Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

In that environment, he went against the tide, swept across the ages, and cleansed the world. All the ancestral alien races were defeated by him and could only agree to make the monsters and alien races under his command retreat, leaving space for human survival.

A martial artist may question the God of War's strength, saying that in the primitive era, the methods of nurturing and using martial arts were not perfect, and that the God of War's strength was inferior to Ye Jiaofang or the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin. But you absolutely cannot question the God of War's historical status.

Irreplaceable, unsurpassable, incomparable, destined to be an unparalleled fighting god.

Why is the Age of Gods called the Age of Gods?

Was it because of the goddess, or because that era was mysterious and ancient?

No, the answer is because of the God of War.

Great people are always remembered. Although the God of War is no longer here, there will always be a moment when he suddenly appears in your ear in some form, making you sigh with admiration.

"That God of War is really something else."

Ying Qin Guan said softly.

Without a doubt, in the primitive era, what burned the Shenxin ancestor's family to death was the later calamity of the alien race. It was a dark period of history that no one wanted to recall. That disaster was so terrible that it burned dozens of family members to death, leaving only two survivors.

In contrast, this 'second most terrible' disaster seems to be because 'I am second because I am second, and you are first because the highest is only first,' anyway, Shenxin is jumping around right now.

"Who can argue with that?"

Yu Xietian shrugged.

However, Ying Qin Guan was quite inquisitive at this moment. Because this kind of thing obviously had nothing to do with ignorance or illiteracy; it was simply a matter of knowing or not knowing.

"What if all the Heaven Thieves in the world combined number less than three? Would all their power be concentrated in one person?"

"No...it seems to be a power inherited randomly."

"Why not increase the number of people in the family?"

"...Do you think they are aliens? This power seems to have an upper limit. Once the number of people in the family reaches a certain level, even if a disaster breaks out, the remaining people with insufficient bloodline concentration will not get fever or sick. In other words, they cannot become the carriers of the power of the Son of Man."

"Is that so..." Ying Qin Guan seemed to understand, but not quite. He roughly understood Shen Xin's situation. However, there were still many mysteries surrounding Yu Xie Tian, ​​so he asked, "Then... how did you two meet?"

"That's a long story..." Yu Xietian said, and seeing that Shenxin had not returned yet, he raised his voice a little and continued.

—The things in God's heart are secrets, things that cannot be seen in the light, but there is nothing about Him that cannot be seen by others.

"As for me, there's not much to say. I'm an orphan. I don't remember much about my childhood. I was adopted by my master, who was a swordsman in Ouma. When he was young, he challenged the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint in his prime was powerful and arrogant, proud and complacent. He won and cut off my master's arm, but he didn't kill him. My master later found me and hoped that I could inherit his mantle and defeat the Sword Saint."

"Speaking of which, my style is quite unique. My master has always been dedicated to defeating the Sword Saint. As a result, he studied many of the Sword Saint's styles, which made it easy for me to defeat the successors of the Emperor's Heart Style. Because I also know the Emperor's Heart Style, I know it inside and out, but they don't know my Wind Demon Absolute Sword."

This is also why Yu Xietian dared to challenge the Sword Saint in the first place. Firstly, the Sword Saint was no longer considered strong among the top-tier fighters at the time; secondly, Yu Xietian himself was a top-tier fighter; and thirdly, his research on the Emperor's Heart Style was quite profound. Although it was almost impossible to find a weakness in someone of the Sword Saint's level, it would at least make the fight much more comfortable.

"This is about my childhood and adolescence."

"Then, five or six years ago, my master passed away. Before he died, he inexplicably let go of everything, feeling that his life had been meaningless. So he told me not to dwell on the Sword Saint anymore and to live my own life. After I buried him, I went on a journey. During that time, I originally planned to go to the right side of Huanxing Plain, which is where the remnants of Nanqin are, and then go to Nanqin. After all, Nanqin is more martial than Yingman, and I thought I might be able to learn something. Finally, I would go to Yingman to learn a thing or two from the Sword Saint. As a disciple, there are some things I should do."

"Unfortunately, some problems arose at the very first step." Yu Xietian paused and said, "When I arrived at Huanxing Plain, the secret of the Shenxin family was exposed, and the remnants of Nanqin... I don't mean to look down on Nanqin. But Yingqin Pass, you've been in Qiyao for so long, you should be able to clearly feel the huge gap in social stability between Nanqin and Qiyao."

Ying Qin Guan nodded silently.

"The remnants of Southern Qin were even worse off than Southern Qin themselves; their power was coveted. At that time, they were all in their awakening period and had high fevers, making it impossible for them to escape on their own. Shenxin's mother had no choice but to entrust her two daughters to others. One of the righteous men took Shenxin and escaped for a long time. But he was poisoned, and before he died, he entrusted Shenxin, who was still running a high fever, to me... Later, I took Shenxin back, wanting to find her mother, but I only saw a grave. At the time, I was puzzled, but now I think it must have been erected by Hime-mura Tan-ying."

Chapter Twenty-Three: Let Fate Take Me to the Ends of the Earth

"As for what happened later... there's not much to say. My divine heart's abilities slowly awakened, and I traveled around. Sometimes I wanted to find the Sword Saint, but I always felt that I was not up to the task. Later, on one of my journeys, I met the Nephalem who was still an agent at the time, and we became acquainted."

"After that, Nephalem retired and became the Director of the State Security Department. He invited me to the Seven Luminaries, so I came here. Considering Shenxin's abilities, I opened the Yorozuya. Originally, I thought I could one day reach the top tier, but later the Sword Saint died in battle, and I felt that my goal had disappeared with him. As you can see, the rest of my life is just drifting along."

Really just drifting through life.

Other martial artists claim they're just coasting through life, and Ying Qin Guan suspects they've been practicing all night, creating fierce competition that kills other martial artists. Originally, even a weak first-rate fighter could become a teacher in the Imperial Academy's martial arts department, but now it's all about becoming a top-tier fighter. But if Yu Xietian says he's just coasting through life... then he truly is.

However, in this day and age, there are very few true martial artists like Zhong Hongyu. Most people just train to a certain extent and that's enough. Because in the past, you could get ten times the reward for every bit of effort you put in. But now that your physique and internal energy have reached their limits, you can only get one bit of reward for every ten times the effort you put in. That's the upper limit in this life, so it's better to spend some time on other things.

In the past, the methods of nurturing one's potential were imperfect, and the speed of unlocking potential was slow; every bit of effort yielded only a fraction of the reward. Therefore, one had to practice until old age. Now... normally, one reaches their peak around thirty or forty years old—at least in terms of physical fitness and internal energy. As for techniques and fighting spirit, those are other aspects of the game.

“Before Shenxin was sent away, her mother told her that once her abilities were fully awakened, she should return to her hometown with her sister, where she left them a gift.” Yu Xietian paused, then continued, “However, at that critical moment, what was left behind was probably more than just a ‘gift.’ Perhaps it was inconvenient to explain at the time… or perhaps Shenxin herself imagined that word. She was delirious from a high fever at the time, so it’s not surprising that she misheard.”

As Yu Xietian spoke, the waiter brought them the hot pot base, a standard yin-yang hot pot.

Ying Qin Guan picked up his chopsticks, put them in the water and stirred it a few times. A surge of powerful internal energy flowed in, causing the water to boil rapidly.

This move was truly divine. Yu Xietian, who could only unleash his inner energy like a shockwave, suspected that Ying Qin Guan was actually a magician.

"So, does that mean Hisumura will go there too?"

Ying Qin asked at the pass.

"Probably." Yu Xietian nodded, keenly sensing Ying Qin Guan's intention. "You...are you planning to go see him?"

“Those swords and sabers are troubling me.” Ying Qin Guan frowned slightly. “I wouldn’t have bothered with them otherwise, but if Shen Jiu really has prophetic abilities… then I have to question his purpose in giving me these swords and sabers.”

"...Your agreement with Kui?" Yu Xietian asked. He knew about this matter, and now, hearing Ying Qin Guan's words, he felt that he meant that Fei Cun sent the weapons so that Ying Qin Guan and Kui would fight each other and gain something from it.

The battle between Ying Qin Guan and Kui was bound to be a major war, but few people in the world could intervene in it, whether it was after the battle or during the battle. However, Himura Tan Sakura was one of them.

Could it be that his purpose in giving Ying Qin Guan the sword was to incite a battle between Ying Qin Guan and Kui?

It should be noted that not long ago, a zombie outbreak occurred, and Ying Qin Guan met Kui again. Kui could come to Qi Yao at any time and fight Ying Qin Guan. If Ying Qin Guan did not have that sword, given Kui's intelligence sources and Ying Qin Guan's range of activities, this agreement could have been completely wiped out by the passage of time.

“Perhaps more than that.” Ying Qin Guan shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, “But I think we still have to go see him… Tomorrow, I’ll go with you. That guy isn’t safe either.”

“Very well.” Yu Xietian nodded, not surprised by Ying Qin Guan’s decision.

Hishimura Tan's strength is formidable, and he is elusive and unpredictable. Now that he has the opportunity to face him directly, if he were Ying Qin Guan, he wouldn't want to miss it.

“But… there’s a big problem,” Yu Xietian said.

"what?"

"We have tickets for tomorrow."

"so what?"

"Today is Chinese New Year, and we bought our tickets last month. We're leaving tomorrow... Do you think you'll be able to get tickets?"

The hardest thing in the world to snatch.

Bank (×)

Tickets for going home for Chinese New Year (√)

".."

".."

Silence, silence is the hot pot restaurant today.

Ying Qin Guan finally discovered this fatal problem... Having been in Qi Yao for so long, he naturally knew how difficult it was to snag tickets during holidays, especially when leaving tomorrow... This was truly a difficult problem.

Finally, Ying Qin Guan said:

"The Nephalem... should have a way. Let's go find him after we finish eating."

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The Nephalem were indeed incredibly powerful, easily securing a plane ticket for Ying Qin Guan.

For the Nephalem, which has the support of state power, it is impossible to be stumped by such a thing, and in extreme circumstances, it is not impossible to mobilize private planes.

Ying Qin Guan checked in the weapons, and he and the Yorozuya crew boarded the plane.

They had to go to Sato City in the Kingdom of Roy first, because there was no airport in Huanxing Plain, not to mention a high-speed rail station or a bus station. The overall level of development was much behind that of Nanqin, so they had no choice but to travel there.

"A remnant of the Southern Qin dynasty..."

Ying Qin Guan rested his chin on his hand, his gaze unfocused.

Most of the people he knew were dead. The reason I didn't list them all is because Ying Qin had entered the city a few times and encountered some people there. But were those people still alive? Probably not.

Of the entire village, none survived except him; their bodies were rotting. Nephalem wanted to bury them, but Ying Qin Guan refused and burned them all to the ground.

In most parts of the Southern Qin region, the custom of burial is practiced, but in the Yizhou area, cremation is the custom.

The longer Ying Qin Guan lived in Qi Yao, the more he felt that his previous life was like a dream, as if it were two different worlds. This gave Ying Qin Guan a strange sense of unreality. His current attitude towards life was also very casual. Perhaps influenced by this feeling, he lived like this, not thinking about the future, like a GTA5 player who stole a car on the side of the road. No one except God knew where he would go.

Just listen to the music, step on the gas, whistle at passersby, drink with the piercing sound of police sirens, dance in the hail of bullets, and let fate take me to the ends of the earth.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Let Me Start a Wildfire

boom!

Ji Fenming launched a series of attacks, his inner energy exploding and swirling wildly. He and Ji Qiuming were indeed brothers; neither had any family martial arts, they learned different techniques, and their life experiences were quite different. Yet, in the end, they arrived at the same conclusion, discovering this dark and ruthless fighting style.

When Ying Qin Guan saw Ji Qiuming throw a punch, he immediately sensed that the boy's fists were ruthless. Such fists were not something that could emerge in a peaceful and prosperous era. If such fists were to appear in a peaceful and prosperous era, then the owner of those fists would surely cause unrest in the world.

Martial artists don't really believe in the saying "appearance reflects the heart," but they do believe that "fist techniques originate from the heart."

You can get a glimpse of what kind of person someone is just by looking at their playing style.

Ji Qiuming's inner energy surged, and he swung his hand back, unleashing a blinding burst of light in an attempt to disrupt Ji Fenming's attack. However, a martial artist like Ji Fenming had a heart of stone. Even if a needle were about to pierce his eye, he could defy human instinct and refuse to close his eyes. If necessary, he wouldn't even dodge, trading injury for life.

This is the kind of determination that a top-notch martial artist must have.

"This kind of technique is enough to deal with students in school!" Ji Fenming launched a series of fierce attacks, breaking through Ji Qiuming's defenses. His offensive was like a storm, leaving Ji Qiuming with no chance to fight back. "But it's far from enough to deal with someone who keeps swords and knives around even when he sleeps!"

With a punch, he struck Ji Qiuming squarely in the chest, sending him staggering back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He could hold his own against the gray-haired man, who was also a tutor at the Imperial Academy, for several rounds, indicating he was at least a top-tier player. However, now, facing Ji Fenming, he was completely overwhelmed and unable to fight back.

Ji Fenming slowly withdrew his fist.

"Your punches were too slow."

Ji Qiuming nodded silently.

He was always silent, and it was unclear whether it was because he was good at being silent, liked being silent, or simply had no other choice but to remain silent.

Ji Fenming was used to Ji Qiuming's silence. He sighed softly and said, "You have unresolved issues... Qiuming, I know you may be thinking about many things. Humans and other races, how can we coexist harmoniously? How can we live in the sunlight? Actually, you don't need to think about these things. Those are questions for me to ponder. I brought you back not so that you would exhaust yourself thinking about these things."

After a moment of silence, Ji Qiuming asked in a low voice, "What's the deal with the Black Dragon Empire's envoy?"

For the past few months, Ji Qiuming has been living in this incredible underwater city, where many things are unfamiliar to him. However, Ji Qiuming has an extremely strong ability to adapt, so it's not a big problem. What he's more concerned about is... the envoy from the Black Dragon Empire.

When he first arrived in the city, around the middle of the previous semester, an envoy from the Black Dragon Empire came. That seemed to be the beginning, and they kept coming after that, probably four or five times.

Speaking of which... what time is it now? It's probably winter break, right?

Living in this city where the sun never shines, Ji Qiuming had no idea what time it was.