Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The butterfly said, "I wanted to see how far you could go, but I never expected you to actually reach the end of your life. Although you can't be called great, you were still quite remarkable."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "No, I've wanted to give her up countless times, but I've forgotten everything about myself. If I were to abandon her as well, what would I have left?"

The butterfly said, "Don't worry about what someone is thinking. Otherwise, you can endlessly speculate maliciously about them. I only need to see what you did... You touched me, so I'm giving you back your existence. Let your story live on in this world."

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"Legend has it that people created this festival to commemorate this undying love. It wasn't originally called Qixi Festival, but Existence Festival. However, later, the Southern Qin culture invaded, and Qiyao had just established its kingdom and didn't have any decent culture. So the two festivals were merged into one, becoming the Qixi Festival we know today."

Cao Cailan paused, then smiled and said, "Of course, this isn't really suitable as a love story. Qixi Festival is better. I don't know who wrote Hidden Records, but the main theme of the whole thing is to warn people not to believe in gods, to believe in themselves, and to be wary of alien races. Love is just a vehicle to convey the ideas on the story."

Jiu Yi shrugged and said, "Perhaps when this book appeared, people had not yet defeated the alien races."

“Before the God of War, it would be impossible for anyone to have dared to write these things.” Cao Cailan laughed. “It must have appeared after the God of War… but when exactly? Perhaps only by obtaining the true original secret record can we know all this. But that so-called original record has probably long been blown away by the wind and rain, and later generations can only try to find a trace of the past from the long passage of time.”

“To be honest, I’ve never heard of this being called the Butterfly.” Jiu Yi said, “Could it be an ancestral alien race, or a special alien race?”

—Special alien races refer to all extraordinary beings other than humans, magical beasts, alien races, and primordial alien races, such as the Gu Heart Demon and the Goddess (if she really exists).

“Who knows?” Cao Cailan shook her head, then couldn’t help but laugh. “But these kinds of things are impossible to verify... However, we can look forward to it appearing in the Time-Space Kill event.”

In the normal Time-Space Kill card pool, cards must be "confirmed to exist," but in the event field, no such rules apply. Cards can be played from any folk legends. Whether you exist or not is completely unimportant. Time-Space Kill would even prefer that you don't exist.

Speaking of this, Jiu Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "That's something to look forward to."

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Ying Qin Guan glanced at it casually. If Time and Space Kill had general cards with the Butterfly attribute, Ying Qin Guan might be more interested.

He put down the book and said, "Forget it, sir, I'm not interested."

"Young man, don't go! Take another look. Besides the Secret Chronicles, I have other books here, all for just thirty Eevee each!"

Ying Qin Guan quickened his pace and left the area.

He followed the crowd, wandering aimlessly.

A person with spare money and time can easily fall into this state during a lively celebration. It's as if they possess the whole world, yet also feel like they have nothing that truly belongs to them.

Ying Qin Guan was such a person.

He was invincible. If this were a fantasy world, to put it more pretentiously, he would be a "tribulation-crossing person" born to fight against the terrifying existence of the Black Dragon Empire, bearing the destiny of heaven. Unfortunately, he was a disposable item, and heaven did not allow him to gain fame and fortune afterward and become a so-called savior.

But his life is not bad now. The Seven Luminaries Empire pays him a good salary, he has a lot of free time, his work is easy, and he doesn't have much to do. It seems like he has everything, but it also seems like he has nothing.

Ying Qin Guan suddenly stopped.

He stood on the bustling street, where couples walked hand in hand or arm in arm. Along the street, various shops displayed signs advertising different activities, and shop assistants were extremely busy.

The world always seemed so bustling, but the world Ying Qin Guan had seen before was not like this. In his memory, there was only that twilight, and the uncle next door leading his cow home. His little sister, who was grounded for being playful, pestered him to tell the storyteller's tale again.

Ying Qin Guan could never remember anything. The storyteller was exceptionally skilled, with exquisite diction and rich emotions, but when it came to Ying Qin Guan, it was always dry and tasteless, without any substance.

In those summers, he would sit under a big tree to cool off, and shy girls would bring him some cut fruit. Every year, many people would come to his house to propose marriage. Matchmakers from all around said he had a handsome appearance, and Ying Qin Guan was very proud of this. His only regret was that he had never been to school. He felt that he should have been a scholar, but he was born in the wrong place and could only stay there for the rest of his life.

He thought his life would just be like that forever... which wasn't so bad, it was just a pity, until that day...

Ying Qin Guan's eyes dimmed slightly as he recalled the past.

Just then, a voice rang in my ears.

"What are you doing, standing in the middle of the street in a daze? Is it because you're single that you can't stand seeing other couples happy and want to annoy them?"

Chapter Fifteen: Who's so blind!

Ying Qin Guan turned his head to look, but he didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

The newcomer had long, flowing purple hair that reached her waist. She wore a simple, light-colored trench coat that accentuated her slender figure and delicate features. When she didn't speak, she exuded a heroic and dashing air. It was Ji Fa.

Upon seeing her, Ying Qin Guan turned his head away, feigning sorrow, and sighed, "Bad luck..."

As expected, Ji Fa got angry, took a deep breath, and immediately started attacking.

"What do you mean by that? I saw you standing there like an idiot in the street and kindly reminded you, and you just turned around and said 'bad luck' to me. What do you mean by that? Seeing me makes you unhappy, right? My good intentions might as well be fed to the dogs..."

Because Ji Fa spoke very quickly yet clearly, most of the couples on the street heard her, and everyone looked at her with surprise. Ji Fa's voice grew softer and softer until it disappeared completely.

It seems that Ji Fa...does still have some sense of shame.

Ying Qin Guan laughed heartily and, as he took a step forward, said, "You alone?"

"Hmph." Ji Fa snorted coldly, "My parents are pressuring me to go on blind dates again, it's unbearable. I just rejected them and ran away, I'll go back after the Qixi Festival is over."

Ying Qin Guan chuckled without any malice and said, "You should listen to your parents. No matter what, they have much more life experience than you. At your age... you can't really be called young anymore."

—It must be mentioned here that Ying Qin Guan's mindset is actually quite old-fashioned. Because he came from the countryside of Southern Qin and had never been to school, even though he had been in Qiyao for over a year and had absorbed a lot of things, he was still quite conservative at heart. In his eyes, a woman who was still unmarried at twenty-five was indeed... well, you know.

After all, in the Southern Qin region, men and women marry and have children very early. Only Ying Qin Guan, whose conditions were really good, wanted to see how things went, so he kept putting it off until he was over twenty.

Ji Fa was stunned by Ying Qin Guan's words and couldn't speak for a long time... This was the Seven Luminaries Capital, and she was being pressured to get married by people other than her parents in this place. The situation was quite bizarre...

"Tch..." Perhaps because she hadn't inhaled, Ji Fa didn't say much this time. "That's none of your business."

“That makes sense.” Ying Qin Guan nodded and said, “I’m alone too, shall we go for a walk together?”

Ji Fa was silent for a moment, then nodded, and unusually added a punctuation mark, saying, "Tonight, I'd like to have another match with you, is that alright?"

“You don’t need to ask me that kind of question.” Ying Qin Guan strode forward and said calmly, “I will not refuse. If you want to fight, you can draw your sword and stab me anytime, anywhere.”

Ji Fa stood there stunned for a moment before taking a step and chasing after him.

"Are you perhaps imitating Kui with this strange statement?"

"This strange omission of punctuation marks, are you perhaps imitating a pager?"

"I don't need to imitate a pager at all; you're the one imitating me!"

"Hmm...that's right, you don't need to imitate, you are yourself."

"!!"

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"Look at me!"

Luo Shui shouted and fiercely pulled the trigger. A bullet, made of some unknown material but probably not even enough to hit a mouse, shot out and hit the largest doll. Like an ant trying to shake a tree, the doll remained motionless.

"Shiba!"

Luo Shui's words are a collection of what may not be so friendly elements of other countries' national culture.

Wakaba, standing to the side, squinted and said, "Maybe we should just forget about it. That doll is so big, it wouldn't even budge if you hit it..."

The two were playing a shooting game at a roadside stall. As two single women, getting together for warmth on Qixi Festival was a good plan.

Luo Shui set her sights on a large doll... The rule here is that if you knock something down, it's yours. Relying on her meager knowledge of physics, Luo Shui tried to knock the doll down by shooting it in the head... Obviously, she failed each time.

Like the weak claws of a claw machine touching a heavy prize, or a 300-pound fat man leaping up and grabbing the pull-up bar, the moment you touch it, you know you can't do it.

Ruoye tried to persuade him, but Luoshui, who had scored twelve points on the court, was now red-eyed and shouted, "No! I can do it! If I give up now, what's the point of everything I've done? A person can't give up halfway! Ruoye! Give me the money!"

—She had already lost all her pocket money.

As the most favored daughter of the duke, Ruoye received more allowance than Jiu Yi's salary, so spending this little bit of money was naturally a piece of cake for her. However, she had no intention of giving money away and immediately retorted, "I'll pay up, but find someone else to take care of. You can't defeat this thing..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint gunshot rang out, and a bullet shot out with incredible accuracy, hitting the edge of the doll's head and pushing it to its limit. Even so, the doll did not fall down, but the gunshots did not stop.

Bang bang bang!

Three shots rang out in quick succession, each bullet hitting the doll precisely on the head. The force of the blows was relentless, and the doll was finally knocked down and fell to the ground.

Ruoye was still embarrassed by being directly slapped in the face, but she was not Ying Qin Guan and would not get angry. She just turned her head curiously to see who fired the shot.

With his eyes bloodshot, Luo Shui turned his head fiercely and roared, "Who is it? Which blind fool dares to steal my hunting... Teacher!"

Ying Qin Guan put down his gun and clicked his tongue, saying, "Luo Shui, are you very arrogant?"

Luo Shui bowed ninety degrees, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

She'd met her match and immediately backed down, while behind her, Ruoye stared wide-eyed in shock, her hand trembling as she stammered, "You...you guys..."

It goes without saying what Ruoye would think if she bumped into her older sister with her colleague on Qixi Festival.

Ji Fa glanced at her own stupidly reached into her pocket, picked up her gun, and said, "Your barren brain probably can't think of anything else. It's a pity we just met on the street and decided to work together. Many shops offer discounts for couples these days, so why not take advantage of it?"

—Incidentally, a large part of the reason why Himeko speaks so confidently at home is that she doesn't need, and won't ask, for money from her family. So, from an economic perspective, Wakaba is actually much wealthier than Himeko, her older sister.

Ji Fa and Ying Qinguan had a perfectly innocent relationship, and neither of them had a clear conscience, so they weren't afraid of any gossip. Since they had met, it didn't matter if they just strolled around; for them, Qixi Festival was no different from any other holiday.

As Ji Fa spoke, she fired several shots, but her hand was not as steady as Ying Qin Guan's, and she could not adjust immediately. Her accuracy was also slightly worse, and she could not hit the doll of the same size at all.

Chapter Sixteen: Family Heirloom

If Luo Shui were in Ruo Ye's position right now, she would definitely be eager to stir things up and say, "Really? I don't believe it." After all, she's Ying Qin Guan's student, so she could make some harmless jokes. But Ruo Ye isn't familiar with Ying Qin Guan, and she hasn't figured out the situation between the two of them, so naturally she couldn't say anything.

Ji Fa fired several shots, but the giant doll remained motionless.

Ying Qin Guan had already taken his spoils from the stall owner and casually gave them to Luo Shui.

"I'm not interested in this kind of thing. If you want it so badly, I'll take it."

Luo Shui was overjoyed and happily accepted the doll, grinning, "Thank you, teacher! I'll let you win the competition tomorrow!"

Ying Qin thought to himself, "Tomorrow will probably be a real-life competition. You should worry about your own life."

Ruoye glared fiercely at Luoshui. She had been brainwashed by the Duke and Duchess of Warner and was now full of fighting spirit. She deeply hated Luoshui, this traitor who had scored a whopping -12 points and even colluded with the enemy in front of her.

"Hmph..." Ji Fa, who had fired several shots but failed to hit the target, put down the toy gun. At this moment, she might have wanted to be stubborn and blame the gun, saying something like "it's impossible to shoot down such a big doll," but Ying Qin Guan had just shot one down not long ago, so she couldn't bring herself to say it.

There are no platypuses in the world, or perhaps everyone is a platypus.

"This is boring... Let's go look around somewhere else."

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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

The legend of the Double Seventh Festival in the Southern Qin Dynasty is widely circulated, although the story may seem a bit outrageous from today's perspective. But when it comes to legends, it's just for fun and to celebrate.

Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming walked side by side in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

This is clearly not a large city like Qiyao, so there are very few events held here, but it's not like there aren't any.

"where are you going?"