Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 122 Bajiquan

After living on Wudang Mountain for a few days, Su Cheng went down the mountain.

You can't live in the mountains all the time, no.

In fact, he came here mainly to watch Fatty Wang's filming.

Now that I've watched the play, it's time to go down the mountain.

Tidy up Qingfeng Temple and prepare some food along the way.

Before you know it, the new year is approaching.

This is Su Cheng's second year in this world.

There was Taoist Qingsong in the previous year, and Qingfengguan was somewhat old-fashioned.

This year, he was the only one left, Taoist Master Qingsong passed away, and Qingfeng Temple was quite deserted.

Usually, I don't feel much, but at the end of the new year, even if Su Cheng is used to living alone, she still feels a little lonely.

This day is already at the end of the year, and the Chinese New Year will be in seven or eight days.

Su Cheng got up early in the morning, had already changed into winter clothes, and turned on the live broadcast as usual.

The broadcast didn't stop much in winter, except for the two-month trip to Suzhou City, he was quite "dedicated" the rest of the time.

Netizens quickly flocked to the live broadcast room, because many netizens had a holiday because of the New Year, so his popularity in the live broadcast room has been very high during this time.

Visible to the naked eye, the number quickly climbed to tens of millions.

This is Su Cheng's current status in the live broadcast industry. It can be said that he is the best in the world. There is no anchor who can fight at all.

After a while, the barrage surged, and the audience quickly sent barrage.

"Brother Su, you are still so dedicated to your work this winter, are you single and bored?"

"Haha... The murderer upstairs, but I guess it is, like me, lying on the bed with my daughter-in-law in my arms."

"Hey, who can refuse Nephrite Jade and Wenxiang?"

"..."

There were more and more bullet screens, and Su Cheng couldn't laugh or cry. These sand sculpture netizens were just trying to annoy him.

"Be careful I turn off the live broadcast, you guys!"

Su Cheng threatened.

For a while, the audience in the live broadcast room laughed. This scene was also strange. In other live broadcast rooms, netizens threatened the anchor. In Su Cheng's place, it was the complete opposite.

Ignoring the group of sand sculpture netizens, Su Cheng started playing Wu Qin Xi.

He didn't stop doing this set of movements, even if it snowed in winter, that's right, Wudang Mountain had already snowed, and Qingfeng Temple was covered with a layer of white.

The yard was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and Su Cheng didn't bother to clean it up, so he let the heavy snow fall.

Now he is standing in the snow playing Wu Qin Xi, not to mention, it really has a special charm.

The loose Taoist uniform flew up with the pose, and snowflakes were raised. This scene was clearly seen by netizens.

Baixue, Taoist temples, ancient wells, young people... It just adds a bit of tranquility.

The barrage will appear soon.

"Hey, isn't this scene better than those in those movies and TV shows?"

"If future film and television dramas follow this pattern, they won't be sprayed all the time."

"It made me want to go into the snow and do a set of bastard punches. Oh, forget it, I just stretched out my legs and came back from the cold. Is it because the bed doesn't smell good?"

"..."

The audience chattered in unison, Su Cheng didn't watch the barrage, but changed a set of actions.

This set of movements is much faster and more ferocious. When you do one set, snowflakes are rolling around you. It really looks like a martial arts master practicing martial arts.

This was drawn in the system lottery after he came back.

Bajiquan.

Originally, he thought that this thing was of little use to him.

Su Cheng never thought about practicing martial arts at all.

But the system has instilled this thing into his mind, and it's not a problem to put it aside all the time. In the end, he is really idle and bored by himself, thinking about practicing and forgetting.

Even after practicing, Su Cheng didn't take it seriously.

He can't use it.

In a society ruled by law, if you win, you lose money, and if you lose, you lose people.

Anyway, it's a disadvantage.

He simply regarded Bajiquan as a kind of exercise for strengthening the body, just like Wu Qinxi.

Netizens don't know, they just feel that Su Cheng has suddenly become more aggressive, and his aura has changed.

Especially when the heavy snow is flying randomly, the effect is simply not very good.

The visual impact is directly full.

The live broadcast room was once again covered by barrage.

"Damn it?! What kind of method is Su Ge practicing? Doesn't it look different from Wu Qin Xi?"

"It's so fierce, I lost it. Brother Su also said that you are not a martial arts practitioner, no, no, and that you are not a cultivator of immortals!"

Sand sculpture netizens started again.

Some female fans were even more dazzled, their eyes glistening.

"Little brother Su Cheng is too temperamental. The snow is flying wildly. I will believe you if you say that he is a god in the sky."

All of a sudden, the audience was excited.

Some people wanted to record Bajiquan like Wu Qinxi, but soon found it too difficult.

Wu Qin Xi moves slowly and is easy to remember, but Bajiquan moves like a rabbit, with fast movements, and with the heavy snow flying around, they can't see clearly at all.

However, there are also some people who are more thieves, and directly turn on the screen recording to record Su Cheng's movements, and keep them to watch slowly.

Now many netizens on the Internet regard Su Cheng as omnipotent, as long as he makes something, it must be a good thing.

You can't learn to suffer, and you can't learn to be fooled.

The marketing accounts in the live broadcast room were like sharks who smelled blood. They quickly edited the video and uploaded it to the Internet quickly, for fear of being one step ahead of their peers.

So, before Su Cheng finished Bajiquan twice, there were already videos of him practicing martial arts in the snow all over the Internet.

In the comment area, a large number of netizens participated in the comments.

"What kind of martial arts are you practicing here? Is there any brother who knows how to do it? Tell me, what does Brother Su practice?"

How about saying that netizens are omnipotent? Someone really knows.

"Bajiquan! This is Bajiquan! I'm going, I didn't expect Brother Su to know this traditional martial art?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

More netizens participated in the discussion.

"Bajiquan? Didn't we say that our martial arts are all ostentatious? But I don't think this video is ostentatious. That movement is too ruthless, right?"

"Upstairs? What kind of showmanship? Taekwondo's rubbish is showmanship. Have you ever heard that Taiji doesn't go out for ten years, but Baji kills people every year?"

"It's really unexpected that someone as calm as Brother Su can practice such a fierce Bajiquan."

Su Cheng didn't know, because the Bajiquan he played on a whim sparked a wave of discussions about Gu Wu on the Internet.

Some people say that Gu Wu is fake, and it is all a routine, while others say that Gu Wu is real, but the country does not allow it to be shown.

The public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the woman is reasonable.

The people on both sides were arguing about life and death, and even spread to Su Cheng's live broadcast room.

When Su Cheng finished Bajiquan, he was already sweating profusely.

Even in winter, he was still warm all over. While wiping his sweat, he glanced at the live broadcast room, and then froze.

What the fuck? !
How is this going?

I saw that the barrage in the live broadcast room could not be said to refresh quickly, and he couldn't even see it.

If you want to watch a barrage, you can only press and hold Pause.

It took him a while to figure out that it was because of Gu Wu that there was an argument.

Su Cheng shook his head helplessly and laughed.

"Chen Daochang looks easy to bully, doesn't he? Which of you can beat him?"

In a word, the audience who were frantically arguing were stunned.

What the fuck?

Chen Daochang's happy look appeared in everyone's mind.

(End of this chapter)