In a martial arts gymnasium in S City, Qiao Huaize stood in an empty martial arts classroom, staring at himself in the mirror all over the wall. At this moment, he was wearing a white uniform, and the gold-rimmed glasses he always wore were also taken off at this moment and put aside.
Without the obstruction of the glasses, the pair of dark gray slender phoenix eyes look even more unfathomable, like a millennium deep pool, exuding a faint coolness.
Qiao Huaize held a sword in his hand, which was one of the many good swords he had been looking for in this world for many years. It's just a pity that no matter how good the sword in this world is, it can't keep up with the world in his previous life.
The sword in this world has no soul, it is just a dead thing.
Qiao Huaize's slender fingers clasped the scabbard, slowly pulled the scabbard away, and threw it aside.
When Wan Ding, curator of the martial arts gym, came to the door, he saw this scene.
Qiao Huaize made the sword move like clouds and flowing water, and the sword flowers bloomed around him. Every move and style of his is so fast that ordinary people can only see afterimages. But in fact, Qiao Huaize's swordsmanship is fast and steady. How to stretch every inch of his muscles, how to hold the hilt with his fingers, and even the arc and posture of the sword are all under his control, and he is absolutely in control. Difference.
Wan Ding stood at the door and stared at it for a long time. The parents in his family all practice martial arts, but each generation learns different things. For example, his grandfather practiced sword and his father practiced boxing. When it came to him, he practiced Sanda. After all, the times are moving forward, and the young people don't learn those things of the older generation, and they can't learn them anymore.
Wan Ding's grandfather is also a well-known master of swordsmanship in the local area, but if he said something disobedient, Wan Ding felt that Qiao Huaize might be even stronger than his grandfather.
Watching Qiao Huaize dance sword is a kind of enjoyment. As long as the sword is in his hand, it seems to be a part of him. No matter what the sword technique is, Qiao Huaize will always have a fairy-like temperament.
He is like a noble red-crowned crane, always elegant, indifferent, and tall and straight. Qiao Huaize's swordsmanship is no longer purely sword dancing and martial arts.
That's art, art. Wan Ding Nei thought in his heart with a full face.
After a set of sword skills was over, Qiao Huaize loosened his fingers slightly and turned his wrist. The hilt of the long sword was turned over on the back of his hand. Qiao Huaize held the hilt with his backhand and put it into the scabbard.
"Okay, that's great!" Although he had watched it for several years, Wan Ding still couldn't help applauding and went up to him.
Qiao Huaize turned his face sideways, and after the rounds of movements just now, there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead. Qiao Huaize looked up at the time, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. He lowered his eyelashes, and just about to pick up the water glass on the ground next to him, Wan Ding had already handed him the water with great discernment.
"Thank you." Qiao Huaize was not polite to him either.
Martial arts families are basically very traditional. Wan Ding was brought up by his grandfather when he was a child. His grandfather practiced martial arts and taught students. He was a small follower, running around beside his grandfather to serve tea and water. He's used to it himself.
Because kung fu like martial arts is like traditional opera, it pays attention to accepting apprentices. The master should treat the apprentice sincerely like a son, and the apprentice should respect the master like a father. Some masters do not charge money, and the apprentices live for nothing, so of course they have to serve the master in return.
This is how Wan Ding grew up as an elementary school apprentice. His grandfather has a good personality. Although he comes from a family of martial arts, he has a very good character, very humble and polite, all related to his grandfather's influence.
In Wan Ding's eyes, this young man who is a few years younger than himself has the feeling of his grandfather. Wan Ding couldn't tell, not only because of Qiao Huaize's superb swordsmanship, but also because Qiao Huaize's style and temperament also had the feeling of a master in the past, which made Wan Ding involuntarily respect him.
"Mr. Qiao, it's New Year's Eve today, aren't you going home to celebrate the New Year?" Wan Ding asked.
Qiao Huaize shook his head. "I'm not on holiday."
Wan Ding asked more questions, and Qiao Huaize did the same in the past two years. His identity is a mystery, he seems to have no family, and Wan Ding does not know where he lives. It's as if this person is really a tall man who lives in the mountains.
"Do you want to go back with me to celebrate the New Year?" Wan Ding suggested, "My father and grandpa want to see you. My father is eighty-seven years old. He was very excited when he saw your video that day. You two must be able to say Went to one place."
"Sorry, it's still not possible." Qiao Huaize said, "I don't like crowds."
Wan Ding had no choice but to nod regretfully, and could only watch Qiao Huaize pack up his things.
When Qiao Huaize changed his clothes and was about to leave, Wan Ding said to him, "Sir, Happy New Year."
Qiao Huaize's ice-like gray eyes finally eased a little, and he nodded slightly.
"the same as you."
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It was almost eight o'clock when Qiao Huaize came out of the convenience store.
At this time, except for some young people playing outside, basically every household has already nestled at home to prepare for the New Year, and the shops on the roadside that are usually open until ten o'clock are basically closed at this moment.
He lives in the family building on the outskirts of the school in S city. Because the university town in City S was merged into this city in recent years, the family building was basically unoccupied. This is a new city, and the locals live in the city center. The teachers and the students renting houses are mostly from other places. Now it’s Chinese New Year, and most of them have gone home.
In a 30-story building, there are only four houses with lights on tonight, scattered and not next to each other, like four isolated islands in the dark.
Qiao Huaize didn't care at all, he spent too much time by himself in his previous life, and he preferred silence to excitement.
After entering the elevator, Qiao Huaize pressed the button for the 30th floor.
The elevator reached the top floor, and Qiao Huaize entered the room.
His house is basically unfurnished, with simple white walls and wooden floors, and no frills. Although the house is 100 square meters, there is no TV or computer in the room. There is only a bed, bedside table, two large bookcases full of books, and a special display cabinet for holding swords. In the living room, there is another table, two stools, and a sofa, which are gone. However, the kitchen is fairly well-configured.
No one would believe that the most famous and popular professor in the university town would actually live in such a simple home, and the word minimalism was used to the extreme.
Qiao Huaize arrived home and started his night life.
He cleaned himself methodically, showered, and dried his hair. After coming out, he began to wipe the sword and put the sword he took away today back to its original position. Then, start admiring the other swords, take out one of them and continue to polish the sword.
Two hours later, Qiao Huaize finally put down his sword, took out a book thick with a dictionary and a notebook in the bookcase, sat at the table and looked at it for a while, and occasionally wrote something in the notebook—yes, he was preparing to go down by himself. The content of the semester teaching.
At half past eleven, the sound of fireworks sounded outside the window, and Qiao Huaize raised his head and drank a glass of water.
He doesn't even have a watch at home, because the timetable in Qiao Huaize's mind is extremely accurate. Knowing that it was half an hour before the new year, he stood up, picked up the bag of things he had just bought, and walked out of the room.
Qiao Huaize's house is on the top floor, and there are steps leading to the roof in the stairwell. He carried the bag and went up to the rooftop. As soon as the iron door was opened, the cold wind rushed in, but he didn't care.
There was something covered by a bag in the corner of the roof. Qiao Huaize opened the bag, and there was a small sofa underneath. He just sat on the sofa, took out the wine in the bag, and sat on the roof of the thirtieth floor, drinking while looking into the distance.
The moon hangs coolly in the sky, and Qiao Huaize can see the light of the city center at the junction of the sky, like the gap between the sky and the earth where the Milky Way sprinkles.
It is almost midnight, and there are more people setting off fireworks. From Qiao Huaize's perspective, he can see fireworks blooming in different places. Even in the relatively remote university town, there were crackling firecrackers.
The winter wind lifted Qiao Huaize's hair. He opened the white wine, raised his head and took a sip, then frowned in disgust.
He can do anything, but what he can't stand the most is the slackness in martial arts in this world, and he can't even find a good sword. Another most unbearable thing is that the wine is really bad.
It's midnight. Qiao Huaize's inner time told him.
He leaned on the sofa, studying the ingredients and origin of this bottle of baijiu. Just then, his cell phone started ringing repeatedly.
All the students who were embarrassed to disturb him on weekdays took the opportunity of Chinese New Year to send him text messages, wishing him a happy faith. Just after 12:05, Qiao Huaize had received hundreds of text messages. In this era when everyone uses V-mail to communicate, students use text messages to send messages to Qiao Huaize. It is conceivable how popular he is without smart devices.
Looking at the information, Qiao Huaize's mouth curved slightly.
He put down his phone and stared into the distance. He took another sip of white wine. Although the taste of the wine was too bad, after a few sips, his stomach gradually warmed up.
It seems that nothing has changed for Qiao Huaize. In his last life, he wandered outside the human world with a sword and a flagon, and it seems to be the same in this life.
It's just that this world is really not suitable for cultivation. Even if Qiao Huaize practiced hard since he was a child, his level can surpass the only remaining martial arts practitioners, but it is not as good as one tenth of his back then. Qiao Huaize understood this, so he didn't insist on continuing to pursue progress, but turned around and started his teaching career.
Practicing martial arts and teaching children are equally important to him.
Qiao Huaize loved drinking in his previous and present lives, but it's a pity that he was born with a bad capacity for alcohol in this life. After practicing for a long time, he couldn't drink in his previous life. After Qiao Huaize drank a bottle of white wine, his phoenix eyes were slightly reddened, and he became a little drunk.
He raised his head and breathed lightly, as if the white mist he exhaled carried a trace of scorching heat.
The dark sky began to snow.
Qiao Huaize narrowed his eyes slightly, he was a little lazy when he was slightly drunk. He didn't feel cold, and he didn't like to move, so he just sat in the light snow.
When he was half drunk and half awake, and about to fall asleep, Qiao Huaize seemed to feel a hand gently touching his cheek, and the warmth in that hand made him subconsciously turn his head away.
"Ozawa, Ozawa..." a female voice called him with a smile.
Qiao Huaize opened his eyes gently. He seemed to be sitting under a tree, and the ground was whitened by hoarfrost.
A young woman was squatting beside him, her long black hair was tied up behind her head, and a strand of hair that was not too long or short that just reached her ear hung out from behind her ear in disobedience, the woman stretched out her hand to pin it behind her ear . Then, she smiled softly.
"Look, Ozawa," she said.
She stood up, drew out her sword, pointed to the side, and then concentrated. Her wrist turned the hilt, and the sword light flickered.
Qiao Huaize stared blankly at her dancing her sword in the light snow. Her steps were light and elegant. Although her swordsmanship was sharp, he saw her sword flickering, but unexpectedly avoided every falling snowflake.
After finishing a set, she put away her sword, stood up, and smiled softly, "Xiao Ze, what kind of sword technique did I use just now?"
Stepping on the snow to find plums.
Eight-year-old Qiao Huaize and the grown-up Qiao Huaize whispered together.
"It's really smart." The woman said softly, "One day, you will learn it and surpass me. At that time, the world will really open to you."
Qiao Huaize opened his eyes.
It was already dawn, he lowered his head, and saw that his body was covered with light snow that had accumulated last night, he stood up and patted the snow on his body.
a little cold.
But Qiao Huaize didn't care. After all, for the sword master and martial arts lord in his previous life, it was impossible to catch a cold. If he caught a cold, he could directly use his internal strength to force it out.
He went home, took off his clothes, and was very cold all over.
Qiao Huaize sat down at the table, and he picked up the water glass.
"Ah chirp!" He sneezed.
Qiao Huaize opened his eyes wide, and he was stunned.
The author has something to say: A very cat-like cub~
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I've been waiting for a long time, something happened, so I'm tired during the day, so I wrote it late_(:з」∠)_There will be an update later!