Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

He said, "The sword in your heart can kill many people, but if you want to kill me, you need the sword in your hand. And you don't have a sword in your hand yet."

Ying Qin Guan chuckled lazily, "That's true..."

He was indeed lacking weapons.

Only when it comes to fighting, he rarely, if ever, talks tough.

The sword in your heart is no match for the sword in your hand. Saying that having no sword is better than having a sword is just a way to bully novices. When facing a master of the same level, if you have a cheap, ordinary sword while the other person has a true, ultimate, billion-galaxy radiance, judgment, destruction, end echo +99999, how can you fight?

"If you find the sword in your hand in the future, I will come looking for you." Kui said, "It's a deal."

Ying Qin Guan said, "It's a deal."

Seeing that it seemed the fight was over, Yu Xietian breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little regretful.

Shenxin saw that it seemed safe, relaxed his body, and picked up the small blackboard.

"Strange agreements have increased."

Yu Xietian had no time to pay attention to Shenxin; he looked at the Sword Saint... If the two of them were still exchanging riddles before, then these last two sentences were practically confirmation.

The words "broken promise" in particular directly confirm Ying Qin Guan's identity.

【“..”】

The Sword Saint had probably already guessed something, and his gaze became inward.

Shenxin raised the small blackboard and poked Yu Xietian.

"You've gotten yourself into trouble. If this gets out, the Nephalem will definitely eat you alive."

Yu Xietian scoffed, "After I finish this job, I'm going back to my hometown to get married. Why would I go back to find someone's cat or dog?"

"I suddenly feel like this job is never going to be finished... By the way, could you change the beneficiary of the insurance policy to me?"

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After that, neither side had anything more to say. Yu Xietian and the Sword Saint took their leave and then returned to the inn with their men.

"Ying Qin Guan, in your opinion, what are the Sword Saint's chances of winning?"

Shortly after returning to the hotel, Shenxin couldn't wait to pick up the small blackboard.

Ying Qin Guan shook his head and said, "It can't be said that there's absolutely no chance of winning, but this chance of winning has nothing to do with the Sword Saint himself."

【"..?"】

"Kui himself cannot dodge any attacks, so theoretically, as long as there is a weapon powerful enough to surpass the times, anyone can defeat Kui... Therefore, it has nothing to do with whether he is a sword saint or not."

"In other words, there's absolutely no chance of winning?"

Ying Qin Guan nodded slightly.

"Can you go and beat up Kui so he can't go on June 6th?"

Ying Qin Guan squinted and said, "They've already said they're not going to fight anymore."

"So, you'd be able to crush the Sword Saint? With your strength, you should be able to hold back against him."

Upon seeing Shen Xin's inhuman proposal, Yu Xietian couldn't help but retort, "You're truly a genius; the client has really struck gold."

Sword Saint: Don't come any closer!

Yu Xietian thought it was undoubtedly a joke, but Ying Qin Guan seriously stroked his chin and said, "It doesn't seem like it's impossible..."

"No! Absolutely not! At least not now, this is the only option!" Yu Xietian hurriedly stopped Ying Qin Guan's crazy idea, and at the same time loudly complained, "Besides, if you can't beat Kui, you can beat the Sword Saint. Your bullying of the weak and fear of the strong is too obvious!"

"Before you say that, I have to remind you, Yu Xietian, that you are also the 'soft' part in front of him."

"Haha... let's not talk about that."

Yu Xietian gave a forced smile for a while, then his expression returned to calm. He walked to the window, pondered quietly for a moment, and then said, "Regardless of the circumstances, I still have to pay a visit to the Sword Saint. Even if we don't fight, there are still some things we need to discuss..."

"Want us to come along?"

“Probably not,” Yu Xietian said. “The Sword Saint probably won’t see us, so I have to sneak in. It’s basically impossible to get in with you. As for Yingqin Pass… I don’t want to take you with me this time. I’ll only come back to find you if there’s absolutely no other way.”

Shenxin nodded, her little face expressionless.

"Take care on your journey."

Yu Xietian felt a warmth in his heart, thinking that although Shen Xin was an expert in internal strife and treated him like a son all day long, she still...

"Bring me some oden on your way back, don't spill it, otherwise you'll have to go back and buy it yourself."

"Grass!"

Yu Xietian's fantasy shattered, and he cursed angrily, but tragically, he didn't even dare to say "I don't want to bring you, what can you do to me?" Despite his fierce demeanor, he couldn't hide the fact that he was saying the most cowardly thing in the fiercest tone.

"I understand! I understand!"

He stormed out, slamming the door shut, leaving only Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin in the room.

The two weren't very familiar with each other, and they didn't have much to say to each other for a while.

As time went on, Ying Qin's heart stirred.

Yu Xietian is gone, and now only the two of them are left.

The hotel has excellent soundproofing.

At this moment, the man and woman were alone, and Shenxin was still a mute girl with no power to resist. No matter what she did, she couldn't even scream until she was hoarse...

In an instant, evil thoughts arose in Ying Qin's heart, and even though he tried his best to suppress them, he could not control this desire.

Finally, Ying Qin Guan looked at Shen Xin, licked his lips, and spoke in a hoarse and aggressive voice.

他 说:

Want to play cards?

Chapter Twenty-Five: Seeking, Drawing, Desire

A bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The swordsman stood barefoot on the cobblestone ground.

He gripped the knife hilt with both hands, closed his eyes, and remained motionless in his stance.

There is a cherry blossom tree nearby... It has been specially modified by alchemy, so it blooms in spring, summer and autumn, and only withers in winter.

Pink cherry blossom petals fell on the swordsman's head, shoulders, hands, and sword.

He remained motionless.

The night breeze rustled the clothes slightly.

The sword saint's training style is called the Emperor's Heart Style.

This style was not created by the Sword Saint.

About two hundred years ago, a swordsman of some renown founded the Teishin-ryu school and put forward its core principles.

With dynamic vision and reaction ability as the core, one can counter any move and break through all the techniques in the world. To achieve this, one needs to be proficient in almost all weapons, including all the basic moves of all weapons.

Unfortunately, he was unable to carry forward the Emperor's Heart School until his death, and even several generations of his disciples failed to master it, or at least only scratched the surface.

But this school of thought gradually spread throughout Osaka Province—as a negative example in textbooks.

People use this as a classic example of what not to do—the Imperial Heart School has an extremely lofty ambition, similar to the Dugu Sword Technique of the Southern Qin Dynasty. But ambition is just ambition; in reality, it's like asking someone to study medicine, law, mathematics, and world history all at once in university—and in fact, it's much more difficult.

Therefore, it circulated in Sakura Country as a negative example, used to teach those who wanted to become martial artists the principle of "not biting off more than you can chew."

Until the appearance of Sword Saint Mingjue... he truly mastered this style.

Receiving and blocking attacks, countering attacks, and breaking through attacks – these are the three realms. Even the founder of the Emperor's Heart School only reached the first realm. The second and third realms existed only in his theories, and in the two hundred years that followed, not a single person reached the first realm.

The Sword Saint has reached the third level of this school of thought, able to counter any move he encounters, with no move in the world that he cannot break. This is why the voice lines designed for him by Time and Space Killer are like this.

'Your explanation is full of flaws!'

'Left, right, top, bottom... wait, it's back!'

"You're going to attack my ribs, my abdomen, then a sweeping kick, followed by a punch. Unfortunately, I know your body's reactions better than you do."

You fight with instinct, while I fight with the opposite.

Following instinct, yet transcending instinct—that is the highest level of skill.

All of this comes from daily and yearly practice.

The nameless swordsman of Southern Qin, the God of War, and even god-like figures like the Ring of Truth, seem to have been given certain missions by heaven. After completing their missions, they hastily returned to heaven, preventing mortals from ever seeing their true forms.

—However, speaking of which, the true face of Ying Qin Guan, this dead-eyed platypus illiterate, is quite disillusioning. Everyone would rather believe that Ji Li is the real nameless swordsman of Southern Qin.

With the bloody battle imminent, the Sword Saint's heart seemed less calm than usual, or perhaps he was truly getting old; his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

At the same time, Yu Xietian emerged from the shadows.

The swordsman slowly sheathed his sword, and if you looked closely, you would see that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"It seems you've been waiting a long time for this moment when my hand trembles," the Sword Saint said. "If I were twenty years younger, you would never have had this opportunity."

Yu Xietian lowered his gaze and chuckled softly, "If I were twenty years older, why would I need to wait for this opportunity?"

This display of bravado was perfectly timed, logical, and convincing. However, the Sword Saint was no pushover either. He calmly said, "I was once twenty years younger than I am now, but you may not live to see another twenty years."

“I can’t deny that…” Yu Xietian sighed. “Even the Black Dragon Empire, which was so powerful that it almost swept across the world, perished because of an unknown swordsman from the Southern Qin who appeared out of nowhere, like a deus ex machina. How much more so for me, a mere swordsman.”

He looked at the Sword Saint and said, "So why do you insist on giving up your life? It is such a precious thing."

"Life is the only miracle in the world, isn't it?"

“Life is indeed the only miracle in the world.” The Sword Saint nodded in agreement with Yu Xietian’s words, and then said, “But people cannot live just to live.”

Yu Xietian asked, "What are you living for?"

The Sword Saint fell silent.

He seemed somewhat unsure how to answer Yu Xietian's question.

Yu Xietian did not urge him, but waited quietly.

After a moment, the Sword Saint sighed and said, "It seems that Mingyin invited you. There's no mistake. You can leave now. Mingyin is under house arrest. She can't pay you. Besides, she has no money. If you want money, only I can give it to you. Don't worry about your employer's safety. I care about her more than you do. After the battle the day after tomorrow, she will naturally gain the freedom and rights she deserves."

Yu Xietian tilted his head and smiled, "Why does the Sword Saint avoid talking about this?"