Chapter 94: Return to the Sheath

Chapter 94: Return to the Sheath

Chapter 94: Return to the Sheath
After Guan Yuming led the police officers back to the city, he did not relax, but stayed on all night. In the early morning of the next day, he confirmed that there were no problems for the time being, and then he let people go back in batches to rest.

The higher-ups in the police department all knew that the resistance organization was indeed involved in this incident, and that the resistance organization could not have helped Fang Dawei and his gang for nothing, nor could they have done nothing.

There is no movement now. It could only be that Guan Yuming brought his men back too quickly, so they didn't have time to launch the attack. The bomb is still buried there, and no one knows when it will explode.

As the captain of the sealed zone, Nian Fuli stayed at his post all night. Near noon the next day, he was called over by the director and questioned before being allowed to leave.

When he came out of the bureau, countless people greeted him on the road. He knew that this was all thanks to his nephew, but he was also proud of it. He rang the car bell extra loudly on the way back.

"Old age, old age has returned."

"Captain Nian is back! You've worked hard!"

"You're back at an old age? You must be exhausted. My wife was on duty late yesterday and complained to me."

"Big Head, you're not a kid anymore, don't get too tired."

When Nian Fuli passed the alley, it was almost time for dinner. After hearing the bell, people kept sticking their heads out and greeting him enthusiastically.

Everyone in this family quarters knows that his young and energetic nephew came back yesterday in the special car of the Police Department. Captain Bei personally sent him to the door. It is said that he helped the bureau catch Fang Dawei and his gang, bringing great honor to the entire Police Department!

Nian Fuli responded one by one, and walked in an alley for a long time before coming out. He was singing opera when he entered the courtyard of his home. When he walked into the living room, Yu Wan came up to take his bag away, patted him, and said, "Hurry up, change your clothes, you are covered in dust and smoke."

Nian Fuli said, "I've taken photos outside." He handed over a newspaper and said, "Take a look." Yu Wan said, "What is this?"

Nian Fuli said, "There's a short biography on it."

Yu Wan quickly took it, opened it and read: "A brave and benevolent young man, he assisted the police in capturing bandits..." She criticized without hesitation: "This title is too rustic, it doesn't show the goodness of my Chan'er at all." She read it over and over again, "There's no name on it..."

"You don't understand? That's to protect him!" Nian Fuli went to the side and poured a sip of water. "The Police Bureau and Wuda also remember what Xiaochuan did. Just wait and see. There will definitely be benefits for him."

Yu Wan still felt a little disgusted. She went up and took Nian Fuli's cup, picked up the thermos and poured water, "Why do you want to drink cold water? Drink hot water! I prepared it for you but you didn't even bother to take it! One by one, big and small, it's a hassle! As for the newspaper, it's as good as nothing."

"It's already in the newspapers, what are you dissatisfied with?" Nian Fuli muttered in his heart, "I haven't even been in the newspapers once."

Yu Wan said so, but then she ran back, picked up the newspaper, and read it carefully several times.

Nian Fuli was there, yawning, while changing his clothes and shoes.

Yu Wan pushed the newspaper down and said, "By the way, from yesterday afternoon till now, I have been busy answering phone calls. They are all from your police station, asking about Chan'er's letter, and asking how old my Chan'er is and whether he has married. Chan'er is only sixteen years old. Even if there is such a thing, he should make the decision himself. Didn't my second sister not listen to our parents at that time?"

Nian Fuli said: "Xiaochan has her own ideas, there is no need for us to worry about them."

Yu Wan looked at the floor, stood up, and mopped the floor with a mop, saying, "I saw others come back early. Didn't Captain Sun from next door come back early? Why are you so late?"

"Late?" Nian Fuli chuckled and said, "Why late? Today the old company commander called me over and said he remembered my hard work over the years. He asked me some questions before letting me go."

Yu Wan had been married to him for so many years that she knew something was up. She stopped mopping the floor, looked up and said, "Old Man, why do I feel like you have something else in your words?"

Nian Fuli waved his hand and said, "Don't think too much. Nothing can be done yet. I'm going to take a nap first. Call me when lunch is ready." Then he walked slowly towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Yu Wan curled her lips and said, "Show off." At this time, her movements of mopping the floor became a little faster, and she hummed the tune she often hummed when she was a girl.

In Wuyi College, in Chen Chuan's dormitory, Feng Xiaoqi was walking around with a newspaper. He read the article, then looked up at Chen Chuan, and said with amazement and envy: "Student Chen, you are amazing!"

Luo Kaiyuan also nodded and said, "Student Chen, you did a great job." However, his focus was different from Feng Xiaoqi's. It was not on how powerful Chen Chuan was, but on the newspaper report that some villagers thanked Chen Chuan for avenging their relatives.

Chen Chuan said: "If you were there, you would do the same."

Luo Kaiyuan agreed very much.

Feng Xiaoqi shook his head like a rattle, "I can't do it, I can't do it, mainly because I'm not as good as you."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Student Feng, don't underestimate yourself."

There are no weaklings who can become Wuyi's top-class students. They are either born with talent or have outstanding gifts. He has observed both of his classmates and found that they are both very good.

Feng Xiaoqi felt a little embarrassed, but after thinking for a while, he said excitedly: "Student Chen, will the school give you a reward this time?"

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Maybe, it's a pity that Senior Liu didn't get these. Even if the newspaper only mentioned him, it's a bit unfair to him."

Luo Kaiyuan said seriously: “If you do more in the future, his death will not be in vain.”

Chen Chuan looked at him and nodded.

After returning to school, it was actually like entering a closed harbor. Although he could see the news outside, once the dormitory door was closed, the noise outside had no effect on him at all.

He quickly returned to his daily training state. It was not until the evening that Cheng Zitong came over, sat on the sofa after entering the door, looked at him, and said, "Well, nothing happened, pretty good."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "I made the teacher worried."

Cheng Zitong waved his hand and said, "Although this is a bit risky, the teacher knows that you have your own way."

Chen Chuanshuo said: "The only pity is Senior Liu."

Cheng Zitong said: "I know Liu Xin, a student. He has a strong sense of justice and likes to take on responsibilities. He is very similar to another student I know. I often take him as an example. Well, maybe it is because of this reason. The college will pay attention to his funeral. He was a warrior during his lifetime, and he deserves the honor he deserves after his death."

He picked up his briefcase and took out a list. "Teacher, I have something else to tell you today. In a few days, you will go to the review committee with me to get a weapons permit."

Chen Chuan was very surprised. He said in astonishment, "Didn't the designated mission be withdrawn? How can you still get a weapons permit?"

Cheng Zitong said, "It is said that someone in the Government Affairs Office spoke up and thought that it was too ridiculous to cancel such a major task, so it was reissued. It should be some big shot or some force pushing it from behind. Think about it yourself, you should have an idea."

Chen Chuan thought about how Guan Yuming had asked for a special car to take him back yesterday, and he already had the answer in his mind.

"Teacher, I have to remind you one more thing." Cheng Zitong looked more serious, "Molan Company is a huge company that cannot be shaken by ordinary people or forces. When you are still weak, you must be cautious and don't challenge anything rashly.

Of course, if you are bullied, don’t back down. The world is still big. As long as you have determination, ability, and faith, you will always have a chance to get back at it in the future.”

Chen Chuan nodded and said seriously: "Yes, thank you for your advice, teacher."

Cheng Zitong's expression relaxed a little, "Teacher knows, you as a student know everything, so there is no need for the teacher to tell you too much. Anyway, you should think carefully before doing anything in the future."

Chen Chuan agreed, thought for a moment, and then asked another question, "By the way, teacher, it's been a while since the last mission of the doll in the well. I wonder when I can do the next one? I'm also very interested in these."

Cheng Zitong laughed and said, "When you go out in the future, who can say that you are not my student?"

Few people would inquire about commissions like urban legends. He was the only one in the college who was interested in studying them, and only student Chen Chuan was very interested in them.

He thought about it and said, "Well, don't rush. These missions have an impact on people. Let's wait until you get your weapon license. It will be more convenient to delegate. Also, because of the resistance organization these days, many places are under martial law, which makes it difficult to get things done. Let's wait until this storm is over before we talk about it."

Chen Chuan thought about it and realized that he was indeed a little tense before, and these two days were a good time for him to calm down.

Cheng Zitong had something to do, so he didn't stay long. He reminded him to go to the committee with him three days later in the morning, then picked up his briefcase and left.

After Chen Chuan sent him away, he returned to the living room, took out the Xuejun Knife, and sat there slowly wiping it with the knife oil that Old Lady Ni had given her.

After yesterday's battle, the knife was soaked in blood and continued to bear his strength during the battle. Now when I hold it in my hand, I can feel that it has become more harmonious and its weight seems to have become lighter.

Especially after a fierce fight, there are always some tiny damages on the blade, but after a night, when you look at it again today, they seem to have disappeared.

This is indeed a knife that can repair itself, and you can feel that the more you use it, the more it suits you and the sharper it becomes.

The second method of maintaining the sword did make progress very quickly. But he always remembered that it was the man who made the sword, not the sword that made the man. He did not need to pursue killing specifically to maintain the sword. Every strike of the sword must be in accordance with his will and his beliefs.

At this moment, he looked up and saw that his "second self" was leaning against the wall.

Yesterday's fight also made the second me give him a great response. Even he himself did not expect that this time the overlap time would increase by more than half an hour, which not only surpassed all previous progress, but also exceeded the original accumulated overlap time.

Likewise, the overlapping time was close to an hour!
This is a huge improvement.

But it's not enough.

Far from enough.

Chen Chuan looked out the French window and for a moment seemed to see somewhere very far away.

It can be predicted that as he moves forward, what he will face in the future will not just be the martial arts experts in training or some fierce bandits, but opponents that may be far beyond his current imagination.

But it is precisely such opponents and such goals that make him feel that the direction he is moving in is more meaningful.

Thinking of this, he raised the well-maintained Xuejun Sword and slashed lightly forward. The long and narrow blade made a buzzing sound, and a bright light suddenly appeared in the room, as if the air in front of him was torn apart for a moment.

After a pause, he turned his wrist, put his elbow on his chest, held the sword across his shoulder, and pushed the blade into the sheath at the side. With a click, the cold light disappeared, and everything returned to calm, waiting quietly for the next time the sword was unsheathed.

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(End of this chapter)