Chapter 295: Hiding into a small building into a unified 3

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"The one over there, out of the circle!
I didn't see it clearly with the telescope. What do people think of it? People ’s podiums are astronomical telescopes, and you can even look at your roots. Do you say you are ashamed? do it again! "
"call out!"
With the sharp whistle, more than 400 students rehearse the queue that has been repeated countless times.
The sun is shining overhead, the breeze is bursting, and the temperature is not too hot, but the physical energy is too much. Not to mention them, Cheng Dongguang couldn't bear to stand.
"Xiao Xu, you help me stare at the meeting, I go to the toilet."
Cheng Dong lifted his vest and wiped his sweat, and his muscles were hardened with a step.
"I feel almost ready, it's time to play music."
"Then let go!"
"it is good!"
Xu Fei jumped onto the high platform and waited until the end, shouting with a big horn: "We practiced for a week, the queue is basically OK. But don't be complacent, there is no whistle on the scene, all are music.
Can you complete the formation without the whistle? This requires everyone to print every step of the way in their heads, forming a physical instinct.
Let's cooperate with music practice, radio station radio station, are you okay? "
"All right."
"Ready! Get started!"
Only listening to the music sounded, still entering from the four corners. Each team placed two of the best in the line, the first to raise the flag, and then look at it, the brush is set up like a big gun.
"Stop, stop!"
Xu Fei waved and stopped, "Don't you say that? I yelled at the entrance first, I must have the momentum of the battlefield charge, get back!"
Come again.
"what!"
More than four hundred people shouted together, holding a large flag to enter the venue, and suddenly a point in the middle, turned into a stream of torrents extending to all directions, and merged into a cloud head pattern.
Waving along with the banner, it seemed like clouds and clouds, floating with the wind.
At the end the formation changed again, all spread out, horizontally twenty, vertically twenty-one, while dancing the big flag, the red flag rolled and rolled like waves.
Crowd tactics, ignoring the individual, but everyone raised their heads and fighting spirit.
The first time the music was arranged, it was not neat, but the young, fiery, and sincere spirit has burst out.
"..."
Xu Fei looked at this scene and felt deeply burdened. If the show failed, let alone say that this group of kids is sorry.
"Teacher Xu, Teacher Xu!"
Someone shouted below. He jumped down, but a staff member came over with his clothes. "The clothes are out, how are you?"
Cheng Dong just came back, shook his head, shook his head and said, "What the is not as good as the one you designed."
"No way, who dislikes the leader?"
Xu Fei looked at the clothes, too. Blue clothes, blue pants, blue boots, blue hats, black belts. In Peking Opera, there is a battle against the battlefield. First, the soldiers come out one after another, surrounded by a member of the generals, and they are sorted around-this clothes is worn by the soldiers.
He originally designed a black body with red moire, no hat, and then a blood-red banner.
The leader looked and said, kill ... mad ... too ... heavy ...
However, the clothes are ugly, with red flags and yellow flags, and the people are blue and Wang, and they are quite harmonious.
The two commanded the rehearsal several times, and had dinner at noon.
There are usually sodas.
With the help of a cart of Arctic Ocean, Mr. Xu captured the hearts of all the young men, so he called his father. And colleagues also discovered that lying in the trough, Ya is actually a big dog!
The meal is provided by the school.
Xu Fei and Cheng Dong were looking for a cool place.
An old man in his fifties, with a short black face and a rough face.
But the two did not dare to neglect and got up to greet, "Director Wu, hello, Hello, Da Lao Yuan made a special trip."
"Yes, don't call the director, just call the old Wu."
This is Wu Bin. He used to bring him out of Shichahai Sports School. Now he is the director of the Teaching Research Department of China Wushu Research Institute.
Come here and order yourself.
Wu Bin was also polite and sat down to eat. "I used to take the martial arts team to perform abroad. I have arranged dozens of people. I haven't tried 600 people. What are the requirements?
"There are two sections, one overall performance and one group fight. No weapons, pure fists."
"All 600 people in groups?"
"Probably six groups, four or five people in each group."
"What about style?"
"Masculine and majestic."
The old man pondered, "The masculine and majestic is the northern fist, the three emperors can be thumped, tong back, eight poles, poked feet, Sun Bin. In fact, it is best to be a weapon, especially a big knife, hey, let ’s come to the big knife To the devil's head ... '"
"No no no no!"
Both of them were down. "Let's not be a sinner who undermines the friendship between China and Japan. We can't afford it."
"Hahaha!"
The old man laughed, "I know how to make fun with you. In fact, this kind of occasion can't be complicated, and it's complicated. I think Changquan is suitable for the overall performance. I'll give you a paragraph."
Wu Bin brushed his body together, opened his posture, and played a long punch.
In ancient times, there was a kind of boxing called "changquan", and modern longquan is based on the sorts of cha, flower, artillery, and red.
Stretch generously, jump high, jump far, with a clear rhythm.
Xu Fei frowned and said, "The stretch is enough, but the stiffness is not enough, especially this posture ... I don't know what it's called, don't mind, just this ..."
He learned to posture.
The right leg is retracted, the left leg is in front, the two legs are slightly bent, the right hand is raised above the head, the palm is upward, and the left hand is leaned back.
"This is Xu Buliang's palm." Wu Bin said.
"Oh, and this ..."
Teacher Xu took a half-horse step, male dog waist, and long legs, but it was stiff, and the stiff posture was the same as shit, and then raised one hand with his hand across his chest.
"This is called Ma Bujia Palm."
"Can this kind of action be deleted? One is ugly, the other is mother, I speak straight, don't mind. We don't need to follow the routine, we make a movement ourselves, simple and powerful, wide open and close, we have to roar come out."
"Roar out?"
"That's it, this ..."
Xu Fei stood firm, slammed a punch, and shouted, "Hah!"
Then he threw another foot, "Ha!"
"Ha! Ha!"
"Ha! Ha!"
"..."
Wu Bin scratched his head. Isn't your guy abnormal?
But I also understood, "It's easy to handle, I can make it up for you now. But it's too simple and boring. Let's add some leaping action, then lie down and follow the carp."
"Six hundred people carp fight, can that be all right?" Cheng Dong was shocked.
Xu Feidao: "Anyway, you first edit a paragraph, and you will have to work the specific rehearsal and specific changes."
"It's okay, it should be. Hey, who are you leading?"
"Wu Jing is also your student."
"Oh, that kid ..."
Wu Bin Yile said, "That kid is good and has a good fist."
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