Chapter 2

Looking at Gao Jun, who had run away, Feng Yan spat with disdain and said: "bah, the thing that can help others. Don't take Zhang Ye to heart. He's a mad dog. "

"I'll be fine, sister Yan'er." Zhang Ye shook his head with a smile.

"But Ono, you were really good just now. I didn't find that you could fight so well before." Feng Yan said with a smile, a little meaningful.

"Where can I fight? Sister Yan'er, don't make fun of me." Zhang Ye looked down at the dirty water all over his body and the bruise on his arm, and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"Ah! Do you have any pain in these injuries? Let's go to the hospital. " Feng Yan concerns of gather together to come over, stretch out a hand to want to pick Zhang Ye's clothes to look in.

Zhang Ye was startled by Feng Yan's bold action. He quickly dodged and said, "sister Yan'er, I'm ok. I think it's late. You'd better go home, or you won't be able to get a taxi. "

"Well Well, since you're OK, I'm relieved. I'll tell sister Yan'er if you have something to do in the future, and I'll show you. " Feng Yan said very atmospheric.

"Good." Zhang Ye nodded gratefully.

Half an hour later, he finally cleaned the kitchen thoroughly, which wiped the sweat on his forehead.

But instead of rushing home, he went to the chef's special console and took out a box of exquisite knives from the cabinet below.

Clean, sharp and bright knives give people a sense of forest.

He knows that this top-level cutting tool is the favorite of chef Bai. It is forged from Damascus steel, which has long been lost. The Mohamed pattern on it is like a mysterious totem, which is particularly charming.

Moreover, Zhang Ye has heard that chef Bai's kitchen knife is an antique, which has been handed down for hundreds of years at least.

He works until the latest day, so that when there is no one in the kitchen, he can take out this set of valuable famous knives to enjoy.

"If I can be a world-class chef in my life and have such a perfect set of knives, it will be worth my death."

Hum!

His second-hand Shanzhai machine hummed and vibrated. Looking at the caller ID, it was his girlfriend Yue Yao who warmed his heart.

Yue Yao and he came from hard times when they were young. They were classmates from junior high school to university, and they were childhood friends.

Zhang Ye smiles and answers the phone: "Yao Yao, do you miss me?"

There was a silence on the phone.

"Yao Yao, are you busy?" He asked again, but a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Zhang Ye, let's break up." Yue Yao said coldly.

What?

Zhang Ye's smile froze, only feel a kind of illusion.

"Ha ha, Yao Yao, this joke is not funny at all."

"Jokes? You think I'm telling you a joke? Yes, I'm a big joke with you. " Yue Yao sneered.

"But, why, what's wrong with me? Don't I love you enough? " Zhang Ye almost roared out.

"Love me? Don't you think that's funny. Do you know how much the watch huishao gave me today is worth? You can't afford to be a handyman in a hotel all your life. "

Yue Yao's voice was raised several degrees, with a strong disdain in her tone.

"And you? I'm afraid I'll just work as a handyman in a hotel and daydream as a world-class chef. "

"That's my dream." Zhang Ye's hand holding the mobile phone was tight for a few minutes.

"Ha ha, you still dream. You are so funny. You are just a cook in the kitchen and serve the rich. It seems that you are so amazing." Yue Yao's indifferent voice is like a thorn, which plunges into Zhang Ye's heart.

World class chef.

It was his dream growing up.

He never thought that his girlfriend should look at himself like this, a man who can only serve the rich?

"Zhang Ye, listen to my advice, go back to the countryside, marry a rural wife and live a good life. Don't fool around in Nanjiang city. I'm also for you. After all, you and I are not in the same world any more. "

Yue Yao's voice is very calm, but Zhang Ye's ears are so harsh.

"Yao Yao, you have really changed." Zhang Ye said with a bitter smile.

"I haven't changed. I just see the society clearly. Well, I've made myself clear. From today on, we don't want to see each other again. I don't want to be misunderstood by my boyfriend. "

Pop!

The phone was hung up coldly.

"Can money really surpass everything?"

Zhang Ye's face was expressionless, and he made a self mockery at the corner of his mouth. His hands were tightly clenched, and his slightly sharp nails penetrated deeply into his palms.

A touch of blood trickled out of his fingers, just dripping on the set of antique knives.

It's broken!

Zhang ambition in a surprise, hurriedly want to wipe off the blood on the knife, but was surprised to find that the sharp knife actually like a sponge to his own blood beads sucked clean.A blood sucking knife?

He was stunned for a moment, but the knife suddenly burst out a very cold light, and the endless pressure came to him.

Zhang Ye suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, his face pale holding his head, everything in front of him also blurred, and gradually became a completely strange scene.

At this time, he was standing alone in the black wilderness, where he could not see the edge. In front of him was a huge round altar.

This, this is where.

Zhang yeqiang pressed the fear in his heart. As he climbed up the altar step by step, his face turned pale and his pupils contracted sharply.

On the altar, a huge coffin was quietly and strangely displayed in front of his eyes. The dark blue main body showed a desolate and desolate atmosphere, which made his scalp numb.

The four walls of the coffin are densely engraved with characters absolutely different from modern Chinese. The shape of the coffin is simple and desolate, and it exudes strong prestige.

But I don't know why, Zhang Ye can understand it completely.

He read curiously, and the magnificent life of a powerful monk unfolded in his mind like an epic.

The sixth generation leader of liantian sect, the first master of food refining in the world of cultivation, Xinglin medical saint and Jiujie great friar, only a little short of the same life, but finally died in the betrayal of his disciples.

These words record not only his life, but also his inheritance.

Just when Zhang Ye finished reading the last word, massive memory fragments suddenly gushed out in the text, and the huge waves rushed into his mind.

"Ah..."

Zhang Ye felt that his head was torn open by life. He rolled his eyes and fell on the ground.

It was more than five o'clock the next morning.

Zhang Ye wakes up and slowly opens his eyes, which are the ceiling of the hotel kitchen.

"I'm not dead yet."

He was stunned and suddenly sat up.