Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The boss leaned against the headboard, reading a book. The cover featured a familiar scene of a red-clad warrior killing four opponents, accompanied by the line, "How could I, your subject, harbor any treacherous intentions?" It was none other than the Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin.

The three knocked on the door and went inside. Jiu Yi didn't seem to notice anything, but Nefertari seemed to sense something, turned around and glanced at Ying Qin Guan, as if he wanted to confirm with him. Ying Qin Guan didn't even look at Nefertari, and just nodded casually.

"What brings you three to visit me?"

When the three people came in, the shopkeeper put the bookmark in and then placed the book on the bedside table.

The three men put down the gifts they had snatched from Yu Xietian. Clearly, none of them intended to answer the question directly. Would it be appropriate to say that they came to mock Yu Xietian and then just happened to come and see him? It wouldn't be very appropriate, would it?

Ying Qin Guan naturally didn't answer the boss's question directly, but asked curiously, "What did you eat? Why have you been lying here until now?"

For some reason, Ying Qin Guan felt that lately, many people around him were frequently ending up in the hospital because of what they ate. And these people seemed to share a common characteristic...

The boss gave a forced smile and said, "I don't know. I eat this and that every day; maybe some strange ingredients have synthesized some dangerous chemicals in my stomach..."

"Fish and vegetables?" Ying Qin Guan said. This is a widely circulated belief that fish and vegetables should not be eaten together, otherwise one will be poisoned and hospitalized.

"Then it might not be just a matter of having a large appetite..."

The boss grumbled, "In fact, if you want to end up in the hospital from eating these two things, you'd have to order them by the ton. It's a bit of a mixed bag of knowledge, partly right and partly wrong."

"I didn't expect you to read this too, boss," Nefertari said. He hadn't read it before, but after getting a few copies from Yin, he found that Zhao Yunxian's writing was alright. Unfortunately, the fact that she knew Ying Qin Guan made him feel out of place all the time. The book had a lot of cool lines from Ji Li, such as...

'In this world, there is no struggle in which I cannot prevail.'

'Among all the heroes under heaven, who dares to stand in my way?!'

"I, Ji, am here... Anyone else want to come up and spar with me?"

'I annihilated the Black Dragon Army in one battle; if I am invincible, who is?'

If it were Ying Qin Pass instead...

'Fuck you!'

'Go to hell!'

'Go to hell'

'fuck'

—Although Nephalem, as the old woman who had taken care of Ying Qin for half a year, viewed him from a slightly negative perspective. After all, although Brother Duck was uncultured, he was at least an honest man and wouldn't insult someone's mother so readily. However, the logic was still there. Nephalem watched Ji Li in the book composing poems and expounding verses fluently, remaining calm and composed when facing enemies, and first launching into a few verbal attacks... It was indeed quite jarring.

While you were spouting nonsense, the real Ying Qin Guan had already cut you down with a single consciousness slash.

However, Ying Qin Guan, with his alter ego in mind, doesn't think that way. He can't even tolerate anyone saying anything bad about Ji Li.

Ji Li = me, saying Ji Li is bad = saying I am bad.

Men don't have to be as perfect as Ji Li.

Speaking of this book, Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Zhao Yunxian writes too slowly. It's been several months since her last book came out, and there's still no news about the next one..."

—When Zhao Yunxian finishes the first draft, the company usually releases a preview, and then refines the first draft. This period is used to whet the readers' appetite. Although the readers are in suspense, at least they have something to look forward to, knowing that it will be published soon. Unlike now, there is no news at all.

"It is indeed a bit slow..." the boss nodded and said, "I'll have her editor urge her later."

—The company that Zhao Yunxian works for also belongs to the boss.

Before Jiu Yi could even show a "jealous" expression, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door. Then, without waiting for the boss's response, a black-haired girl burst in, shouting, "Brother, my parents don't support me! They're so blind, they have absolutely no artistic talent! Give me the money!"

"I am about to fulfill a great, historic dream!"

Chapter Eleven: Come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!

The black-haired girl must have run over; she was slightly out of breath, her face flushed, and she looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and a fair complexion. Like the shop owner, her black hair had a strand of silver highlighted. However, while the shop owner had chosen a section of her bangs, this black-haired girl... whether intentionally or not, had that single strand of silver hair sticking up like a cowlick on her head.

Ying Qin Guan was somewhat surprised that the boss actually had a younger sister... and she looked much older than him. The boss must have been around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his sister was ten years younger than him. This couple really couldn't stand being alone.

"Not recognizing someone's true worth" isn't the right way to put it.

The boss grumbled, then asked, "What kind of trouble are you up to now?"

"I'm going to make a movie! I'm planning to make a movie!"

"Huh? What are you doing? Why do you suddenly want to make movies again..."

"I'm serious this time!" the black-haired girl declared confidently. "With just one source of funding, I can create miracles. I already have a brilliant story idea..."

The experienced Nephalem nodded and said, "We're just missing a sucker."

Jiu nodded in agreement, "They've come looking for a sucker."

Only Ying Qin Guan looked completely bewildered. A movie? What is a movie?

In fact, it's not fair to blame Qin Guan for being illiterate. The concept of "movie" is relatively recent. Although television sets haven't really entered the market yet, people have a basic understanding of "film and television dramas." However, at this time, the distinction between TV series and movies wasn't very clear. People only knew that longer ones were TV series and shorter ones were movies. The differences in principles, viewing environment, narrative purpose, and psychological experience hadn't yet been revealed; there was only this vague concept.

It's not Ying Qin Guan's fault for not knowing this. Even in a place like the Seven Luminaries City, it's rare to find two or three people who knew the concept of "movie" before television even entered the market. And coincidentally, apart from Ying Qin Guan, the other three people here all knew about it.

However, Yingqin Pass is Yingqin Pass. One of the core survival rules of the platypus is, "As long as I don't ask, no one will know that I don't understand, so I must understand."

Therefore, he also showed the expressions of Jiu Yi and Nephalem.

Clearly, Jiu Yi and Nefertiti's words (inner thoughts) had affected the black-haired girl. She turned her head fiercely, about to exchange a few words of greeting, when the boss spoke up quietly from the side.

"That silver-haired guy, Dean of the Imperial Academy, you'll be sent to the Imperial Academy as expected. If you don't want to be treated unfairly, you'd better watch out."

The black-haired girl paused slightly, then glared angrily at Nephalem.

Then, the boss's voice continued.

“This, Nephalem, you’ve heard his story.”

—Nephalem, the legendary spy of the Seven Luminaries Empire, aside from figures like the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin, is one of the most dazzling rising stars on the continent, perhaps even one of them. At this age, with this strength... he is undoubtedly a powerful martial artist who can secure a spot in the top seven and contend for the top three in the world today.

—Of course, this only applies to those who are clearly skilled.

The black-haired girl immediately stopped glaring at Nephalem, and awkwardly withdrew her gaze. Her repeated failures were extremely funny, and Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"If you don't laugh, it'll be fine, but if you do, you'll stir up a hornet's nest." The black-haired girl changed her target again, angrily saying, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one! Come on!"

Brave Black-haired Girl Brave

At this moment, the boss finally said, "This person is...", but the rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

To kick the hardest part of the iron plate... that's more than just bravery, it's godlike!

The boss rubbed his forehead, while Nephalem and Jiu also looked at him with sympathy. Regardless of the depth of their understanding, these three were probably the people in the world who had the most contact with Ying Qin Pass. Therefore, they all understood one characteristic of Ying Qin Pass...

If someone challenges him to a duel, regardless of gender, age, number of people, location, or who he is challenged to, he will fight.

"A one-on-one duel, with me?" Ying Qin Guan pointed to himself and smiled, "Sure..."

His seemingly calm yet strangely enigmatic attitude made the black-haired girl, who had only been joking, a little nervous. She immediately took a half-step back without making a sound and poked the boss's waist.

"Brother, who is he?"

Before the boss could speak, Nephalem spoke up.

He said with a playful tone, "As for who he is, I can tell you, he's a martial artist. But he hasn't learned any advanced training methods; his style was just something he figured out on his own. He's been practicing martial arts for less than two years, and he's not very hardworking. He's never been hospitalized because of a fight, and he rarely actually fights. He lacks combat experience, and when he fights, he usually just intimidates his opponent with his eyes... Young lady, he mocked you. If you don't avenge this now, when will you?"

The most brilliant lie is the truth that has been chosen.

Jiu Yixu glanced at his old classmate and thought he was really unkind, but Nai Feitian remained indifferent.

Unfortunately, the black-haired girl didn't seem to be stupid. After Nephalem's embellishments, she began to feel that something was amiss.

"Hey...bro, who is he?"

The boss rubbed his hair and sighed, "Ying Qin Guan... Even you should have heard of this name. Darius just stepped on him not long ago. I don't know about his training methods and school, but it's true that he hasn't been practicing martial arts for more than two years. He's a genius, and the reason he's never been hospitalized is because no one has been able to beat him. He lacks combat experience... Darius is considered a top-tier expert. He only exchanged a few glances with him, and intimidating him with his eyes was his consciousness strike. You can go to the Imperial Academy to inquire about it."

The boss, of course, didn't help outsiders harm his own sister. He said succinctly, "You're asking for death if you fight him."

"The last sentence is superfluous; I already understand that."

The black-haired girl swallowed hard, turned her head to look, and tried to cover it up, "Um... I was just kidding, haha, Teacher Ying, I'm your fan..."

Ying Qin Guan didn't really hold a grudge against the young girl; he would accept any challenge. However, he wouldn't force anyone to fight. His boss had treated him well, and these small matters were no big deal.

He casually picked up a piece of fruit from the side, transformed his inner energy into a knife, and began to peel it.

Nephalem didn't get the show he wanted and shook his head with some regret, "In the end, he's not as brave as the gods."

Speaking of Shenxin, Jiu also showed great respect and said, "Miss Shenxin is a true warrior for doing what she knows to be impossible."

—These are the heartfelt words of someone who has suffered greatly from the oppression of the Qin Dynasty.

"Really..." the boss sighed, knowing he was about to be ripped off. "So, you said you wanted to make a movie, and it sounds like you'll be the screenwriter... What kind of movie do you want to make?"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired girl immediately perked up.

"I got the inspiration from Zhao Yunxian... I want to make a movie about the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin. But not about what happened after he died, but about his life before that!"

With a crunch, Ying Qin Guan took a bite, and the juicy flesh splashed all over his mouth.

"..ha?"

Chapter Twelve: Playing Yourself

What is the secret to wealth?

Zhao Yunxian, who created the "I am an unnamed swordsman from Southern Qin, I am not dead yet, send me money" style and made a fortune, directly achieving financial freedom, provided the answer.

Actually, the God of War is a good subject, but the God of War... has been written to death.

Throughout history, countless stories, plays, novels, and stage dramas have been written about the God of War to death. But the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin is different. Although Zhao Yunxian started a trend, and many imitations followed, the story of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin has only been around for a little over a year, less than two years. This mysterious person, who descended from the sky and is full of enigmas, still has countless points to explore.

For characters like Zhao Yunxian, writing about what happens after him is one point of interest, but writing about what happens before him is also another.

"Brother, let me tell you, I already have a feeling this is going to be a story that will shock the industry, unprecedented and unparalleled. No one else could have such a brilliant idea as mine..."

The black-haired girl spoke eloquently, while the boss, expressionless, said, "Before you, I had already obtained a total of sixteen scripts regarding movies. Nine of them were about the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin. Of those nine, only two were imitations of the story after Zhao Yunxian's writing; the remaining seven were about the period before that..."

"!" The black-haired girl was shocked. "Has someone already thought of this?!"

The boss sighed. In truth, getting a script into his hands was like a thousand soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge; he'd probably written hundreds. But only the best few ever made it to him. There was no need to bring that up and be discouraging.

"But it doesn't matter! My story will definitely surpass theirs!" The black-haired girl rubbed her hands together like a fly. "Brother, invest some money. You provide the money, I'll provide the brains, and you can take half the profits."

The boss asked, "Where's the script? Let me see it first."

"...in my mind."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. Good heavens, this is really just looking for a sucker, trying to get something for nothing!