Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

A gentle mountain breeze blows, and occasionally a few birds can be heard calling from the distant forests!

Qian Lang looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao took a step back, lightly touched the ground with his left foot, and placed his hands in front of his chest, assuming a starting stance.

"I just can't seem to get this move right..."

Before she could finish speaking, she lunged forward, throwing a right punch, but her body swayed, she stumbled a couple of times, and almost fell.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Qian Lang quickly called for a halt.

"Are you fighting or dancing?"

Chen Hao steadied himself and turned to glare at him.

"You're the one who dances! I've been practicing for days!"

"After practicing for several days, this is your level?"

Qian Lang walked over and circled around her.

"Azi's moves are meant to be cunning and ruthless, not for you to dance a folk dance. In your move just now, your weight was all on your right foot, and your left hand was hanging down. The opening was so big that a cow could fit in it."

"What should we do then?"

Chen Hao was a little discouraged.

"Director Zhao said my movements were too soft and not ruthless enough."

"Ruthlessness isn't something you shout out."

Qian Lang stood behind her.

"Come on, do it again, let me help you get a feel for it."

Chen Hao readjusted his starting stance and charged forward.

This time, Qian Lang placed his hand directly on her waist.

"Lower the center of gravity."

His palm was pressed against Chen Hao's waist, and he pressed down slightly.

Chen Hao's body stiffened, and his ears turned red at a visible speed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qian Lang whispered in her ear.

Practice diligently.

"Who, who wanted that!"

Chen Hao was stubborn, but his voice sounded a little weak.

"continue."

Chen Hao took a deep breath and threw another punch.

Qian Lang's hand moved up her waist, grasped her wrist, and guided her to adjust the angle.

"That's how you should throw a punch: don't let your wrist go soft, and make sure your punch has a short, sharp force."

His body was almost pressed against her back, and his breath was right next to her ear.

Chen Hao's heart was pounding like crazy.

Then turn around.

Qian Lang held her shoulders to help her regain her balance.

"Yes, keep up with the pace, don't lag behind..."

Chen Hao turned around, his face almost bumping into his chest.

The two were standing too close.

She looked up and met Qian Lang's eyes.

Qian Lang didn't dodge. He looked down at her, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"What are you looking at?"

"Seeing you blush."

Qian Lang said with a smile.

"I didn't..."

Chen Hao's words stuck in his throat.

Because Qian Lang's hand was still on her shoulder, his thumb unconsciously brushed against her collarbone.

Just like that.

It was as light as a feather.

Chen Hao's breathing paused for a moment.

"Keep practicing."

Qian Lang released his grip, took a half step back, and spoke calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Next move."

Chen Hao stood there, his heart pounding.

Was she just... flirted with?

right?

Qian Lang had already turned around, his back to her, and was looking at the bamboo forest in the distance.

"Hurry up, what are you daydreaming about?"

Chen Hao bit his lip and followed.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo grove, falling on the two of them.

The slightly enchanting scenery gradually blends into nature.

. . . . . . .

"You and Jiang Xin broke up?"

Another day has passed. Before going to sleep, Qian Lang received a message from Liu Tao.

"Um!"

Qian Lang replied simply.

"She's crying in her room. You've really hurt her feelings."

Qian Lang never returned.

It's better to be sad now than to be sad later.

At the very least, both sides can stop their losses in time.

To avoid making a mess of things later.

but,,,

Qian Lang sent another message back.

"Why don't you come over and try to persuade me?"

this,,,,,

Liu Tao, who was in the 308 forum, looked at the text message and became conflicted.

She understood what Qian Lang meant.

only,,,,

"Jiang Xin, don't cry. Out with the old, in with the new!"

Liu Tao comforted Jiang Xin, who was still crying.

"Sister Liu Tao, I really like him."

Jiang Xin spoke while crying.

"There's no use crying then. He just wanted to play around, but you... Jiang Xin, that's just how the entertainment industry is, sigh..."

Liu Tao sighed as he spoke.

"I know, but... I still miss him."

"Then you can stay together for now and not break up. We can talk about the future later."

"Sister Liu Tao, he's the one who wants to break up with me, and he even said he definitely won't marry me... I..."

Jiang Xin was already sobbing uncontrollably as she spoke.

At this moment, Liu Tao bit his lip, his heart pounding wildly.

By some strange twist of fate...

"Jiang Xin, I'll try to talk to him for you. I'll tell him that you don't necessarily need him to marry you, and you can talk about the future later. What do you say?"

As Liu Tao spoke, his heart was pounding in his throat.

"Okay, Sister Liu Tao, could you... could you go and talk to them for me?"

"Okay, I'll go talk to them. Wait for me to come back..."

Liu Tao said, clenching his fists tightly.

Then he stood up and left the bedroom amidst Jiang Xin's expectant gaze!

. . . . . .

Liu Tao felt he was beyond saving!

They had already made up their minds to leave Qianlang.

But now it's like this again.

Liu Tao lay in Qian Lang's arms, but his mind was completely blank.

It took her a long time to recover from the dizziness.

He also remembered the purpose of her visit.

"Qian Lang, you and Jiang Xin..."

"You know me, there's no need to say anything about this. She's a good person...hehe!"

Qian Lang gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He understands himself, and he understands this circle even better.

If you can't commit to one person forever, then don't bother with this kind of girl.

Love is a thing that always hurts both the person making the relationship and the person being hurt.

It's good that it's over now.

"The way you're saying it makes it sound like I'm not a good person."

Liu Tao spoke softly.

"How could that be? 'Good person' is a word with multiple meanings. You are the good person to me now."

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The next morning, Qian Lang got out of bed feeling refreshed.

Haha, women!

He was even happier after he arrived at the film set.

Liu Yifei approached me as soon as I arrived at the film set.

It refers to some outrageous rumor.

"Ugh, this is disgusting."

Liu Yifei said with disdain.

"Even you knew?"

Qian Lang asked in surprise.

"Of course, the whole crew is talking about it. Producer Zhang just came out and said it's a rumor."

As Liu Yifei spoke, a curious look appeared on her face.

Qian Lang ignored her.

He was thinking of Zhang Jizhong.

Amazing!

He spread rumors himself, and then came out to clarify them... He's really playing both the good guy and the bad guy all by himself.

Moreover, the production team is already spreading rumors, so it's probably not far from being published in the newspapers.

Hu Jun and Lin Zhiying... This is too explosive!

It's a pity. If it were Liu Yifei, he could have been a great hero.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Seeing that Qian Lang didn't speak, Liu Yifei pressed him for an answer.

"Oh, I'll act it!"

Qian Lang answered casually.

Liu Yifei's mouth opened slightly upon hearing this, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you're acting... Qian Lang... are you trying to make me laugh to death? If you can act... I'll... I'll..."

At this moment, Liu Yifei saw the large bronze incense burner in front of the main hall.

"I'll eat it!"

Liu Yifei pointed to the incense burner as she spoke.

Qian Lang scratched his head, wondering whether to steam or braise this thing...

But I was too lazy to talk to her any further.

"Whatever, where's your mom?"

"Oh, I've contacted the recording studio. Do you want to come listen to my recording? I sing really well."

"Not interested!"

Qian Lang ignored her again and walked towards Chen Hao, who was not far away.

Liu Yifei wasn't annoyed by his words. She made a face behind his back and got ready to go on set.

Time flies.

The "World Martial Arts Tournament" has become a hot topic thanks to Zhang Jizhong's hype.

Within a week, less than three days after the registration channel opened, more than twenty people had signed up.

There were practitioners of Sanda, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and various other "successors" who claimed to practice Xingyi, Bagua, and Tai Chi.

In short, this matter has unknowingly spread to the point that the entire entertainment industry knows about it.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jizhong's questionable actions continue.

He scheduled his match time for National Day!

Back then, there were many tourists at the Great Buddha Temple. Now, there are even live audiences.

October 1, 2002, was a day of national celebration.

The Great Buddha Temple in Xinchang was in complete chaos today.

A red silk-bound arena was erected in the square in front of the main hall, with the flying eaves and brackets of the ancient temple behind it.

Ahead was a huge crowd, including reporters carrying long lenses and microphones, passersby holding cameras, and tourists who had come from surrounding cities and counties early in the morning to see the excitement.

Zhang Jizhong has really gone all out this time.

On either side of the arena stood two two-meter-tall plaques, the left one reading "World Martial Arts Tournament" and the right one reading "Presented with Honor by the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils Production Crew".

The song "Hard to Recite Sutras" was playing on a loop from the stereo, and Wakin Chau's voice pulled people back to that world of martial arts with its flashing swords and shadows.

There were at least several hundred people standing densely packed below the stage, with vendors selling candied hawthorns, bottled water, and small national flags weaving in and out of the crowd.

Several challengers in training clothes were warming up on the sidelines. Some were stretching their legs, some were punching, and a bald guy was practicing his breathing, his face turning red.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Friends and acquaintances! The World Martial Arts Tournament is now beginning!"

The host held the microphone, his voice booming.

Qian Lang stood by the ring, wearing a black training uniform with the sleeves rolled up, revealing half of his forearm.

He glanced at the huge crowd below the stage, his gaze sweeping over a few familiar figures in the front row...

Jiang Xin sat in the first row of the guest seats. Today she was wearing a white shirt, her hair was tied up, revealing her smooth forehead.

Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were fixed on Qian Lang. When she saw him looking over, she quickly looked away.

Liu Tao sat next to her, wearing a beige knitted cardigan, with his legs crossed, holding a bottle of mineral water, looking completely nonchalant.

But Qian Lang noticed that she twisted the bottle cap twice before it opened.

Chen Hao was dressed exceptionally brightly today, in a bright red dress and with fiery red lips, as if it were Chinese New Year.

When she saw Qian Lang looking this way, she blew him a kiss, which caused several reporters nearby to frantically press their shutters.

Liu Yifei sat on the far side, her little face full of excitement.

Beside her was Liu Xiaoli, wearing a dark dress, with a faint smile on her lips, her thoughts unreadable.

Zhang Jizhong leaned close to Qian Lang's ear and whispered something.

"It's a small amount of money, are you confident?"

For Lao Zhang, winning or losing money doesn't really matter; he just wants the hype.

If Qian Lang had won back then, he would have been happy to see it happen.

Qian Lang turned his gaze away and a smile played on his lips.

"What did you take?"

"good!"

Zhang Jizhong patted him on the shoulder.

"Go up there and show them what real kung fu is!"

When he was being beaten, he complained that Qian Lang's kung fu was too high, but now he wished that Qian Lang's kung fu was even higher.

At this moment, Qian Lang had already turned around and stepped onto the arena.

He stood on the stage, facing the early autumn sun, and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Baji, Qianlang, please."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone jumped up from the audience.

He was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a muscular physique, shirtless, and had a dragon tattooed across the river on his chest.

He didn't even clasp his hands in greeting; he just pointed at Qian Lang and started talking.

"I heard you're good at fighting? Come on, let me give you a try!"

Qian Lang glanced at his posture and immediately understood.

"please."

Without saying a word, the shirtless man took a step forward and lunged at the man's face with his right fist.

Qian Lang dodged to the side, and the fist grazed his ear.

He raised his left hand and thrust his right hand under the other's armpit, his waist and stance becoming one.

"Stand close to the mountain!"

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.

The Sanda fighter was hit like by a truck, flying sideways and crashing into the ropes at the edge of the ring. He bounced back and lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

then!

Applause and screams erupted.

"Holy crap! Is this for real?!"

Am I seeing things?!

"Is Bajiquan really that powerful?!"

Qian Lang stood on the stage, clapped his hands, and looked at the host.

"Next."

The second person to come up was an old man who practiced Tai Chi. He had a flowing white beard and an air of otherworldly wisdom. He clasped his hands in a salute, and his movements were fluid and graceful, clearly indicating that he was a skilled practitioner.

"Young friend, I have practiced Chen-style Tai Chi for forty years, and I have come today to learn from you."

Qian Lang returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

"Please, senior."

The old man assumed a starting stance, his feet neither too far apart nor too far apart, and slowly pushed his hands out.

He took a step forward, his steps steady, his lower body clearly very stable.

Then the money started flowing.

He didn't use any special techniques; he simply charged forward and threw a punch straight at the center.

The old man raised his hand to try and block it.

Halfway through his punch, Qian Lang suddenly stopped, changed his fist into a palm, and pressed down, landing squarely on the old man's wrist.

He took a step forward, tripped, and the old man lost his balance, staggered a couple of steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

this,,,

Qian Lang dared not let him fall.

If you get extorted, you're in big trouble.

"Hold on tight, old man!"

Just as the old man was about to collapse, Qian Lang reached out and pulled him up.

The entire room fell silent again.

Fortunately, the old man still had some pride, and he shook his head with a wry smile as he stepped off the stage.

Chen Hao was the first to jump up and applaud, shouting loudly.

"Qian Lang is awesome!"

Liu Tao clapped along, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face.

Jiang Xin was also clapping, her movements somewhat mechanical, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Liu Yifei opened her mouth wide, and it took her a while to finally manage to utter a sentence.

"He, he, he even beat up old men..."