Lele glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Aren't there other uncles? Uncle Ye Wu's martial arts are quite good; let him teach you. Besides, mother can also teach you. There are plenty of people who can teach martial arts."
"But Uncle Ye Wu's martial arts are not as good as Uncle Ye Er's."
Ye Wu, who had snuck in early in the morning to deliver some items to Mingcui, accidentally heard this remark and instantly felt displeased. How could his martial arts not compare to Ye Er's? Ye Er's martial arts skills were considered great a few years ago, weren't they?
No, he was going to find Ye Er right now and challenge him to a contest!
"Mother can teach you."
"Mother, you only know external styles and not internal styles," Yangyang protested. "I want to learn both internal and external styles, and I want to delve deep into them."
