Although Mo Tie had already eaten a table of food and wine at a street shop, his appetite was as bottomless as his strength, so he happily took his seat.

"My dear nephew, after Shen Lian's mother passed away, I saw that there were too many servants in the family, so I let them all go out, leaving only Lao Chang, who has been with me for half my life. I usually eat outside or fool around at home. It's unlucky for you to come here. I came back late today, and Lao Chang didn't prepare anything, so I had to treat you to some food from outside. However, the chef at Zhiweilou is really good at cooking, and Shen Lian has loved to eat since he was a child."

Mo Tie said with a smile: "Whatever uncle said, I should be the one to bother you. According to me, there is no need to spend so much money. The three of us can deal with it casually."

The two looked at each other and smiled, both understanding what the other meant.

Old Shen was not stupid. A piece of blood-stained cloth and Shen Lian's "explanation" almost made it clear that Mo Tie was a deserter.

But he greeted Mo Tie warmly, and as soon as Fang sat down, he didn't ask about his origins or mention the military. He only said that Shen Lian also liked to eat the food at Zhiweilou, indicating that he agreed with the "taking care of one or two" mentioned in Shen Lian's letter.

Mo Tie said something polite, and then used words such as "Master San" to express his willingness to believe in Lao Shen's character.

Of course, Lao Chang felt that this was a very ordinary conversation and nothing special. He just had to wait for the food.

Zhiwei Restaurant is indeed famous for its food and wine. Just on the way, Mo Tie heard someone making an appointment at Zhiwei Restaurant, but it was hard to find one.

The taste is moderate, and it seems that Lao Chang asked the chef to make it specially. After all, he didn't know where Mo Tie was from and whether he was used to the cuisine of the capital.

Lao Shen watched Mo Tie devour the food with big mouthfuls, and suddenly remembered Shen Lian when he was a child. That boy didn't like to eat since he was a child. He was born thin, always bullied, and had few friends, so he developed the boring temperament he has now.

Unexpectedly, my first friend was made on the battlefield.

Lao Shen once went on an expedition as a member of the army's imperial guard, and he had heard a lot about the intrigues in the army, and he also knew that fateful friendship was not as simple as words.

"My dear nephew, Shen Lian said that you have a lot of martial arts, but I wonder where you learned from?" Old Shen suddenly said, and without waiting for Mo Tie's response, he continued, "My Shen family also has some experience in martial arts, and I would like to ask my dear nephew for some advice. "

Mo Tie was stunned, what does this mean?

"Uncle, Brother Shen is exaggerating. I only have some strength, but my martial arts skills are completely useless."

"Oh?" Lao Shen was a little surprised and said, "It doesn't matter, let's make signs after dinner."

Then he picked up the cup, not allowing Mo Tie to refuse.

Mo Tie finished the rest of the meal in confusion, wiped his mouth and said, "Uncle, I've finished eating."

"Okay, you come with me."

…

The backyard of Shen Lian's house was quite large, so Old Shen turned it into a martial arts training ground, with some different weapons placed on both sides.

Lao Shen picked up a simple sword and said, "My dear nephew, if you need any weapons, feel free to use them."

"OK."

Mo Tie didn't know much about weapons. He looked around and didn't know which one was better. Besides, he had almost the same shape with any of them, so he simply picked a long knife that was similar in shape to the knife he picked up from the battlefield. .

"Xiu Chun Dao... my nephew has a good eye!" Old Shen said with a smile.

"Ah?" Mo Tie lowered his head and turned over the practice knife in his hand, "Is this the famous Xiuchun Knife?"

Lao Shen didn't interrupt him. He waited until he had read it three or five times before saying, "My dear nephew, watch your moves."

When Mo Tie heard this, he held his knife in front of him as a precaution.

Lao Shen slashed Huashan with a top-down force, but it actually contained a weak force. If Mo Tie panicked, he could immediately retreat with his sword.

Mo Tie had super nerves and could clearly see Lao Shen's knife and dodge it.

Old Shen was a little surprised, but before the force of the knife became stronger, it turned into a crosscut midway.

Mo Tie also saw it, but he was avoiding it. If he wanted to avoid Lao Shen's second knife, he would have to wait until the second foot landed. But by then, Lao Shen's knife must have been able to touch his left arm.

.

Helpless, Mo Tie had no choice but to wave his knife and go from bottom to top to intercept Lao Shen.

He had heard Old Shen say that he wanted to compete in martial arts, so he decided not to use brute force, but to use "martial arts". However, he really didn't know how much force he should use to block Old Shen's sword without causing Old Shen's tiger's mouth to explode.

numb.

So, a little less first?

"clang."

Mo Tie covered his face, like this again.

Old Shen Ze looked at the broken knife in his hand in surprise, smiled awkwardly and said, "My good nephew is really, well, very brave."

Later, after Mo Tie's explanation, Lao Shen understood Mo Tie's abnormality.

"My dear nephew, you said that you cut a spearman into two pieces, including him and his gun?"

Yes.

"You also cut off a golden soldier's thigh bone directly from the hip?"

That's right.

"Did you use an ordinary embroidery spring knife?"

I'm not sure. By the way, uncle, I brought it back. It's in the dining room in the front yard.

Old Shen took Mo Tie's long knife from Old Chang and pulled it out.

"Qiang!"

"A good knife." Old Shen touched the spine and edge of the knife and said, "My dear nephew, this is the Xiuchun knife from Jinyiwei Baihu. It has special craftsmanship and high quality."

Mo Tie suddenly realized, no wonder this knife is so sharp, it can cut people with bones without fail.

"However, only the wise nephew with such amazing force can cut off the man's ribs and vertebrae after cutting off the Jinren's standard iron spear." Lao Shen boasted.

Mo Tie scratched his head, but he was too strong to do anything.

"It's just, my dear nephew, the way you use the knife is really... I'm afraid you have only seen the kitchen knife used by family members for cooking before, right?"

This is indeed true. Uncle, what do you mean?

Growing up, Mo Tie lived in a peaceful new century, and of course it was impossible to see anyone using a knife other than a kitchen knife in real life.

"My dear nephew, you look like a fake cook with your embroidered spring knife." Lao Shen pointed out mercilessly.

"I really believe now that you have never learned any martial arts."

I've told you a long time ago, it's better not to break up when people are in trouble.

"Haha, nephew, what do you think of my Shen family's martial arts skills? Old Shen said with a smile.

Suddenly, Mo Tie understood. No wonder, before the meal was finished, Old Shen had asked to discuss with him. It turned out that he had long been prepared to use the Shen family's kung fu as a reward for Mo Tie saving Shen Lian.

It's just that it's not easy to just say "I'll teach you Kung Fu", just say that the two of them will learn from each other.

"Uncle, Brother Shen and I hit it off right away and have no other intentions." Mo Tie was confused.

Ancient people valued inheritance the most. If he, a person with a foreign surname, learned the martial arts of the Shen family, Old Shen would also have to bear the criticism of his family.

"Don't worry, my dear nephew, Shen Lian and I are each doing our own thing. I just can't bear to see you wasting your excellent talent."
Chapter completed!