Seeing Wang Jianyi appear with a pair of venomous eyes, Ye Xuan frowned as he scanned the crowd. Wang Jianyi's previous appearance was obviously ordered by Zhao Yue. Now that Wang Jianyi had appeared again, it was easy to imagine what he was going to say next.
Taking a deep look at Zhao Yue, Ye Xuan could tell from his eyes that his plot was about to succeed. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he sneered silently.
Zhao Yue was also looking at Ye Xuan. When he saw Ye Xuan sneer, his eyelids twitched as if something bad was about to happen. However, he quickly calmed down. If Wang Jianyi were to testify in front of so many people, Ye Xuan would not be able to clear his name even if he had ten mouths.
"He …" Wang Jianyi pointed at Ye Xuan. Seeing Wang Jianyi open his mouth, a smile appeared on Zhao Yue's face. Suddenly, Wang Jianyi changed his tone and pointed at Zhao Yue. "He did not kill Zhao Quan. The one who killed Zhao Quan is you, Zhao Yue!"
The crowd, including those from Tai Hong Dojo, who were waiting to watch the show, did not expect Wang Jianyi to suddenly change his words. The entire crowd quietened down and looked at Wang Jianyi and Zhao Yue strangely.
"Wang Jianyi, are you crazy? Zhao Quan is my son. How could I kill him?" Zhao Yue's face turned from red to green and then black. He never expected Wang Jianyi to go crazy at this moment and say that he was the murderer of his son. "Why not you?
That day, I was hiding in the corner and saw clearly that you wanted Brother Quan to kill Ye Xuan. Brother Quan was unwilling, so you suddenly took a knife and killed him. You even said that he was your son and that he could do whatever you wanted him to do. If you wanted him to die, then let him die. In order to get the Sun Clan Dojo for you, even if he had to die once, he would help you get the Sun Clan Dojo. Poor Brother Quan … "Wang Jianyi pointed at Zhao Yue with tears streaming down his face as he accused him of his crimes.
"Wow!!!" — — "The crowd suddenly dispersed.
"Even a vicious tiger does not eat its cubs. Who would have thought that Zhao Yue would be so deranged as to kill his own son for a dojo … "
"What a thief calling a thief. You killed your own son, yet you accuse others …"
"The world is unfair, and people's hearts are not what they used to be. I didn't expect Zhao Yue to be such a beast. To think that I wanted my son to learn martial arts from him. Fortunately …"
"You, you, you're talking nonsense. You, you're spewing blood … Pfft! Hearing the discussions around him, Zhao Yue was filled with rage. Coupled with the injuries on his body, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.
"Master, master …" Seeing Zhao Yue faint, the disciple who came with him panicked. One by one, they hurriedly helped Zhao Yue up, parted the crowd, and left quickly.
Without Zhao Yue taking the lead, these people naturally couldn't cause trouble even if they wanted to, not to mention that such a thing had happened. These people didn't dare to stay here. The remaining people carried the coffin and left the place dejectedly. They didn't have the arrogance they had before.
In less than ten minutes, the crowd that had originally surrounded the entrance of the Sun Clan's Dojo dispersed like birds and beasts.
Looking at the quiet entrance … Ye Xuan shook his head. Just as he was about to turn around and return to the courtyard, he suddenly realized that there was a small piece of paper drawn with a brush on the ground. On the paper, there were two men practicing with their fists. On the left side were the words "Promote Chinese martial arts, strengthen the body", and on the right side were the words "Authentic, Wing Chun Boxing". The reason why Ye Xuan noticed this piece of paper was that the words "Master Ye Wen Teaches Personally" were written in the middle of the small paper.
Looking at the paper on the ground, Ye Xuan's originally gloomy mood suddenly brightened up. With a thought, the paper on the ground suddenly floated up, then lightly flew into Ye Xuan's hands.
"Nine Dragons Deep Waters, Yonglong Street, rooftop 159!" Ye Xuan muttered to himself as he looked at the address written at the bottom of the paper.
… …
"1556, 1557, 1558, I found it. Senior, this building is number 159." At noon that day, a young man suddenly came to Yonglong Street with a little girl. The little girl stood in front of a building and pointed at the door number. Her face was filled with a happy smile as she spoke to the young man standing next to her.
"Good girl, Cui 'er is really amazing!" Ye Xuan touched Cui 'er, who was looking up as if waiting for his praise. He smiled and nodded at her, causing Cui' er, who was waiting for praise, to giggle.
Looking at the poster in the corridor that was exactly the same as the one in his hand, Ye Xuan pulled Cui'er into the corridor and walked towards the rooftop.
The rooftop was on the top of the fourth floor. Ye Xuan took Cui 'er and walked slowly. Perhaps they were afraid of disturbing the neighbors. It wasn't until they reached the third floor that Ye Xuan heard the sound of practicing martial arts.
With Cui 'er, Ye Xuan still walked to the rooftop unhurriedly.
As soon as he walked to the door of the rooftop, he saw nearly a dozen young men in groups of two practicing Wing Chun martial arts. Looking at these people practicing moves such as Japanese Chong Quan, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a kind of feeling as if it had been a long time.
"Hey, brother, are you here to learn Kung Fu? Come, come, come, come up! " Just as Ye Xuan stood in the same place, a handsome young man among the group of young men practicing martial arts showed a hearty smile on his face to Ye Xuan.
Seeing this young man, Ye Xuan thought of Ye Wen's first disciple in the movie, Huang Liang. He shook his head and smiled, "I'm not here to learn Kung Fu."
"Not here to learn Kung Fu?" Hearing that Ye Xuan wasn't here to learn Kung Fu, the smile on Huang Liang's face suddenly disappeared. He raised his eyebrows and raised his chin toward Ye Xuan. He asked in a somewhat stiff tone, "Then why did you come here …?"
Listening to Huang Liang's tone, the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth slightly raised. In the movie, although Huang Liang was young and impulsive, he was very respectful to Ye Wen, his master. He was also a promising young man. "Do we have to do something here? Is this rooftop yours? Can't we come up and take a look? "
"I'm sorry, although the rooftop is not ours, this is our martial arts training ground. We refuse to visit. Please leave quickly!" Huang Liang glanced at Ye Xuan and Cui 'er, who was hiding behind him. Seeing that there were children present, his tone became slightly softer.
"Visit? I don't think there's anything to see with your two or three flowery but impractical moves, "Ye Xuan said with a haughty expression.
"What did you say … That's outrageous …" The disciples who had stopped practicing heard Ye Xuan's insulting words. They immediately glared at Ye Xuan angrily and surrounded him.
"So you're here to find trouble. Get out of the way. Let me show him the flowery but impractical moves he said!" As the eldest senior, Huang Liang waved his hands to let the surrounding juniors move away. He planned to teach this arrogant kid a lesson.
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