Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Ying Qin Guan's previous response was quite unreasonable, but Wu Changying wasn't angry. For martial artists, the strong are their seniors, the accomplished are their teachers; a legend in the martial arts world, a living legend, is normal no matter how unreasonable, it's just...

"My life has not been mediocre or unproductive."

"Fighting an old man like me, who practices martial arts, without swords or knives is going to be a huge loss!"

Wu Changying spotted an opening and was about to throw a punch when the world suddenly went dark!

In the pitch black, a long sword gleaming with a cold light suddenly slashed out from his blind spot... a reverse kasaya strike, cutting into his ribs, piercing his flesh, severing his bones, and slicing open his internal organs. He could feel the cold blade cutting through his skin and flesh, his internal organs, and even hear the sound of flesh being cut open.

The blade slashed in from under his ribs and out from his shoulder... one strike, and he was cut in two.

The aura of death surged in like a tide, engulfing the person in an instant.

Life... is slipping away from me.

"Dead...?"

Yes, I felt it.

Life is fading away, everything is in vain, I... am going to die.

He just died like that?

Wu Changying's mind was in complete chaos.

But suddenly, the surrounding darkness vanished, and Wu Changying instinctively reached for her body... completely unharmed.

The three people were still standing in the office. Ying Qin Guan remained in the same position, without moving. Even Nephalem didn't move, still with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

The only one who moved was Wu Changying. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was panting heavily, as if he had really been beheaded.

But nothing happened.

"What's this?"

"Illusion...?"

As a teacher at the Imperial Academy, Wu Changying had naturally seen many different schools of martial arts. Even among martial artists, there were indeed some schools that could create illusions, but... that one just now didn't seem like it.

“Very impressive…” Ying Qin Guan said in a way that no one could understand. He laughed and said, “Teacher Wu was quite frightened. Very good.”

Before Wu Changying could react, Nefertari clapped his hands, stopping their conversation. "Teacher, don't worry about it. This guy isn't really like that. But when it comes to fighting, he can be really irritating... Although it sounds like he's being sarcastic, he's actually praising you."

Yes, if you want to understand Ying Qin Pass, you really have to look to the Nephalem.

He explained, "That's not an illusion. It's about using one's own killing intent, a specific posture, subtle movements and eye contact, plus a certain amount of internal energy impact, to make the opponent feel like they've been 'cut down'."

He called this move "Consciousness Slash".

"The stronger and more experienced a person is in combat, the more details they can perceive and imagine. Conversely, those who are weak and lack combat experience will not perceive things as clearly. Teacher, your strong reaction proves that you have sensed a lot. Therefore... what he said just now was actually a compliment to you."

"A move I've never heard of before... I heard Teacher Ye Qu say that true heroes kill with their eyes, but I thought it was just a joke... I never imagined it would almost come true." Wu Changying was silent for a moment, then said sincerely, "But it's acceptable for it to appear in the hands of a martial artist who has achieved godhood..."

He didn't care at all about the Nephalem's attempt to whitewash Ying Qin Guan, he only heard about the principle of the Consciousness Slash.

"Even without swords, one can still kill." Ying Qin Guan said casually, "There are too many blind fools in prison. It's just a little trick I developed when I was bored. It's not worth mentioning."

Chapter Six: If you fall behind, you will be attacked.

After leaving the Martial Arts Department's academic affairs office, the two went through some procedures. Perhaps because they had already made arrangements yesterday, the procedures were completed very quickly, and the arrangements were almost finished in an afternoon.

Nephalem had already accompanied Ying Qin Guan to his teacher's dormitory, a one-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-living room room room. Apart from the lack of a kitchen, it was basically the same—of course, it made no difference to Ying Qin Guan.

Nephalem's gaze swept across the room, checking for any missing household items, and he said:

“I’ve known you for a while now, and to be honest, I think you’re quite emotionally stable. The only thing that scares me is why you always accept a challenge from someone. It was like that in prison, and it’s like that here too.”

He suddenly asked this question, and Ying Qin Guan was slightly taken aback before replying:

"Why, Nephalem? Don't you think it's a very despicable thing for me to refuse a challenge?"

Ying Qin Guan's expression was filled with a sense of entitlement that Nephalem could hardly comprehend.

“Despicable…?” Nephalem couldn’t understand Ying Qin Guan’s meaning at all and asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Take Go for example,” Ying Qin Guan said. “The highest level of Go in Southern Qin is called Yi Tian, ​​and only one person in an era can possess this level. If a person obtains this title and then never plays Go with anyone else again, then no one can take this title away from him, no matter how skilled that person is.”

"The person who possessed the title of Yi Tian kept it until his death, and anyone who came after him, even if they possessed the title of Yi Tian, ​​would be considered to have obtained it through improper means."

"Because the only legitimate way to obtain the title of Yi Tian is to defeat the previous Yi Tian..."

Even if his chess skills were superior, even to the point of completely defeating the previous Yi Tian, ​​the world still believed that his title was illegitimate...

Ying Qin Guan looked at the Nephalem and said softly, "The destiny of the strong is to accept challenges. Those who avoid battle... in my opinion, are really too despicable."

"...To be honest, I don't quite understand, but you've always been quite measured in your actions. Do as you please."

Nephalem glanced around. The Imperial Academy had done a great job with the faculty housing; everything he needed was there. There wasn't much else he could do, so he said, "I have some things to take care of at work. This room isn't lacking anything. If you need anything else, you can go to the convenience store... I'll be going now?"

"Okay, goodbye."

Nephalem took two steps, turned back, and reminded him, "Don't lose your school ID card."

"I know, only little kids would lose it."

"The key too."

"I know.."

Nephalem nodded, turned around, and took two more steps.

"Make sure you write down your class schedule. It's best to stick it on your bedside so you can see it, otherwise you'll be late for work."

"I know! I know!"

Nephalem took two more steps, then couldn't help but turn around.

"You'd better familiarize yourself with the map so you don't get lost in the Imperial Courtyard. And don't be late for your first class; it'll leave a really bad impression."

"You might as well just say everything you have to say all at once..."

Nephalem turned around and walked smoothly to the door. Then he turned back, and before he could speak, the world darkened, and his expression turned cold. He looked more like the Qin Guan in the photos that Yin had seen before, holding a sword that gleamed with a cold light.

It slashed down fiercely, intending to split him in two!

At the last moment, the Nephalem regained control of his body. He took a step back, and the blade narrowly grazed his body, avoiding a fatal blow.

The world returned to light.

The Nephalem broke out in a cold sweat and exclaimed:

"That's all I wanted to say... This isn't a prison, so don't try to scare people like that."

Ying Qin Guan whistled and looked away.

Nephalem sighed and closed the door as he walked out.

Just when Ying Qin Guan thought he had left, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and Nefertari poked his head in.

"If you have any problems, come to me. Don't keep them to yourself."

Ying Qin Guan looked over and thought that a true hero could kill with his eyes, but unfortunately, Nephalem was prepared and slammed the door shut.

-

Ying Qin Guan took his school ID card and went out the door.

Teachers receive a five-pound meal allowance per week on their school card, which is more than enough for meals.

—By the way, he had almost forgotten the royal palace buildings that Nephalem had introduced to Ying Qin Guan that afternoon. Now he only vaguely remembered the locations of the two canteens he had seen along the way.

Ying Qin Guan relied on his exceptional memory to wander around the Imperial Courtyard for half an hour before finally swallowing his pride and asking for directions to reach the canteen.

—At this point, he realized things were going badly; he probably wouldn't be able to return to the teachers' dormitory on his own. But he fully embodied the spirit of the people of Southern Qin: since he was already there, he might as well eat first.

This cafeteria has three floors. The first floor is for fast food, the second floor is a separate storefront, and the third floor is for non-main meals or special main meals, including light meals, afternoon tea, desserts, and late-night snacks.

Because there was a long line of students on the first floor, Ying Qin Guan hesitated for a moment and then went to the second floor.

The second floor has a layout similar to a shopping mall, only smaller, with no public seating—of course, if you order item A and sit at item B, no one will bother you.

Ying Qin Guan glanced around... men and women, men and men, women and women, people coming and going, their steps light, their faces smiling. The vitality of the youth was almost overwhelming.

That's something to be envied.

Thinking this, he glanced around, trying to choose one that suited his taste from the shops and their names.

The name of a shop evoked his memories.

"Qin Shan Ju".

Compared to other shops, this one seemed more refined in its decor, and its style was completely different from the surrounding area, similar to Nan Qin. However, Ying Qin Guan felt that something was off... It was indeed in the Nan Qin style, but the details were definitely lacking. As for what was lacking, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was just different from what he had seen before.

He walked in and chuckled to himself.

The first thing you see is a square wooden table and a long bench.

The exterior is decorated like a traditional Nanqin-style pavilion, but the interior is just square wooden tables and long benches... It's hard to tell if all the money was spent on appearances, or if the outside world's perception of Nanqin is limited to the square wooden tables and long benches of an inn.

If it's the latter, it's rather pathetic. Southern Qin claimed to export its culture to the world, but in the end, is it only left with such a stereotype?

After he finished laughing, he noticed the only customer in the shop.

He was a young man with a gloomy face, wearing a black robe, with long silver hair tied back in a single ponytail from the middle. Although he was handsome, he gave off a cold and gloomy feeling.

There were many dishes on his table, and a girl with her hair in a bun stood beside the table, her hands clasped in front of her, staring intently at the young man, her body tense and looking extremely nervous—behind her were several chefs, who seemed to be the main group led by the girl with the bun.

"In pursuing tradition, we also need to seek breakthroughs."

The young man tasted a few bites of all the dishes and then put down his chopsticks.

The girl with the bun hairstyle looked even more nervous and shouted, "Please instruct me!"

"I understand your desire to replicate the Southern Qin cuisine, but what you've done is completely nonsensical and utterly stupid," the young man said coldly. "Of all the dishes on this table, the only one that's edible is the braised amberjack. But I ask you, why didn't you use the newly bred subspecies of small fish?"

"Eh...because the recipe calls for mugwort fish..."

"This dish is priced at 80 Eevee because the wrasse is expensive," the young man said coldly. "Wilasses live in shallow coastal waters, and their survival rate can only be described as tragic. Transporting them here is not cheap. But the subspecies of wrasse has better meat, is easier to cook, is cheaper, and you don't have to worry about sourcing it. To put it bluntly, it has a longer shelf life. Even when frozen, the subspecies of wrasse maintains a better texture. Why don't you try using wrasse to make this dish?"

"Because...because the recipe calls for braised fish with mugwort...?"

"You mean you want to emphasize the Nanqin cuisine as your main selling point, so you can't change the recipes? Well, I'm sorry, you're wrong again." The young man said coldly, "For ordinary students, they don't care whether the recipes are from Nanqin or not. They just want to eat cheap, large portions, and delicious food. If you tell them it's a recipe from somewhere, they don't care or want to know. They only care about the price, the taste, and the portion size."

"To put it another way, if you're specifically advertising your dishes as Southern Qin cuisine, then unfortunately, the taste of your dishes isn't up to par. The long transportation time has caused some loss of flavor, and your own cooking skills are also a bit lacking. For people who have the time and money to appreciate the recipe itself, they won't choose your side, which uses unprofessional ingredients and has a less desirable taste. You're pleasing neither of your target audiences."

"Moreover, the act of keeping recipes is incredibly foolish. Recipes, like raising animals, are created based on their environment and the times. You do what the environment is suitable for."