Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"It can't be that he's going to find someone to fight!"

Duke Warner's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Could it be..."

Ruoye connected with her elderly father on a telepathic level and said loudly, "That's right! That's exactly what I think."

She meant that Ji Fa might have secretly become involved with Ying Qin Guan.

This is a good thing. After all, Ying Qin Guan is a martial arts teacher at the Imperial Academy at a young age and is very powerful. Although he may not be suitable to lead the family, it is better to have one than none for the Warner family, which has few male members.

Ruoye thought the Warners should be happy, since they were always urging her to find a boyfriend and marry into their family. Now that Jifa seemed to have hooked up with someone... was she finally free?

However, Duke Warner's expression remained unchanged. He sighed and said, "Ruoye... you've only known your sister for twenty-one years, but I've known her for twenty-five."

"..?"

Duke Warner's expression was profound as he calmly said, "Do you know why we're urging you instead of her? It's because you're easier to control than she is... What I mean is that you're good at accepting others' opinions and are more filial."

You're clearly implying I'm easy to manipulate! You just think I'm easy to bully! All that talk about accepting advice and being filial! You just can't win an argument with your older sister!

Wakaba felt a lump in her throat, unable to spit it out no matter what.

"In short...we'd rather believe your sister went out late at night to pick a fight than that she found a boyfriend."

Ruoye finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "How is that possible! Dad, use your brain, okay? What holiday is it today? Qixi Festival! Qixi Festival!"

Do you know what Qixi Festival is?!

"Qixi Festival! So late at night! Looking for someone to go out and fight?!"

Ruoye gave a cold smile. When she was out in public, she still had some dignity, which contrasted with people like Luoshui. But as soon as she returned home and the topic turned to these important matters concerning the rest of her life, she immediately revealed her true colors and argued her case forcefully.

"If she goes out to fight late at night on Qixi Festival, I'll eat this table right here and now!"

As Ruoye finished speaking, a deep voice came from outside the door: "I'm back."

The three of them looked up.

..

With a wooden face and an aura of chilling murderous intent, Ji Fa, whose left eye was swollen and had been beaten into a black eye, passed by silently like a ghost.

Wakaba turned her head stiffly.

Duke Warner patted the table and sighed, "It's the finest golden litan jasmine, but since my daughter wants to eat it, I can't stop her."

"Ugh..."

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Night falls.

Many things happened that day, stirring up memories or thoughts in some people.

Zhong Hongyu lay in bed and suddenly remembered that today seemed to be the Qixi Festival... but let it be, it didn't matter to her at all.

This day was just like the previous twenty-odd years of her life, without any difference.

The past, present, and future are all the same.

She closed her eyes.

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But some people can't close their eyes, no matter what they do.

For example, Ju Qiuming.

He lay on top of the bamboo house, his hands behind his head, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

He encountered the man in black robes, his own brother, and saw the eye of his own kind, gaining a profound understanding of his predicament.

But should he leave now? He's lived here for over twenty years...

Humans, aliens, rebellious demons, red-eyed beings, brothers...

"And what should we do next?"

Ju Qiuming gazed at the bright moon in the sky, remaining silent.

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"When will this finally end?"

It was the same night, and the nocturne sighed softly.

Non-human beings → Warcraft → Primordial alien race → Alien race.

As long as this chain exists, humanity will never be able to escape the threat of other races, and this chain will never be broken.

Slaughtering all alien races is useless; slaughtering all ancestral alien races is not necessarily possible; slaughtering all magical beasts is simply impossible; slaughtering all non-human beings... haha.

The only reliable method is to decipher the ancestral genes and take countermeasures.

"But over these thousands of years, who has made even the slightest progress? Without the cooperation of the ancestral alien race, this matter would have been impossible to even begin to discuss."

Nocturne looked deep in thought, talking to himself.

"The progenitor of a different race..."

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One night.

Some people are concerned about the country and its people, while others are plotting for the world. In the quiet of the night, people always think about many issues that they don't think about during the day or don't have time to think about.

The same applies to Ying Qin Pass.

He placed his hands behind his head, his expression deep.

If someone else saw this, they might think, "This person is probably thinking about how to save the world."

For a very long time, Ying Qin Pass remained motionless.

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..

Suddenly, he leaped up.

"Damn it! Why didn't I dismantle it first and then follow it at 1:34:52 PM seventy-two days ago?!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: I am the Heart of God, prepare to die!

On August 15th, a group of twelve people continued filming the Time Capsule.

This time, the filming location was changed to an outdoor location. The crew booked a large portion of a water park as the filming location.

As for what exactly they are filming, it's still unclear.

However, several magicians nearby chanted incantations and sent fifty-four giant balloons into the air above the pool, arranging them in a regular pattern: six balloons in a row, nine columns in total. The balloons in a row were about one meter apart, and the balloons in a column were about one and a half meters apart.

Furthermore, Jiu also noticed that Yu Xietian and Nefertari were exchanging glances, clearly indicating that they had made some dirty deals in order to target Ying Qin Pass and himself, but Jiu didn't care.

Together with Ying Qin, we are invincible! You will all be annihilated!

The host then explained the rules.

Based on their scores in the first round, the four groups will each choose a landing spot on one of the fifty-four balloons. To give the lower-scoring groups a chance, the higher-scoring groups will choose first, one person at a time, followed by the second-highest-scoring group, and so on, until all twelve members have chosen their positions on the balloons.

After everyone had determined their positions, the game began.

The mission is to knock the others into the water.

The first person to fall into the water gets one point, the second gets two points, and so on, with the last person standing getting twelve points.

Furthermore, the use of ranged attack methods, including but not limited to internal energy, magic, and guns, is not permitted.

You are allowed to destroy balloons, but you will lose two points for each balloon destroyed. Balloons have magical enchantments that improve their smoothness and grass resistance; you'll have to figure out the exact extent of the effect yourself.

Finally, friendship comes first, competition second. Please control your strength when sparring and avoid getting really angry, after all, this is just a variety show recording.

After the host explained the rules, he smiled and said, "You all have ten minutes to discuss your tactics."

Discussing tactics (×)

Forming cliques (?)

Of the six people in the two groups, Yu Xietian and Naifeitian, four knew Ying Qin Guan's identity and strength, so they naturally colluded with each other long ago.

Nobody cares about the Wakaba group because they are really a little bit weak.

Mu Nandong glanced at the scene; it was clear that the Zhao Yunxian Group and the Nineteen Cultivation Group had already begun their discussions. However, he showed no intention of trying to win over the Ruoye Group, instead saying, "I will be targeted."

That's for sure.

The difference between first and second place is only one point. There's no need for everyone to team up to fight the boss. It's better to get rid of the irrelevant people first and secure your own score.

Therefore, Mu Nan Dong felt that he and Ruo Ye's group would be targeted by Yu, Nai, and Shijiu, who would prioritize eliminating the others.

"As the top-ranked team, it's normal for us to be targeted. There's no need to protect me. You guys go and cut off Shenxin, Zhaoyunxian, and Yequ. Those three are as fragile as paper."

"After clearing out these three and the Ruoye Group, you all need to find a way to preserve yourselves." After the snow mountain incident, Mu Nandong knew that Ying Qin Guan was very strong, at least stronger than Jiu Yi and Yu Xietian. But he couldn't say for sure how he compared to the Nephalem, not to mention that fighting on balloons would result in points being deducted for popping them, making the situation quite unpredictable.

"The overall tactics are like this, and how you actually do it depends on your own actions. After all, I'm not a martial artist..." Mu Nandong paused and continued, "Then, I'll go up first and find a secluded corner to sell myself. Ying Qin Guan, you're the strongest, so go up last in our group. Try to get close to Shen Xin, Zhao Yun Xian, Ye Qu, and Ruo Ye."

Ying Qin Guan shook his head and pointed to the very center among the fifty-four balloons.

"I'll be the first one up. I can cut whoever I want right there."

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"Let me fucking go and cut through the Qin Pass!"

God angrily raised the small blackboard.

Ye Qu and Zhao Yunxian, lacking combat power, were discussing novels on the sidelines and did not participate in the battle meeting. Yu Xietian, Naifeitian, and Shijiu Xiu, as the main combat force, were discussing back and forth about who should go first, who should go second, how to get away from Ying Qin Pass, and how to prevent Ying Qin from focusing on the rear. They talked on and on, much to Shen Xin's annoyance.

"You two, are you even men?!"

Shenxin raised the small blackboard, but this sweeping attack still didn't dare to affect the Nineteenth Revision.