Stroll in Movie Worlds Chapter 192: Kyogen

When Wang Jianyi appeared in both eyes with spitefulness, he glanced around at the lively crowd in front of him, and Ye Xuan's brows wrinkled slightly. This Wang Jianyi's previous appearance was obviously instructed by Zhao Yue, but now Wang Jianyi appears again , Then he can imagine what he said next. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

A deep glance at Zhao Yue, Ye Xuan showed a hint of the conspiracy in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, and he sneered silently.

Zhao Yue was also at Ye Xuan, and sneered at Ye Xuan for no apparent reason. His eyelids twitched, as if something bad was about to happen, but he quickly calmed down, because only Wang Jianyi would be in front of so many people. According to the testimony, even if Ye Xuan has ten mouths, it is hard to tell.

"He..." Wang Jianyi pointed to Ye Xuan, and when Wang Jian opened his mouth, Zhao Yue's face just showed a smile. Suddenly Wang Jian changed his tone and turned to Zhao Yue and said: "He didn't kill Zhao. Quan, you are the one who really killed Zhao Quan, Zhao Yue!"

The crowd waiting for the play, including those in Taihong Wuguan, didn't expect Wang Jianyi to suddenly change his words. The whole crowd fell silent in an instant. both eyes was a little strange to Wang Jianyi and Zhao Yue in the crowd.

"Wang Jianyi, you are crazy, Zhao Quan is my son, how could I kill him?" Zhao Yue's face changed from red to green, then from green to black. He never thought that Wang Jianyi was here. This kind of crazy moment, even said that he was the murderer who killed his son.

"Why not you? I was hiding in the corner that day. It was clear that you wanted to send Brother Quan to kill Ye Xuan. Brother Quan did not want to, so you suddenly killed him with a knife and said that he was your son. , Do whatever you want him to do, let him die if you want him to die, so that you can get the Sun's boxing gym. Even if you let him die once, I will help you get the Sun's boxing gym, poor brother Quan Er..." Wang Jian burst into tears and pointed at Zhao Yue to accuse him of the crime.

"Wow!!!--"The crowd suddenly exploded.

"Tiger poison does not eat children. I never thought that Zhao Yue was so frantic. He even killed his own son for a martial arts gym..."

"It's really a thief who called to catch the thief and killed his own son. He wronged others..."

"The world is unfair, and people's hearts are not ancient. I didn't expect Zhao Yue to be such a person. I wanted my son to learn Kung Fu Hustle from him before, fortunately..."

"You, you, you talk nonsense, you. You spit out...poof! -" Hearing the voices of people around him, Zhao Yue was very angry, plus he was hurt, he even took a mouthful Blood gushed from the throat, and then both eyes overturned and fell directly to the ground.

"Master, Master..." When Zhao Yue fainted, the apprentices who had come with him suddenly panicked, and one by one hurriedly helped Zhao Yue up, separated the crowd and left quickly.

Without Zhao Yue taking the lead. Naturally, these people want to make trouble and can't make trouble anymore, let alone such a thing happened, these people dare not stay here. The remaining few people carried the coffin and left here dingy, completely devoid of the arrogant arrogance before.

In less than ten minutes, the crowd that had surrounded the gate of the Sun's martial arts hall was scattered like birds and beasts.

Being quietly in front of the door, Ye Xuan shook his head. When he just turned around and wanted to go back to the yard, he suddenly found that a small piece of advertising paper drawn by a brush had suddenly appeared on the ground at some point. There were two lines on the advertising paper. A man is practising with his fist, and on the left side it says "Promoting Chinese martial arts, strengthening the body." On the right, it says "Authentic, Singing Spring Fist technique". And the reason why Ye Xuan noticed this advertisement the most was that the middle of the small advertisement paper was written in large characters "Ip Man master personally".

Land the advertising paper on the ground. Ye Xuan's originally gloomy mood suddenly became cheerful, and with a movement of thought, the advertising paper that had originally stayed on the ground suddenly flew, and then flew into the hands of Ye Xuan lightly.

"The rooftop at No.159, Wing Lung Street, Deep Water, Kowloon!" Ye Xuan muttered to himself at the address written under the advertisement paper.

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"One-five-six, one-five-seven, one-five-eight, I found it, brother, this building is No. 159." At noon that day, a young man came along Yonglong Street in deep water. Girl, the little girl stood in front of a building, pointing to the house number on it, with a happy smile on her face and said to the young man standing beside her.

"Hey, Tweety is amazing!" Ye Xuan touched Tweety who was raising her head as if waiting for him to compliment, and nodded at her with a smile, making Tweety who was waiting for the compliment giggled. .

In the corridor, there was an advertisement paper that was exactly the same as the one in her hand. Ye Xuan pulled Tweet into the corridor and walked towards the rooftop.

The rooftop is on the top of the fourth floor. Ye Xuan took Tweety and walked slowly, perhaps because he was afraid of quarreling the neighborhood. It was not until the third floor that Ye Xuan heard the sound of martial arts piling from above.

With Tweety, Ye Xuan still walked towards the rooftop of the building without any haste.

As soon as I walked to the door of the rooftop, nearly a dozen young people were working in pairs to practice Singing Spring Fist skills with each other. With the moves these people practiced such as spreading and Japanese punching, Ye Xuan suddenly had a heart. It seemed like the emotion the next day.

"Hey, this brother, are you here to learn boxing? Come, come, come, come up!" Just as Ye Xuan was standing in place, one of the martial arts youths was a handsome young man. With a hearty smile on his face, he said to Ye Xuan.

At this young man, Ye Xuan thought of Huang Liang, the first disciple of Ip Man in the movie, and shook his head and smiled: "I'm not here to learn boxing."

"You didn't come to learn boxing?" Hearing that Ye Xuan didn't come to learn boxing, the smile on Huang Liang's face suddenly converged, raised his eyebrows, raised his chin towards Ye Xuan, and asked in a hard tone. Said: "Then you are here...?"

Listening to Huang Liang’s tone~IndoMTL.com~Ye Xuan’s mouth raised slightly. In the movie, although Huang Liang was young and impulsive, he respected the master Ip Man very much, but he was a promising one. Young people, "Do you have to do something to come up here? Could it be that this rooftop is yours, so we can't come up?"

"Sorry, although the rooftop is not ours, this is our martial arts venue. We decline to visit. Please leave quickly!" Huang Liang glanced at Ye Xuan and Tweety who was hiding behind him. The child was present, and his tone softened slightly.

"Visit? Just two or three of you, I have nothing to visit." Ye Xuan said with an arrogant expression.

"What are you talking about...it's too shameful..." The disciples who had stopped to practice next to them heard Ye Xuan's words insulting them, and immediately surrounded Ye Xuan with big eyes and angrily.

"It turns out that you are here to find the fault. You get out of the way and let me give him what he said to embroider his legs!" Huang Liang, as a senior brother, waved his hands to let the surrounding juniors step aside, intending to give a lesson to the rants in front of him. Kid.

"Stop it!" Just when Huang Liang was about to teach Ye Xuan, a middle-aged man who was about forty or fifty years old in a black Tang suit appeared at the door next to the rooftop. (To be continued)