Chapter 451: What If I Have a Way to Treat Your Leg?
One could tell with a glance that Chi Yang was an adult man in his twenties. It was obvious that he was past the best age to learn martial arts.
Through Li Mobai’s gaze, Chi Yang seemed to understand what he meant. He immediately extended two fingers and pointed at Jian Ai and Si Yuehan. “The two of them!”
Li Mobai paused for a moment before slowly opening the door. “Follow me first.”
They stepped in one after another, and the vermillion door closed again, blocking those who initially planned to laugh at Longxing Martial Arts School.
What entered their eyes was a very s.p.a.cious and clean yard. In an empty s.p.a.ce, there were wooden dummy stumps that were necessary for traditional martial arts in China. On the weapons rack at the side were knives, spears, sticks, axes, hooks, and forks.
There were also plum blossom stakes, stone casting arrays, and other martial arts facilities she had only seen on television.
Jian Ai and the rest followed Li Mobai. As they sized up their surroundings, they were secretly shocked. They didn’t expect that although the martial arts school’s doors were closed; the yard was completely different. There was a shockingly vast area.
However, apart from them, Jian Ai didn’t see anyone else.
The voices she heard outside were real. Was this martial arts school going to close?
They also decorated the interior of the martial arts school was also decoratyle. It was not only Longxing Martial Arts School, but all the martial arts schools nearby had this style. This was because these schools were all traditional Chinese martial arts schools before. Their internal structures and renovation styles were similar.
After pa.s.sing through the front hall, there was an extremely wide martial arts arena in the backyard. It could accommodate dozens of people.
They built a flowerbed around the martial arts arena. It was early summer, and the flowerbed was red and green, filled with vitality.
A middle-aged man in a rough robe was standing in front of the flowerbed. He held a water spray and focused on watering the flowers.
“Master.”
Li Mobai called out to the man respectfully.
The man slowly turned around, and Jian Ai and the rest looked up.
Yang Jie was forty-two years old this year and was the twelfth owner of Longxing Martial Arts School.
His skin was fair, and he wore a pair of black-framed gla.s.ses. He had a refined temperament and looked scholarly, but he did not seem to be a martial artist.
When he walked towards them, Jian Ai couldn’t help but frown because Master Yang Jie was limping.
When they came closer, Yang Jie looked at Jian Ai and the rest. He wasn’t as careful and guarded as Li Mobai. Instead, he smiled like the spring wind. “They are?”
When Li Mobai heard that, he quickly said, “Master, they’re here to be disciples.”
When Yang Jie heard this, his expression froze.
His gaze landed on Jian Ai and the rest, as if he was sizing them up.
After a while, he finally drawled, “Please leave. My Longxing Martial Arts School doesn’t accept new disciples anymore.”
As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing this, Jian Ai quickly said, “Master, wait.”
Yang Jie stopped in his tracks and looked at Jian Ai. “Young lady, there’s no need to say anything. There are over ten martial arts schools around here, and each of them is more prosperous than my Longxing Martial Arts School. That’s where you should go.”
Jian Ai replied, “But we only want to learn traditional Chinese martial arts.”
“That’s right.” Si Yuehan also said, “We came because of your reputation to teach traditional Chinese martial arts.”
A trace of emotion flashed across Yang Jie’s face as he stared at the two of them with a complicated expression for a long time.
In the end, he shook his head. “Please leave!”
“What if I have a way to treat your leg?” Jian Ai suddenly said.