Chapter 59 Snow King Sword
Assistant Qiu glanced at Lu Fang and the others, and seeing that they were basically fine, he walked out with Chen Chuan.
Lu Fang and the others watched in silence as Chen Chuan's figure gradually moved away. After a while, a member came over and said, "Deputy head, this..."
Lu Fang turned around and said, "Is everyone okay?"
The member said, "It's nothing. He held back. They're just minor injuries. They'll heal with some medicine."
Lu Fang sighed and said, "We were given the opportunity, but we didn't seize it. It's not good to continue to pester him. Maybe he's right. Without Xuan Xiang Jin, he might be able to reach a higher level."
Some people were still unconvinced and said, "How is that possible? Even the seniors couldn't do it back then, so how could he?"
Lu Fang waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Since we can't persuade him to change his mind, we can only wait."
"Waiting for what?"
Lu Fang said, "If he passes away peacefully and without so many thoughts, then that's all that can be done. It's a shame for his talent, but if he wants to take that step, perhaps we can try to help him secretly at that time."
Many students remained silent.
Lu Fang looked at everyone and said, "Okay, it's getting late, let's leave first. Jinghao, help send the injured students to the infirmary. Biyang, go get some club funds and buy some good medicine for the students who were injured today. Also, everyone should leave in batches."
After he made all the arrangements, everyone supported each other and left. Although they left in batches, they still attracted a lot of attention. Fortunately, it was common for fighters to get injured, so no one thought about it for a while. At most, they were a little surprised. Why were there suddenly so many injured seniors today?
When Chen Chuan followed Assistant Qiu to the hall, Feng Xiaoqi had also finished his exam, but he had already gone downstairs. Only Cheng Zitong and Old Lady Ni were left chatting.
Assistant Qiu came to Teacher Ni first and whispered a lot to her. The old lady listened for a while without saying anything, then looked at Chen Chuan and said, "Well, Xiaocheng, this is your student, a very energetic young man."
Cheng Zitong said, "Chen Chuan, this is Teacher Ni. He is your teacher and my elder. Please come and pay your respects."
Chen Chuan came up, bowed to Ni Xiaolin, and said, "Hello, Teacher Ni."
Teacher Ni was very satisfied. She looked at Chen Chuan again and asked, "Young man, what kind of weapon do you like?"
Cheng Zitong perked up and turned around to signal Chen Chuan to answer quickly.
Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Long sword."
Old Mrs. Ni gave an order to Assistant Qiu, and after a while, Assistant Qiu came out holding a long sword with a black scabbard.
She said, "You are a young man that has caught the old lady's eye, so I will give you a knife today."
Assistant Qiu walked up to Chen Chuan, held the knife upright, and handed it to him.
Chen Chuan didn't go to take it immediately, so Cheng Zitong said, "This is from the old lady. It's a gift for the younger generation. Please accept it."
Chen Chuan nodded in thanks to Assistant Qiu, then raised both hands to grasp the scabbard and took it. He felt a slight heaviness in his hands, as if the knife was heavier than he had expected. He bowed to Mrs. Ni and said, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Old Mrs. Ni smiled and said, "Young man, don't you want to take a look?"
Chen Chuan slowly drew his sword, and a bright light was reflected. When the entire blade was unsheathed, the room seemed to have a hint of chill out of thin air.
Cheng Zitong exclaimed in admiration, "What a fine knife!"
Old Lady Ni said, "Young man, do you think this 'Xuejun Knife' is suitable for your hand?"
Chen Chuan felt that the shape of this knife was a bit like the Ming Dynasty long sword he had seen in his previous life. There were fine silver lines wrapped around the handle, and the estimated length was about 1.6 meters.
At this moment, he turned his wrist and gently made a knife flower.
Just now he felt that this knife weighed more than ten pounds. Ordinary knives weighed only two or three pounds. Even students of Wuyi Academy would not use kilograms or more, but this knife was almost twice as heavy.
However, he had a "second self", so it was not difficult for him to hold the sword. In fact, it was not that Wu Yi's students could not use some overweight swords, but weapons that were too heavy would affect the center of gravity when held in the hands. Now this sword was just right.
He said, “It’s quite handy.”
Teacher Ni said, "When you were fighting in the back just now, Xiao Qiu took note of your size and your approximate strength. If you like long swords, this one is perfect for you now. However, you young people grow up quickly, so you may not be able to tell what you will be like in the future. Just make do with this for now."
Chen Chuan held the knife upright, clasped his fists towards her, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Teacher Ni."
Teacher Ni smiled and said, "As for me, my family used to run a weapons shop. Although I don't have the skills now, my vision is still good. There are still many weapons left at home. I can't use them now that I'm old, so I thought I'd give them to you young people."
Chen Chuan expressed his gratitude again.
At this time, Assistant Qiu glanced at the time and whispered to her, "Master, it's time to take the medicine."
Old Mrs. Ni nodded slightly, picked up her cane and stood up, saying to Chen Chuan: "Young man, keep it, it will be useful."
Cheng Zitong also quickly stood up.
As Old Lady Ni leaned on her leg and walked inside, she muttered, "People are people, and knives are knives. We must separate."
After Cheng Zitong watched her leave, he said to Chen Chuanshuo, "Let's go too."
Chen Chuan said: "Good teacher."
After the two of them came out and got in the car, Cheng Zitong said while fastening his seatbelts, "This old lady is amazing. When she told me what happened, I was a little annoyed. Now that you've passed the exam, she's giving you a knife. Teacher, not only am I not angry now, I even want to thank her."
Seeing that Chen Chuan didn't say anything, he said, "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Chuanshuo said, "Teacher, just now when I was with Teacher Ni, it felt like we were still in the old times."
It felt like when I was talking to Mrs. Ni, the surrounding atmosphere and the people seemed to have fallen into a bygone era. It was not until I walked out and looked at the heavy buildings outside that I felt like I was back in the present.
Cheng Zitong was stunned for a moment, then looked ahead and said with emotion, "When people get old, they tend to reminisce about the past and become immersed in it. There are circles everywhere in the world. There are circles inside and outside the school, there are circles between teachers, there are circles between students, and there are circles within people's hearts. But don't be trapped by them. Find a way to break free. Otherwise, you will be too narrow-minded and unable to see the whole world."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Teacher is right."
Cheng Zitong started the car and drove to the dormitory, saying, "Since Mrs. Ni gave you this knife, you must learn the knife skills, otherwise it will be useless. I will teach you a set of basic knife skills later."
Chen Chuanshuo said, "Thank you, teacher. It's just that I don't have a weapon permit, so I can't take it outside."
Cheng Zitong said, "So you have to find a way to get your weapons license as soon as possible. This license is more important than you think. Although there are some special circumstances where you can still get a permit, you must first learn knife skills so that you can use your weapons after getting the license.
By the way, you can start doing some delegated tasks in the next two days. Prepare first, and I will find someone to guide you through the three delegations required for registration."
Chen Chuan said: "Okay, teacher, I'll wait."
In an office at the highest point of the school's administrative office building, the white-haired old man was practicing calligraphy. Papers were hanging on the wall. He was holding the end of a two-meter-long brush with three fingers and writing calmly.
The young student walked in and waited for a while before saying, "Teacher, those students lost, didn't they..."
The white-haired old man waved his arm, and a sharp hooked edge suddenly appeared there. He stepped back a few steps, looked at it with satisfaction, and said, "No need to meddle with it. The knife has been polished, and someone will naturally sharpen it."
"Yes, teacher."
At Beifeng Manor Villa, the recommended students also learned the results of the training hall.
Someone asked in surprise, "Zhou Yuan Jin Fa? Does the academy have this kind of Jin Fa?"
Senior Jiang gave instructions to the follower behind him, and the latter left quickly. Not long after, he came back and respectfully handed over a somewhat old copy of the Zhou Yuan Jin Fa.
He took it in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and read it for a long time. He had originally thought that there was some secret hidden in this method, but after reading it for a long time, he found that it was just a book of whimsical methods. He threw it aside and said, "Rubbish."
One of the recommended students also took a look at it, and soon revealed a look of disdain. Then, he said with a bit of gloating, "He chose this? How desperate is he?"
Senior Jiang narrowed his eyes and said, "Even though he has rejected Xuan Xiang Jin, he has defeated so many senior students in just one month of enrollment. It seems we still need to keep an eye on him."
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(End of this chapter)
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