Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

In fact, this is just one interpretation. However, it is indeed too difficult to get others to understand another interpretation.

Dying anonymously, a normal person's attention would naturally be on that anonymousness. But actually, the important thing isn't whether someone is anonymous or not. It's the word "death." Humans can't resist death, but they can resist being anonymous. So, caught up in this way of thinking, they don't even think about the word "death," their attention is entirely focused on being anonymous.

Yu Xietian seemed to be deep in thought, and after some time, he left with the divine heart.

The man in crimson robes stood before the ancient sword, his eyes deep and thoughtful. After a moment, he casually turned around and glanced at Yu Xietian and Shen Xin, who were walking away into the distance.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and removed the secret technique that concealed his aura.

"It's so nostalgic, Shenya. Your descendant is so much like you. But she seems to live a much freer life than you. You can never forget those things. But in the end, you left nothing behind. Now, besides me, who else remembers you?"

The man stared at the ancient sword, his gaze gradually sharpening.

"Investing in the future is the greatest expectation of short-lived species, and their greatest comfort in the face of a perilous fate. Without hope for the future, living would be a very sad thing. Therefore, investing in the future is certainly the right thing to do for short-lived species, creating more value within a limited scope..."

The man looked up as the last rays of the setting sun fell, and a line of cranes, which had almost completely degenerated into ordinary animals, flew by.

All magical beasts live in environments completely incompatible with their physical forms. For example, those living in the tropics have incredibly warm fur, while those living in the frigid zones practically skin themselves, exposing their blood vessels. The life of a magical beast race is a struggle against its environment. Once a magical beast begins to adapt to its environment and evolves adaptive traits, it undergoes a process of degeneration—it's about to transform from a magical beast into an ordinary animal. But ironically, after degenerating into an ordinary animal, because of this adaptation, the population of the species actually increases dramatically.

Just like... a person.

After all the rough edges and sharpness are worn away, and one becomes cynical and rebellious, after going through countless hardships, one finally becomes an ordinary person. This is the life of everyone.

It's not a bad thing, nor is it a good thing; it's just happening like this, whether you like it or not. If you like it, great; if you don't, let life beat you a few more times.

The man with deep purple eyes watched the mushroom crane disappear into the distance, a faint smile always on his face.

"Fight on, fight on, never stop."

"With oneself, with nature, and with destiny."

"We set off in July and arrived at the Sangori volcanic zone in August."

"They set off in November and arrived in Polya in December."

"Chasing the cold, seeking the heat."

"A relentless struggle, yet ultimately destined to succumb to fate. A sparsely populated race, unable even to fulfill the vital task of reproduction—as biological beings, this undoubtedly reflects a lack of significant value. If there is any way to rewrite this despairing destiny, there is only one..."

The man withdrew his gaze and the smile on his face disappeared. The wind blew the hem of his clothes, and the afterglow of the setting sun draped him in a golden veil.

"Survive the thirty-six tribulations and become the progenitor whom heaven and earth cannot tolerate."

Chapter Eleven: The Ritual of Stealing Fate

"Is everything you said... true?"

"of course."

In the dimly lit room, Wang Qiushui was confronting the man... She learned some shocking news from him, and her expression turned grim.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, saying, "A long time ago, you told me that you had a way to obtain immortality... but I never expected it to be this."

“If it weren’t for this incident, you wouldn’t have learned this secret from me so quickly.” The man put one foot on the chair and said calmly, “But now I have no choice. He is from the same era as you, and has lived for thousands of years. He has countless methods. If I don’t do something and let him succeed, then he will come to kill me.”

"Hmph..." Wang Qiushui snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "When you monopolized the spoils of war back then, you should have foreseen this scene today, shouldn't you?"

"I just didn't expect this moment to come so soon."

".."

Both of them fell silent.

Not long ago, Wang Qiushui learned that the Red Emperor's remains had been stolen. Under pressure, the man had no choice but to tell Wang Qiushui many secrets.

This includes a long-standing mystery that Wang Qiushui has never been able to solve: how exactly did the man kill the Red Emperor and take over his estate?

So that's what it was about—working with someone like that...

The man said that after collaborating with this person to kill the Red Emperor, the two of them worked together to study the Red Emperor's legacy. However, after discovering the ritual for inheriting destiny, he chose to turn against the Red Emperor and take all the legacy for himself. For many years, the Red Emperor had been searching for him... but he never expected to be found now.

—Of course, I'm not referring to people, but to the remains of the Red Emperor.

“Although he hasn’t found me yet, if he really completes the ritual, inherits the Red Emperor’s destiny, and possesses the abilities of the progenitor alien race, then I’ll be in big trouble.”

The man smiled and said, "We're in the same boat now, so you'll have to help me out."

Wang Qiushui said coldly, "You might as well just die like this."

“That’s true, I suppose you don’t care whether I live or die.” The man shrugged, and Wang Qiushui’s answer was exactly what he expected. “But you have two reasons why you have to help me.”

".."

Wang Qiushui remained silent, while the man smiled and extended his finger.

"You know without me saying it. First, if you don't know, that's fine. But if you do know, you won't sit idly by and watch a new ancestral alien race appear."

Looking at Qiu Shui with a cold gaze, she had to admit that the man was right; she indeed could not stand idly by and watch a new ancestral alien race emerge.

"Secondly... guess why he could use the Red Emperor's remains as soon as he got them, while I've been leaving them unused?"

Wang Qiushui's eyes flickered, and she said coldly, "You wouldn't be trying to say that it's for my sake, would you?"

“Exactly!” The man made an exaggerated gesture, clapped his hands suddenly, and laughed, “It’s all for you, Miss Magician, because I promised you eternal life. That’s why I’ve kept this all this time, otherwise I would have used it long ago.”

"Hmph... Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? You're probably just using me as a guinea pig."

"If you always look at me with such malice, then your conclusions will inevitably be just as malice-filled." The man smiled elegantly, opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a razor. "How could I possibly be using you as a guinea pig? Do you think I have a second progenitor left for myself?"

".."

Wang Qiushui remained silent, because the man's words made some sense. Was there another ancestor for him to plunder?

But she didn't believe that this man was truly so trustworthy.

Whether she believed it or not was irrelevant; the man knew she couldn't resist the temptation. Firstly, there was the immortality she had been desperately seeking; secondly, the idea of ​​replacing the ancestral alien destiny was simply too alluring. He knew that Wang Qiushui must be thinking a great deal about this at this moment.

"Whether you believe it or not, it was something I prepared for you." The man smiled. "Now it's been taken away, and although I'd like to take it back for you myself, it's clear that my methods are limited. So, you'll have to rely on yourself."

"...The world is vast, what if he completes the ritual in a deserted corner, how am I supposed to stop him?"

"Don't worry, you'll find out." The man picked up a razor, humming an old nursery rhyme as he shaved. "Because the ritual is destined to be impossible for him to complete in a deserted place... Besides, if he really chose such a place, he'd have nowhere to cry if the apocalypse came."

It was only at this moment that Wang Qiushui finally realized the key point and hurriedly asked, "What is the ritual? Don't tell me you don't know."

"What a joke! How could I not know?"

After shaving, the man put the razor back in the drawer, then took out the clippers and began trimming his hair.

"The ritual to replace the fate of the Red Emperor must be performed on one of the three Yuan Festivals: Shangyuan, Zhongyuan, or Xiayuan. The rituals required on these three days are also different."

Wang Qiushui said in a low voice, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching."

"Yes, then let me tell you about the Ghost Festival first. The ritual of the Ghost Festival is to worship ancestors at midnight on the 15th of the seventh lunar month, when the yin energy is at its heaviest. But the ancestor is not the ancestor of the worshipper, but the ancestor of the progenitor, namely the Red Emperor. This ritual can only begin after the Red Emperor has died. At the time when the yin energy is at its heaviest, the offerings are used to summon the deceased progenitor back from hell."

"If the remnant soul of the progenitor is successfully recalled, then all that is needed is to cut one's own wrist and sprinkle blood on the progenitor's body. Then the progenitor's remnant soul will be tainted by the human world, unable to be resurrected or return to hell. It can only attach itself to the person who performed the ritual, thus robbing the progenitor of his destiny."

Wang Qiushui frowned slightly and said, "Is that all? Then he could have easily performed the ritual in a deserted place, couldn't he?"

“The problem lies with the offerings,” the man laughed. “Sanjiu, Guangcheng, Jiangshan, Beichuan, Xiangmu, Zeizhu, Dongyu, Jianquyuan, and Bailian.”

Wang Qiushui listened to the list of Chinese medicinal herbs, all of which were extremely yin in nature. However, finding them was not difficult until the last two words appeared.

The withered lotus gets its name from the fact that it "blooms and then fades." Compared to it, mayflies are long-lived species and cannot be preserved by current methods. There are only three places in the world where this withered lotus exists, one of which is now a thing of the past.

"The Void Island of the Holy Alliance, the capital of Sakura, Wuyang City of Southern Qin... Of course, the last place definitely won't grow. So only the first two places remain, and he will definitely complete the sacrifice in those two places. After all, not everyone can do what you did. As for exactly where... when the remnant soul of the ancestor returns, there will be a huge commotion. You can contact the official forces, and they will help you."

The man smiled and said, "I look forward to your triumphant return."

Chapter Twelve Attraction

"Amazing... such a small thing can actually do the same thing as a telephone."

Ying Qin Guan fiddled with a small pair of headphones, which were naturally a new type of combat equipment. Headphones had appeared a long time ago, but their application range was very limited. However, after the magic network was built, this thing became usable anywhere with the magic network. As long as the frequency was matched, even if there was half a continent in between, it could accurately deliver the signal.

—But it's difficult to make it work like a mobile phone without a Wi-Fi connection, because the internal space is just too small.

Sakura is a small country, but it can be considered a developed country. The capital city has basically completed the construction of the magic network, so the use of headphones is naturally not a problem. Ying Qin Guan and others rely on it to contact the military... and of course, it also allows everyone to contact each other.

During this time, Himura Tan's Sakura also gave Feng Yunke and Ying Qin Guan a brief explanation of Shen Jiu's abilities, which allow him to see the past, present, and future. However, it is far from being as powerful as imagined, and there are many limitations. Seeing the "present" is not a big problem, but the range is limited, requiring more eyesight than an ordinary person. As for seeing the past and the future, each has its own limitations.

There are relatively fewer restrictions on looking into the past, but the time available is limited, and looking into it will make you feel physically and mentally exhausted. If you force yourself to look into things that happened even earlier, the physical and mental stress will increase dramatically until you can't take it anymore.

As for looking into the future... First of all, when Shenzhou-9 goes to look, the future is already uncertain. The future is constantly changing. Perhaps when Shenzhou-9 doesn't look, the future is singular, but when she does look, the future is like a girlfriend asking, "Where did you go wrong?" There's definitely no right answer. Choosing a future to view, the scope of the view is also limited. It's worth mentioning that the Child of Man is indeed a special force against the Primordial Alien Race. When a major event related to the Primordial Alien Race occurs, even if Shenzhou-9 doesn't look, the future will directly "awaken" her.

Ying Qin Guan and his party have now secretly moved into a base. This time it is indeed different from before. Xinyang City and the Chaotic Province are too special places, and it is almost impossible to get official support. Now the battlefield is in a normal city, and Ying Qin Guan can finally experience the feeling of logistical support.

P.S. has left Ouma and gone to another operational base, where he plans to do some preparatory work to facilitate the evacuation of the masses at any time.

Although he said he could only arrange logistical support, he still deployed many plainclothes officers in Osaka. P.S. believed that these officers were not enough to make the other side back down, and finding them would be almost impossible. But it was definitely not feasible to do nothing at all.

While Shenzhou-9 was working overtime, constantly searching for images of the future, the other three remained idle.

The military's logistics were excellent, and their equipment was top-notch. However, their understanding of logistics clearly didn't include entertainment; of the three, only Fengyunke had anything to do.

Feng Yunke's business revolves around cultivation and nurturing his inner energy. The only things that can be transmitted through his memories are the experiences, memories, and understanding of martial arts from the Battle God. However, his inner energy cannot be transmitted. Since leaving the original Battle God's body, Feng Yunke has never regained his former strength.

Ying Qin Guan and Fei Cun Tan Ying didn't cultivate much. At their level, they had already reached the limit of cultivation. Continuing to cultivate would be like the world's richest man spending a lot of effort to crawl under a car in a parking lot and pick out a coin. It was an action that was theoretically useful but actually useless.

This doesn't mean that Feng Yunke has a higher potential, but rather that he reaches his potential too slowly. Physical condition plays a part in this, and Feng Yunke is not a true God of War after all.

"call.."

Fengyunke finished a cycle of his life and opened his eyes.

"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious," Ying Qin Guan said, sitting on the sofa. "What school of martial arts do you belong to?"

Even in the Legend of the God of War, there is no explicit record of the God of War's school of thought. According to research, the concept of schools of thought may not have existed in the Age of Gods. However, since this happened thousands of years ago, it is impossible to be so certain, hence Ying Qin Guan's question.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yunke said, "Back in the time of the God of War, there was no such thing as a specific school of martial arts."

Ying Qin Guan asked curiously, "In all this time, didn't you ever think about giving him a name for his school of thought?"

"Never."

"That's quite rare..."

Ying Qin Guan actually wanted to say that it was a real pity. Back when he was fighting giant zombies in Bird City, he insisted on posing and reciting the name of the move before he was done. This shows that he was the kind of person who thought that "you have to shout out your moves loudly when you fight to look cool".

“The names of martial arts schools only have meaning when people are fighting each other,” Hisumura Tanzaku said with a smile. “If it’s a fight against a foreign race with whom you don’t speak the language, then of course you don’t need these things.”

In the early days, the world had its own languages. Then, from the Age of Gods to antiquity, there were four movements to unify languages. Now, the Sakura, Nanchin, and even the Seven Luminaries all use the same language. But the differences in pronunciation and customs over time are hard to pinpoint exactly. To this day, many languages ​​still exist in the world.

The languages ​​of the early alien races were naturally incomprehensible to humans. The early alien races were closer to monsters, and only gradually became more like humans. If the alien races had looked just like humans from the beginning, that would have been too despairing.