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

This morning was the day when he made an appointment with the fat man on WeChat to learn swordsmanship.

Last night, Zhang Wei searched the address with his mobile phone and found that he was quite deviant. If he set out later, he wouldn't be able to arrive at that place on time.

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

Chinese people give gifts! They only pay attention to such a great success and get a good start.

The problem is that when he went out, he met Boss Huang who stayed at home. Then, in Boss Huang's words, Comrade Goudan came easily anyway, so it's amazing that he would start to get some things temporarily.

So, the six and six major successes in Zhang Wei's hand immediately turned into Sanyang Kaitai.

However, Zhang Wei didn't care so much, and he didn't even intend to exchange it out; it was a gift! It was just to express his own feelings, and it would be fine if he had the intention.

Perhaps it is because Zhang Wei is such a young man who is carrying a special equipment like suona.

Along the way, he took the subway to change buses, and enjoyed a striking gift of attention during the continuous twists and turns.

After all, it is no longer a mysterious thing for the most famous musicians to recite a guitar, saxophone, etc. to wander around.

It’s a bit fresh and unconventional to carry such a local suona on his back.

Comrade Goudan, who has been in a long history, will naturally not have any turmoil in his heart if he pays such a level of attention.

Therefore, he did not realize that along the way, there were several people following him alternately, conveying his whereabouts in real time.

At the same time, many people had already used various means of transportation to gather in the direction he was moving...

At 8:55, Zhang Wei stood in front of an old yard that was a little old, looking at the signboard of the "Lu Fatty Sunset Red Folk Art Troupe" in front of him, and was a little lost like a sand sculpture.

Before he came over, he actually thought about what his identity and situation should be like now when he was with Tiger Master and was invincible in the Demon City.

He actually thought about the identities of the old godfather in society and the old master of the martial arts school.

The main reason is that he thought that it was impossible for every former boss to be as desolate as Tiger Master.

Only now after seeing this yard and signboard did he realize that this fat man might not be as comfortable as Tiger man.

At least, the luck of Tiger Master in his later years is that he is getting more and more popular as he gets older.

"Nothing else matters, I'm here to learn swordsmanship!" After warning himself like this, Zhang Wei pushed open the faint door and walked into the yard.

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

It was only after Zhang Wei shouted loudly that an old man came out of one of the rooms; just after a glance, Zhang Wei knew that the fat man he was looking for was this one.

That was an old man weighing at least 250 kilograms, but his hands and feet were extremely flexible.

According to the age of Tiger Master, this old man, who is at least 90 years old, may not have any geriatric diseases caused by obesity, but instead seems quite old and strong.

"You are the boy named Zhang Wei? He came quite on time." The old man looked at Zhang Wei and spoke first.

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

For this reason, Zhang Wei hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Hello, Fatty! This is a valuable little thing I brought to you, so that you can taste something fresh."

Speaking of these young people, they basically don’t know how to use it. This old-fashioned way of meeting and ceremonies.

However, Zhang Wei has long been accustomed to dealing with the elderly since he was a child, and he adopts such a rustic manner of ceremoniality.

However, when the old man, Fat Master, saw that Zhang Wei was so young, he could even show their way of greeting, his expression suddenly became much more kind.

"Have you eaten breakfast? If I haven't eaten, I still have some soy milk and fried dough sticks in my house?" Fat Master greeted.

After hearing this, Zhang Wei hurriedly returned: "I have already had breakfast, thank you for your concern." After that, he quickly handed over the convenience bag in his hand.

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

After igniting it, the old man took a sip of his chubby cheek, and a cigarette suddenly ignited half of his length.

With a look of enjoyment and aftertaste, Hu Ye simply got to the point: "Okay! You can use the sword technique you have learned first, and I'll see how to teach you."

"Oh!" After Zhang Wei agreed, he had no idea how to start.

This morning he had to squeeze into the subway and change to buses. Naturally, he was not so convenient to go out with a large blade and such controlled knives.

Now he doesn't even have a knife on hand, how should he use his sword technique, a hand knife?

Fortunately, Fatty, who had picked up a new cigarette on his mouth again, quickly realized Zhang Wei's embarrassment; so he picked up the half-brush behind him with his backhand.

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

I forcibly overcome the light broom, which was quite uncomfortable; and I also felt inexplicably shy when I waved a broom with a waving.

In general, the sword techniques Zhang Wei used this time showed at least 80% of his peak state.

At least if he evaluates himself, his speed, force skills and momentum are quite good.

If he had fought against life and death in actual combat, he could even challenge the challenge with such swordsmanship and win the final victory.

However, like a chimney, the fat man was constantly smoking from his mouth and nose.

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

He organized some language in his mind to give his own evaluation of Zhang Wei's sword technique:

"It's okay! The first sword is very amazing, but the ones behind it are a little bit too good. However, being able to practice such sword skills at your age is considered a genius."

"If I integrate my sword technique into it, it can basically solve the shortcomings of your sword technique being insufficient; then among the younger generation, you are definitely the strongest one, two."

After hearing Fat Master’s very professional evaluation, Zhang Wei immediately put away his previous contempt for the old man.

At the same time, I feel quite happy about being able to get the evaluation of "genius".

But after saying this, the tone of Fat Master's mouth changed: "But even so, your kid's achievements in swordsmanship will stop here; because there is a lack of a soul-like thing in your swordsmanship."

As soon as he involved the noble statement of "soul", Zhang Wei immediately felt unconscious.

He quickly asked respectfully: "Fat Master, I don't know how to practice so that the kind of soul you mentioned in the sword technique is included."

"This question is good!" Fat Master suddenly patted his thighs, and suddenly shouted loudly in a trembling fat.

He pointed at the suona on the ground with a big carrot: "That's not easy to deal with! You kid learn to play suona from me."

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

Mainly because of his insight, I really can't figure out what the noble sword soul has and the musical instrument of the suona that is playing this kind of rustic instrument.

So what! Isn’t this old guy cheating on himself?

The more I think about it, the more likely Zhang Wei feels that there are some old men these days are so bad...
Chapter completed!