Chapter 96: Lu Bu's Rebirth
Huang Julong looked serious, and Zhang Yuan glanced at Ding Zhen.

It was clear at a glance that the other party was not joking after drinking.

"Brother Long." Zhang Yuan scratched his head. Fortunately, this is Zhejiang, not Kunshan, Jiangsu. There is no BUFF bonus by calling him by this name.

"Are you serious?"

"You don't dare, do you?" Huang Julong used a very low-level method of provoking.

Zhang Yuan lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then slowly stood up.

Hu Jun beside him quickly grabbed his arm.

"Zhang Yuan, he is a real master, a martial arts fanatic!"

There was anxiety in Hu Jun's eyes. It would be okay for others, but this guy was not joking.

Yuan Bing and Zhao Jian are martial artists, with a lot of fancy moves and their fights are fun to watch.

Jin Song, and Sun Jiaolong, who played Wanyan Aguda in the play, who is also the third brother in the later "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy", both of them are good at Sanda and are practical types.

But Huang Julong combines these two categories.

He is good at both fancy tricks and actual combat!

Moreover, this guy is a bodyguard and often engages in "actual combat", but that is not the kind of actual combat under the rules of a ring.

"Zhang Yuan, don't be impulsive. You don't know how extraordinary this person is." Li Yu also advised.

Of course Zhang Yuan knew where Huang Julong came from.

He also knew that the original inspiration of this man who was devoted to martial arts was actually a TV series he watched in his childhood.

"Chen Zhen".

It's not the Chen Zhen in the "Fist of Fury" starring Jet Li, Qian Xiaohao and Chow Billy, although the fighting in that version was indeed very physical and classic.

The version he watched was the one starring Liang Xiaolong, also known as "The Fire Cloud Evil God".

Liang Xiaolong is his idol.

He later became Liang Xiaolong's disciple.

Zhang Yuan saw that the other person's cheeks were red, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

I guess he was drunk to give himself courage.

"Brother Long, we all have work to do on the crew and we can't get hurt. Otherwise, the production will be delayed and neither you nor I can afford it."

"It's just a competition, no harm." Huang Julong stated his purpose: "I watched your performance and observed your footwork. You can use a stick."

"You have sharp eyes."

"Among all weapons, I'm the worst at using a stick, so I want to see your moves."

Oh... using a short weapon to defeat a long one, this guy is quite a martial artist.

He is also eager to learn and is indeed a martial arts fanatic.

"It's okay to gain experience, but it can't be in vain." Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and suppressed the desire to take advantage of others.

"How to say?"

"What kind of Kung Fu are you good at?"

"Hung Gar, Cai Li Fo Men's single sword, plum blossom spear, nunchaku." Huang Julong immediately listed a bunch of them, very confidently.

"Let's compete. If I win, these tricks of yours..."

"I can't lose." Huang Julong shook his head slowly. He could roughly estimate how strong Zhang Yuan was.

He was just curious about the move. If he really used all his strength, he was sure that he could seriously injure the opponent within half a minute.

"What if I win by chance?" Zhang Yuan began to lead the opponent into the path he had designed.

"what do you want?"

"I have limited knowledge and want to learn more real skills."

The two agreed not to hurt anyone and to compete in a civilized manner.

This is the center of the open space.

Their movements attracted Zhou Xiaowen, not to mention other crew members.

"Oh, Zhang Yuan is drunk or has gotten carried away!" Hu Jun couldn't bear to watch: "If he competes with a giant dragon, he will be beaten to death."

Zhou Xiaowen also sighed: "He deserved this disaster. It's good that he lost. Suffering a loss can help him grow."

Chen Hao and Jiang Xin standing by were filled with worry.

"Zhang Yuan, did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?" Jiang Xin was as outspoken as ever.

Chen Hao patted her forehead, and Jiang Xin shrank her neck: "Speak properly."

"He's usually quite smart, but it seems he really can't drink. He's drunk and become stupid." Chen Hao also pouted and blamed.

Since we are competing in stick techniques, we need a stick.

The props had been put away long ago, so the Shaolin stick used for filming naturally could not be used.

Huang Julong did a roundhouse kick, and a branch as thick as sugarcane fell to the ground from a nearby peach tree.

After brushing a few times to remove the excess branches and leaves, the root becomes an irregular but fairly presentable wooden stick.

The onlookers were all terrified.

If this kick is on the head, wouldn't it make a few bowls of blood tofu pudding on the spot?

Zhang Yuan certainly doesn't have this ability, and there is no need for him to show off in front of a master.

"Brother Long, wait a moment." Zhang Yuan disappeared in the blink of an eye and didn't come back for a long time.

"Is this kid going to desert the battlefield?" Hu Jun held his forehead with his hand.

"What happened?" At this moment, the brothers Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing also came.

After hearing what the others said, Zhao Jian clapped his hands and cursed.

"Zhang Yuan is also blinded by greed. Who is Julong?"

"Can Zhang Yuan fight? No, he doesn't have the ability to do so, you know that!"

"But I think he is quite confident..." Chen Hao frowned.

"Oh, thank God!" Zhao Jian put his hands together in a namaste gesture.

"He has never participated in a one-on-one fight. Can you guarantee that he can win such a crucial duel?"

“Be pragmatic!”

At this moment, Ma Yuke, who plays You Tanzhi, also chimed in. He follows Chen Hao every day and has long been "unhappy" with Zhang Yuan, who is on good terms with Chen Hao: "Huang Julong also has reasons to say that."

"What is my origin, bodyguard!"

"Who is Zhang Yuan? Why are you fighting with me?"

But Yuan Bing shook his head slightly, disagreeing with their point of view: "Zhang Yuan is smart and has many clever ideas."

"He agreed to the duel because he must have felt he had a chance of winning."

"I think..." Yuan Bing pursed his lips: "The dragon might be in trouble."

After a while, Zhang Yuan came back with a yellowish wooden stick in his hand.

Different from the one made on site by Huang Julong, the stick in his hand, in local dialect, is called "diliuzhi", and you can tell at a glance that it is machined.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Zhang Yuan apologized with a simple smile, "Brother Long, swords and spears have no eyes. Besides, we are using long weapons, so it's best to go to a deserted place to compete."

"If you want to watch, please watch from a distance and don't go forward, as you can get hurt easily."

Everyone agreed, while Zhang Yuan and Huang Julong walked away.

Under the moonlight, the two men each took their own stances.

An outsider may not understand it, but Huang Julong will understand it at a glance.

"I was right. This kid has a solid foundation, and it's not bad."

The night was like mercury pouring down the ground, a cool breeze blew by, and Zhang Yuan attacked first! Just like in the previous audition, Zhang Yuan's steps were steady, and while pressing closely, he also left himself a way out.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend.

Sweep, poke, cloud, frame, and lift, the wooden stick danced in his hands with great vigor.

Huang Julong watched and nodded, while constantly parrying.

He made up for what he lacked. Among all the Kung Fu he had learned, stick fighting was the worst, so he wanted to learn a set of essential martial arts.

But at the same time, even though he was the worst, his skills of more than ten years were still there, and he was still able to handle Zhang Yuan's all-out attack with ease.

"A good stick technique, hard yet soft, attack yet defend."

"The practical approach seems to have some Shaolin roots."

"Could it be a lay disciple?"

Bang, bang, bang...the sound of wooden sticks hitting each other continued and never-ending.

"It's almost done." Zhao Jian crossed his arms and sighed, "Julong is just waiting and letting Zhang Yuan win. Now that Zhang Yuan has exhausted all his moves, it's time for him to take action."

Sure enough, before Zhao Jian finished speaking, Huang Julong quickly raised his stick and poked forward. Zhang Yuan immediately turned around to block, but he didn't expect the other party to move so quickly and grabbed the tip of his stick.

"It's over." Zhao Jian smiled at Yuan Bing, but the other party said nothing.

The next second, something strange happened.

Huang Youlong loosened his arms as if he had been electrocuted. He became so panicked that even his steps became messed up.

"What's going on!" Zhao Jian's eyes widened.

Not only him, but other onlookers were also extremely surprised.

Not only that, next, Huang Julong was forced to retreat step by step by Zhang Yuan's stick skills and dared not to fight back.

Zhang Yuan's moves were deadly and he kept attacking the opponent's head.

No one expected that this match between the Chinese national team and Vietnam would have such a shocking reversal.

Of course, they don’t know that in the future the Chinese team will really lose to Vietnam, and then to Myanmar, and then no one will lose.

Pfft!
After dozens of moves, Huang Julong stumbled and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuan immediately stopped upon seeing this, threw the stick aside, and bent over with his fists clasped.

"Concession."

Silence is Peach Blossom Island tonight.

Silence is the protective color of the spectators.

It was not until Zhang Yuan returned to the crowd that the dozens of people present reacted.

Zhang Yuan...won?
Yuan Bing stretched out his hand towards Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian first straightened his jaw which had dropped in shock, then tremblingly took out a hundred yuan from his back pocket and put it into the other party's hand.

"Brother Bing."

"Ok?"

"This is my pocket money for a month." Zhao Jian said miserably.

"Who asked you to make a bet? You don't even believe Zhang Yuan." Yuan Bing happily put away the money.

At this moment, Huang Julong was swaying and walking back with weak steps, but before he reached the right place, he suddenly turned around and held on to the nearest tree...

vomit!
Vomited all over the floor.

"I understand. Zhang Yuan knew that the other party was drunk, so he agreed to the duel!" Zhao Jian slapped his forehead and gritted his teeth: "He really has no shame!"

Yuan Bing didn't know what means he would use, but he guessed that Zhang Yuan, this cunning boy, would not participate in a losing game.

"Yeah, Zhang Yuan won!" Two girls, Chen Hao and Jiang Xin, came forward, one on the left and one on the right, and hugged his arms.

"I thought you were kicked in the head by a donkey, but it turns out you are so powerful." Jiang Xin said stupidly.

"Zhang Yuan is so handsome. I was stunned by his heroic figure playing with a stick under the moonlight just now." Chen Hao drank a little too much today, and his cheeks were flushed.

So, did Zhang Yuan really win by taking advantage of the opponent being drunk?

Time goes back to three minutes ago.

Huang Julong grabbed the tip of Zhang Yuan's stick and thought it was over.

But at this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Do you know where I got this stick?"

"Ok?"

"I took it off a mop." Zhang Yuan said seriously, "Then guess where I found the mop?"

Huang Julong's thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"I found it in a public restroom."

Huang Julong: ???

"I pulled the stick off the mop, but I accidentally used too much force and the stick hit the pit." After saying that, Zhang Yuan looked down at the place where Huang Julong was holding it.

Huang Julong also looked down at his right hand.

The atmosphere froze.

A drop of sweat slowly slid down Brother Long's forehead. He looked at his hands and then at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan nodded gently: "It's where you hold it."

bass!
Huang Julong's hands have never been so quick in his life!
I shuddered and pulled my hand back, only to feel my palms were wet.

Zhang Yuan naturally would not let the other party take advantage of his moment of distraction, and immediately swung his stick forward.

Why did everyone see that Zhang Yuan’s every move was deadly and all aimed at the head?

In fact, he was not attacking the head, but poking Brother Long's mouth with the tip of the stick.

Even so, he still didn't forget to block both ends.

"Brother Long, we agreed not to hurt anyone."

"I was injured and couldn't film. Director Zhou and Director Zhang couldn't explain themselves."

He was really afraid that the other party would suddenly attack and kill him.

As the saying goes, once you make great efforts, you will be exhausted again and again.

Faced with this "dirty stick", Brother Long could only hide and had no mind to fight.

As the saying goes, the mop is covered in shit, and Lu Bu is still alive.

Huang Julong was in a state of confusion, and his feet became confused. Adding to the alcohol, he tripped over his left foot...

He vomited, partly because he drank too much, and partly because he was really nauseous.

In fact, Zhang Yuan lied to him.

This stick was taken from a mop and it's quite clean.

He just rinsed it under the tap and stirred it a few times in the mud on the side of the road to make it look dirty.

Add your own "talk therapy" and the other party will believe it.

The reason why they used the excuse of walking away during the competition was to prevent others from hearing their conversation.

No matter how you look at it, in the eyes of others, he has won.

I’m not good at kung fu.

You can't use your brain.

Huang Julong leaned against the tree and vomited several times before he stood up.

When he looked up, Zhang Yuan's handsome smiling face appeared before his eyes...

(End of this chapter)