Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The Seven Luminaries have been established for less than two hundred years, and their progenitor, a different race, had to undergo a full thirty-six tribulations. On average, you have to undergo a tribulation every six years, which is quite a tight schedule.

“Yes.” Fu Feihan actually got it and nodded in agreement, saying, “The average lifespan of a scattered fish is quite long, although not as long as that of a carp, it is still forty or fifty years. Normal magical beasts are extremely afraid of tribulation. Because it is a matter of life and death, magical beasts have no intelligence and are physiologically afraid of it. So they usually choose to undergo tribulation when they are about to die of old age and have no other choice... If there really is an ancestral alien race of scattered fish, then there will definitely be seven or eight hundred years before it becomes a sacred magical beast, and after that, it is hard to say.”

The number of strange facts has increased...

Ying Qin was thinking about these things. He really didn't know about these things before. Did magical beasts have such rules when undergoing tribulation?

Wait a minute... Ying Qin Guan suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "With such a large population of mayflies, such a short lifespan, and such a fast tribulation, wouldn't it be easy for them to produce ancestral alien races?"

"Huh..."

Ying Qin Guan's sudden, divine question truly stumped the two men. But they were thinking about something more profound—not just mayflies, but all creatures with large populations and short lifespans... Logically, such creatures with large populations and short lifespans should be more likely to produce primordial alien races. However, in reality, the primordial alien races whose magical beast identities have been confirmed are all extremely powerful magical beasts; there's no such thing as mayflies or ants among them.

Just as the two were deep in thought, a pleasant voice rang out from beside them.

"The woman does know a little about this matter."

Chapter 5 Race Values

Ying Qin Pass had heard all sorts of strange self-designations.

When facing outsiders, the boss refers to himself as "this humble one," while Hishimura Tan's wife refers to herself as "this young man," and Feng Yunke likes to refer to himself as "someone." Similarly, when Ji Li is showing off, he also likes to refer to himself as "Ji."

Ying Qin Guan means that he himself would occasionally refer to himself as Ying Mou, which is reasonable, and Zhao Yunxian's portrayal is quite good.

Of course, none of these self-proclaimed claims are as outrageous as Nocturne's.

There has never been a woman referring to herself as such before. In the Southern Qin region, she is simply called "little woman." I have never heard of anyone removing the word "little." Some people have asked Ye Qu why she refers to herself like this, and why she can't add "little." This is how Ye Qu answered.

'A woman is a woman, why must you add "little" to that?'

That leaves one speechless.

Breaking free from conventional and stubborn ideas, doing things according to one's own will—that's what Nocturne is all about; that's the kind of thing she's capable of doing.

She can appear in any unexpected place. Therefore, she's known as a randomly spawning NPC, just like here she is now.

"Shall we let the women participate too?" Nocturne asked with a smile, fanning herself.

Ying Qin Guan still didn't quite understand what this "participate in one" meant, so he remained silent. With Fu Feihan and Nocturne on the field, he had to be extremely careful about his words. However, Fu Feihan's loss of Ju Qiuming was like Qi Yao losing San Yu, or Ying Man losing the Sword Saint. His threat level had probably dropped by more than half, so he was no longer a concern.

The gray-haired man understood, and he squinted, saying, "If you can handle it..."

Nocturne glanced at the color of the pot, her expression unchanged, and sat down—based on Ying Qin Guan's understanding of her, he guessed she was just there to chat for a bit, not really to eat.

"Regarding what you were just discussing," Nocturne said with a smile, "the example of the mayfly is not very good, because the mayfly starved to death. After it becomes an adult, its mouthparts degenerate and it cannot eat. Such a physiologically defective creature cannot evolve into a magical beast. Although magical beasts usually go against the environment, they cannot go against themselves."

"The main question is why none of those creatures, despite their large numbers, short lifespans, and lack of physiological defects, became the Primordial Alien Race... Well, not necessarily. Some of them might have been Primordial Aliens, just in relatively small numbers. So the question is, given their massive numbers, they could transcend tribulations more quickly. But why are their overall numbers less than those of the proper magical beasts?"

Nocturne seemed to be in high spirits, and she was about to begin her long speech when the fearless young Fu stepped in and challenged her.

“I have a problem with that. Teacher Nocturne, you’re not one of the original alien races. How do you know that their numbers are relatively small? Did they tell you that? Have you seen them with your own eyes? This doesn’t hold water from the start.”

In this era, the term "troll" hasn't yet appeared. But just as Cao Cao was a person while "Cao the Traitor" represents a spirit, although the term hasn't been coined, the will of the troll already exists. Hearing Fu Feihan's words, Ying Qin Guan inexplicably felt a surge of determination, wanting to unleash a combo of EQ flash AEQR followed by Ctrl+6 and then B. However, given the difference in their strength, Fu Feihan probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the first EQ.

However, all three present assumed that Nocturne could easily provide an explanation to break this seemingly unfounded argument. After all, this was Nocturne; how could she be stumped by such a question?

But... Nocturne fell silent.

Yes, she fell silent!

This was utterly astonishing, even to the three of them, and even Xiao Fu, who had asked the question, was shocked. After all, he had only asked casually, but judging from the looks of it... Nocturne really didn't seem to know the answer?!

real or fake? !

Could it be that the invincible Nocturne, the tyrannical and unstoppable entertainer who runs rampant in the Imperial Court, is also going to suffer a setback?

Just as Ying Qin Guan's expression was becoming increasingly excited, a cold voice suddenly came from the side.

"This kind of question is meaningless. You might think that asking such a question would make you seem more rigorous. But obviously it isn't. Humanity currently lacks the means to conduct in-depth research on the Primordial Race. We can only summarize and organize the existing information and then speculate and deduce. If you want her to prove this... unless she is a Primordial Race member, how can she prove it?"

Ying Qin Guan didn't need to turn his head to know that the person who came was none other than Mu Nan Dong.

Fu Feihan swallowed hard, looking as if he'd been caught red-handed by the teacher, and said nervously, "Hello, teacher!"

The gray-haired man beside him, perhaps influenced by Fu Feihan, also became nervous and subconsciously said, "Teacher..."

Before that word "good" could be uttered and his reputation ruined, the gray-haired man finally snapped out of his fear of being dominated by Mu Nandong and realized that he was also a teacher. He then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "What I mean is, Teacher Mu is right, Xiao Fu, your posture still needs improvement."

Ying Qin Guan asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

Mu Nandong glanced at him and said, "It's getting cold. I'm not some fitness enthusiast. Is it strange that I eat something occasionally?"

Ying Qin glanced at him from head to toe, nodded, and said, "I find it quite strange..."

Fu Feihan and the gray-haired man nodded quietly to each other. Mu Nandong gave the impression of being as self-disciplined as a monk.

"It's just a stereotype..."

Mu Nandong sat down, and Ye Qu, who had returned to her previous state, smiled faintly and said, "I must thank Teacher Mu for helping me out of this predicament... My skills are not very good, so perhaps Teacher Mu could also answer this question?"

Mu Nandong glanced at Ye Qu, perhaps wondering what this woman was up to. She couldn't possibly be unaware of this... but now that things had come to this, Mu Nandong didn't like to beat around the bush. If he had been born into a normal family, he would have accepted any red envelopes offered by relatives without hesitation.

"It's very simple. If bloodline is something that is dispensable for humans, then for magical beasts, bloodline determines everything from birth. Some scholars have proposed a term called racial value. The higher the racial value of a creature, the more likely it is to become a magical beast. The higher the racial value of a magical beast, the more likely it is to become an ancestral alien race. Those creatures with a large population and short lifespans can hardly become magical beasts. Even if they become magical beasts, they do not have the ability to transcend tribulations. Even if they can transcend tribulations, their racial characteristics mean that even if they reach the thirty-fifth tribulation and are infinitely close to the level of the ancestral alien race, they will still be killed by an ordinary animal."

"The world of Warcraft is much crueler than the human world. Birth determines everything. No matter what, a person has at least a lot of opportunities to change their fate. But in Warcraft... it's not entirely impossible. But the probability is like the probability of randomly pointing on a number line and the x and y axes being integers."

"Hey, isn't that quite a lot?" Ying Qin Guan scratched the back of his head. "Aren't all numbers integers on a number line?"

The other four people on the sidelines, except for Mu Nandong, exchanged a knowing glance, and no one explained the basics of Ying Qin Guan to him.

Chapter Six: Jiu Yi, quickly say you forgot!

Ying Qin still failed to understand one principle.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

Especially when you're talking to a bunch of people who are far more educated than you... speak as little as possible, and never raise any objections.

Just like now, he has once again exposed his lack of cultural knowledge, but he is still completely unaware of it.

However, Ying Qin Guan keenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

Ok?

Could it be...?

Could it be that Mu Nandong said something wrong? I pointed it out, and he feels extremely embarrassed! Is everyone feeling awkward for him, which is why they're not saying anything?

Ying Qin Guan glanced around and looked at the crowd.

Mu Nandong has a stern face, I can't tell anything, pass!

The Nocturne is still laughing; the entertainer, I don't understand, just move on!

The gray-haired guy, and Fu Feihan...are they trying not to laugh?!

I know how spicy it is!

Ying Qin Guan suddenly realized that this must be it; Mu Nan Dong had said something wrong, and he had corrected him. That's why the two were laughing, but they were afraid of Mu Nan Dong, so they didn't dare to laugh out loud!

Haha, I didn't expect Mu Nandong to make a mistake. But hey, it's normal for people to make mistakes. Even when I'm playing cards, I sometimes make mistakes by first going straight and then breaking up the sequence. To avoid embarrassing him, I'll change the subject!

With this thought in mind, Ying Qin Guan, who felt he had sacrificed himself for others, calmly said, "There's no need to discuss this topic too much. Let's just pretend nothing happened."

Nocturne nodded with a smile, "Since Teacher Ying has said so..."

Fu Feihan and the gray-haired man on the side were practically bursting with laughter. But in order to avoid being subjected to the "Consciousness Slash" combo, they could only force a smile and calmly agree.

Mu Nandong's side...

"Tsk...so spicy."

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Before we knew it, it was January 27th.

Ying Qin Pass, Jiu Yi, Mu Nan Dong.

Nineteen revisions, Nephalem, Nocturne.

Jade and Heaven, Divine Heart, update the word count unit to Zhaoyunxian.

Luo Shui, a Class A war criminal who scored a whopping -12 points, and her two teammates, A He and Ruo Ye.

The twelve people reunited for the final recording of the show.

After the first two recordings, the scores for the four groups were as follows.

Jiuyi Group: Ying Qin Guan and Mu Nan Dong each carried the team in one game, scoring the highest with 43 points.

Group 19: In the second round, Nephalem was heavily targeted and instantly killed by the desperate Ying Qin Guan. He played like a war criminal and scored 27 points.

The Zhao Yunxian group scored 24 points, and the scene of Shen Xin giving away the prize is still being sung by the program team.

Finally, there's the Wakaba group: 18 points, going from -12 to 18... Their weakness was the main reason for their score in the second round.

"Hmph!" Although the program team hadn't announced the specific rules for today's competition, Jiu Yi already considered victory a sure thing. He put one hand on his hip, looking arrogant, "What I've accomplished is irreversible! The voice card is now in my hands! I consider the boss my father, so how could the competition not go my way!"

—It's somewhat like recognizing a thief as one's father, sacrificing one's soul for the sake of a goal.

Speaking of voice cards... Ying Qin Guan got another one from Gou Ka headquarters, but he didn't think it was anything to brag about, so he didn't mention it. However, seeing Jiu Yi's expression, Ying Qin Guan, who had two voice cards, wanted to tease him a bit...

Mu Nandong said coldly, "Judging from the last game, those who score high points are targeted. I advise you to stop making such gestures."

However, Jiu Yi didn't take it to heart at all. He said arrogantly, "Impossible. We have 43 points. The second group is 16 points behind us. It will be easy to crush them."

Ying Qin Guan squinted and said, "After I came to the Seven Luminaries, I learned a new term: 'poisonous milk'..."

"Oh dear, we can't be jinxed, how can we be jinxed? This is a race with borrowed objects, how many points can we gain? Besides, we have us. We need to learn to overwhelm our enemies with our momentum. How can we lose with 43 points against 27 points? We can win by just overpowering them!"

Jiu Yi's overconfidence put immense pressure on the other three groups, while Shen Xin remained resolute and unaffected.

The host arrived, and she was very dedicated. She wore black stockings and a bodycon skirt during the summer vacation, and now, in the dead of winter, she's still wearing them. She's truly dedicated to her original aspirations, and her professional skills are outstanding. I suggest the boss give her a black stockings allowance.

She explained the game rules to everyone with great enthusiasm and expression.

First and foremost is the points. The first person to cross the finish line gets 24 points, the second gets 22 points, and so on.

This scoring system was within Mu Nandong's expectations. If it were the same as before, with only a one-point difference, then it could be said that the remaining contestants would have no chance to turn the tide. However, the production team couldn't directly target any group, so they could only work on this aspect to give other groups some room to make a comeback.

Secondly, the straight-line distance of the race track for this obstacle course is three kilometers... Of course, most people can't run in a straight line.

Of course, in this race with borrowed items, distance isn't the key factor; otherwise, it would just be a race, and Ying Qin Guan would dominate the field. The focus is on the items. At each of the five checkpoints on the track, there's a stall with balloons and shotguns hanging on them. Participants are required to shoot the balloons, which contain a slip of paper indicating what they need to collect. Only after collecting that item can they proceed to the next checkpoint to collect the next item.