Chapter 829: Asking about the past
The person in the deepest part of the tent obviously felt the strange changes outside. The partition curtain in the spacious aisle was opened to both sides, and a tall figure appeared there.
Chen Chuan saw that this was a woman who looked to be only about twenty years old. Her hair was tied in a single ponytail that fell to her heels. She was over two meters and two meters tall, but her body was fit and well-proportioned. The muscles and bones in her body showed that they had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. Beneath her skin lay a strength as strong as flowing water.
This woman is the one who appeared in the memory potion. She looks no different from back then, which shows that her physical strength and power are always maintained at their peak.
Out of courtesy, he didn't continue observing with the mind and spirit of a fighter. After a glance, he looked away, nodded, and said, "Senior Fang."
Fang Zhuoying looked extremely surprised at this moment. Before this, Chen Chuan had sent him a telegram in advance, claiming to be Yu Zhen's son. He learned about her here from her senior sister Ni, so he wanted to visit her and ask her some questions.
At first, she thought that this junior was coming to her to learn fighting skills.
She remembered that Yu Zhen, this disciple, was quite talented and had a strong character, which she admired very much. Yu Zhen's son was able to come from abroad, and he might also be pursuing fighting skills. She thought that if he really had talent and perseverance, she would give him guidance and care.
But when the person actually stood in front of her, she realized that she was completely wrong.
Although the other party concealed the field on his body, she could feel a strong oppression from him, which made her shudder from deep within her body and mind.
This was a warning from the alienated organization, telling her to stay away from this extremely threatening person. This wasn't something she could control; instead, the deeper she trained in the alienated organization, the stronger this perception became. She had come into contact with similar people before, so she knew exactly what this meant.
She stared at Chen Chuan's handsome young face and his lacquer-like eyes, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "I never thought that Yu Zhen's son was actually a fighter!"
She said, "If I had known the fighter was coming, I should have made preparations earlier. I'm sorry." Having said that, she clasped her hands together and bowed to the front.
Chen Chuan leaned slightly to the side and clasped his fists in response, "Thank you for your courtesy, Senior."
Fang Zhuoying said very seriously: "Every fighter should be treated with adequate courtesy. This is our respect for skills and martial arts."
Fighters had a special status in the old times. They were usually given titles such as Wu Zong and Lu Xian by the people. They were the highest goals pursued by many fighting schools in the old times.
To reach this state, both the body and the mind have undergone hardships and tempering that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and have achieved true perfection.
Once one crosses this realm, one reaches an inhuman level, completely different from ordinary people. One can even be said to be another kind of creature. The usual rules of the past are not applicable to such people. When facing such people, the identity of an old friend or senior is nothing at all.
She and Yu Zhen have a teacher-student relationship, but not Chen Chuan. The latter has never received her favor or care. Chen Chuan is polite to her, but she herself cannot take it seriously, especially as a person with an extreme pursuit of the way of fighting, she will not allow herself to be rude in front of someone with such achievements.
She immediately wanted to close the pavilion, refuse to receive other guests, and then light up all the bowl-zan flowers in the pavilion. These flowers, which bloom only once every fifty years, are used to express admiration and respect for the distinguished guests.
Chen Chuan saw what she meant and immediately said, "Senior Fang, I came here for my own reasons and I don't want too many people to know."
Fang Zhuoying changed his mind and said apologetically, "I was inconsiderate."
With her experience, it was not difficult to understand that a fighter would not appear here for no reason. Maybe visiting her was just an excuse. She had also heard recently that there were some unclear issues between the Besa Khanate and the Dashun government, so the so-called matter might be related to the negotiations between the two countries.
She said solemnly, "Please come in and chat with me, Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan nodded, and walked into the inner tent as she greeted him, and sat down on a carpet seat with low armrests. Fang Zhuoying clapped her hands, and someone immediately brought up a silver wine jug and teapot, placed them aside, and lit incense.
In a place called Balktu, kumis and safflower tea are essential for entertaining guests, and they appear even at the most distinguished banquets. Of course, fighters usually don't drink alcohol, so she picked up the teapot, poured a cup of fragrant honey safflower tea for Chen Chuan, and then raised it to toast.
Chen Chuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. After putting it down, he said, "Senior Fang, I came here this time to ask you about my mother's past."
Fang Zhuoying asked, "Are you going to ask about Xiaozhen's past? Are you going to ask about her disappearance?"
"Senior, do you know?"
Fang Zhuoying said seriously, "If Mr. Chen wants to ask about this, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Although I was still in China at the time and heard about it, I didn't know the whole story.
I've taught many students, but I only guide them on the path of martial arts. I don't overly interfere or question their future paths. At the time, I heard that Xiaozhen was in charge of a security mission, apparently escorting an important figure. I don't know their identity, but I only know that they disappeared together. I heard this from other students, so this information may be distorted.
Chen Chuan nodded. This missing person was also something he needed to figure out next, but for now he needed to find another clue first.
He said: "I learned from some information left behind in the past that my mother had hired a teacher to teach me fighting skills, but this person never showed up. I thought if this person is still alive, he might know something.
From the information I've gathered, I've learned that this teacher and my mother are close friends, and they were very likely former students. This means they both studied under me. So, I'd like to ask you if you know which of my mother's former students she had a closer relationship with.
Fang Zhuoying paused for a moment and said, "Xiao Zhen was very strong-willed and had average relationships with many of her fellow disciples. However, there were two people who were very close to Xiao Zhen. They were a pair of siblings. The brother was He Ruihai and the sister was He Zhilan. The He family girl had average talent, but her perseverance was comparable to Yu Zhen's, and she was quite stubborn.
Her brother, He Ruihai, is more talented, practices diligently, has a solid foundation, and is a sincere and steady person. He and Yu Zhen were very close, and as far as I know, they often interacted with each other later. So if Xiaozhen ever found a teacher for you, and one of them was one of my students, it would have been one of them, or one of them.
Chen Chuan thought about it. Regardless of whether these two people were the teacher, they had a good relationship with his mother, but they had never come to see him after his parents disappeared. His aunt had never mentioned these two people either. There must be something going on.
Is it that they simply don't want to come, or is it to avoid some danger?
He asked, "Senior, do you know where these two are now?"
Fang Zhuoying said, "Before I left the country, I heard they had been abroad for a while, but I heard from some of my disciples in letters that they later returned to Dashun. I haven't had any contact with them for almost ten years."
She focuses on promoting her own fighting skills and concepts. She has taught at least hundreds of disciples in the past few decades, and she doesn't really care about how her disciples will develop in the future.
Although Chen Chuan was unable to get the exact whereabouts from her, he just wanted to know the specific name. After all, with a clear target, it would be much easier to find someone.
He thanked her and said, "Thank you, senior."
Fang Zhuoying said, "Mr. Chen, you're too polite. I'm just telling you something I already know. But there's something you can take back with you. Please wait a moment."
She stood up and went into the inner room at the back. After a while, she came out and handed a soft-sealed notebook to Chen Chuan.
"This is what your mother, Yu Zhen, wrote about her experience in martial arts when she was studying with me. When we parted ways, she left this notebook with me as a souvenir, but I think it would be more appropriate to give it to you."
Chen Chuan took it, opened it and took a look. The notebook was written in neat and beautiful handwriting. Every stroke was done carefully and deeply. Just from the notes, one could tell that the writer was a very serious girl.
He touched the slightly concave marks of the characters with his fingers, feeling the force, as well as the emotions and will conveyed by them. He couldn't help but feel a heartfelt intimacy and resonance in his body and mind.
He looked up and said, "Thank you, Senior. I'll take it back then."
Fang Zhuoying said seriously, "This should have been yours, Mr. Chen."
Chen Chuan then said, "When I came here just now, I saw the senior's disciples using a confrontational training technique. This set of techniques is very profound and should have been summarized and refined by our predecessors. After practicing this method to a deep level, the fighter will have an extremely strong physique and a strong spirit.
But all these changes actually revolve around one key principle: leaving no 'gaps.' Gaps are both about the continuity of fighting techniques and the inner spiritual cultivation. By eliminating these 'gaps,' one can break down the barriers between body and spirit, ultimately achieving a state of flawless perfection."
When Fang Zhuoying heard Chen Chuan mention fighting, her spirits lifted, her attitude became noticeably more positive, and a certain fanaticism emanated from her.
She said sincerely, "Mr. Chen is truly a martial artist. He immediately recognized the core of our style. That's right! The essence of our Wujian style lies in the word 'Wujian'."
Chen Chuanshuo said: "But I feel that there is still something missing."
…
…
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
