Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Ugh...so annoying. This principal is useless at everything but is a master at playing cards. Why the hell is he hiring teachers so fast? Can't he give me a couple more days of rest?"

"I want to go and listen to Ms. Nocturne's lessons..."

"What a lazy statement..."

"I'm more interested in what kind of person our new teacher will be..."

"He must be someone who's never punctual," a red-haired girl said, glancing at her watch. "He's already late."

"Great! Disperse here!" Immediately, some of the jeering members tried to run away, but the red-haired girl grabbed them by the back of the neck and pulled them back. "The teacher's dereliction of duty is the teacher's problem, and our dereliction of duty is our problem. Don't let other people's dereliction of duty become your own reason or excuse for dereliction of duty."

"Why doesn't the class monitor who says something like that go to the arts department..."

"You're saying the philosophy department won't accept this."

—In the Imperial Academy, the Philosophy Department is a bit of a joke, because the Imperial Academy used to have seven departments. In addition to the current five, there were also the Anti-Magic Department and the Philosophy Department.

Due to the development of the times, alien races and magical beasts have declined and have been gradually eliminated by the times, becoming an elective course.

The Philosophy Department was merged into the Arts Department due to factors such as the number of students. Upon learning this news, the Philosophy students launched an uproar, shouting, "Philosophy will never perish!" "I am mortal enemies with the Arts Department!" "If we can't even protect our own department, how can we protect our country and our families?!" "The Philosophy Department will never be slaves!" "Asswecan!" They launched an uprising, which was then ruthlessly suppressed by the students from the Fighting Department. From then on, the Philosophy Department was reduced to a subservient status.

Whenever someone says something that sounds philosophical, someone else immediately follows with "You should go to the arts department." In reality, this is a form of persecution against the philosophy department, which is being forced to "die out." It's a unique campus culture that only students from the Imperial College can understand.

"Where are the teachers... Could it be that the principal is lying to us and hasn't actually found any new teachers?"

"Hey, look, someone's coming over there. Probably our new teacher. He looks so young."

"Let me see, is he handsome? Is he beautiful?... He's kind of handsome, but not quite..."

"Class A of the second year?" Ying Qin Guan finally arrived. He yawned and confirmed.

"That's right." The red-haired girl, who was the class monitor, stepped forward and said earnestly, "Are you our new practical training instructor?"

“That’s right, my name is Ying Qin Guan, you can call me Teacher Ying.” Ying Qin Guan, who loved to teach, showed no awareness of being late.

The red-haired girl nodded and said calmly, "Then, Teacher Ying, you are five minutes late. I hope you can give a reasonable explanation. This is your first class, and to be honest, I have a very bad impression of you."

Ying Qin Guan raised an eyebrow, glared with dead fish eyes, and retorted, "Do you think I'm late?"

The red-haired girl frowned slightly and said, "Everyone can see that..."

"Do you think that's possible? How could someone sleep until 9:30, get lost on the road for more than half an hour, and end up being late? There's no way such a useless person exists in the world. Without a doubt, I wasn't actually late. I was... observing your reactions."

Because she was standing at the very front, she couldn't see the students behind her. Their expressions of sudden realization seemed to say, "So this guy slept until 9:30 and then spent half an hour shopping." The red-haired girl hesitated and asked, "Observe...our performance?"

Ying Qin Guan knew his lie had been exposed just by looking at everyone's expressions. But a platypus is a platypus; as long as it can fool one more fool, it won't give up its stubbornness. It retorted defiantly, "That's right! I've just taken over this class and know nothing about you. I don't know your martial arts skills or your personalities. And today, I was only five minutes late, yet so many of you couldn't contain your impatience. This shows your patience needs improvement..."

He paused, seemingly realizing that the logic in his previous statement was too forced, and quickly added, "Of course, five minutes doesn't prove anything. I originally wanted to leave you hanging for half the class. But as this student said, on the first day of class, overly drastic methods might not be effective, so I'll leave it at that..."

The students behind them communicated with each other through eye contact.

I also want to sleep until 9:30.

You're dreaming.

Why did I get lost for half an hour?

'This is what it means to be directionally challenged'

Did the class monitor believe it?

'That's what an idiot is like'

Obviously, this explanation won't fool anyone.

The red-haired girl nodded with some skepticism and said, "If it's really as you say, then I won't comment too much on the teacher's teaching methods... Please begin the lesson."

Ying Qin Guan glanced around; the entire class had about thirty people, not many.

He said, "Before the formal lessons begin, I need to have a general understanding of your actual levels so that I can tailor my teaching accordingly. So... students with student numbers 7, 15, 21, and 28, please step forward."

The four stepped forward: the red-haired girl from before, the cheerful boy with an excited expression, the purple-haired girl who had been caught by the red-haired girl after being called out, and a boy with a blank expression, who was taciturn and wore a scarf and earrings despite it being the end of April.

He randomly selected four people according to his own whim, raised his chin, and said casually, "Go to the side and pick up the weapons you are good at, let me see your skills."

"I will certainly do my best..."

"Okay, I'm going!"

"Spare me, I'm about to embarrass myself again..."

".."

The four either went to the side and got weapons specially made for the fighting arena that wouldn't hurt too much, or they simply stood there bare-handed and got into fighting stances.

Are you ready?

"at any time."

"Of course!"

"perhaps.."

".."

“Very good…” Ying Qin Guan clapped his hands and said, “Come on.”

Then, the instant the four men began to move... Ying Qin Guan raised his eyes and slashed with his sword!

Chapter Nine: Consciousness Slash

A magical and incredible scene.

The red-haired girl, holding a handguard sword, maintained her charging stance. But just as she took a step, her eyes suddenly lost their light, and she seemed to have been cut in half. She lost her balance during the charge and fell headfirst to the ground.

The cheerful young man didn't use weapons; he didn't rush forward like the red-haired girl. But his eyes had suddenly lost their light, and his body, which had been tense, suddenly collapsed as if he had lost his mind, only managing to brace himself with his hands just before hitting the ground.

It's hard to say whether the purple-haired girl's performance was the best or the worst. When Ying Qin Guan spotted her, she was so frightened that she dropped the two short swords in her hands and took two steps back, but miraculously she didn't fall down—it's hard to tell if she was scared out of her wits.

The last taciturn boy's actions were just like his personality—they seemed sinister. He immediately tried to flank Ying Qin Guan from behind, but in the process of leaping and dodging, he was killed in a single glance by Ying Qin Guan. He flew into the air, lost control of his body, and fell headfirst to the ground.

Four people... were all caught in a single glance and turned into this state; it all happened in an instant.

And so, some lay prone on the ground, while others stood staring blankly at their hands, some lost in thought, frantically touching their necks and bodies, trying to confirm they were still alive, wondering if they were dead.

They knew what they had just experienced, but the other students did not. However, they were, after all, students of the Imperial Academy, and the martial arts department's theoretical courses had covered countless strange and unusual applications. In this respect, they were far superior to middle-aged people like Wu Changying in both knowledge and ability to learn. After the initial daze, they reacted immediately.

"What...what kind of usage is this?!"

"It might not be a method of application; it could be a method of nurturing..."

"No, no, no, didn't Teacher Nocturne say something about true heroes killing with their eyes?! Is this what it is?!"

"I can accept Fu Feihan and Luo Shui, but I don't believe Zhong Hongyu and Ju Qiuming would cooperate in an exercise... Is this really true...?"

"It can only be understood as a combination of some special schools of thought."

Martial arts practitioners have two core aspects: one is the 'application method,' which is also known as 'external skills' or 'martial arts techniques' in folk tradition, and the other is the 'cultivation method,' which is also known as 'internal skills' or 'mental cultivation method' in folk tradition.

The techniques are used for combat, and the cultivation methods are used to temper the body and increase internal energy—but special cultivation methods can change a person's physical body, which in turn directly affects the power of the techniques used, and even the cultivation methods that can be practiced. Therefore, when first practicing cultivation methods, one should practice the balanced and peaceful methods. Only after determining one's path should one practice cultivation methods that can change the physical body.

The uses and methods of raising such animals are incredibly diverse. While the idea of ​​"killing with one's eyes" sounds terrifying and is indeed quite frightening, it is... not entirely impossible.

Over the years, what strange and unusual ways of raising and using it haven't emerged?

It's worth mentioning that some of these cultivation methods and applications have a particularly high degree of compatibility. In other words, creating a specific application method for a particular cultivation method, or conversely, creating a cultivation method for a specific application method, and making them highly compatible, and then gaining a certain reputation, qualifies as a "school of thought".

—In this, compatibility is not the key; being able to fight is the key. As long as you are good enough to fight, you can call yourself a member of the xx school of thought.

"What's this.."

"I thought I was dead..."

".."

After all, they were young people. Although they were more able to accept things, they were far less able to withstand pressure than someone like Wu Changying. Of the four, only Fu Feihan managed to come to his senses.

"What was that move just now?"

“I call it the Consciousness Slash,” Ying Qin Guan said. “Through specific postures, movements, eyes, and the use of killing intent and internal energy, I make the opponent feel as if they are being slashed.”

He paused, then looked at Fu Feihan, "What did you see?"

The other person said, "In the darkness, a mosaic of pixels sliced ​​me apart with a knife-shaped mosaic..."

The word "mosaic" is completely unnecessary!

Ying Qin Guan thought to himself, then said, "I have a general understanding of your level... Go back to your teams, class is about to start. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go and rest."

"What an amazing move..." Fu Feihan didn't say a word, and despite his discomfort, he returned to the team. It was clear that he was very interested in this move. But he was also a sensible person and didn't say anything inappropriate.

Students in the martial arts department can either find a teacher from a particular style to teach, or learn a style taught by the school that has been proven and proven to be of stable strength. However, this has nothing to do with Ying Qin Guan, their practical combat instructor. Unless he's willing to teach his style, which would require building up their relationship.

The practical course teaches neither usage nor cultivation methods, but rather general theories, or rather, general techniques.

Ju Qiuming silently returned to his unit.

Luo Shui's eyes lit up when she heard Ying Qin Guan's words, but before she could speak, Zhong Hong Yu grabbed her by the back of the neck and dragged her back to the group.

"How did your teachers teach you before?" Ying Qin Guan asked. "Were you divided into teams, sparring against each other, and did the teachers provide feedback?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Zhong Hongyu.

As expected, the other party did not disappoint him and answered seriously: "Apart from that, most of the time it is teachers finding problems quickly one-on-one or one-to-many. If we don't count the teachers, most of the time it is a competition for special tasks, a surprise attack, or the like. There are also classes that are rescheduled to combine several classes into one special training session."

"Let's do it the way we always do. Find someone with similar strength and team up in pairs to spar." Ying Qin Guan paused, casually smoothed his hair, and said confidently, "If anyone is alone, any pretty girl without a team can team up with the teacher."

then..

"Didn't I say I wanted beautiful girls?"

"Haha...don't say that, teacher. I went to great lengths to get this." Fu Feihan gripped his sword and said, "I hope you can enlighten me, teacher."

"I don't care..."

No matter when, no matter where, no matter who, whether male or female, old or young, strong or weak, many or few, Ying Qinguan didn't care.

He fights when challenged.

Fighting was not only his instinct, but also his destiny.

Ying Qin Guan lowered his gaze and said softly, "Then let's have the first battle. I won't finish you off quickly. Everyone can observe first."

“The divine physiognomy has no fixed form, Fu Feihan, please enlighten me.”

"The exquisite sword of the void, winning the Qin Pass..."