From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 44 The Stubborn Old Man

The master looked back at the moon, and the blade of the sword almost hit Wu Changyun in the face.

"You bastard, don't run away." The master dodged to avoid the sword thrown at him. When he regained consciousness, Wu Changyun had already run to the weapons rack.

"Master, let me teach you your sword skills again."

Wu Changyun pulled out an eyebrow-level stick from the weapon rack, and slashed at Huashan Mountain with a move. .

The master finally seized the opportunity and grabbed the stick, Wu Changyun let go and went to draw the spear again.

"I'm so pissed off." Panting, the master hit the floor with a stick, and watched Wu Changyun pick up the weapon and put it in a stance, as if everything had started all over again.

"Master, please advise." Wu Changyun charged again with a long spear.

"No more comparisons, no more comparisons." The master waved his hand, unable to fight back anymore.

Seeing that the old man was no match at all, the mistress hurried over to grab the master, put away the weapons in his hands, and persuaded her: "You old man, forget your wish now, even if you practiced kung fu No matter how good it is, its physical strength is no match for young people."

The master glared at his wife angrily, and the matter ended hastily like this.

"Teaching the apprentice to starve to death, master, let me tell you, as long as I am alive, this person who has come out of martial arts can't tear down the stage, and the things of the ancestors can't be thrown away." The master put his hands behind his back, shook his sleeves and walked straight back Room.

"What kind of temper do you think master is, I thought there was a door today."

"I also thought there was a door, but who knows, maybe they asked us to come back and play with us?"

As soon as Wu Changyun said this, the wife behind him pushed him and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Master." Wu Changyun scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Old stubborn can't let go of the rules of his ancestors to find a way for himself, so you should cooperate with him." The wife said.

The three of them returned to the room again. The food was cold now, and the chef sat with his arms crossed without mentioning the chopsticks. From time to time, he stared at the mistress who was busy going to the kitchen to heat up the dishes, with a look of lingering in his eyes. power.

"Master, don't bother, we are not here for dinner." Fu Shun said.

Mistress looked at the leftovers in her hand and couldn't bear to put them down, so the master suddenly said: "Then don't eat."

"All right, all right, you go and rest first." Fu Shun pushed his mistress and drove her out of the dining room.

The three of them continued to stalemate, and finally waited until Wu Changyun couldn't sit still anymore, and with the thought of breaking the can, he asked directly: "Master, just say that you don't let him go. If you let him go, I will take him away." Let the brothers and sisters make money, it doesn’t matter if you don’t let it go, and follow you to continue to inherit the things of your ancestors.”

No one expected that Wu Changyun would be so bold suddenly, and Fushun was still sniggering on the sidelines adding fuel to the fire.

"Who said that the things of the ancestors are not as good as those of you."

"I know, righteousness outweighs profit."

"Do you still remember this sentence, touching your conscience, is it worthy of the kung fu you have learned?"

"I know the master."

"You know shit."

"Then what do you think we should do? You can't sing opera with you forever, right?"

Wu Changyun's words hit the master's pain point, let alone his whole life, he was afraid that the decline of this opera would speed up his old bones.

"You can start a security company, but I don't care about the two of you. Your seniors are not allowed to smoke, drink, be lazy, speak foreign dialects, and come back to play three plays with me every month."

"That's it?"

"Why don't you think it's not enough?"

In fact, what Wu Changyun really cares about is that the master agrees to open a security company by himself. This is different from the nature of him and Fushun leaving the compound to act in a movie. Movies are also movies, at least they are reasonable.He also couldn't bear to see the master at such an age, and in the end he didn't even have a disciple or grandson to accompany him.

Before leaving, Wu Changyun and Fushun didn't unload the gifts from the car, they just found an old man with a street stall, and gave these things to each other for nothing.

In the next few days, Wu Changyun was busy with the security company, while Zhou Xujiang also had a headache for the filming of "The Sixth Sense". The problem was how to create a terrifying atmosphere. Zhou Xujiang is also familiar with this aspect. The real rare thing is the young Liang Chaowei. This little ancestor saw an actor dressed as a ghost, just like seeing a neighbor in the neighborhood. The anxious Zhou Xujiang wanted to change people more than once.

Yuan Aijia hurriedly brought Wu Changyun over again, who knew that Wu Changyun had been snickering as soon as he arrived, even if he was talking about serious things, would it be a joke?

"Hey, what's the matter with you today? You must be sick again." Yuan Aijia lowered her head and stared at Wu Changyun's face.

"You are sick."

Wu Changyun really didn't expect that the male lead was actually played by Wu Yaohan. Just looking at him, Wu Changyun habitually blurted out "Dashengdi", and seeing the beard on his mouth, he couldn't hold back immediately Laughed.

Wu Changyun was squatting in the corner of the long and narrow corridor, with the doors of various households on both sides. Suddenly, the light bulbs in the corridor flickered, and the makeup actor appeared on the stage with white foundation and blush on his face under the alternating light and dark, approaching Liang Chaowei step by step with a dull expression. There seemed to be some words in his mouth: "Azi, where is my Azi?"

"I think it's quite scary." Wu Changyun analyzed.

"That's right, I think it's good too." Yuan Aijia wore a peaked cap and held a record sheet in his hand, looking a bit like a director.

"Kah, let me just say it's the actor's problem." Zhou Xujiang said impatiently.

Although it sounds uncomfortable to say this, it is indeed an unavoidable problem.Wu Changyun approached and asked, "Why aren't you afraid of sister at all?"

"Sister is not scary, I won't learn to be afraid." Liang Chaowei lowered his head a little aggrieved.

There was nothing wrong with Wu Changyun's words, but he was a little strange. Normally, why should he be afraid of acting?There is something wrong with asking yourself.

"Then can you pretend to be afraid of your sister?"

"let me try."

The shot just now was shot again, but it still didn't work.

"This kid can't act fear at all." Zhou Xujiang said, even Yuan Aijia shook his head this time.

"It shouldn't be, 1 Cannes Best Actor, 3 Golden Horse Awards, 5 Golden Statue Awards, Liang Chaowei can't act? This is a big joke." Wu Changyun still firmly believes in his own judgment, and this is not just his judgment.

"Come on, let me chat with you." Wu Changyun took Liang Chaowei's hand and walked to the stairs, where the cameraman and other staff could be avoided.

"Are you afraid of walking at night?"

"Not afraid."

"What about mice and cockroaches?"

Liang Chaowei also shook his head.

"Then are you afraid of your father?"

This time Liang Chaowei hesitated for a moment. He was not afraid of anything when he was young, because every time his parents quarreled fiercely, he would hold on to the fear in his heart and lie on the window and watch until his father slammed the door and left his mother alone. Weeping in the yard, he would stand beside his mother like a man.

(End of this chapter)