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He Daqi was stunned. Is this true?
He turned to look at He Bing and found that He Bing was still cheerful, but did not respond.

Uncle Li took out a cigarette and threw one to He Bing, then lit one himself. He smiled and said, "I noticed you didn't use dubbing in If Love Has Providence?"

"Yes, sir, I can speak Korean."

"Call me Uncle Li in private."

"Okay Uncle Li."

Uncle Li took a drag on his cigarette, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Daqi, you're from the Beijing Film Academy, so you should be able to do something else besides acting, right? Can you dance and sing?"

"Uh..." He Daqi really wanted to say yes, but he was still a little hesitant in his heart, so he shook his head.

"That's a bit troublesome. Can't you sing? I can even join the chorus and sing a few lines."

"Uncle Li, my singing is really bad." He Daqi said a little embarrassedly.

"Try singing a line." Uncle Li encouraged.

"Yang Guang's steamed buns are a dish..."

"Alright, that's enough!" Uncle Li quickly interrupted him, clicked his tongue, and rubbed his brows. "You're tall, so why don't you learn some martial arts? Just put on some show, and then you can perform while others sing."

"Uncle Li, is there any mission?"

"Well, I might be going on an exchange group in ten days or so. You're quite famous in both mainland China and South Korea, so you'd be a good fit. You could go and join the group."

After exchanging a few more words, He Daqi finally understood what was going on.

When he and He Bing left the office and passed by the bar, he saw Xiao Liu still standing there.

"Brother Bing, I'm sorry, I was slow and didn't have time to bring the tea in." Xiao Liu said with a smile.

"It's okay. It's mainly because we chatted quickly and didn't say much." He Bing nodded and smiled back.

He Daqi followed He Bing out of the Central Bank Building and into the old Jetta. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why didn't you mention this relationship before? I remember you were so polite when you first brought me here to meet this Uncle Li. Aren't we old neighbors?"

"Is it because we're old neighbors that he's so polite? Do you think it's easy for him now? I'm polite to outsiders so he can tell others that he appreciates me because I do a good job in the Youth League Committee. I joined the Youth League Committee of the People's Art Theater in my first year after graduation. Are you kidding me?"

He Daqi clicked his tongue and didn't respond.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, He Bing asked, "Should we take you to the community?"

"Let's go back to the courtyard and not go to the villa for now."

After He Bing dropped He Daqi off at the Siheyuan Hutong, he didn't get out of the car this time. Instead, he told He Daqi, "I have something else to do, so I won't be going in with you this time. You should focus on learning martial arts. If you embarrass yourself, it will be a big deal."

"I understand, uncle." He Daqi nodded.

"If you can't find a good martial arts instructor, I can help you contact one. Time is pretty tight, and even if it's just fancy moves, at least you should be able to learn something."

"No need, I know two people who have practiced martial arts since childhood."

After He Daqi finished speaking, He Bing suddenly realized and said, "Then hold on tight."

……

……

He Daqi is very concerned about this matter.

But what he didn't expect was that his flower stand would be used in an unexpected way.

Although the system repeatedly stated that the skills in the simulated training space could not be used in reality, He Daqi had a sudden idea during the simulation at night.

The skills you learn may not be used in real life, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use them.

After upgrading to Blood Blade Evil Slaughter, the system gave Liu Jianming a set of matching swordsmanship.

He Daqi turned on the lights late at night, made a palm-knife shape with his hands, turned around and chopped it down as he remembered.

It worked, but my arm felt a bit useless. It wasn't because of a strength problem, but for some inexplicable reason, like some element was missing from my body.

Late in the night, He Daqi didn't dare to scream out in pain, for fear of disturbing Mr. and Mrs. He. He could only cover his arm and grit his teeth.

He really wasn't stupid enough to chop it hard, but he didn't expect the problem to be so big just by going through the motions.

The pain was unbearable, so he quickly called Qin Long and asked him to pick him up.

Twenty minutes later, when Qin Long called and said he had arrived, He Daqi pushed the door open and walked out as if nothing had happened.

The old lady who was watching TV said, "Grandma, I have something to do outside. I won't be back tonight. Please come out and help close the gate to the yard."

"It's almost ten o'clock. Where are you going?"

"I met a friend on the set before. He drank a little too much and is now in the police station. I took a taxi to pick him up and took him back. I slept at his place tonight."

"What kind of friend is this..." The old lady muttered as she sent He Daqi out of the yard.

He Daqi jogged all the way when he went out, and he couldn't fit any more in the nanny car.

"Ouch! Holy shit! It hurts so much!"

Qin Hu quickly held down He Daqi, grabbed his arm, and twisted it back and forth twice. He said with some confusion, "That's strange. It's okay if it's just dislocated, but how come the muscles and tendons are pulled too?"

After He Daqi made him turn around like this, the pain became even worse.

He flapped his arms and legs harder than a Chinese New Year pig, but he knew Qin Hu was doing this for his own good, so he didn't flap his arms too hard. Otherwise, with his 20 points of strength, Qin Hu really wouldn't be able to hold him down.

"Don't move, I'll put your arm back in place first."

Qin Hu waited for He Daqi to calm down for a while before speaking.

"Okay, be gentle... Ouch!"

He Daqi looked at Qin Hu with resentment. This guy pulled and pushed him while he was talking, catching He Daqi off guard.

"Try turning it twice." Qin Hu said.

He Daqi moved his arms twice, and the pain in his shoulder went away, but his arm still hurt.

"Let's do this for now. Just get back to your position and don't move. I'll take you to the hospital for an X-ray." Qin Long turned around and instructed.

"Yeah." Qin Hu nodded.

It was already midnight when He Daqi came out of the hospital. His bones were not injured, so it was not a serious problem. As for why his arm hurt so much, the doctor said it was a strain.

Qin Long only then asked: "Da Qi, what are you doing?"

"Don't mention it. I just lifted my arm. I didn't do anything. If I give it a push tonight, will it be better tomorrow?"

"almost."

When He Daqi went to the villa and asked Qin Hu to apply some activating oil, he almost broke his teeth.

Fortunately, my arm felt much better when I woke up the next day, but it started to swell again. Qin Hu came over to take a look and applied the activating oil again.

He Daqi was a little confused. This shouldn't happen.

He tried another move very slowly, as slow as Tai Chi, and this time it worked.

He probably understood where the line was, so he pulled Qin Long and Qin Hu and slowly demonstrated the set of swordsmanship.

"Who taught you this? Why does it seem so fierce? Nowadays, what is taught are all fancy moves. These kinds of moves that make people not want to live themselves but want to drag others to death have basically been eliminated." Qin Long said, touching his chin.

"I just practiced blindly." He Daqi said perfunctorily.

He knew where Qin Long's misunderstanding lay. This set of swordsmanship required extremely strong attributes to use, and probably also required some mysterious elements. If it was really used, it would not be what Qin Long said, that he did not want to live and wanted to drag others to death, but would be extremely cruel and domineering, and he would be fine while others would be dead.

(End of this chapter)