weighs ten pounds when you pull the rod.

It's similar to holding a gun. A brick doesn't feel heavy when it falls on your hand, but it weighs a lot more when it's on the tip of the gun.

Without certain horse stance skills and arm strength, it is impossible to hold up the posture. Ordinary people's hands and feet will tremble within thirty seconds.

As for Qin Chuan, he completed the task easily without even breaking a sweat.

"Didn't you say that you, the martial arts student, practice swordsmanship?"

"Yes, but I also practiced Iron Wire Fist, and I'm pretty good at horse stance and arm kung fu."

As Qin Chuan spoke, the tip of the gun shook slightly, which made him hold his breath and dared not speak again.

Wang Luoyong didn't say anything, just looked at his watch.

Three minutes later.

"Okay, time's up, you passed."

"Although you have passed the test, holding a gun is a basic skill. You still need to practice it often in the future. Your arms and lower body are good, but your breathing is not right. You need to be steady and calm."

Qin Chuan put away the gun and said, "Well, I will practice often in the future. Teacher Wang, can we practice spearing now?"

"can."

Wang Luoyong looked around and finally found a hemp rope, made a loop as big as a fist, and then hung the other end on a tree branch.

He took the gun from Qin Chuan's hand and stood in horse stance. After he shook the gun, the long spear flew through the circle like a dragon and then was retracted.

Once, twice, three times.

Throwing the gun to Qin Chuan, Wang Luoyong said, "Just stab like this, stab a hundred times."

"Isn't this simple?" Qin Chuan imitated Wang Luoyong and thrust the spear in his hand out, passing through the circle accurately.

"The action is wrong. The shooting technique is to use the waist to generate power, and the waist drives the arm. That's right, just like that, fire a gun between one breath and another, and then put the gun away again."

"Take your time. Once you are familiar with the circle and can hit the target every time, you can reduce the circle until it is the size of a coin. Only then can you be considered a master."

After saying that, Wang Luoyong was a little unsure and said, "You can't stab the coin now, right?"

He was afraid that as soon as he left, Qin Chuan would call him back and say that he could punch coins now.

"It's definitely not possible now. My aim isn't that good."

It’s not possible now, but it may not be possible tomorrow.

"Well, let's tie it up first."

Wang Luoyong breathed a sigh of relief and planned to let Qin Chuan stay for a few days before teaching him how to use a spear. As he said, he didn't expect him to be Zhao Zilong or Luo Cheng's successor.

You don't have to be very precise with the needles. Just practice for a few days, focus on having a sense of participation, and know how to practice and what level is good and what level is acceptable.

Night, hotel.

Write the character template and put up Wang Luoyong’s birth date.

Wearing Nuo instruments, Qinchuan entered into a dream.

"Snapped!"

"Xiaoyong, your hands aren't steady enough. Who told you to hold the gun like this?"

"Only when your mind is steady can your hands be steady. Don't have any distracting thoughts in your mind. Focus your attention and keep your eyes on the tip of the gun."

In the Peking Opera Theater, Qin Chuan was wearing a vest and holding a spear that was taller than him. He just swayed for a moment and was hit on the back by a cane from his master.

He grimaced in pain.

After a while, sweat started to appear on my forehead, my arms felt sore, and my legs started to shake.

"Snapped!"

He was hit with a cane again.

Instantly refresh your mind and improve your concentration.

After holding the spear for an unknown amount of time, he finally got the recognition of his master and began to learn how to wield the spear.

In the county park, they found a big tree and the master drew a circle on the tree with chalk and asked him to prick it.

One day, two days, three days...

The circle is getting smaller and smaller.

Spring went and autumn came, and during the coldest and hottest days of the year, the big tree was almost pierced to pieces by the tip of his spear.

That day, as usual, he stood in a horse stance, twisted his waist, and extended the spear with his strong arms.

The sound of breaking wind was heard, and the gun rushed out like a dragon.

"puff!"

The spear was stuck in the tree, in a circle the size of a bottle cap.

He let go, and the gun barrel hung steadily, with the front end embedded in the tree trunk.

(End of this chapter)