"Learn from the knife?"

Hearing Shao Zifeng's words, Tan Yingwei narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who asked you to come?"

"Li Tianwen."

Tan Yingwei paused his hand with a towel. He looked at Shao Zifeng seriously again, and then slowly spoke after a while: "Come with me."

"You fight, I have something to do." Tan Yingwei greeted his companions, and soon there was a banging sound of fighting again on the ring.

Following Tan Yingwei, they came to the small room at the innermost part of the training ground.

The moment I opened the door, a smell of sweat mixed with the old smell came to my face.

Shao Zifeng stretched his head and saw that various old training equipment were piled up in this small room, and there were also a pile of dusty training suits in the corner.

Tan Yingwei walked in without any concern, lowered his head and searched inside: "By the way, what knife do you want to learn?"

"Just cut it, the faster the better."

Tan Yingwei raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Don't you want to learn to kill a knife?"

Shao Zifeng shook his head firmly after thinking for a moment: "Don't learn."

The main force in the battle is Qiuqiu and others, so whether it is the "hidden front" or the "whale horn" is a life-saving trump card, he may not be able to use the murder knife.

"Okay." Tan Yingwei nodded readily, then pulled out a wide-top and narrow-bottomed mountain knife from the pile of debris, held it in his hand and handed it to Shao Zifeng: "If you practice a fast knife, use this."

Then he took out his cell phone from his pocket, scratched his thick fingers a few times, and asked without raising his head: "How long will it take to study, and when will he have time to attend class?"

"About two months, there is time all day."

"Yes." Tan Yingwei nodded, and quickly lit his fingers, raised his head and showed a smile to Shao Zifeng: "The tuition fee is 38,746 in total. If you pay it all at once, you will be charged an integer."

"Well. Even if you are 38,888 yuan, cash or transfer money?"

38888...

Shao Zifeng's face turned dark, what kind of fuck is this integer?

Wait, there seems to be something wrong.

Didn’t I be introduced by Li Tianwen to learn swordsmanship? Why do I still have to charge a fee?

no!

How can your life-long friendship be corrupted by money?

Thinking of this, in line with the sacred mission of safeguarding the military soul, Shao Zifeng gritted his teeth and said, "That, I am Li Tianwen introducing it..."

"I know you were introduced by Li Tianwen." Tan Yingwei looked at him with a strange smile when he heard this: "Don't you think we have a good relationship, do you?"

Ah this...

Shao Zifeng was stunned.

Or introduce business to your opponent?

Tan Yingwei leaned against the door frame with his arms folded with his arms, and his biceps were bulging high, as if he had thought of some bad experiences. He said with an upset expression: "Stop talking nonsense, don't learn a word."

Shao Zifeng gritted his teeth and said, "Learn!"

"Zhifubao received 38,888 yuan."

After collecting the money, Tan Yingwei's face obviously improved a lot.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will teach you my best if I collect your money."

"You can use this knife to show me a few tricks first, so I can develop a targeted training plan for you."

"It's okay to play?" Shao Zifeng looked a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's better to use a few tricks of your specialty." Tan Yingwei threw an encouraging look at him: "Don't worry, I promise I won't laugh at you."

Shao Zifeng took a deep breath and pulled out the hijab from the knife bag. At this moment, his eyes became extremely sharp, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Feeling this momentum, Tan Yingwei's face became serious.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands raised it over his head. Shao Zifeng shouted and chopped it down hard, and a cold light flashed through the sword...

In the room, Shao Zifeng maintained a downward slashing posture, and Tan Yingwei blinked: "It's gone?"

"Yes." Shao Zifeng stood there calmly, looking like a handsome man who was independent and independent.

"That's it?"

Tan Yingwei asked again without giving up, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

He pinched the beard on his chin and looked at Shao Zifeng with surprise: "Be good, your sword technique has nothing to do except flaws, you have gained some knowledge."

"Tsk tsk, Li Tianwen, that guy is afraid that he doesn't feel like he can't teach you, so he recommends you to me, hey..."

After hearing these words, Shao Zifeng felt a little worried: "I just said whether I can teach you or not, and I can't give you back the money."

"Okay, no, no." Tan Yingwei subconsciously clenched his phone, and then said in a little embarrassed manner: "The key is that you have no foundation at all, and you can't learn anything in two months."

"Then I don't care. I just pay the money to make myself faster, the faster the better." Shao Zifeng subconsciously shook his wrist while holding the shank knife. This was the habit he developed in the past few days of practicing knife.

"Quick." Tan Yingwei frowned and lowered his head to think for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by the shaking ridge: "I have a way, come with me!"

Following Tan Yingwei to the third floor, Shao Zifeng looked at the kitchen full of smoke in front of him and asked with a confused look: "Why did you bring me here?"

"Don't talk." Tan Yingwei pointed inside: "Look at that."

Shao Zifeng looked in the direction he pointed and saw a fat chef with at least 200 kilograms in the smoky kitchen. His white chef's clothes were covered with yellow oil stains, which looked very disgusting.

But Shao Zifeng was soon attracted by the kitchen knife in his hand. In his sight, the fat chef basically had no movement, but the sound of Dododo from the cutting board proved that he was indeed cutting vegetables.

Dong!

After a moment, the fat chef threw it away casually, and the kitchen knife flipped in the air a few times, and the tip of the knife was stably inserted into the colored board. Then he pushed it with his hand, and the complete green radish suddenly turned into shreds of radish and fell into the vegetable pot. The movements were flowing without a trace of stagnation.

At this time, he picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his sweat, and showed a honest smile at Tan Yingwei: "Boss Tan, why do you have time to come here?"

Tan Yingwei waved his hand without answering, turned to Shao Zifeng and said, "Hurry or not!"

"Quick!" Shao Zifeng nodded.

"Then why are you standing there if you don't practice yet?"

Shao Zifeng subconsciously walked to the cutting board and picked up a radish when he was about to cut it.

He looked at the radish on the cutting board, then at the cutting knife on his hand, and his face turned dark: "I spent 38,000 yuan, and then I will learn to cut vegetables?"

"It's not important to learn what you learn. The key is whether you can learn something." Tan Yingwei pointed to his head: "You have to learn fast knife but cannot do it. I rely on my own experience to help you find a solution. Isn't this money worth it?"

Shao Zifeng looked at him quietly with a dark face.

Tan Yingwei was a little guilty when he saw it: "You practice first, and you can master the way you exert force. At worst, I'm teaching you to order something else."

"What did you say?"

In fact, Shao Zifeng was also a little eager to try, but he thought it was too hasty.

But to be honest, if the fat chef can really cut vegetables, then the special effect of ice flower must not be tied into honeycomb coal for people.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with chopped vegetables.

(PS: The next chapter is about to enter the main plot.)
Chapter completed!