C91 How Much Do You Know

Ye Lee was surprised, he had previously thought that he was unworthy of the attention of others, how could he become the main committee member in the blink of an eye?

Jiang Tao who was at the side became anxious, "President Guo, then the Eight Trigrams Palm's chief committee …."

In the end, Guo Hong glared at him and shut her mouth.

Ye Lee felt that it was a little strange, but he also thought that it was very casual, "Alright, no problem."

Jiang Tao uneasily said: "Mr Ye …"

Ye Lee waved his hand, indicating that there was no problem.

President Guo's face revealed a smile, "I hope Mr Ye will not disappoint us, those children are still waiting for you, I'll let Xiao Jiang take you to see them, I still have some official matters to attend to, so I won't be entertaining them personally."

"..."

Outside.

"Master Lin, you shouldn't have agreed. The Eight Trigram Palm isn't suitable to be your committee." Jiang Tao said.

"What's wrong with that? Big brother Jiang, just tell me, could it be that there's a man-eating tiger inside?" Also, just call me Ye, otherwise, it would be a little strange. " Ye Lee laughed.

Jiang Tao looked at him and sighed, "Alright then, Ye, you don't need to go so far as a man-eating tiger, but... "Forget it, I'll bring you over to take a look first."

The two of them arrived at a dilapidated practice room. Ye Lee stood at the door and looked at the situation inside.

The paint on the walls started to peel off due to moisture protection, and the fluorescent lights on the roof were very old. The first thing they saw was the walls of a house, and from the outside, the Martial Arts Association looked a little old-fashioned. Just now, when they entered the office, they felt that the decorations were pretty good.

What shocked Ye Lee the most was that in the middle of it all, six young people were practicing the Eight Trigrams Palm painstakingly, and they all lacked arms.

This shocked Ye Lee the most.

Jiang Tao laughed bitterly, "You saw it right? The Martial Arts Association and the nearby Disability Association have a cooperative relationship, that's why there are a few crippled youths and young girls who come to the Association to learn martial arts. Elder Wang has already retired for a few years, and the following Chairman Huang is here because the Association brought all these disabled people to the Eight Trigrams Palm, quarreled with the Association, and finally resigned."

"It's nothing. I'm just a cripple. Not bad at all." Ye Lee didn't have any other thoughts, so what if he had a flaw?

"The association is usually very lax. Many people just hang up their names and leave, or join the association to enjoy some benefits."

Jiang Tao didn't know what to say, "Ye still has half a month of Martial Arts Association's annual performance, and the Eight Trigrams Palm is also included. At that time, the leaders of the Jiangfeng City were already there, so nothing could go wrong.

The two of them chatted at the door for such a long time. The young boy and young girl who were practicing inside also stopped and looked at the two of them curiously.

Ye Lee followed Jiang Tao inside.

Jiang Tao waved his hand, "Come over, Committee Leader Huang has resigned. In the future, the person who will be teaching you will be this Teacher Lin. Mr Ye is an expert of the Eight Trigrams Palm, you must learn it well."

"Hello everyone." Ye Lee laughed.

"Good morning, Mr Ye." The six of them said in unison.

Sometimes it's fair to say that the heavens are fair, but sometimes it's unfair to say that it's unfair.

"What's your name?" Ye Lee asked as he pointed to the girl in the first row with ponytail.

"Mr Ye, my name is Liu Yue'er."

The second one was a teenager who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen. His skin was a little dark, but his smile was very bright, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"My name is Zhang Tao."

The third was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and very thin.

"Mr Ye, my name is Zhang Tingting."

"..."

Ye Lee was older than them by six or seven years, so he was chatting with them.

What surprised Ye Lee the most was that they had already learned the Eight Trigrams Palm for a year at the earliest, and the latest was three months.

"Mr Ye, please train us. After half a month, we want to participate in a show." The pitch-black Zhang Tao said.

"Teacher Lin, please train us." All of the youths spoke out. Their eyes were sincere and filled with desire.

They did not have any teachers to guide them through, so they had to rely on themselves to figure out many aspects. The process was extremely difficult, and some parts were wrong.

Ye Lee was suddenly moved, looking at the faces that were brimming with vitality, "Alright, Mr Ye promises you!"

The next day.

Martial Arts Association.

Inside the dilapidated practice room.

"Raise your hands a little bit more, and retract your lower legs a little bit more. Don't step over so big."

"Your back is like an iron plate, you can't even bend it."

"Pull back the tip of your foot. Yes, that's it. Remember this."

Ye Lee specifically took out two hours in the morning to come to the association. It was almost 6, but they had arrived very early.

With how serious they were, especially seeing the determination in their eyes to participate in the performance and shine, Ye Lee naturally wanted to teach them wholeheartedly.

After practicing for an hour, Lin Fan told them to take a break and then sat around them, explaining the knowledge of the Eight Trigrams Palm to them. The children listened attentively, as it was very rare to find someone who could teach them this, so they were all full of energy and didn't want to miss a single sentence.

There were still fourteen days until the show. They had only learned a few moves previously, and they looked good, but weren't effective, so Ye Lee mainly wanted to correct their postures.

In such a short period of time, it was impossible for them to learn true skills. They could only memorize their movements and try to be more standard. After all, they weren't going to fight.

"Mr Ye, we are almost done resting. We can continue." Zhang Tao said with a smile.

Ye Lee laughed, "Brat, you really don't feel tired, why don't you ask others if they are tired or not?"

The children's faces were flushed and their foreheads were covered in sweat. They said in unison, "Mr Ye, we are not tired."

Lin Fan hadn't expected them to work so hard. This was a happy occasion, but he still kept a straight face and said, "I'm not tired, so I'll teach you guys a few acupuncture points. You guys relax your muscles and bones, don't hurt your body just because of being serious."

After saying that, he pointed at the black Zhang Tao, "Come and sit down, I'll massage you to relax. You guys will all be watching from the side. Later, we can massage each other to relieve the stress."

Ye Lee pressed on Zhang Tao's shoulder and pressed on a few more acupoints, letting the children see what happened, and then demonstrated it out for them to see.

Mr Ye, I can't take it anymore. Zhang Tao looked a bit uncomfortable and comfortable. It was hard to describe how his body felt. His body couldn't help but writhe as if he was being tortured.

The other children were watching curiously.

"Don't move." Ye Lee said.

After a while, Ye Lee had finished with a set of small massages, Zhang Tao panted and said, "Mr Ye, can we not learn this massage, it's too uncomfortable …"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Tao seemed to notice something, "Eh, why is my shoulder not sore? The feet too. "

They had been training hard for an hour, and the joints of their shoulders and legs were sore. If they continued, it might cause injuries and muscle strain, but strangely, after a few minutes of massaging, the soreness seemed to have completely disappeared.

Ye Lee smiled as if he expected it, "This is the benefit of massage."

When the few children saw it, their eyes became filled with worship. "Mr Ye, you really know a lot."