Atlas of Heaven and Earth-Chapter 212: The Old House

The man sitting across from him smiled gently and elegantly. "Let me introduce myself, Wen Tong , Head Instructor of Martial Combat at the Yangzhi City Patrol Bureau. The police officers like to call me Mr. Wen. I'm here on orders to protect Governor Zhu .

We've already determined that many members of your security team were planted by various large companies. I've taken care of them for you. You can rest assured."

Zhu Xian frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

Mr. Wen said very sincerely, "These companies are trying to influence and control your decisions. They planted people around you to ensure they can do business."

Zhu Xian also turned serious.

Mr. Wen smiled, stood up from his seat, "I won't disturb your meal any further. Rest assured, I'll be responsible for your security from now on. I'll ensure you arrive in Yangzhi City smoothly."

Zhu Xian seemed to be in a daze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized the person across from him was gone. All he could hear was the rhythmic sound of the train wheels and the sound of his assistant swallowing saliva. He looked outside and confirmed he was still on the moving train.

He thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the train car door, grabbed the handle, waited for a moment, and slowly opened it. He saw the security guards outside slumped against the train car walls, each with their head split open.

Moreover, the brain tissue inside looked charred and dried, still emitting hot steam. It was clear that sudden high temperatures had heated the entire brain tissue, causing the skull to crack.

The assistant, a local of Yang Zhi, went weak in the knees at the sight and said in terror, "Skull, Skull-Splitting Demon ..."

Zhu Xian took a few glances, closed the door, and returned to his seat. He pondered for a moment, took out the application form from below, quickly signed it, and said to the assistant, "Send it back."

Half an hour later, inside Wuyi Academy, Cheng Zitong immediately called Chen Chuan upon receiving the news, "Little Chuan , your application process is complete. I didn't expect the Mayor to approve your application while still on the train. It seems this Mayor is very supportive of Wuyi's work and has high expectations for you."

He said a few more words, hung up the phone, turned around, and saw his uncle Cheng Shang sitting there drinking tea, and said, "Second Uncle, look..."

Cheng Shang looked up and said, "I'm returning to the headquarters in the next few days, and I'll take his file and application with me. Zitong, you're not doing so well yourself, but this student you taught is quite good. It seems your father overlooked your abilities in this area. How about coming back with me this time?"

Cheng Zitong returned to his seat and scoffed, "The old man always has something to say about what I do, as if he's the most capable person in the world. Now he manages his students, and I manage mine. It's best if we don't interfere with each other."

Cheng Shang shook his head and said, "You two have the same temper, neither willing to give in first. Forget it, I won't interfere with you."

He slowly took a sip of tea, sighed, "Tea brewed with Yang Zhi's water is the best," then shook his head again, "The filtered water in Central City has no flavor."

Cheng Zitong chuckled, "Second Uncle, that's like someone who's used to eating meat saying meat isn't tasty."

Cheng Shang glared at him, then said in a deep voice, "Central City has many opportunities, but it also requires you to bear a lot. It's like there's always a hand pushing you forward, with no way to stop.

Even after arriving here, I'm still thinking about things in Central City, afraid of missing something during these few days in Yang Zhi, something that others know but I don't."

Cheng Zitong didn't take it seriously, "This kind of place is perfect for my student. I believe my student can adapt."

"Alright, I've heard you praise him so many times."

Cheng Zitong said unhappily, "I've only taught one such student, can't I praise him? The old man can praise his students, but I can't?"

Cheng Shang said irritably, "Whatever, I won't stop you. Anyway, I'm going back in a few days. Praise him however you want. But..." He said slowly, "The Main Academy isn't so easy to stay in. Whether he can stand firm depends on himself."

Inside the A-grade student dormitory, Chen Chuan returned from lunch with Luo Kaiyuan , Wei Dong and the others, and saw that the internal delivery box seemed full again, so he conveniently took out the letters inside.

Back in the dormitory, he flipped through them. Most were invitations to elective courses, except for one letter, which was sent by an Assistant Teacher Qiu .

He thought about it and remembered that this was the one who followed Old Mrs. Ni . He opened it and read the contents, which said that Old Mrs. Ni had some things to tell him, so she wanted him to visit when he had time.

What does Old Mrs. Ni want to see me about? Could it be about the Snow Emperor Blade? Thinking about it, that's the only thing it could be. If so, I need to be careful.

In the afternoon, he chose a suitable time and went to the Training Hall where Old Mrs. Ni usually stayed. After finding Assistant Qiu inside, the latter took him to the reception room, poured him a cup of tea, and told him to wait while she went to get the old lady.

After only five or six minutes, Old Mrs. Ni walked in from outside, leaning on a cane. Assistant Qiu was supporting her from behind. Chen Chuan stood up from his seat when he saw her.

Old Mrs. Ni said, "Sit, sit. Qiu, go outside and keep watch. I have something to tell this young man."

"Yes."

After Little Assistant Qiu went out, Old Mrs. Ni sat down in her seat and slowly said, "Young man, your mother's name is Yu Zhen , right?"

Chen Chuan glanced at her, nodded, and asked, "Does Teacher Ni know my mother?"

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It wouldn't be strange if they really knew each other. His predecessor's mother was also a Martial Artist and a local of Yangzhi City. She spent her youth in Yang Zhi, but now she suddenly called him over to talk about this, is there some connection between them?

Old Mrs. Ni said, "I know her. It's quite a coincidence. The master she followed to learn skills was my junior sister. About ten years ago, your mother entrusted something to her, telling her that if her child entered Wuyi in the future and had the opportunity to go to Central City, give this thing to him. If not, then forget it.

My junior sister, although she's not young, she's someone who can't stay idle. She's been abroad for the past ten years, so she entrusted this thing to me. Now that you have a chance to enter Central City, I'll return what's been placed here with me to you today, which will also ease my old heart."

As Old Mrs. Ni spoke, she placed a small package on the table, "Take it and have a look."

Chen Chuan stepped forward to take the item, discovering that it was very light in his hand, and the shape was like a notebook or something.

Teacher Ni said, "I haven't opened the contents inside, you can rest assured. I've lived a long life and am not interested in the affairs of you young people."

Chen Chuan said seriously, "I believe Teacher Ni ." He also asked, "Has Teacher Ni met my mother?"

Old Mrs. Ni nodded, "I've met her once. She was quite a beautiful and spirited young girl, very clever, but quite stubborn. I saw her sparring with her fellow disciples, losing more than ten times, but still gritting her teeth and standing up. However, each time she was able to gain a little more advantage. It's just that she still didn't win that time. It's said that there was another contest later where she won, but I didn't see it, which is a pity."

Chen Chuan nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you, Teacher Ni , for taking care of it for so many years."

"No need to thank me, my junior sister did give a safekeeping fee. If the time came and you didn't go to Central City, I would have destroyed these things as agreed."

Chen Chuan said, "Teacher Ni , if you can see this senior again, could you please pass on a thank you from this junior?"

Old Mrs. Ni said, "If I can see her again, I'll help you pass it on. Alright, I know you young people are impatient and don't like talking to old people like me. You should go back early."

Chen Chuan nodded, said goodbye to Old Mrs. Ni , and came out of the Training Hall. He thought about it, and now looking back, Old Mrs. Ni "s gift of the blade to him was probably not entirely because of the Monthly Exam incident.

He hurried back to the dormitory, closed the door, and unwrapped the small package, finding that the item was a notebook, filled with fragmented and damaged pages, unrelated to each other, and he couldn't discern any content.

At this moment, his heart stirred, because he recalled that there seemed to be a similar item in the old house, thinking that it seemed he had to return to the old house.

Before, he didn't go back because the cause of his predecessor's death was unknown, and at that time, he didn't have enough martial power to protect himself. But now he's received a new piece of protective gear, and...

After making a decision, he didn't act immediately, but waited until the holiday at the beginning of the month, put on all the protective equipment, and greeted familiar people, including Cheng Zitong , in advance. Then, carrying the Snow Emperor Blade, he rode out.

After leaving the city, he rode north for more than an hour and arrived near a small river bend. On the other side of the river, he saw a house. This was the old house left by his parents.

About half a kilometer away, there was also a Mansion, where Meng Shu used to live. However, her family only had servants and no adults, so the two children often played together back then because there were few houses nearby.

This place looks relatively remote, but the ground is relatively flat, and there is a wide road outside, which was built during the Great Reclamation and can still be used today.

Looking at the surrounding traces, it's been more than a year, and no one has come here.

He detoured to the downstream of the stream, found a road paved with pebbles at a shallow bay, rode over, and came to a stop in front of the house, looking up at it.

This is a pretty big house, with five rooms and a large living room. Outside, there is a corridor with eaves. In his memory, his predecessor often walked back and forth on the railing when he was a child.

And his predecessor was killed by a small pebble while on the corridor last time. Then, it was the incident of him coming.

He pushed the bike over, rested the kickstand outside, stepped onto the creaking wooden planks, came to the door, took out the key, opened the door, gently pushed it open, glanced inside, and walked into the house.