The night wind was getting colder, and Xia Tian, wearing only a little black dress, was obviously unable to withstand the chill in the city.
Especially since she had just experienced such a tense and exciting thing in the box, she was covered in a layer of cold sweat. Now that her body was cooling down and the sweat was cold, she felt even colder.
She clutched the white shawl draped over her shoulders with both hands, as if this could keep her warmer.
"Let's take a taxi back?" Fang Yan said softly when he saw her embarrassed look.
"Let's go." Xia Tian said. She didn't own a motorhome in this city, and she was always picked up by a driver. When she got out of Sky One just now, she didn't call the driver to arrange a car, and now, she wouldn't call the driver out of the house. The driver also has his own life.
Fang Yan walked on Xia Tian's right side, so that he could block the wind for her. He said, "I also thought about taking off my coat for you, but I was afraid that you would refuse and make me embarrassed."
"You haven't tried it, so how do you know I will refuse?" Xia Tian asked.
Fang Yan glanced at Xia Tian from the side, and met a pair of beautiful eyes that were bright and gentle.
This girl has such beautiful eyes!
After thinking about it, Fang Yan discovered a problem. In fact, most beautiful women have nice eyes, such as Qin Yitian, Jiang Qin, Yuan Lin and even Lu Chaoge. Eyes are the windows to the human soul. If a person's eyes are ugly, then no matter how delicate and beautiful the woman's facial features are, she can only be called a beauty with personality.
So Fang Yan took off his black coat.
Xia Tian was not reserved and took it and draped it over her shoulders naturally.
"I feel much better." Xia Tian said with a smile. "I often accept coats from boys when acting, but this is the first time this has happened in real life-----"
"Is this also acting?" Fang Yan asked.
Xia Tian frowned and glanced at Fang Yan, then said, "Fang Yan, I find that you are very aggressive."
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Maybe it's because I'm not in a good mood."
"Can you tell me now? Who is he?" Xia Tian looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes and asked.
"I don't know." Fang Yan said. He knew Xia Tian would ask this question. He could send Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin away, he could send those students away, but Xia Tian was not so easy to deal with.
"You don't know either?" Xia Tian's beautiful eyebrows frowned again. "Although his goal is to attack you, he is also trying to hurt me while attacking you - do you need help?"
Fang Yan glanced at Xia Tian and said, "Yes. No."
"Um?"
"I need you to help me find him. You don't need to arrest him." Fang Yan said. "He is very strong. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
"I see." Xia Tian nodded. "Jiang Qin and Yuan Lin, they are both good seedlings----"
"That's their business. If you really like them, you can have a good talk with them." Fang Yan said, "I won't make decisions for their lives. Because I can't afford it."
"But I can see that they trust you very much."
"Because I am their teacher. A teacher who thinks he is pretty good-----"
"You have to help me with the new album."
"I need to think about this."
Xia Tian was a little anxious and said, "Fang Yan, you really make me suffer. I can find another Tai Chi master, I can find a replacement. But, I know there are better options, I know you are the most suitable one. After watching you practice Tai Chi, how can I choose someone else?"
Fang Yan thought about it and said, "It's quite difficult."
"If you don't show up, I will feel that my work is not perfect. I felt this way before the preparation, and I felt this way after the work was released. Even if I think about it many years later, I may still feel this way. I am a Virgo, and what I fear most is the imperfections and regrets in life."
"------"
"Promise me that you can set any conditions you want, okay?"
"Okay." Fang Yan said.
"What conditions?"
"Conditions are just conditions. I can make any of them." Fang Yan said. Before the ninja entered the house, Xia Tian's words really touched Fang Yan.
He teaches calligraphy, tea ceremony, Chinese studies, traditions, and educating people. In fact, he also does this to instill the profound Chinese culture into students, who will then pass it on from generation to generation and carry it forward.
Xia Tian is a star, she sings and acts, but she is also doing the same thing as Fang Yan. Moreover, her influence is far greater than Fang Yan's.
"You agreed?" Xia Tian asked in surprise.
"I guess so." Fang Yan said. "It's just one shot, I don't think too many people will pay attention to it, so this will solve my problem of becoming famous----"
"Fang Yan, thank you. Thank you very much." Xia Tian said with a smile.
She waved her hand and a taxi stopped beside her.
Xia Tian opened the car door and got in. When Fang Yan wanted to follow, the taxi door slammed shut.
"Don't you need me to take you back?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
"I'm not that squeamish." Xia Tian said with a smile. "Go back and rest. Why bother making another trip?"
Xia Tian waved to Fang Yan, and the taxi drove away.
Fang Yan smiled and walked in the opposite direction.
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Under the moonlight and in the cold wind, a boy with a stern expression was practicing swordplay.
There was an old locust tree planted in the courtyard. The boy stabbed the sword at the tree with a thick trunk.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
One sword, one sword after another, Qianye Haowu had already stabbed out one thousand two hundred and twenty-six swords.
The same posture, the same angle, and even the same force. He would thrust three thousand times every night.
This was what his father, Chiba Hyobu, asked of him.
Everyone found it strange. The Chiba family was famous for their swords, and Chiba Shusaku used the Hokushin Ittoryu to bring Japanese swordsmanship to a height that attracted worldwide attention.
However, his descendant Chiba Hyobu was good at swordsmanship. Everyone thought that this person was mentally ill. Why didn't he inherit such a good swordsmanship and enter a field that he was not good at
When everyone had such doubts, Chiba Hyobu traveled across the 17 islands of the East with just his sword, challenging Ito Dankensai, Koga Shadowless Sword, and Itamoto Kyogenpa - he won all three battles and won the crown of the number one swordsman in the East in one fell swoop.
You know, the master of Ito Broken Swordsai, Ito Shun, was the recognized number one swordsman in the East before Chiba Hyobu. Chiba Hyobu defeated him and naturally inherited this title.
From then on, all doubts disappeared.
But many people still felt strange, why----he used the sword
"The knife is about strength, the sword is about finesse." Qianye Bingbu stood behind his son and watched. He carefully watched every sword that Qianye Haowu thrust out. Qianye Haowu thrust out 1,226 swords, and he also watched 1,226 swords.
Not a single sword strike was missed, as if each one was a brilliant sword technique.
He was wearing a white robe, with long hair hanging down, and standing straight. The soft moonlight shone on his face, making his pale complexion look even whiter, and in his narrow eyes there was a divine light that made it hard to look up at him.
"Skillfulness is innate, but it also depends on hard work. Practice three thousand swords every day, with the same angle, speed, and strength. After ninety-nine days, this move will become a part of your body. You don't need to think, and you don't have time to think. Just use this sword."
"So I only know this sword?"
"One sword is not enough?" Chiba Hyobu said with a smile. "What kind of neck must be cut with two swords to be severed?"
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"There is Taoism in China. Taoists believe in the unity of all things. However, the true natural way is that all things return to one. Every time you thrust your sword, Wulang can see eighteen changes, Qingyin can see forty-nine changes - I can see three thousand nine hundred and ten."
Qianye Haowu's hand trembled and the sword in his hand almost slipped out.
In his mind, the god-like masters Inoue Goro and Kiyoin were actually so different from his father
"Before, I could see at least nine thousand changes." Qianye Bingbu said with infinite regret in his eyes: "Every additional sword is an illusion of a sword. Of these three thousand nine hundred and ten swords, three thousand nine hundred and nine are illusions. Only when all these illusions disappear can we achieve the supreme sword way."
Qianye Haowu quickly regained his composure, raised his sword again and thrust forward, saying, "Father, do you mean that the more Goro and Qingyin can see, the better, and the less father needs to see, the better?"
"No, they need to see as little as possible. It would be best if they could only see one sword, the original one."
"Then father-----" Qianye Haowu felt a little dizzy. It would have been fine if his father didn't teach him, but why did he become more and more confused about the essence of the sword after he taught him
"One gives rise to all things. If all things have not yet been born, how can all things return to one?"
"I understand." Chiba Haowu said seriously.
"A sword is a sword. It is the sword you thrust out. It is a sword that kills. It is a sword that enforces the law. It can change in a thousand ways and it can be magical, but its essence will not change." Qianye Bingbu's voice was full of yearning, and he said, "This is why I came to China."
"Why did father come to China?" Qianye Haowu asked curiously. Didn't father come here to avenge him? To beat up that little teacher named Fang Yan, and even better, to cut his neck with a sword - if it wasn't for this reason, why did he immediately decide to move his family to China after he returned home in defeat
"Practice swordplay." Qianye Bingbu uttered these two words clearly. (To be continued)