Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Never thank the life that gave you hardship. If you really got through it, thank yourself and those who helped you. Not those who effortlessly fed you chicken soup."

After leaving these words, Mu Nandong put the book back on the shelf.

This is the Imperial Academy's main library, and storytelling is Mu Nandong's habit. He reads at least three books every week and gives his comments on them.

He is the most qualified to refute the above statement. Life has given him countless hardships, and Mu Nandong has come this far not by relying on these.

Mu Nandong walked quickly out of the library and stopped at the entrance.

His life was extremely regular; everything was predetermined, with a fixed schedule for what he should and should do. At this time today, he should have been visiting Mu Huai Ren. However, Ye Qu had someone deliver a message to him... telling him not to visit Mu Huai Ren for the time being.

Although Nocturne has some mental issues, she certainly doesn't act without reason. She must have her reasons for telling me not to see Mu Huai Ren.

So... what should I do with this rare free time?

This was not a question that Mu Nandong needed to think about; he turned around and walked towards the alchemy workshop.

On the way, he bumped into a red-haired girl... Zhong Hongyu. She had left her usual practice weapon at school and had come back to retrieve it. However, because the Imperial Academy was so large, she had to run.

In Mu Nandong's eyes, it was just a person carrying a weapon running wildly towards him.

Although Zhong Hongyu has suffered defeats in all her battles so far, she is still a martial artist. What she considers a "jog" is, to a normal person, a full-speed sprint.

The scene looked a bit frightening, but Mu Nandong was no ordinary person; he was a ruthless individual who would use himself as bait at the slightest provocation. Moreover, he had an exceptional memory. Although Zhong Hongyu was a martial arts major and he was an alchemy major, they had only met briefly a few times at school before, so he remembered her and stared at her expressionlessly below.

Zhong Hongyu was being stared at by the hidden boss of the Imperial Academy. Even someone as simple-minded as her had to back down, slowing her pace to Mu Nandong and saying, "Hello, Teacher Mu."

Mu Nandong nodded and said coldly, "Don't run around with dangerous things on the road... Did you forget this at school and come back to get it?"

“...Yes, I’m used to using this.” Zhong Hongyu paused, then said, “Is Teacher Mu going to the alchemy workshop?”

Mu Nandong didn't know why the other party was asking this, and he wasn't interested either, so he simply replied indifferently, "Yes."

Zhong Hongyu's expression turned somewhat complicated... Some people are about to be in trouble.

She had heard Luo Shui say that Mu Nandong's movements were extremely regular each month, and that he would visit his father one day each month. So on that day, the alchemy workshop would be empty, and a group of alchemy students would take the opportunity to conduct some slightly dangerous experiments or test their new ideas there.

It's not that we're forbidding them from doing it, but conducting these experiments under Mu Nandong's very nose is problematic. If they succeed, all the better, but if they fail...

Normally, students feel too much pressure when Mu Nandong is around, so they generally avoid him, but it looks like he's about to be caught.

Zhong Hongyu thought this to herself, but didn't say anything more, and the two passed each other by.

-

at the same time.

Inside an abandoned building, several fully armed armed police officers silently approached a room.

One of the men at the front made a gesture, and three seconds later, they rushed forward, smashed open the door, and pointed their guns at the front!

"Don't move! Lift—"

The sound stopped in mid-air.

In front of the armed police, a piece of paper slowly floated down from mid-air to the ground; apart from that, there was no one else.

-

House of Everything.

Yu Xietian went out to work, and Shen Xin's card addiction was far less than Ying Qin Guan and Jiu Yi's. After a day or two, she got tired of it and chose to stay at the Yorozuya.

She casually picked up the newly published Seven Stars Times to kill some time.

[Following Ye Jiaofang's example, Chu Kuangren traveled to various countries, challenging renowned martial artists to battles. He has already won nineteen consecutive matches and arrived in the Seven Luminaries Capital on July 16th.]

[Mr. Amertrand, a billionaire, has declared bankruptcy, and his assets will be auctioned off. Who will acquire the "Joker" sound card...?]

[A reader, dissatisfied with Yunxian's update speed, sent three truckloads of razor blades to her company, Pigeon Culture & Creative Co., Ltd., and has since been detained for education.]

[my country has made another breakthrough in radiation protection clothing. After discussions with the United Nations, it was decided that it would be used as the exclusive combat clothing for special forces personnel, enabling them to further explore the depths of the Black Dragon Empire's capital.]

..

The destruction of a place by the apocalypse is profound. After being bombarded by the apocalypse, no one dares to truly step into the core of the Black Dragon Empire's capital, for fear of becoming some kind of special alien race. Everyone can only gather information from the periphery, gleaning fragmented information from snippets of conversation, and piecing it together. To put it bluntly, it's all guesswork.

Of course, Xiao Shenxin didn't care about these national affairs; she just wanted to find some fun in the newspapers, like sending razor blades.

Just as Shenxin was reading the newspaper, the doorbell rang. Shenxin hurriedly jumped off the sofa, ran to the door, and wrote on the blackboard as she ran.

She opened the door and raised the blackboard.

"You're here! Let me know what you need; the boss isn't here..."

She held the blackboard up halfway.

Outside the door, Hiramura Tanzakura and Kamiku stood there.

Yes, these two have arrived.

As expected of a master certified by Ying Qin Guan, Himura Tan Ying was able to take a solid slap from Ying Qin Guan and then go to the Sword Saint's Mansion to show off. She was injured not long ago, but she ran to the Seven Luminaries in just a few days.

Shen Xin remained calm and stood up the small blackboard.

"Damn it, what are you trying to do?"

She was very self-aware; with her short arms and legs, she shouldn't run.

Himura Tanzakura smiled and said, "Won't you let me in first? We can't keep our guest standing outside."

Shen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the circumstances, as long as you can speak, you can talk... and being able to talk is a good thing.

She welcomed the two inside... Shen Jiu followed behind Himura Tanzaku without saying a word.

Hisumura Tanzakura sat down and smiled, "I would like to entrust the Yorozuya with a matter."

"...Please speak."

"It's about 'fear,' the thing our ancestor obtained... I want to know everything related to it."

God thought to himself, "Just say it, you son of a bitch. After you're done, I'll go to the Royal Court and find someone!"

"This is the deposit."

Himura Tansaku presented a golden card, and Shinshin immediately forgot about Ying Qin Guan, starting to consider the possibility of him pocketing the money alone without informing Yu Xietian.

—Of course, it's all a joke.

Shenxin hesitated for a moment, then looked at Shenzhou-9 and held up the small blackboard.

"Regarding this, sister, you..."

Chapter Forty-Three: The Clown

There is a sequence to learning, and everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. For example, Mu Nan Dong Ye Qu is knowledgeable and can handle all kinds of academic questions; Nephalem, the former king of soldiers, can easily handle espionage and infiltration; and Ying Qin Guan is a master card player...

Clearly, Shinshin believes that Shinku is more suitable than Himura Danzai for handling the Yorozuya's request.

Though blind, he can see the past, the present, and the future.

This is what Shenxin's mother said to Shenxin in sign language, about the power of those eyes... But when the two sisters were separated for some reason, both of them simply couldn't see or speak. Shenxin didn't know what this power was, what its limitations were, or what its power was.

In contrast, Shenzhou-9 also did not know the extent to which Shenxin could achieve its goals.

Himura Tan's wife, of course, couldn't explain the details of her people's capabilities to the other party. Instead, she smiled slightly and said, "You don't need to know so much. The business is here; you just do it."

He paused for a moment and said, "There are 150 pounds in here, and the password is 982351. After that, every time intelligence is exchanged, I will transfer money to this card according to the importance of the intelligence."

One hundred and fifty pounds is quite a lot. Miss Yin works sixty hours a week, at least two hundred and sixty hours a month, and her salary is only eighty pounds. This is almost two months' salary for her. But when it comes to something as secret as fear, one hundred and fifty pounds doesn't seem like much money.

Shenxin hesitated for a moment, then picked up the small blackboard.

"I understand, but over the years, no one has been able to uncover the secret of fear. Yu Xietian and I probably won't succeed either. Please prepare yourself mentally..."

"Hehe..." Hisumura Tanzaku chuckled ambiguously, stood up, and left the Yorozuya with Kamiya.

Shen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

As evening fell, Yu Xietian returned to the Yorozuya after finishing her tutoring session and learned of the matter.

He thought for a moment and said, "...He didn't do anything to you when you were alone, so he probably didn't have any bad intentions."

Perhaps because it involved serious matters, Shenxin did not joke around, but seriously picked up the blackboard.

"That's true... So, shall we take this job?"

Yu Xietian said, "Although he doesn't have any bad intentions, we're afraid we have to accept this deal whether we want to or not, especially since you've already accepted the deposit. However, I don't know how to handle this matter..."

That's for sure. This secret has existed for so long, and no one has ever been able to give a real conclusion. If hiring the Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop) were useful, Mu Nandong would have come and paid up long ago. But he has no intention of hiring the Yorozuya at all. Clearly, he believes that the Yorozuya's capabilities are insufficient to solve this matter.

...and that is indeed the case.

"I think we need to start with Mu Nandong and his son Mu Huai Ren... Mu Nandong is easy to deal with, but what about Mu Huai Ren? We can't even see him..."

Shenxin raised the small blackboard.

"I can write to Miss Nocturne; perhaps she can help."

"Hmm... let's give it a try. I'll finish my classes tomorrow morning, and then we'll go to the Imperial Academy to find Mu Nandong in the afternoon."

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The next day, morning.

The boss was holding a military general card in his hand.

This general card is very special.

As we all know, disregarding skins, general cards are divided into four types. The first type is ordinary general cards, which have different colors depending on the era: black, red, and green. The second type is divine general cards, which are all gold regardless of era. However, depending on the characteristics of the divine general, their specific color will vary, such as dark gold or platinum. The third type is event cards... these have a completely different back, which is meant to indicate that this thing is "too outrageous, it's not allowed in serious matches at all." And the fourth type is also the most special and the most expensive.

Sound card.

Each card is issued only once, and will never be replaced if damaged; it is unique.

Because of its internal sound-producing mechanism, the sound card contains many small, miniature arrays. Despite the considerable effort put into it, the card still became quite thick. Gou Ka thought, "Why not go all the way and make this a unique feature?" So he added many decorations and patterns, along with a transparent crystal card sleeve on the back, giving it an undeniably luxurious feel.

The picture shows a completely dark scene with only a stage in the very center. A single beam of light shines on a man in the center of the stage. He is wearing a hat, and the colors of his clothes are wildly vibrant, creating an unparalleled visual impact. He is bent over at a ninety-degree angle, seemingly bowing to the audience.

Without a doubt, the event boss is one of the few ancestral alien races clearly recorded by humankind.

"clown"

【clown】