Chapter Nine is called Cloud Seven

  On the second day, due to his habit of getting up early, Yun Wu Yu, now known as Cloud Seven, had already tidied up his personal affairs and opened the door. As expected, there were already servants starting their busy work outside. Gradually getting used to the working hours of this era, he no longer got up so early but instead followed the same schedule as the servants.

  After loosening up his muscles, he saw that Yang Wenguang's bedroom door was still tightly shut and knew that the young man had not gotten out of bed yet. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself - what kind of martial artist sleeps in this late? Judging by the time, it was probably around 8 o'clock now. The best time in the morning is between 6 and 9, when the stomach is empty and one's energy is full, making it the most receptive to new things.

  Fortunately, he was bored and stood in the yard, after a night of thinking, he decided to take a part from Yongchun to teach him, this part is also simple and easy to learn, among which there are some contents for women's self-defense.

  "Master! Master!!" The person hadn't arrived yet, but the voice had already reached him. Yun Moyu knew from a distance that it was Cui Hong, Yang Wenjin's maid, and he didn't know what was wrong with her, as she was rushing around like she had lost her mind early in the morning.

  Ran into the yard, saw Yun Moyu standing on one side, hastily greeted him, and then took three steps in two strides to Yang Wenguang's bedroom, "Bang. Bang. Bang."

  "Master! Get up quickly, the teacher invited by Master has arrived at the mansion. Master told me to inform you that if you don't arrive within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Master will send you to school." Panting heavily, she finally finished conveying Yang Ziting's instructions and stopped to catch her breath, pressing her ear against the door to listen for any movement inside.

  "Coming, coming! Oh no... I couldn't find my pants... Oh no... where are my shoes?" The sound of Yang Wenguang's anxious and flustered movements came from inside the house, followed by muttering: "Hmph, if only I had known, it would be better to have a servant girl attend to me."

  While Yang Wenguan was busy in the inner room, Cui Hong, who had already calmed down, walked to Yun Moyu's side and said: "Master wants you to accompany Young Master on a trip. As Young Master's book boy, there are some things you need to know too."

  Yun Mo's mouth curved up at the corners as he smiled and said: "Young sister Cui has given her orders, I will not refuse even if it means certain death."

  Cui Hong knew that this guy was intentionally teasing her, so she glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes and said: "Alright! Stop making faces, I'll go first. You can accompany Young Master to the main hall later." After finishing speaking, she ignored Yun Mo Yu who was self-satisfied and turned around to leave.

  "Oh my, one night and his temper has grown. But this is also quite interesting, hehe. Having waited for half a day, seeing that the young martial arts master still hadn't left his room, she shook her head in exasperation. It seemed she would have to start teaching him from basic household chores. Thinking of this, she walked over to investigate."

  Pushing open the door, clothes on the floor, shoes on the table, a mess everywhere. Even Yun Mochou, who had mentally prepared himself, felt an urge to rush over and drag out the owner of this pigsty for a good thrashing, followed by three hours of military-style punishment.

  Yang Wenguan was searching for his scattered shoes with his back to the door, and someone said, "It's okay, it's okay, it hasn't been a quarter of an hour yet. Tell my father I'll be right there." Just as he finished putting on his last shoe and adjusting his clothes, he turned around to see Yun Mochou's teasing gaze, and couldn't help but panic: "Master...Yun Qi!"

  "Young master, what's going on with this house..." After all, one is the master and the other is a servant, so they have to give each other face, it's not good to speak directly, so he asked in this way.

  Yang Wenguan was taken aback, his face actually turned red, and he stuttered: "Th-th-this... Young Master, I'm not devoted to martial arts, these things can be done after marrying a wife later, in the future this young master is going to be a general, and...and..."

  "It's time, Master's appointed hour is almost up. Let's hurry to the main hall, or else Master will blame us later." Yun Moyu reminded.

  Just thinking about the old man's outburst, it was as if he had seen a thousand-year-old monster, and Yang Wenguan was also frightened into a cold sweat, hastily nodding along: "Yes yes yes, Yun Qi, does this look good on me?"

  He glanced around and tidied up the young master's clothes, saying: "Alright, let's go, Young Master."

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  Two people ran to the hall, and before they even stepped across the threshold, Yang Wenguan saw the old man's face full of killing intent, scaring him so much that he almost tripped over the threshold, but was quickly caught by Yun Muyu behind him.

  Seeing the young son in a flustered state, the old man's face was filled with dark lines. He looked at the invited teacher and didn't react, secretly letting out a sigh of relief. "I've invited so many teachers for you, but they were all driven away by your behavior," he said. "This time, I finally found a teacher who is willing to come and teach you, despite not knowing much about our family. And yet, you still manage to make a bad impression - your clothes are disheveled, and you're so reckless... You've disgraced the Yang family."

  Yang Wenjin, who was sitting on one side, also covered her forehead, not knowing what to say.

  "Son... son greets father and mother." Yang Wenguang finally stabilized his body, came to the front of Yang Ziting, knelt down and greeted.

  "Hmph!" He didn't even bother to acknowledge Yang Wenguang, who was still kneeling, and instead turned to the stranger and said: "Sir, this is my son, Yang Wenguang. He's not a bad kid at heart, he just doesn't like to study, which makes me worry."

  "Hehe, Mr. Yang spoke too much, it's normal for young people to be playful, and it also shows that your son is clever." Just became someone's teacher, eating someone's food, might as well praise a couple of sentences first, anyway if the food at this house isn't good in the future, no big deal just quit. The old man thought to himself.

  "Alas! I am all too familiar with this unfilial son of mine. If in the future he disobeys your teachings, sir, you just scold and punish him as you see fit. And if he dares to resist, you just let me know, and I'll break his legs for him." Yang Ziting's harsh words were also a way of expressing his hope that this teacher they had finally managed to invite would be able to stay on without being driven away again, while also making it clear to the old man that he was on his side. After all, Yang Wenguang was young and could withstand a beating; no matter how much the old man beat him, nothing serious would come of it.

  As soon as the old man spoke, Yang Wenguan broke out in a cold sweat and inadvertently glanced at Yun Mochou's calm face, thinking to himself: Yun Qi, ah Yun Qi, I'll be counting on you from now on, you must teach me all your lifelong skills.

  Actually, Yun Moyu had already caught a glimpse of Yang Wenguang's appearance with his peripheral vision and could roughly guess what he was thinking from his eyes, but Young Master Yun pretended not to see it.

  Yang Ziting again exchanged pleasantries with the old man, then looked at Yun Moyu and said: "Yesterday was busy, forgot to give you a name, doing things in this mansion needs a simple and easy-to-remember name, let me think..."

  He also gave a nickname, and he didn't want to be called by some scary name like Ah Mao or Ah Gou, so he made a bow and said: "Sir, I have a little name at home called Yun Qi, everyone calls me that. Does the sir think this name is okay?"

  "Yún Qi... Yún Qi..." The old man muttered to himself, thinking that this name sounded like a servant's name anyway, and it would also save him the trouble of thinking up another one. So he said: "Alright, the name Yun Qi is fine, from now on you'll be called Yun Qi."

  "Thank you, sir!"

  Yang Wenguan's future days will not be easy either, and it is unknown how much true talent and learning this teacher has. Days have to pass one by one anyway. From today on, Yun Moyu officially became a servant of the Yang family, a book boy: Yun Qi.

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  Today's second update!!