Unscientific Movie King

Chapter 15 Spicy Hotpot, Seven Times
"If you want to go left, go right first, and use your waist to push!"

"Snapped!"

"Follow with your hands, and follow with your eyes."

“Step up, pull away, step, and calm your mind.”

"Breathe in, shut up, straighten your back, and show up!"

In the world of Nuo puppets, Qin Chuan turned into a child of six or seven years old, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, sweatpants, and cloth shoes, practicing martial arts in the yard.

Next to him was a master from the opera troupe smoking, guiding him step by step, and slapping him in the face when he encountered irregular movements.

Tearing legs, bending waists, and holding large tripods, these three moves are the basic skills of the martial arts industry.

He can take a step forward with his legs stretched out, steady and solid as a mountain, without any weak or floating feet.

Bend your waist, and when you die or faint, even if you don't fall like a hard zombie, you can still bend your waist and be a soft zombie, which is much better than sitting down.

Lifting the big tripod can exercise the strength of the arms. After a long time, the shoulders will be broader and stronger, and you can support the dragon robe and hold the big spear.

In the world of Nuo paraphernalia, Qin Chuan practiced with the master for ten hours every day. He started by practicing leg tearing, waist bending, and holding the big tripod. After a while, the difficulty was upgraded to flying kicks, somersaults, and boxing.

The standard for flying kick is to go over the head and land lightly and silently, and one is considered qualified only if he can jump over three tables in a row.

Somersaults are divided into long somersaults and short somersaults. The long somersault is accompanied by a tiger jump as a running start, and the person flips over the door with his hands on the ground.

The short flip is to flip over the door on the spot without a running start, but it is required to flip out of the bridge hole, which requires the basics of waist bending and the skill of bending down.

There aren't many types of boxing, just a few basic ones, such as the Five Elements Boxing and Chang Quan, which involve a lot of flying movements, leg techniques, and body techniques, and are mainly focused on body training.

Day after day, year after year.

In the world of Nuo instruments, Qin Chuan spent three years and became a teenager. His height increased dramatically, his physical strength increased greatly, his body became stronger, and his kung fu became more and more proficient.

Among his peers, he is the best one and has become the true eldest senior brother.

The boss also intends to train him as his successor.

That day, the master called him to the yard, closed the door and prepared to teach him how to sing.

Without waiting for the old master to speak, Qin Chuan woke up from his dream, took off the Nuo tools, propped himself up and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"The energy consumed in martial arts drama is just as much as the complicated character design in literary drama."

“It feels like I’ve directed a few more shots.”

This time, only the three years of Zhou Haopeng's childhood were written. There was no character setting and no twists and turns. It was just about practicing martial arts.

The body practices mechanically day after day.

“I hope my hard work was not in vain.”

Kicking the quilt away, Qin Chuan lay flat on the bed, supported his waist with his hands, suddenly raised his legs and hooked them backwards, while exerting force on his waist and abdomen.

"Snapped."

A standard carp jump.

There was no fight.

The carp bounced halfway and fell back down.

"I have some experience in training, but my physical fitness has not kept up, and I don't have muscle memory."

“I have to practice this again.”

Qin Chuan was not surprised by this result.

Martial arts dramas are different from literary dramas. Whether it was the role of a waiter or a lovelorn man that I had tried before, they all focused on experiencing emotions.

After experiencing that emotion once, you can recreate it in reality according to your memory, feeling sad when you should be sad and crying when you should cry.

Martial arts scenes are different, and are specifically expressed in physical actions.

Even though he had practiced them thousands of times in his dreams, he was very good at all kinds of somersaults, somersaults, and flying tables.

In real life, he had never practiced for a day and couldn't replicate those difficult moves at all.

It's just empty experience.

Take the simple split for example. If he dares to do it now, his ligament will be torn immediately.

However, Qin Chuan was not discouraged. Since it was expected, he had already made up his mind. He had plenty of time and was not afraid of hardship.

What I’m afraid of is that I have no way to learn and don’t know where to start.

The next day, five in the morning.

Qin Chuan just woke up and his roommate Zhou Haopeng came back.

He came back, holding onto the wall. "No, no, I have to ask for leave today. I can't go."

"Brother Peng, what's going on?"

"One bowl of spicy hot pot, seven times." Zhou Haopeng said exhaustedly, "I was planning to come back to work, but my legs were shaking when I went upstairs just now. I can't go to the set today. I'll call and ask for leave later."

Qin Chuan admired him. He was worthy of being the one who had been practicing waist bending since he was a child. He put all his skills into this.

"It's really cool."

"hey-hey."

After a quick wash, Qin Chuan went out.

Today he did not wait for the crew's bus, but chose to run to the crew. It was a ten-minute drive, not far.

It only takes half an hour to run there.

In the morning, Qin Chuan has plenty of energy and his body functions are stronger. Plus, he is young, so he doesn't feel tired.

When I arrived at the crew, there were only a few scattered extras on the scene.

Qin Chuan found an open place to practice martial arts.

I raised my legs high, stretched my muscles, tried to bend my waist, and did some somersaults. It was a little difficult at the beginning, but I became familiar with it after a few times, and gradually I achieved some of the proficiency in my dreams.

On the open space, Qin Chuan had a lot of fun and felt more and more comfortable the more he practiced.

After going through the whole process, I was sweating profusely.

After all, I have been practicing in dreams for three years and have a lot of experience. What I lack is practice and muscle reaction. Once I get the hang of it, I absorb it very quickly.

Deputy Director Wang, who was passing by, saw this and asked, "Can you do Kung Fu?"

Qin Chuan wiped his sweat and said, "I have been practicing this skill since I was a child. I am used to it. I feel uncomfortable if I don't practice it for a day."

"Sure." Assistant Director Wang looked Qin Chuan up and down. "Zhou Haopeng has asked for leave today, and the stunt double is a bit busy. Do you want to give it a try?"

Qin Chuan was shocked. If he remembered correctly, Zhou Haopeng's job was 200 yuan a day, and he was a stunt double for the main characters.

"Thank you Director Wang for giving me the opportunity. I am happy to do it."

"follow me."

The assistant director took Qin Chuan alone to the gate of a palace, where more than a dozen people had gathered. They were all big and strong, and all were martial artists.

"Old Zhao, I'm sending you a new actor. He has been a martial artist since he was young. He is good at both literature and martial arts, and he is also handsome."

"You haven't chosen a replacement for You Tanzhi yet, look at him, he looks exactly like you, he can go on stage after a little training."

The Lao Zhao mentioned by the assistant director is a middle-aged man, over 1.8 meters tall, with short hair, slightly fat, but looks very strong.

Qin Chuan had met him, Zhao Jian, who was not only the martial arts instructor of the crew, but also one of the deputy directors. He had a lot of power and was the one who directed the filming of the crew's martial arts scenes.

"Hello, Director Zhao. My name is Qin Chuan. I am not afraid of hard work or fatigue. Please feel free to arrange anything for me."

Qin Chuan is not a novice, he knows what the director likes to hear.

I'm new here, please give me your advice. I'm not doing this for money, I just want to learn something. These are not what the leader wants to hear.

Working in a martial arts role is very hard, ten times more tiring than acting in literary dramas, with many dangerous actions and getting beaten and injured is commonplace. Some even lose their lives or become disabled for life.

Most people can't bear this hardship.

Not afraid of hardship or fatigue is what leaders want to hear.

Zhao Jian didn't listen to Qin Chuan's bragging. When the stuntmen first came, they were all not afraid of hard work, but many of them ran away after a while.

"What kind of Kung Fu did you learn before? Which style or sect?"

Martial arts have a tradition and you can’t learn them just by practicing blindly.

Baji, Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, Wing Chun, Hung Gar, Chuojiao, swordsmanship, spearmanship, if you learn any of them, you will have a teacher.

Even if you learned it in a sports school, your teacher also had his own teachers.

The kung fu you learn is different and the emphasis is different. As the old saying goes, southern fists and northern legs.

Because you have different areas of expertise, a martial arts instructor can assign you specific work. For example, the stunt double for Qiao Feng needs someone who is better at palm techniques, while the stunt double for Duan Yu needs someone who is better at body techniques.

"I practice the martial arts of Peking Opera."

Qin Chuan spoke without hesitation.

I practiced for three years in my dream and only one hour in reality.

Three years and one hour in total, who dares to say that he is not a martial artist?

(End of this chapter)