Chapter 451 What if I Had a Way to Heal Your Feet?

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Chi Yang looked like an adult man in his twenties, obviously past the best age to learn martial arts.

Through Li Mobai's eyes, Chiyang seemed to understand what he was conveying, and immediately extended two fingers, and then pointed at Jian Ai and Si Yuehan: "The two of them!"

Li Mobai's expression paused for a while before slowly opening the door: "You come in with me first."

Several people stepped in one after another, and then the vermilion door closed again, blocking out those who were planning to watch the jokes of Longxing Martial Arts Hall.

In the courtyard, the goal is a very spacious and clean courtyard. On the open space, there are wooden piles that are necessary for Chinese traditional martial arts training. On the side of the weapon rack are knives, guns, sticks, ax, tomahawk, hook and fork.

There are also martial arts facilities that have only been seen on TV, such as plum blossom piles and stone formations.

Jian Ai and the others followed behind Li Mobai, looking at the surroundings while secretly surprised. I didn't expect that although the gate of this martial arts hall was tightly closed, the courtyard was unique and surprisingly large.

However, except for a few of them, Jian Ai didn't see anyone else.

It seems that the voices just heard outside the door are all true. Is this martial arts hall really going to close down?

The interior of the martial arts hall is also decorated in an ancient style. Not only the Longxing martial arts hall, but all the martial arts halls nearby are of this style, because these martial arts halls were formerly the martial arts halls of traditional Chinese martial arts, and their internal structures and decoration styles are similar. .

Passing through the front hall and alley, the backyard is another extremely wide training ground, which can accommodate dozens of people.

There are flower beds piled up around the martial arts field. It is early summer, and the flower beds are full of red and green, full of vitality.

A middle-aged man in a coarse tunic was standing in front of the flowerbed, holding a shower and watering the flowers attentively.

"master."

Li Mobai respectfully called out to the man's back.

The man turned around slowly when he heard the sound, and Jian Ai and the others then looked up.

Yang (Yang Ersheng) Jie (Jie Ersheng) is 42 years old this year and is the twelfth owner of the Longxing Martial Arts Hall.

He has a fair complexion, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, has a refined temperament, and has a bookish look, but he doesn't look like a martial artist.

But when he walked towards the group of people, Jian Ai couldn't help frowning, because this arrogant pavilion owner was actually a lame person.

Approaching the front, Yang Jie looked at Jian Ai and the others. Instead of taking precautions like Li Mobai, he showed a refreshing smile like a spring breeze: "Who are they?"

Hearing this, Li Mobai hurriedly opened his mouth and said, there was finally some ups and downs in his tone, mixed with a hint of excitement: "Master, they are here to learn to be a teacher."

When Yang Jie heard this, his expression immediately became stagnant.

His eyes fell back to Jian Ai and the others, as if scrutinizing and sizing.

After a long while, he finally said slowly, "Please come back, my Longxing Martial Arts Hall no longer accepts new disciples."

Saying that, he turned to leave.

Seeing this, Jian Ai hurriedly said, "Master, wait."

Yang Jie paused, looked at Jian Ai and said, "You don't need to say more, little girl, there are more than ten martial arts halls around here, each of which is more prosperous than my Longxing martial arts hall. That is the place you should go."

Jian Ai heard the words, but said word by word: "But we just want to learn traditional Chinese martial arts."

"That's right." Si Yuehan also said, "We came here because of this, just to learn traditional Chinese martial arts."

There was a flash of emotion on Yang Jie's face, and he stared at the two of them for a long while with a complicated expression.

At the end, he still shook his head: "Let's go!"

"What if I had a way to heal your feet?" Jian Ai said suddenly!

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