Early in the morning, Zhang Wei walked out of the gate of the General Administration of Shenwang with a newly bought suona in his left hand and three old knife cigarettes and three bottles of vodka in his right hand.

This morning, it was also the day when he agreed with the fat man on WeChat to learn knife skills.

Last night, Zhang Wei temporarily searched for the address with his mobile phone, and found that it was still relatively remote, and if he set off later, he really couldn't get to that place on time.

Originally, in the convenience bag in Zhang Wei's right hand, there were six cigarettes and vodka.

Chinese people give gifts! Just pay attention to such a 66 or 6 Shun, and ask for a good fortune.

The problem is that when he went out, he met Big Guy Huang who stayed at home, and then, in Boss Huang's words, this thing is easy for Comrade Dogan to come anyway, so it's great to start some time again.

As a result, the six or six Shun that Zhang Wei was carrying in his hand immediately became Sanyang Kaitai.

However, Zhang Wei didn't care so much, and he didn't even plan to redeem the meaning of the point;

Maybe it's because Zhang Wei is so young and carrying special equipment like suona.

Along the way, he took the subway to change the bus, and enjoyed a remarkable attention in the continuous tossing and turning.

After all, it is not a mysterious and uncommon thing for the number one musician this year, carrying a guitar, saxophone or something.

But carrying such a earthy suona on his back is a bit fresh and refined.

Comrade Goudan who has been in the wind and clouds for a long time, for such a level of attention, naturally there will be no waves in his heart.

Therefore, he didn't notice that along the way, there were several people behind him who were constantly following him alternately, transmitting his whereabouts in real time.

At the same time, a lot of people have passed through various means of transportation and gathered in the direction of his advance......

At 8:55, Zhang Wei stood in front of an old courtyard that was some years old, looking at the signboard of the 'Lu Fat Man Sunset Red Folk Art Troupe' in front of him, like a sand sculpture, a little distracted.

Before he came over, he actually thought about what kind of identity and situation this fat man who was invincible in the magic capital with the tiger master back then, should be now.

The identity of the old godfather in the society, the old owner of the martial arts hall, etc., he has actually thought about it.

The main reason is that he thinks that it is impossible for every former boss to be as desolate as the tiger master.

It's only now that he sees this yard and signboard that he knows that maybe this fat man is not as moisturized as the tiger master.

At least the peach blossom luck of the tiger master in his later years has the appearance of getting older and more popular.

"Nothing else matters, I'm here to learn knife skills!" After admonishing himself, Zhang Wei pushed open the hidden gate and walked into the courtyard.

The empty yard is quiet, as if no one lives here.

It was only after Zhang Weiwei shouted a few times that an old man walked out of one of the rooms, but after a glance, Zhang Wei knew that the fat man he was looking for was this one.

It was an old man who weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, but his hands and feet were unusually nimble.

According to the age of the tiger master, this old man who is at least ninety years old does not have any geriatric diseases that may be caused by obesity, but he looks quite old and strong.

"You're the kid named Zhang Wei? The old man glanced at Zhang Wei and spoke first.

From his tone, it was proved that he was indeed the fat man.

For this reason, Zhang Wei hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Hello fat man! This is a little worthless little thing for you to taste fresh." ”

In other words, the young people of this year basically don't know how to use it, this old-fashioned way of meeting and saluting.

But Zhang Wei has followed Zhang Lao Dixian since he was a child, but he has long been accustomed to dealing with the elderly, and he adopts such a way of saluting that looks like a turtle.

It's the old man who is fat, when he sees a young man like Zhang Wei, he still has this way of courtesy, and the expression on his face suddenly became much kinder.

"Have you had breakfast, if you haven't eaten, I still have some soy milk fritters in the house?" the fat man greeted.

After Zhang Wei heard this, he hurriedly returned: "I've already had breakfast, thank you for your concern." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly handed over the convenience bag in his hand.

The old man was not polite, and after taking the bag, he directly opened a pack of cigarettes in front of Zhang Wei.

After igniting it, the old man took a hard puff on his chubby cheek, and suddenly a cigarette burned off half of its length.

With an expression of enjoyment and aftertaste, Hu Ye directly and simply got to the point: "Okay! You first show the knife skills you have learned, and then I will see how to teach you." ”

"Oh!" Zhang Wei agreed, but he was a little at a loss to start.

This morning, he needed to squeeze the subway all the way, and he had to change buses or something, so naturally it was not so convenient to go out with a big blade and such a controlled knife.

Now that he doesn't even have a knife in hand, how can he use his knife skills and hand knives?

Fortunately, the fat man who picked up a new cigarette in his mouth quickly realized Zhang Wei's embarrassment, so he picked up the half-broken broom behind him with his backhand.

He handed it over quite enthusiastically, and said at the same time: "Come, just use this......"

Forcibly overcame the fluttering broom, which was quite uncomfortable, and when holding a broom and waving it, the inexplicable shyness of the sand sculpture was the same.

In general, Zhang Wei's knife skills this time at least showed eighty percent of his peak state.

At least if he evaluates himself, he is quite good in terms of knife speed, power skills, and momentum.

If it were in actual combat and life-and-death struggle, he would even be able to leapfrog the challenge with such a knife technique and win the final victory.

However, like a chimney, the fat man who keeps smoking in his mouth and nose.

After watching Zhang Wei's hard-working knife technique, the expression on his face was a little noncommittal.

He organized some language in his heart, and only then did he give his own evaluation of Zhang Wei's knife technique:

The first knife is very amazing, but the latter ones are a little less tasteful, but it is a genius to practice such a knife technique at your age. ”

"If you fuse my sword technique into it, you can basically solve the shortcomings of the lack of power behind your sword technique, then in the younger generation, you kid is definitely the strongest one or two. ”

After hearing the fat man's quite professional evaluation, Zhang Wei immediately put away his previous contempt for this old man.

At the same time, I still feel quite happy to be able to get the evaluation of 'genius'.

It's just that after saying this, the tone of the fat man's mouth changed: "But even so, your kid's achievements in knife skills stop there, because there is a soul-like thing missing in your knife skills." ”

As soon as it came to the lofty term 'soul', Zhang Wei immediately had a feeling of not being aware of the calendar.

He hurriedly asked respectfully: "Fat master, I don't know how to practice in order to have the kind of soul you said in the sword technique." ”

"That's a good question!" the fat man slapped his thigh suddenly, and suddenly shouted in a big voice in a burst of fat trembling.

His carrot-like thick fingers pointed at the suona on the ground: "That's not easy to do! It's enough for you kid to learn to play suona with me." ”

After hearing this, the poor boy was a little confused.

Mainly with his knowledge, he really can't figure out what the tall sword soul has to do with the suona, the musical instrument that blows this kind of turtle, and what is the inevitable relationship between the two.

What's that, isn't this old guy cheating on himself?

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Wei felt that there were some possibilities, and there were many old men who were bad and ruthless these days......