Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Next, he will walk with his toes pointing outwards, amidst the gazes of numerous doctors, nurses, and other patients, down three floors and forty-two steps!

This was a desperate situation. For Ying Qin, the situation was incredibly favorable; when he touched the bathroom doorknob, he was already 99% certain of victory. But the Nephalem faced a truly hopeless predicament; most people would have collapsed and lost all chance in that situation. However, the Nephalem didn't give up; instead, he kept moving forward and ultimately overcame all difficulties!

What an incredibly tenacious and terrifying will!

Calling it steel wouldn't be an exaggeration.

—Of course, besides an iron will, he must also have an iron sphincter.

Otherwise, he should at least have changed his pants, or even his clothes if he wanted to be particular. But Nephalem hadn't changed his clothes or pants, and given the time... Ying Qin Guan could only assume that he had completed his 'trial' and returned here to begin his 'revenge'.

It's an epic revenge masterpiece!

As Nephalem's somewhat hoarse voice faded, Ying Qin Guan was also forced into a desperate situation. This soup... he had no choice but to drink it!

Ying Qin Guan remained calm as he picked up the bowl. Suddenly, A He's ghostly figure flashed back, bringing Ying Qin Guan a strange nightmare.

"Is this...my trial?"

Ying Qin Guan suddenly realized that if the three-story building and forty-two steps were Nephalem's trials, then this bowl of soup was his trial.

"Did you think I would back down...?"

Ying Qin Guan made a desperate move and drank the soup. Ahe not only brought him endless pain, but also made room in his stomach, which allowed Ying Qin Guan to successfully get through this ordeal.

"Thank you, Ahe..."

Ying Qin Guan calmly put down his bowl.

The Nephalem, having failed in his revenge, snorted coldly and went back into his room.

The gray-haired man, completely oblivious to his surroundings, leaned closer and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"I've overcome a trial!" Nephalem's voice was firm and resolute, tinged with a sense of pride. After all, he had escaped from that hellish despair!

"What kind of nonsense is this now..."

The gray-haired man was clearly unaware of the epic battle between the Nephalem and Ying Qin Guan that had just taken place.

"Someone who can't stay still must have done something he shouldn't have," Mu Nandong said. He was half right; Nephalem had indeed eaten something he shouldn't have yesterday, and that was his own choice. But today's troubles all fell from the sky!

Nephalem wanted to say that Ah He had harmed him, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to say it. He just sighed and took it as an admission.

"Have quite a few people come to see you today?" The gray-haired man sat down to the side. He had exceptional eyesight; he could tell from the freshness of the fruit on the ground, its packaging, and even the dust, that these things had been delivered recently.

“Aren’t you the same?” Nephalem sighed. “I know without even thinking…you found out from Nocturne?”

“At least that’s how I feel.” The gray-haired man shrugged. “I happened to have nothing to do during the summer vacation, so I came to see you guys.”

Mu Nandong remained calm and did not answer. Ying Qin Guan and Nefertari naturally assumed that he had also been summoned by Nocturne, otherwise how could he have happened to be making this soup?

“One by one,” Nephalem sighed. “Since you came to the hospital to see us, didn’t you know to bring something entertaining? All you did was bring fruit. It’s so boring here, we’re practically playing house.”

The gray-haired man hurriedly replied, "I'll definitely do it next time."

"I don't think there will be a next time..." Nephalem waved his hand without saying anything more.

The two did not stay long. Mu Nandong always cherished his time, and it was really a great honor that he took some time out of his busy schedule to come to the hospital.

Mu Nandong returned to the Imperial Palace and went to the alchemy workshop. He continued working for a while, then stopped at 5:30, which was lunchtime, to go eat first.

As I pushed open the door...

Is Teacher Mu here?

The cheerful Nocturne peeked in. Mu Nandong remained calm, already used to Nocturne's unpredictable appearances. He asked, "What is it?"

"It's like this... Actually, the woman had been looking for Teacher Mu all day. But strangely, she couldn't find him until now."

"Speak the key."

"How heartless! This woman has walked so far for nothing, can't she even say a few words?" After Ye Qu said this, Mu Nan Dong seemed to be heading straight for the cafeteria, but Ye Qu smiled slightly and called out to Mu Nan Dong again.

"Alright, let's get to the point... It's like this, Teacher Ying and Director Nai were recently hospitalized due to work-related injuries, but they're not seriously injured yet. However, they do need some care and attention from others. The woman thinks that, as colleagues, Teacher Mu should perhaps visit them... What does Teacher Mu think?"

Nocturne thought these words would be enough to make Mu Nandong stop in his tracks. However, Mu Nandong did not stop walking and answered Nocturne as he continued forward.

"No need."

"Unnecessary?" Ye Qu was a little confused. She even thought she had misheard. She lifted her skirt slightly and caught up with Mu Nandong in a few steps, asking, "Why do you say that? How can it be unnecessary?"

"Why..." Mu Nandong repeated these three words, his eyes sweeping over Ye Qu's face before looking away.

A strange emotion welled up inside him, an experience he had never had before. Driven by this emotion, Mu Nandong uttered words that were not usually his.

"If you enjoy solving puzzles so much, why don't you try to figure it out yourself?"

Chapter Ten: Choice

In the stillness of the night, a bright moon hangs on the dew-laden branches, overlooking this continent filled with joys and sorrows.

On this planet with 12 billion people, countless stories unfold every moment. No matter how outstanding your talent or brilliance, there will be things you are powerless to change.

It has been said that all partings are for the sake of reunion. But just as death is the end of all life, so too is parting the end of all reunions.

At this very moment, a farewell is about to take place.

Himura Tanzaku walked through the dark living room, opened her bedroom door, and sat down at her desk.

He didn't turn on the light, but instead opened the window, and a beam of moonlight shone down, illuminating a small area of ​​the desk.

Himura Tanzaku took out the letter paper she had bought from outside and laid it flat on the desk.

He put pen to paper, starting with a letter in the correct format. But after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out how to begin; even the salutation stumped him.

His pen hovered in mid-air for a full thirty seconds. When he put pen to paper again, he completely disregarded the letter's format and wrote according to his own ideas.

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[Shenzhou-9 personally inaugurated]

When will you see this letter? I don't know. I hope it will be soon, and I also hope it will be slow.

When I was young and studying at the Sword Saint's Mansion, I came across a saying from the Southern Qin Dynasty: "There is no banquet that does not end." The meaning is easy to understand: there is no gathering in the world that doesn't conclude.

[Of course, all life ends in death, and all reunions end in separation... No matter what kind of story it is, there will be an end one day. Long ago, I wondered when our story would end, but I couldn't get a definite answer... because I thought it would be a long time from now.]

However, life is unpredictable; anything can happen in the next moment, whether it be separation or death.

What were people's feelings when those things happened? For example, a person of a different race who had lived as a human for decades was suddenly arrested and imprisoned in a cold dungeon, told of their unknown alien identity... Afterwards, their relatives, friends, parents, and descendants were all subjected to a thorough investigation. They lost their jobs, their dignity, their personality—they lost everything. Or, for example, what were the thoughts of the legendary Black Dragon Emperor when he learned that his Heavenly Army had been wiped out in Southern Qin?

[Doesn't that sound completely unreasonable?]

I did nothing wrong, showed no danger whatsoever, and didn't even know I was from another race, but suddenly, I lost everything.

[It's like the entire Southern Qin state, having swept aside a super army, suddenly being wiped out by the appearance of some mysterious figure.]

These things are all unacceptable, yet... they happened.

These things simply happened.

How helpless, how tragic! Washed away by the torrent of fate, people have no choice. Take your sister, for example... she was determined not to get involved. But in the end, she did, and lost much as well.

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[I apologize for rambling on. Shenzhou-9, if you've read this far, you might be wondering if I wrote this myself.]

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I am also very sorry, but sometimes, when you want to fight against fate, there is no other way.

The word "wait" carries far too much weight, so don't wait.

Himura Tanzakura put away the letter, folded it neatly, and placed it on the desk.

Behind him, in an area untouched by moonlight, wisps of smoke curled... the smoke exhaled by a man standing in the shadows, only his general outline visible. He was a tall, slender man with a pipe between his fingers. In the darkness, a faint red glow could only be barely perceived by someone as sensitive to light as Ye Jiaofang.

The other person murmured, their tone like that of a stage actor, "Fate, oh fate, you always leave us with no choice."

Himura Tanzaku stood up and spoke in a low voice, no longer using his highly recognizable self-reference.

"Is he like me?"

"That? I don't know... but judging from the timing, it probably doesn't make sense. That womanizer behind the door might be more suitable, but he was a bit more extreme than you." The other person paused slightly, then smiled and asked, "What did you write there?"

"Some lies."

"Lies, huh..." The man chuckled softly, bringing the pipe to his lips and taking a light puff. "I can guess some of it... People can never truly speak their minds. So they choose one way or another, hurting themselves and others."

Himura Tanzaku remained silent, but simply took off her cherry-colored ronin outfit and changed into another set of jet-black clothes.

The man laughed heartily, but there was no sarcasm in his voice... which made it all the more amusing.

"However, there is one choice you made that was absolutely right... No matter what the ending is, it is written by people, and the right to write the ending is always reserved for the living."

Himura Tanzaku remained silent.

The man didn't mind, and calmly said, "Old stories must end, and new stories must begin. Himura, to be honest, I know exactly what you're thinking. But it's okay, I'll only ask you one question now... Are you ready?"

Himura Tanzaku closed her eyes and whispered, "Prepare what?"

"Endless challenges, trials, tribulations, failures, setbacks, and even infamy and sins—you deserve them all. Although I would like to praise you as a person of insight, it probably won't be very convincing if I say it, because your fundamental purpose is different from ours."

Himura Tanzakura turned around and gazed quietly at the man.

The man smiled in response, seemingly unconcerned that Hisumura Tanzaku's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The two sides remained locked in this standoff until the moon moved, changing the direction of the moonlight streaming through the window. The man, shrouded in shadow, revealed half of his body, wearing a purple yukata, with half of his ferocious black dragon illuminated by the moonlight.

After a long, long time, Hishimura Tanzaku finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Anything else?"

"Anything else?" The man smiled and repeated, "What else... Let me think. If there's anything else you could get, then perhaps..."

"It is six years after six years, and then another six years after that."

Eleventh List of Medicinal Herbs

"Mr. Mu, excuse me."

At the Imperial Academy, after a class, Mu Nandong was called to a stop. He turned around and saw a man who looked to be in his thirties with a calm expression.

He walked over slowly, showed his identification, and Mu Nandong glanced at it, recognizing the man's identity. He calmly asked, "What is it?"

The other party said, "The matter is a bit complicated. Let's find a place to discuss it in detail."