"It's okay, as long as I didn't offend you, Master Chen." The girl smiled.
As the master, Chen Longhu greeted his friends from other martial arts clubs and invited them to the courtyard. There were 18 tables in the courtyard, just like the eight bowls of banquets for weddings and funerals in the countryside. Those who were close to each other sat at one table.
Chen Min pulled Ye Ziqin to a seat. She didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to be at that table as well. Li Hu, Zhang Kai, and Ye Xuan all tensed up. Yuan Shuang and Liu Xuan curled their lips at the same time.
"Look at your useless face." Yuan Shuang pinched Ye Xuan's waist hard.
It was so painful that Ye Xuan groaned in a low voice. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I just took a look."
Yuan Shuang snorted, "Then why didn't Zhuo Bufan act like you?"
When Ye Ziqin appeared, Zhuo Bufan also looked indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything. Li Hu and Zhang Kai blushed and said sarcastically, "Maybe some people are pretending to be virtuous. They want to see beautiful girls more than anyone else. Why are they pretending?"
"So what if they want to? Not everyone is good enough for a beautiful girl like Ye Ziqin."
Liu Xuan deliberately moved the chair a little away, showing a posture of disgust for hypocrites. Zhuo Bufan's mouth was full of bitterness. Naturally, he did not take the words of a child to heart. He and Ye Ziqin lived together day and night, and only a few people knew about the things between them.
Ye Ziqin sat beside Chen Min. She glanced at Zhuo Bufan out of the corner of her eyes. She had mixed feelings. The most familiar stranger could be used to describe them.
Ever since Zhuo Bufan was released from the police station, she felt that Zhuo Bufan was constantly changing, but she couldn't pinpoint the exact changes.
"Today is the twentieth anniversary of the establishment of the Longhu Martial Hall. Dear friends and family, the Martial Alliance has given me face by participating in the celebration. I feel very honored, so let me toast this cup of wine." Chen Longhu stood up and downed the wine in his cup.
"Master Chen, you were one of the top figures in Jinling back then. It's only right that we come to congratulate you."
"That's right. Headmaster Chen's fame is still as great as it was back then."
"The Longhu Dojo's fame has spread far and wide. I heard that there are even people from other provinces who come to learn from them."
Although Chen Longhu knew that these were just pleasantries, he still felt good on this festive day, so he nodded humbly and politely.
Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out, "There are people who came from other provinces to learn from their masters? Hmph, you're just bragging. "
The voice was mixed with a strange tone. It didn't sound like the most orthodox Mandarin, as it lacked a flat tone.
The voice wasn't loud, but the surrounding people heard it. They turned around and saw that it was someone from the Dao Yuan Alliance. The speaker was a tall young man.
"Don't be rude. Chidragon's martial arts are extensive and profound. We still have a lot to learn. How can you be so presumptuous?" The leader of the Dao Yuan Dojo, a middle-aged man with a silver ponytail, said indifferently. It was obvious that he wasn't reprimanding his disciple.
The Dao Yuan Dojo was established in Jinling in 2011. Back then, it was an exchange between the Korean Embassy and the Jinling Cultural Bureau. In order to promote cultural exchange among the people, the Dao Yuan Alliance was specially approved to build the largest dojo in the Yida business circle. Back then, the Deputy Mayor even attended the ribbon-cutting event, which caused a sensation.
That year, Jinling's economy was booming. The people of Jinling pursued the petty bourgeoisie sentiment that had spread in the country at that time. For example, they liked to enjoy quiet afternoons at Starbucks in the afternoon. They liked Swarovski crystals and Apple products. Taekwondo was also a product that they pursued at that time.
His movements were cool, and he dressed handsomely. He won the favor of many parents, who sent their children to study there. The Dao Yuan Alliance made a lot of money, thinking that it was easy to make money in Chidragon, so it had been focusing on the country.
The leader of the Dao Yuan Dojo even gave himself a Chinese name, Li Busheng, implying that others couldn't beat him.
When the news spread, all the dojos and sects in Jinling went to challenge him, but they all lost in the end. His Dao Yuan Alliance had survived until now, which showed how strong Li Busheng was.
"How dare a brat from a foreign country talk nonsense in front of so many seniors? Hmph!" A bearded man couldn't help but snort and stood up, glaring at Li Busheng like a knife.
Li Busheng drank a cup of tea and said lightly, "Today happens to be the 20th anniversary of the Longhu Dojo. Why don't we let the disciples fight and show off their strength to liven things up?"
Of course, he was asking Chen Longhu. After all, he was the owner of this place. Chen Longhu stood up and put his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind. There was an unwritten rule in the martial arts world. If you didn't dare to accept someone's challenge, you would have to lower your head and become a laughing stock in the martial arts world.
Li Busheng's question was obviously to challenge him. How could he refuse in front of so many people?
"Since Master Li wants to promote the exchange of martial arts between the two countries, I have no problem with that," Chen Longhu said lightly, not any weaker than the other party.
Soon, everyone started to help. Some wanted to watch the show, and some were gloating. However, most of them just wanted to embarrass the Dao Yuan Alliance. After all, they were all traditional martial arts practitioners in the country. They had long been dissatisfied with the intrusion of Taekwondo, which made them lose many disciples.
After moving away the tables and chairs, there was an empty space in the middle. The taekwondo man who had spoken rudely earlier walked to the center and said lightly, "My name is Jin Che Zai. Who wants to spar with me?"
A young man in red Taoist robes jumped out and stood in front of him. He snorted and said, "I'm Wu Yiyuan, a disciple of the Divine North Dojo. Please enlighten me."
After saying that, the two of them started fighting. The Divine North Dojo was famous for their leg techniques. Wu Yiyuan's kicks were trained to perfection. They were like steel whips, and if they landed on someone, they would probably be sent flying.
Taekwondo also had leg techniques. When the two of them fought with their leg techniques, strong winds blew.
In just a few moves, Wu Yiyuan was sent flying by a kick from the other party. He spat out a large mouthful of blood and lay on the ground while holding his chest. He had suffered serious injuries from that kick. Even if he was treated, it would leave behind internal injuries that would almost ruin his life.
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