C2 Teacher Seeking

The Chen family was known as the Yingchuan aristocratic family. From the time of Chen Qi of the Taiqiu Dynasty, Chen had been living in Yingchuan and Xu Changcheng, which was a hundred years old. Chen Yin had two sons, the eldest son Chen Chao, who traveled with his brother, Chen Ji and Qi De, and was known as the "Three Monarchs." He had been summoned by the imperial government many times, and the two brothers were equally matched with a flock of wild geese. Chen Chen was born as Sikong rafter, died young, son Chen Zhong, two sons, eldest son Chen Qian, born by concubine, second son Chen Yu, known as Ying Chuan Fool.

It was very rare to see snow in Ying Chuan during this early spring season. This snow was just like Chen Yu's current state of mind and was extremely cold, just like how his father had just given his elder brother, Chen Qian, a crown ceremony. This meant that Chen Qian was already an adult and could bear the burden of the family, and his father's actions were no doubt raising Chen Qian's status, hinting to the world that Chen Qian would become his successor.

As the eldest son of the family, the one who performed the Weak Crown Bestowal was supposed to be him, but now … Chen Qian had undoubtedly completely replaced him in the Chen family, so what was he then? So in the eyes of others, he was just a pile of mud that would never be able to support himself up the wall. Could it be that he would continue to be muddleheaded like this? Could it be that everything that belonged to him was taken away by Chen Qian just like that? He was unwilling. He was truly unwilling.

"Yu'er, maybe I should find a teacher for you." A tall and thin figure appeared in front of Chen Yu, with a sickly pale face and a scholarly looking head.

"Father …" Chen Yu choked with sobs. Her father had not abandoned her. He was giving her a chance, a chance for her to develop.

"Yu'er, you're already thirteen years old, but looking at your appearance, I owe you …" Chen Zhong sighed.

Chen Yu also sighed. Of course, he knew that she was a famous fool like Ying Chuan. In this life, she had always been muddleheaded while her father had always treated her sincerely. This meant that her father still had her in his heart.

"No, I should thank Father for his foundation." Chen Yu bowed to Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong was stunned. While in a trance, he felt that this son of his seemed to have changed slightly. His actions … Had his son's illness recovered? Chen Zhong was a little excited. He stretched out his trembling hands and caressed his son's face.

"Yu'er, you … "You're done?" Chen Zhong said with a trembling voice.

"Father, my mind has been a bit better ever since I fell sick."

"Oh, the heavens are pitiful!" Chen Zhong was extremely excited, but after a while, a boundless sadness enveloped his heart. Why did he only find out that his son was in good health after holding the Weak Crown for Chen Qian? Now that the succession had been decided, it would be difficult to change the fate of Wen Xuan … God seemed to be playing a joke on him.

"Yu'er, you're better now. I'll hire a teacher for you." A trace of determination appeared on Chen Zhong's pale face.

Ten days later …

It was really hard to find a teacher for Yu'er! Chen Zhong could not help but sigh. He wanted Yu'er to become one of the eight great dragons of the Xun family, but the Xun family rejected him, and the reputation of Yingchuan's fool made it so that no one in the Xun family would want to take Chen Yu as a disciple so as to not sully his reputation. Under this helplessness, Chen Zhong could only take a step back, however, the entire Yingchuan, the other scholars, saw Chen Yu as a tiger, and they did not want to receive this hot potato.

"Father, with Second Brother's looks, you can just find a random teacher." Chen Qian said with unwillingness in her heart.

"I guess that's the only way." Chen Zhong nodded.

Twenty days later, a teacher finally came knocking. This was a middle-aged scholar, but after teaching him for only a day, he was so angry that he puffed up his beard. "Son, Son!" The scholar angrily left because Chen Yu had painted a turtle on his face while he was sleeping.

The second teacher was an old, sour man who had prepared 'Analects', 'Moderation' and 'University' for Chen Yu. Chen Yu smiled and asked, "Teacher, what's the use of having me learn this?" Chen Yu threw the book at her feet. The old sour scholar also left, claiming that Chen Yu was bold and unscrupulous, actually blaspheming the book of saints.

The third teacher was a scholar who was proficient in the art of military strategies. He was able to get along with Chen Yu, but he was ambushed by masked men one time after leaving the Chen Clan.

After consecutively leaving a few teachers, no one took the initiative to visit Chen Yu until a chivalrous hero appeared.

Yes, this was a chivalrous hero, carrying a three feet long sword on his back. He was tall and sturdy, the veins on his arms bulging like horned dragons. At this moment, he was standing quietly in front of Chen Zhong and Chen Yu.

"I want to take you in as my disciple." the chivalrous hero said.

"My Chen family has been called Confucianism for generations, but we have never had a chivalrous hero. What kind of weapon would you like a warrior to use?" Chen Zhong said.

"Before the weak crown, use the three-foot-long sword as a weapon. At the age of twenty, use the blunt iron sword to eliminate harm and laugh proudly at the world."

"Then what weapon are you using now?" Chen Yu asked.

"Paper sword."

"Paper sword?" Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"As long as one uses the sword intent, what difference does it make?" The knight smiled.

"Father, I want him to be my teacher." Chen Yu's eyes lit up.

"Alright, then I'll let him be your teacher." Chen Zhong sighed. He did not have much hope for Chen Yu. Even though offensive skills were the ultimate skill in his heart, if someone was willing to teach him, then let him be.

Two months later, in the Chen family's backyard.

His figure flashed like a dragon, as if he was the hero of the poem. His sword moves were majestic, like a peerless hero that could take the enemy's head in ten steps and kill with a wave of his hand.

Putting away her sword, Chen Yu let out a light breath and asked, "Teacher, what sword technique is this?"

"Wind Blade."

"Wind Blade?" Chen Yu's heart trembled.

"Yes. Sword of Pursuing Wind. Its edge is hidden, its radiance is concealed, and when it emerges, a person will kill without a trace. While chatting and laughing, it has already taken the head of the opponent."

"Thank you, teacher." Chen Yu bowed deeply to the chivalrous warrior, this bow was a bow from the bottom of his heart. He knew that he had chosen the right master.

Yu'er, after half a year of tempering, your sword arts have already reached small success. In the future, if you practice diligently, although you might not become a master, but you can also become a master of your generation. I call it 'The Sword of Pursuing Wind' and 'The Art of War from the Ghost Valley'.

"« Ghost Valley Military Art »?" Chen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Hmm, this « Ghost Valley Military Art » was created by the wartime expert, Ghost Valley Zi, and the famous warrior, Sun Zhao, is the disciple of the Ghost Valley Zi. Later on, when I became a large family, this book had a way of marching and setting up formations, and it also had a way to break the enemy's laws, and for me to unintentionally obtain it in a valley, after reading it for so many years, I can see that your talent is not one in a million. This « Ghost Valley Military Art » will definitely flourish in your hands, and your Master's Wind Chasing Sword will even pass it down to your senior brother Shi Ah, and this « Ghost Valley Military Art » will only be passed on to you.

"Chaotic world! Master also saw that the world was going to fall into chaos? " Chen Yu was shocked.

Even though the wind is calm, the court will be in disarray sooner or later. In this half year, you have already learned a lot, and your future is limitless. At that time, you will use what you have learned to benefit the people, so I can leave with a smile.

"Master, you're leaving?" Chen Yu was shocked.

"Hehe, I have nothing else to teach you, but it is time for me to leave. Child, let me tell you something, half a month ago, there was an assassin trying to assassinate you, at that time you were sleeping, but I stopped that assassin, he was stopped by me, his sword art was not bad, but he is far from being my opponent. I have injured his right arm, I suspect that this assassin is one of your people, you must be careful, see who wants to harm you, and after I leave, you must be careful."

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life." Chen Yu bowed deeply.

"En, Yu'er, I will be leaving now. Before I leave, I can tell you my name."

The Heroic Assassin smiled and said, "My name is Wang Yue."

"Wang Yue! The Unrivaled Swordsman Wang Yue! "He's actually become my teacher!" Chen Yu's heart was in turmoil. No wonder her teacher's swordsmanship was so high.

"Child, the world is about to fall into chaos. I am about to go into seclusion. If you need anything, you can find your senior brother Shi Ah. Now, Luoyang, remember this. You must use whatever you learn to benefit the common people."

"Your disciple will definitely remember your master's orders."

"Hahaha …" Wearing a long robe, Wang Yue elegantly left.

Wang Yue had left, but Chen Yu had already grown up. He was stronger than before, his face had a rosy color, and he had grown a lot taller, his knowledge had improved greatly under Wang Yue's tutelage, and he had a sense of subtlety in his heart. More importantly, under Wang Yue's meticulous teaching, Chen Yu already had the ability to protect herself.

Wang Yue's words echoed in Chen Yu's heart for a long time. That's right, a chaotic world was about to arrive. Was he so muddleheaded that he didn't manage to accomplish anything, or did he create his own world in this chaotic world? He didn't have much time left. As for the assassin, he had to dig him out. Otherwise, he would be covered in goosebumps every day. Who was the person who wanted to kill him?

When Chen Zhong found out that Chen Yu's teacher was the Unrivaled Swordsman Wang Yue, he lamented about the good fortune. It was said that on several occasions when the Emperor had wanted to invite Wang Yue to be a sword arts teacher, Wang Yue had rejected him.

"Yu'er, getting Master Wang Yue's teachings is your good fortune, but no matter what, I don't understand why Master Wang Yue would become your teacher."

"Father, do you think that son of yours is really stupid?" Chen Yu smiled.

"You don't seem to be as stupid as you used to be after that terrible illness." Chen Zhong said.

"Teacher said that the person who looks silly is not necessarily the real person, but the person who looks smart is not necessarily someone who can last for a long time." Chen Yu smiled faintly.

"So you're not really stupid?"

"Father, what do you think?"

"I... But before that, you were really stupid. I don't know if you were really stupid, but I know that in the Chen family, the smartest is Chen Qun. "