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Chapter 143 Stick Fighting
The white-haired old man was instantly amused when he heard He Daqi's request: "Performance? That's easy to say. Even if you ask me to teach you the real tricks now, I can't do it. Wait a minute, I'll call someone over."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and made a call: "Ajie, come to the martial arts gym."

The person the old man called came very quickly. He must have lived nearby and was just a few steps away.

The man was a little thin, but his eyes were bright and his muscles were smooth. He walked lightly, as if he could jump three meters away.

"This is my second apprentice, Tan Jie. He won second place in the stick performance at the National Wushu Exhibition Competition in mainland China this year. He knows a bit about the Five Tiger Stick, the Small Plum Blossom Stick, the Eyebrow Stick, and the Six-Combination Stick. If you want to learn stick techniques for performances, I recommend you just learn the routines he used in the competition. However, if he teaches you, the price..."

"The price is negotiable! Can you let me see the effect first?" He Daqi quickly replied.

Perfect! He was second nationally, so teaching him at this level was a waste of talent. The price was nothing. To He Daqi, the money in the simulation training space was like waste paper.

"Ajie, show him your skills."

"Okay master."

Tan Jie walked to the weapons rack and kicked it, and a stick as high as his eyebrows flew out.

He jumped up in the air to catch the stick, danced around and then did a big split.

When He Daqi saw this routine, he felt his crotch tighten and took a breath of cold air.

Over there, Tan Jie danced with the stick so skillfully that ink could not be splashed on it, and with his agile steps, even He Daqi, who didn't know much, felt that he was really good at using the stick.

The performance was very quick, barely a minute. Tan Jie put away the stick, saluted, and then put the stick back on the weapon rack.

"How is it?" the old man asked cheerfully.

"Can you start teaching today?"

"can."

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He Daqi opened his eyes and got up from the kang.

Whether it works depends on this one try. If not, I can only go to the martial arts school to find a coach urgently.

He didn't even find a stick to try it out, but instead started practicing with his bare hands in the house, moving around and trying out all the moves that Tan Jie had taught him.

It works, but my tendons are a little sore, but it's not a big problem. It's probably because I moved my body so vigorously that my lazy body can't keep up. I just need to warm up more.

He Daqi happily lay back on the kang.

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In the villa.

He Daqi was holding a performance stick that reached his eyebrows and shaking it back and forth, occasionally doing some fancy dances.

"Daqi, is this the kind you want? One end is thick and the other end is thin, similar to a pool cue, it can't be broken and it has paintings. Anyway, I bought it according to your description." Qin Hu looked at He Daqi gesturing back and forth without saying a word, and couldn't help but ask.

He Daqi nodded, waved his hand again, and said, "Yes, this is the kind, a competition stick. Brother Hu, how do you think they make this stick? How can it be so light? It's obviously made of wood, right?"

"It's probably a white wax rod, or one that's been specially treated. I didn't use that kind of rod when I practiced Baji spear before, and I don't know much about it. I was shocked when I tried it out when I bought it. It was so light. It really is true that every trade has its own tricks," Qin Hu replied with a smile. Now, on the thick carpet in the villa, He Daqi could finally practice freely. He first warmed up by rotating his hand back and forth, and then, once he got the feel for it, he exerted force and spun around, striking the carpet.

Then he began to move back and forth on the carpet in a zigzag manner, dancing with a stick in his hand and hitting from time to time.

This routine looks good, but it is a bit strenuous, so He Daqi specially asked Qin Hu to buy a competition stick. However, even with the competition stick, He Daqi felt a little exhausted after dancing for five or six minutes.

"Daqi, who did you learn this from? Why do I feel that after not seeing you for a few days, your stick skills are now better than those of the martial arts school students?" Qin Long asked in amazement after He Daqi stopped.

"How could it not be good-looking? After all, it was taught by a contestant who won a place in the National Wushu Competition." He Daqi was in a good mood and couldn't help but bragging.

"The key is that you learn really fast. It's only been a few days, and when we meet again I find that you are doing it quite well." Qin Hu was also a little amazed.

"It's just a gift, not worth mentioning."

After chatting with the Longhu brothers for a while, He Daqi took out his phone and called He Bing.

"Uncle, are you busy? I've learned the tricks. I'll go and perform for you when I'm free. It's urgent, right? I'll just rehearse with you to avoid any trouble later."

"Are you sure? It's only been a few days? Um... I'll pick you up and take you to Central Central School in a bit. The exchange group is rehearsing there right now. Go and give it a try. If it doesn't work out, try practicing again or just don't go with them to avoid embarrassment."

"Don't worry, my coach said I can start my training now." He Daqi responded confidently.

"In a Western-style house or a courtyard house?"

"A villa."

"I'll pick you up right away."

Forty minutes later, He Daqi followed He Bing to the Central Bank Building again, carrying a stick.

This time I took the stairs directly to a studio on the third floor.

As soon as He Daqi entered the room, he saw a group of girls dancing on the small stage in the studio. They were wearing bright gauze clothes with bright red and green colors. They danced slowly and gracefully, like a group of deer playing in the woods.

"That's Captain Wang from the exchange group. He's the one who arranged the program. I don't know him, but he should know your name. Just go find him and see what he has planned."

He Bing led He Daqi into the door, but did not go any further. Instead, he pointed to a middle-aged man with a side-parted hair and vertical eyebrow wrinkles and introduced him to He Daqi. Then he gestured for He Daqi to go over there by himself.

He Daqi nodded and walked up to the middle-aged man with a stick in hand.

"Hello, Captain Wang, I'm He Daqi, and I'm here to report today."

"Are you He Daqi? I remember a martial arts performance was arranged for you, right? You are... holding a stick, are you going to perform stick fighting?" Captain Wang frowned, and the vertical eyebrow wrinkles became more obvious, as if he had a third eye.

"Yes, I am quite good with a stick."

"Hmm... wait a minute. Once the dance on stage is over, I'll call the singer you're performing with over and you two can try it out. No need to rehearse yet, just try your hand at your own moves. The planner and choreographer are here right now, so let them see how it goes. But let's be clear in advance: if you're not suitable, I won't force you to go. After all, this exchange group is quite special, can you understand that?"

"I understand. If this is really inappropriate, I can't hold you back and embarrass us, right?" He Daqi nodded.

Captain Wang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could understand. He had read He Daqi's information and knew that the young man was only nineteen years old. He was afraid that if he knew that he was not suitable, he would not let him perform again.

After all, it was the leader who intervened, and if I made a mistake, it would not be easy for me to handle it.

(End of this chapter)