Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The Qi Cultivation Classic... belongs to the Southern Qin version of "Enlightenment Exercises," and is the cheapest and most widely circulated method of cultivating Qi. Yes, Southern Qin is different from the Seven Luminaries. The Seven Luminaries do not have the concept of disseminating cultivation methods; keeping or privately transmitting cultivation methods is illegal. But Southern Qin is different; some relatively rudimentary cultivation methods can be widely circulated.

Jiu Yi had originally expected Ying Qin Guan to spout some impressive-sounding phrases like "Nine Yin Nine Yang Supreme Profound Limitless Divine Skill," "Supremely Profound and Wonderful Supreme Bright Vast Art," or "Supreme Heavenly Sword Art," but instead, Ying Qin Guan opened and closed his mouth and uttered a Qi Cultivation Classic...

What does this mean? It's roughly like that.

"xxx, how did you get into Peking University?"

"I do practice problems. What, you're asking me what kind? Elementary school math problems, of course, but I modified them myself."

Grass!

Jiu Yi had originally intended to ask Ying Qin Guan if he could pass it on to him, but upon hearing that it was the Nourishing Qi Classic, he immediately lost all interest. No matter how the Nourishing Qi Classic was modified, it was still the Nourishing Qi Classic.

"Sigh." He sighed and looked out the window, seemingly deep in thought.

Ying Qin Guan did not disturb Jiu Yi; he was somewhat familiar with Jiu Yi's state.

After a moment, Jiu Yi's face turned serious. He said, "To be honest, entering the Time-Space Killer's card pool is one of my life's dreams. I used to stay here all the time, thinking that I was still young and very remarkable. I became the dean of the Royal Academy at such a young age... I thought that I could do this sooner or later."

Jiu Yi gave a bitter laugh as he continued, “Now it seems that something is indeed wrong. Someone as capable as you, even if you don’t actively think about it, as long as there is a slight opportunity, Time and Space Kill will come knocking on your door. Nephalem are not worried at all... If I continue like this, I might be able to join Time and Space Kill in the future, but it will definitely not be as a ‘Martial Artist’.”

Yes, even if Jiu Yi entered the Time-Space Killer, he could only be an "educator" or "dean" and certainly not a "martial artist".

“This is definitely not what I dreamed of when I entered the Imperial Academy.” Jiu Yi thought for a moment and then smiled, “I’ve been resting here for too long… Now that I’m climbing the mountain again, I don’t know if my shoes will still fit.”

“If your shoes are hindering your mountain climbing,” Ying Qin Guan said, “then go barefoot.”

Chapter Seventy: The Right of Choice

Zhong Hongyu walked down the street, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

She had just returned from a drug rehabilitation center... It was a three-person shift, eight hours each. Besides her and Luo Shui, there was also a martial arts expert transferred from another department.

The first shift was Luo Shui's, from 8:00 to 4:00, which was a relatively normal working time. Zhong Hongyu's shift was the second, from 4:00 to 12:00. When they changed shifts, Luo Shui seemed very relaxed and even had the mood to complain to Zhong Hongyu about the food at the rehabilitation center. So Zhong Hongyu thought... this would be an easy job.

She discovered that she was completely wrong.

As a violent and repressive martial artist, she came into contact with the most severely affected people. Their appearance was hard to describe simply as horrific. They were emaciated, with sallow complexions, covered in dense scratches, sunken pupils, a few stray hairs, dark lips, and dazed eyes... They looked just like the "zombies" that Luo Shui had described to her in the novels she had read before.

What's even more similar is... these people can also go crazy.

For no reason or explanation, he was perfectly fine one second and went berserk the next. While another staff member was explaining the basics of poisonous plants to Zhong Hongyu, including their general shape and distinctive smell, he suddenly attacked anything that could hurt him with his head, hands, and feet, as if he felt no pain.

During her eight hours there, Zhong Hongyu heard mostly vile insults, followed by requests—and those requests were...

"Kill me."

At 12:30 a.m., Zhong Hongyu was walking home.

She felt deeply her own weakness.

Whether it was fear or hatred, sympathy or anger, she only felt a deep sorrow within herself and could no longer stay in that suffocating place. Therefore, she remains in a state of mental confusion.

Why is it that... Luoshui is completely unaffected?

During the handover, she acted as if she hadn't encountered anything, chatting and laughing as she handed over the work to me.

Was she forcing a smile because she didn't want to spread negative emotions, or was she just too weak?

Zhong Hongyu didn't understand, but she just couldn't get into a good mood, even if she pretended.

She walked heavily to her front door and took out her key from her pocket. However, before she could insert the key, she heard some noises coming from the other side of the door, and Zhong Hongyu frowned slightly.

The next moment, the door opened, and Zhong Yu, carrying a briefcase, appeared on the other side.

"dad..?"

"?"

Zhong Hongyu was somewhat surprised, but Zhong Yu seemed to be greatly frightened and suddenly took several steps back.

"Dad, it's so late, you...?"

Zhong Yu was dressed in inconspicuous black clothes, wearing a domed hat, and carrying a briefcase... he looked strange no matter how you looked at him.

While Zhong Hongyu was still puzzled, Zhong Yu came to her senses and said in a somewhat forced tone, "I should be the one saying this... It's so late, why are you only coming back now?"

“Didn’t your mother tell you… it’s a project from our school, and I’ve been coming home around this time every day these past few days,” Zhong Hongyu replied.

"Is that so... Your mother was already asleep when I got back." Zhong Yu paused, then picked up his briefcase and said, "A friend of mine is returning to Qiyao tonight. I'm going to pick him up from the airport. It's not business, we just want to have a few drinks..."

By this point, his expression had completely returned to normal, and he smiled, saying, "Don't tell Mom, okay?"

“Yes…” Although Zhong Hongyu felt a little strange, she was not a curious person, so she nodded slightly and said, “Please don’t drink too late.”

"I know what I'm doing."

Zhong Yu waved his hand, and his figure disappeared into the night.

Zhong Hongyu closed the door and was about to return to her room when she suddenly stopped and took a deep sniff of the air.

".."

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The next day.

Polya, the cold wind howls.

After a day of searching, the group returned to the inn and only felt alive again after eating a whole pot of stew. Polya's cold was no ordinary cold; it was a special kind, a mixture of true injury and percentage-based mixed injury, so cold that it made people afraid to breathe deeply. The chill penetrated the lungs and eroded one's will from the inside out.

"Now I know why the staple food here is stew..." Fu Feihan muttered as he went upstairs.

At the front was the gray-haired man. These three martial artists had large appetites and ate late. Mu Nandong had already returned to his room. Hearing Fu Feihan's words, he nodded in agreement.

"With this climate, if you cook each dish one by one, by the time the last dish is done, the previous dishes will have turned into ice sculptures. You could say that this terrible climate has fostered Polya's unique stew cuisine."

Ju Qiuming followed behind Fu Feihan without answering. Fu Feihan didn't mind; he was already used to Ju Qiuming's silence.

The three people naturally had different rooms. This hotel was rarely occupied, so there were plenty of empty rooms available, and each person had their own room.

Ju Qiuming's room was closest to the stairs. He took out his key, pushed open the door, and found a piece of paper slipped under the door. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up, and in that instant he realized something was wrong... but it was too late, and he could only continue.

Fu Feihan, who was taking out his keys to open the door on the right, noticed Ju Qiuming's actions. This guy was extremely curious and interested in everything, so he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Ju Qiuming remained expressionless, picked up the item, glanced at it, and calmly said, "The road to adulthood."

"Huh, what's that?" Fu Feihan was completely baffled.

The gray-haired man beside him was also taking out his keys. He smiled faintly and said, "If you don't know, it's better if you don't know... Do I have any here? If not, humph, it's because I'm upright and honest that these lowlifes wouldn't dare to come near me."

The gray-haired man entered the room with a regretful expression. Fu Feihan still didn't understand and was about to ask when Ju Qiuming naturally closed the door.

After closing the door, Ju Qiuming's expression suddenly changed.

Of course... it couldn't be that thing.

This is the note Ji Fenming gave him.

He glanced at it, and after confirming that he had memorized it, he tore it into countless tiny pieces of paper. He flushed a third of it down the toilet, scattered a third outside the window in four separate sips, and ate the last third.

"Tonight..."

Ju Qiuming certainly remembered what Ji Fenming had said to him during their last meeting.

Going is one option, not going is another. Ji Fenming will wait for Ju Qiuming there for an hour.

Whether to revert to his true identity or continue as before... the choice is entirely in Ju Qiuming's hands.

Chapter 71 Platypus Sequence True God

"Really..."

As the sun sets, Ying Qin Guan strolls leisurely along the streets of Qi Yao.

Jiu Yi wasn't joking when he said it yesterday. Ying Qin Guan really didn't see him at the board game arcade today. Later, he heard from A He, who, although she was at the board game arcade, somehow knew all sorts of things, that the dean was practicing martial arts at the training ground.

It just so happens that it's midterms recently, so the board game arcade is not crowded. Ying Qin Guan waited for a long time in the morning, but no one showed up. After lunch, Ying Qin Guan thought about it and decided not to go back and wait there like an idiot, so he went out for a stroll.

"It's a really complicated feeling. Do I want him to lose interest quickly, or do I want him to stick with it?"

"Ugh.."

Ying Qin Guan shook his head and sighed, thinking that he might be the only one left in the board game hall with the Fudo Myo-o.

"Hey, what's that...?"

As Ying Qin Guan casually glanced around, he spotted someone he didn't want to see. "How unlucky to run into this old lady even while out shopping..."

Without a doubt... it's Jifa.

She sat with a middle-aged woman whom Ying Qin Guan didn't recognize. The two seemed to be chatting about something. To be honest, being able to chat with someone like Ji Fa was practically divine. You have to understand, even Ji Fa's parents were completely helpless when facing Ji Fa, except for saying "okay, okay," "yes, yes, yes," and "uh-huh."

Ying Qin Guan glanced up casually...it was a beauty salon.

"This guy seems to be really anxious."

Ying Qin Guan scratched the back of his head. He was joking when he called Ji Fa "Auntie." She was two years older than him, twenty-five years old. Age aside, she actually looked very young. He hadn't expected her to be going to a beauty salon at such a young age. It seemed he should just call her "Pager" from now on, at least that would prevent her from worrying about her appearance.

"I'm so gentle..."

Ying Qin Guan sighed a couple of times, then turned around. Although he had run into an acquaintance while out and about, he had no intention of going into the beauty salon to say hello.

But just as he was about to leave, Ying Qin Guan turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman next to Ji Fa.

I don't know if it's just my imagination...

“She looks quite like Hongyu… no, I should say Zhong Hongyu looks like her.”

Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but stop and ponder it carefully.

"So similar..."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in my ear.

"Teacher Ying... what are you looking at?"

Ying Qin Guan was startled. His alert range was strange; it seemed he couldn't sense those too weak, his body automatically filtering them out as mere grunts. He could clearly sense those of Sword Saint and Nephalem's strength. But he couldn't sense those of higher strength, like Himura Tan Sakura. So, many times, he would be startled by some relatively weak individuals.

He turned his head and saw Luo Shui smiling.

The other person poked their head out and drawled out their voice.

"Oh—it's Teacher Jifa. Some people call her 'old auntie' all the time, but I never expected them to be like that in private—"