Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Let's do a debriefing."

Then came a series of blame-shifting tactics.

At a time like this, how can we expect him to admit that he doesn't understand?

Totally impossible!

A man should never say he can't do it!

Ying Qin Guan remained expressionless and said in his usual lazy tone, "How could I not understand? Isn't this easy to understand? I completely understand."

I fully understand (×)

I didn't understand at all (?)

"In that case, please do as you please." The woman didn't care about Ying Qin Guan's perfect acting skills. She gently shook her folding fan, turned around, and acted like an NPC in a game who had given her clues and then stopped caring.

Ying Qinguan could only return to the Nephalem's side.

He roughly understood what the woman meant... she must have told him the way.

But the way this was told...

May the riddle teller die a horrible death!

But now, Ying Qin Guan could do nothing but sigh at the peculiar posture of the lunatic in the Imperial Hospital.

"Judging from your expression, you failed to get directions," Nephalem asked. "Is that right?"

Ying Qin Guan stared with dead fish eyes, repeated what the woman had said, then spread his hands and asked in a Qi Jiang-like gesture, "You understand?"

"I know a little... but I'm not sure." Having read many books and spent a long time in the Royal Academy, Nephalem had a certain understanding of the place. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Come with me first."

"Really...?" Ying Qin Guan squinted and said, "If you don't understand, you don't understand. You can always ask another one. Don't be stubborn. You have to be like me. A real man has to learn to admit his weaknesses."

Nephalem had already gotten used to Ying Qinguan and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He muttered to himself, "Look up at the tower, and you'll see it after a hundred steps... There's only one tower in the Imperial Court, the Supreme Mage Tower of the Seven Luminaries Empire. As long as you're in the Imperial Court, you can see it as soon as you look up... Let's go that way."

He looked up, pinpointed the location of the "Supreme Mage Tower," the only 100-meter-tall building in the Imperial Court, and then led Ying Qin Guan there.

After walking about a hundred paces, the two arrived at a fork in the road.

“Dividing civil and military affairs into two categories, with gold seals and purple ribbons.” Nephalem said, “Dividing civil and military affairs into two categories is easy to understand. One side is the arts and literature department, and the other side is the martial arts department. The scope of gold seals and purple ribbons is very broad. As far as I know, there is only one that can be associated with ‘left and right’.”

"I'm not well-educated, so don't try to fool me," Ying Qin Guan said, glancing sideways.

"This has nothing to do with studying, you just wasted your time playing cards..." Nefertari shook his head and said, "Golden Seal and Purple Ribbon, only one general in Time and Space Kill has this skill, that general is...?"

"General Zuo, leave the main hall." Upon hearing the mention of the Time-Space Kill, Ying Qin Guan instantly realized what was going on and immediately gave his answer. Then, with a sudden realization, he naturally added a "I already knew" expression and proudly said, "Of course, go to the left."

Nefertari shrugged and followed behind Ying Qin Guan.

The two hadn't walked far when they came to another intersection.

Nephalem looked up at the position of the sun, confirmed the direction, and headed north.

Despite his curiosity, Ying Qin Guan showed no sign of it, forcibly maintaining an expression of "I see" and "I understand."

At another intersection, Nephalem did not hesitate and headed southeast. The two continued on their way when Nephalem suddenly spoke up, saying, "I'm curious about your method of raising animals. How come you don't even understand the basics of Bagua?"

"How could I not understand?" Ying Qin Guan immediately jumped up and retorted, "I understand perfectly!"

Nephalem shook his head, too lazy to even ask him what the direction of Kan was.

However, he was genuinely curious about Ying Qin Guan's school of thought. Most advanced cultivation methods required learning the Eight Trigrams... No, that's not quite right. There's so much to learn. For example, many martial artists spend half their lives practicing only to find they're not cut out for it, so they switch careers to become doctors, and they rarely run into problems.

The two continued on their way.

"Why do you seem so skilled at this?" As they walked, Ying Qin Guan finally noticed something was off about Nefertari's practiced manner.

“I know her, though not well, but I’ve heard a lot about her.” Nephalem said, “People often say that the Royal Academy has three libraries, one that doesn’t move and two that move. She is one of the moving libraries, a teacher in the Department of Arts, who claims to know everything in the world that ‘knowing it is useless but makes you seem very knowledgeable’... She likes to speak without explaining herself, she’s an old riddle person.”

"Since you know her, why didn't you ask for directions yourself?" Ying Qin Guan was still bothered by this matter, and then asked, "Who is the other moving library?"

"The head of the Alchemy Department is young but incredibly learned. He claims to know everything that is 'a bonus if you learn it,' and he is arrogant, cold, ruthless, and foul-mouthed."

"What a ruthless and foul-mouthed person..."

“Who says otherwise?” Nephalem paused, stopped walking, and said, “We’re here. This should be it… It’s been changed so much I don’t even recognize it.”

Looking up from Ying Qin Guan's position, he saw a huge bird's nest-shaped building with several sycamore trees beside it—incidentally, he didn't recognize sycamore trees, but he guessed it was one.

The two went inside and saw a map on the wall showing the location of the Martial Arts Department's teaching office.

Passing through the corridor, Ying Qin Guan looked through the glass at the students in the center of the martial arts arena... Organized by class, they occupied several areas of the arena, practicing their martial arts skills.

"How is their level?" Nefertari noticed Ying Qin Guan's gaze and said, "The students of the Imperial Academy are basically the top level of this generation in the Empire."

Ying Qin Guan withdrew his gaze and said, "Very impressive. In terms of raw strength alone, they can be considered top-tier elite troops in Southern Qin."

"How do I compare to you?"

Ying Qin Guan gave a polite smile, but did not respond.

Nephalem didn't ask any more questions. The two walked through several corridors and soon arrived at the administration office. Nephalem knocked on the door.

"Old man, I've come back to see you."

"Then hurry up and get in here."

A strong, resonant voice rang out. Naifeitian pushed open the door, and Ying Qin Guan looked up.

Sitting in the office was a sprightly old man, who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old, and remarkably, he still had a full head of black hair.

"Why did you come empty-handed?" The old man glanced at Nephalem's hands, very disappointed. "Back when you were in school, you brought me wine every day. It's true what they say, once you become the director of the Anguo Division, you immediately turned your back on me."

"What are you talking about? I've brought a very special gift with me this time." Nefertari stepped aside slightly. "Please say hello. This is the department head, my former teacher, Wu Changying. As for you... I don't need to introduce you."

"I heard about it from the dean... I never thought I'd actually meet a martial arts master who's achieved godhood in my lifetime..."

Wu Changying paused, making no attempt to hide his thoughts.

"I'll be frank. The Imperial Academy has requirements for teachers in the Martial Arts Department. Everything else is fine with the Dean's word, but there's one thing I want to verify personally."

Ying Qin Guan looked at Nephalem.

The Nephalem are concise and to the point:

"He said he wanted to be beaten up."

Chapter Five: True Heroes Kill with Their Eyes

Why is it called a "martial arts expert" and not a "martial artist," "martial artist," or something else? Why does it have to be a "martial arts expert"?

The word "Tao" sounds much better than "Dou" in terms of both its pleasantness and its sophisticated connotation.

The answer is obvious: martial artists are belligerent.

This belligerence stems from the training process, where the body is honed and the spirit tempered. Martial artists experience a surge of energy, a powerful force within them, which they feel compelled to unleash. An advertisement for a certain punching bag company claims that the punching bags and wooden dummies destroyed by martial artists each year, if laid end to end, could circle the continent three times.

Of course, not everyone hits wooden dummies and punching bags. The best way to improve is always through real combat, hence this joke.

"Hey classmate, do you have time today? Shall we go to the martial arts arena for a couple of practice matches?"

"it is good."

"Are you free? Want to go to the martial arts arena for a couple of matches?"

"Walk."

"A fighting arena?"

"go."

"practice?"

"rush!"

A single glance.

"GO!"

—It often happens that two martial artists meet, exchange a knowing glance, lock eyes, reveal a strange smile, and then head towards the arena.

Martial artists are warlike, so they are martial artists, not martial arts masters.

This state will last for a long time until the martial artist undergoes the next level of training—of course, it also depends on talent. This is similar to the rebellious period of adolescence. For example, Ying Qin Guan didn't have much of a rebellious period.

But their belligerent nature is ingrained in the blood of martial artists. Even though they have long since passed through that period, they still crave power, battle, and victory.

At Wu Changying's age, there's little chance of further growth. He's reached his peak, and no martial artist can refuse to fight a legend in the martial arts world at their prime.

Winning the Qin Pass is that myth.

Although this world talks about the Age of Gods, Ancient Times, and Modern Times, the Age of Gods sounds incredibly powerful. However, in reality, the Age of Gods was the weakest. Their methods of nurturing and using magic were underdeveloped, and they lacked alchemical equipment. A powerful figure from the Age of Gods would be easily crushed in the modern world. Therefore, a powerful figure in the modern world could very well be the strongest person throughout history... because times are always progressing.

"Yes," Ying Qin Guan replied succinctly.

No matter when, no matter where, no matter who, no matter if he is male or female, old or young, no matter how many or few people there are, strong or weak... if someone challenges him to a fight, he will fight.

Wu Changying was overjoyed, stood up, and said, "Then let's go to the martial arts arena."

“No need.” Ying Qin Guan shook his head and said in a tone that suggested, “Isn’t the sidewalk quite spacious?” “This office is already quite empty; this is enough.”

Wu Changying narrowed his eyes and said, "Without using internal energy, just comparing techniques?"

Ying Qin Guan said, "Fight however you want... Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"It seems... you're really confident." Wu Changying took a deep breath and added, "Then at least you should go get your weapon."

Everyone knows that the "King of the Fallen Kingdom" wields a sword; some call him a master of both swords and sabers, or the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin. However, due to a lack of combat records against top-tier experts, this title isn't entirely convincing. People are certain he is strong, but they can't be sure if his swordsmanship is equally impressive.

"As for swords, I have one in my heart, that's enough," Ying Qin Guan said. "Don't worry about me, please."

The Nephalem watched the show from the sidelines.

Wu Changying was not polite. Facing the legend of the martial arts world, who was likely the greatest person in history, he had no words to say once the other party spoke. He immediately moved his left leg back, bent it slightly, and placed his fists in front of him, one in front of the other, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Wu Changying, the master of the Polar Day Violent Slaughter style, please enlighten me."

Ying Qin Guan tilted his head down slightly by about ten degrees, his hands hanging down. He held nothing in his hands, yet maintained a posture as if he were "gripping a sword".

His entire body is full of flaws.

"The 'Exquisite Sword of Illusion' has won the Qin Pass. Please enlighten me."

Neither of them moved.