Great Cookery God System

Swordsman from the East

Song Yang is lying on the floor. He looks at Ye Chen's palm with his swollen little eyes. He looks at Ye Chen's eyes again. For a long time, he doesn't speak.

"If you hire me, you'll regret it sooner or later." Song Yang eyes complex said.

Ye Chen look proud disdain to smile, "I never regret, but most like to let others regret."

"Cut." Song Yang curled his lips, as if laughing at Ye Chen's boasting, but the next second, he stretched out his hand to Ye Chen and gently grasped Ye Chen's palm.

After a long time, when Song Yang thought of his decision, he always said half jokingly, "I just want to see how the child will die."

However, the real reason is that only Song Yang himself knows why he chose to be employed by Ye Chen, just because he saw the respect for men from ye Chen's eyes.

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In the hall of a family, on the neat parquet floor, two strong men in Japanese rattan are facing each other.

They both held wooden samurai swords in their hands. Through their helmets, they looked at each other closely and did not give in.

"Ha

Almost at the same time, two people hold the knife at the same time, step forward, and chop up quickly and fiercely. Their actions are so fast that they have already fought each other for ten or twenty knives in a flash.

On the outskirts of the area where the two men fought, a dozen young men in blue Kendo clothes knelt down in a circle, staring at the game.

"Ha With a violent drink, a rattan warrior opened his opponent's weapon with a knife, knocked his opponent's chest heavily with the handle of the knife, and knocked his opponent down on the ground.

Although there are many genres of Japanese Kendo, basically, all Kendo practitioners attach great importance to the speed of hand. The core of their daily training is reflected in the three words "fast, accurate and ruthless". Therefore, their battle will always end in a very short time. If they don't win quickly, they will soon lose.

Although the two rattan warriors fight for a short time, they can only win by 30 or 40 moves, which has proved that their strength is very close. To this extent, it depends on luck and the opponent's state to win.

The winner takes off his helmet and shows a face that shows a little vicissitudes. He goes to the loser and laughs, reaches out his hand and pulls the loser up.

The loser got up from the ground and took off his helmet. His face was pale and he was sweating. It was obvious that he had done his best just now. He looked at the middle-aged man who had knocked himself down. He bowed his head humbly and said, "master."

"Feng Jun, you have made rapid progress." The middle-aged man chuckled and nodded with satisfaction.

The one who was defeated in the contest was the underground vassal of Wujiang City, Feng Tao, who had the title of black dragon. He had high attainments in kendo, and his master was a Kendo expert from Japan.

In Japan's Kendo circle, this middle-aged man's identity is very famous. He once won the all Japan Kendo championship, and has the title of Kanagawa tiger tooth. If the name of "Chiba Zhengyu" is mentioned, most Japanese youth will always give a thumbs up and shout that it is the idol from Kanagawa.

"Ha ha." Chiba is patting Feng Tao's face, he said with a smile, "Feng Jun, do you know? Fame and wealth are like the leaves in the wind, while human beings are like the leaves in the wind. Only by truly putting down the leaves can the wind be free. "“ Hi Feng Tao nodded solemnly, but he didn't take the old man's words to heart. He said in a standard Japanese Kanto accent, "thank you for your instruction."

Chiba Zhengyu seems to know that Feng Tao is perfunctory, but he doesn't care. He shakes his head and says, "I'm getting older and I don't want to leave my hometown any more. I'm invited by Beijing to come to China to lead the team. Maybe it's the last time I leave Japan in my life. Feng Jun, if you want to have a sake with me in the future, Then I'll wait for you under the cherry trees in Kanagawa. "

"Master..." Feng Tao opened his mouth, but he didn't say much. He could only nod his head with dignified expression and said, "I will go."

"I hope so." Chiba Zhengyu seems to be a little sad. Feng Tao is one of his most satisfied disciples, although he is a Chinese

However, he is still liked by the old swordsman. It is a pity that the master and apprentice are separated from each other.

"Master, are you tired? If you're tired, I've arranged the room. You can go and have a rest Feng Tao said respectfully.

Chiba Zhengyu moved his shoulder and said with a smile, "it's ok if you don't say it. When you say that, my lazy bone starts to complain again. Ha ha, after all, it can't compare with you young people."

"Master is joking." Feng Tao took the wooden knife and helmet in Chiba's hand and said, "when you won the all Japan Kendo championship, you have proved that you are the strongest man in Japan."

"Ha ha." Chiba just waved his hand and said, "in China, there is an old saying that heroes are not brave in those years, but they are old. They are not as old as they used to be."

Feng Tao said solemnly, "master, there is another saying in China, which is that the sword is not old. In my opinion, master can at least lead our brothers to continue to walk in kendo for another 50 years."

"Ha ha ha." Feng Tao's words obviously made Chiba Zhengyu very happy. He laughed and pointed to Feng Tao. "Feng Jun, if your samurai sword can be more sharp than your mouth, then I will definitely lose miserably just now."

Feng Tao also laughs with Chiba Zhengyu, and then you and I chat for a long time. Chiba Zhengyu is old after all, and his spirit is not as good as that of young people. Just now, after another round of practice with Feng Tao, he gradually gets tired.

"I'll help you to rest." Seeing his master's tiredness, Feng Tao said tentatively.

Chiba Zhengyu shook his head and said, "no, I'll go myself. You can stay with your brothers. After all, you haven't seen each other for a long time. You need to communicate with each other."

Feng Tao bowed and bowed, respectfully obeyed, "Hi!"

Under the leadership of one of Feng Tao's subordinates, the old swordsman wandered out from the door. When Chiba Zhengyu was far away, Feng Tao was relieved and walked past his ten or so martial brothers with a smile.

"Don't worry, Feng Jun. I haven't seen you for seven years."