For some people, there is no limit to being mean.
For some, the sword knows no bounds.
Chiba Hyobu is the best swordsman in the East and a master that everyone admires. However, he still has his own pursuits and goals.
He is learning swordsmanship now, and one day he will be able to obtain the supreme sword art.
This is his life, the meaning of living.
Qianye Haowu stopped his sword, turned to look at Qianye Bingbu, with admiration and confusion in his eyes.
"Father, why do you want to come to China to practice sword?" A girl's voice came from behind.
Chiba Kaoru had just taken a bath and was wearing a traditional Japanese kimono decorated with cherry blossom patterns. She was wearing wooden clogs, revealing her ten beautiful and cute toes.
Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, her eyes were gentle, and there was a heart-warming smile on her face.
This is a traditional Oriental woman, gentle and humble, and it seems that she will never disobey her husband.
After Chiba Hyobu brought his two sons and daughters to China, he arranged their respective destinations. Chiba Kaoru went to Suzaku Middle School to study and exchange, while Chiba Yoshitake made a hard study of swordsmanship under his personal guidance.
The siblings have completely different lives.
Chiba Hyobu was extremely fond of Chiba Kaoru. He looked at Chiba Kaoru and said, "Go and dry your hair quickly."
Qianye Xun did not answer and said, "Father, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Because, in Japan-----I have no rivals." Chiba Hyobu said. "If you don't advance, you will retreat. Everyone knows this truth. However, to pursue the way of the sword, you must go against the current. A respectable opponent can save you three to five months of enlightenment. An opponent who defeats you can improve your realm by three to five years----"
"Father, what you mean is, will you meet an opponent in China?" Chiba Xun asked sensitively.
Qianye Bingbu walked up to Qianye Xun and stretched out his fingers to carefully help his daughter comb her hair. He smiled gently and said, "Even if you don't want to admit it, China has accumulated thousands of years of experience, and there are many hermits and heroes, and there are many masters - there should be opponents worthy of respect."
Qianye Xun tilted his head to look at his father's profile and said, "Father, if you really meet an opponent worthy of respect, will you die?"
"Death?" Qianye Bingbu thought about it seriously and said, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."
"No." Qianye Xun said stubbornly: "I don't want you to die."
"Then I won't die." Chiba Hyobu nodded seriously, as if it was a promise.
Qianye Xun smiled and said, "Father, I will go back to sleep. I have early classes tomorrow."
He glanced at Qianye Haowu again and said, "Brother, you have to practice well."
Chiba Yoshitake nodded, still concentrating on his stabbing.
One sword after another.
Ga-----
The gate was pushed open and a man in black walked in.
He was short and thin, and his head was hidden in his hood, making his appearance unreal.
Seeing Qianye Bingbu standing in the yard, the man walked over, bowed and said, "Master."
"You are injured." said Chiba Bingbu.
"Yes." The man answered honestly. Even if he disguised himself well and didn't have a drop of blood on his face or body, he couldn't deceive his master.
"You have a lot of anger in your throat. Ask your master's wife to prescribe some medicine for you." Qianye Bingbu said. "Who can hurt you?"
"Master-----"
"Who can hurt you?"
"Fang Yan." The man in black replied.
Qianye Haowu turned around suddenly and said, "Qingyin, did you go to find Fang Yan?"
Qingyin, the eldest disciple of Qianye Bingbu.
He was originally an Iga ninja. He failed in his attempt to assassinate Chiba Hyobu, but was impressed by his swordsmanship, so he became his disciple and was willing to serve him as a servant.
Qianye Haowu returned from Huaxia with serious injuries, and it turned out that he had a conflict with a Huaxia teacher. After Qingyin came to Huaxia, he immediately secretly searched for Fang Yan's information, followed him all the way, and chose to start in a KTV box with extremely limited space.
"I heard that he defeated Qianye Haowu, I want to test his strength----"
"By the way, help Qianye Haowu get his revenge?"
"Master's punishment," the man apologized in a low voice.
Because the movement of lowering his head was too big, the injury on his chest was affected again.
With a muffled groan, he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Qianye Bingbu glanced at him and asked, "What did he use to hurt you?"
"fist."
"Did the fist touch you?"
"No." Qingyin replied.
Chiba Hyobu walked up to Chiba Yoshitake and said, "You keep asking me when this fencing action will end."
"Yes, father--"
Qianye Bingbu walked to the side of the locust tree, pointed at its solid trunk, and said, "Punch it through."
"Father----" Chiba Hyobu was stunned. The sword blade was not allowed to touch the tree trunk, it was just stabbing straight through the air----how could the tree trunk be pierced
Water drops can wear away a stone, so at least the water drops should fall on the stone, right
"He can do it." Chiba Hyobu knew what Chiba Haowu was thinking and spoke out.
"Fang Yan?" Qianye Haowu asked through gritting his teeth.
"Yes.
"How strong is he?" asked Qianye Haowu.
"He is stronger than you think." Qianye Bingbu said. "He injured Qianye Haowu and Qingyin. This young man is really exciting."
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After the two Chinese classes in the morning, Fang Yan walked back to the office carrying his textbooks.
Finding a gap in the middle of the pages, Fang Yan opened the book from the gap and found another exquisitely folded paper crane lying there.
"Teacher Fang Yan, you are getting more and more handsome. I like you so much."
It was still a row of beautiful small characters, but the handwriting did not belong to any student in the class.
Because Fang Yan was good at calligraphy, he was able to memorize the handwriting of each student. As long as he saw the font, he would know who wrote it, very accurately, and never missed it.
"Who is it?" Fang Yan was full of doubts.
Fang Yan does not reject other people's liking. Being liked by others is something to be happy and proud of. What he is worried about is that it will affect the girl's academic performance.
After thinking hard without any results, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Fang Yan pressed the answer button, and it turned out to be a call from Principal Zhang Shaofeng himself.
"Principal Zhang, do you have something to talk to me about?" Fang Yan asked.
"Teacher Fang Yan, are you in the office or outside?" Zhang Shaofeng asked.
"Principal, I just finished class and am in the office now." Fang Yan said.
"Come to my office. I have something I want to discuss with you."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
In the principal's office, Zhang Shaofeng warmly invited Fang Yan to sit down, and personally ran over to make Fang Yan a cup of fine tea.
Fang Yan held the teacup with a smile and said, "Principal Zhang, what are you doing? This kind of thing should be done by us subordinates. How can we let the old leader do this for us?"
Zhang Shaofeng waved his hand and said, "Fang Yan, there are two problems in what you said. Do you know what they are?"
"I really don't know about this." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Principal, can you give me some advice?"
"First, I'm not some old leader. The only one who can be called an old leader of Suzaku is your grandfather, Mr. Lu. Who among those working in the education field doesn't regard Mr. Lu as an idol in life?"
"Principal Zhang is too modest. You are also our old leader." Fang Yan said. Although he knew that Zhang Shaofeng was trying to win over him, he was still very excited to hear others praising his grandfather and regarding his grandfather as his idol. Flattery never wears out, that's the truth.
"Second, who stipulated that subordinates must make tea for their superiors? Can't the principal make a cup of tea for the teacher? Anyone can be a principal, but not everyone can do the job of a teacher well. Otherwise, how can there be a difference between a good teacher and a mediocre one?"
"So, you teachers are the treasures of our school, and the core strength of our Suzaku. We old guys can't do anything else, but it should be no problem for us to do logistics for you, right?"
"The principal is too modest." Fang Yan said with a smile. He thought, if it weren't for Lu Chaoge buying Suzaku, if it weren't for his close relationship with Lu Chaoge, I'm afraid Kuibao and Core Strength would still have to pour tea for the old leader, right
This is a class that exists in society in an obscure way. Many people are unwilling to admit it, but it really exists. It has lasted for thousands of years and will continue to exist.
"Is Teacher Fang's work going well?" Zhang Shaofeng asked in a very friendly voice.
"It's good." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I really like this job as a teacher."
"Yes. You are a talented person. I have been thinking about giving you more responsibilities. Young people, how can you not exercise more? However, Director Lu is very protective of you and said that you should just concentrate on the work at hand. She said so, how can I have any objection?"
"This is also the principal's love for me." Fang Yan said, and he was even more confused. What on earth did this old fox want to do with him
"It's like this. Recently, more and more parents of students have come to see me, and my phone has been getting busier and busier. Among them, there are quite a few big shots who I had difficulty meeting before. I thought it was because I was getting more charming as I got older." Zhang Shaofeng finally got to the point and said self-deprecatingly, "Actually, they came to see you."
"Looking for me?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
"Parents all over the world are pitiful. No matter whether they are high-ranking officials or wealthy people, no matter what their status is or how much wealth they have, in their hearts, their children's education is still the most important. They came to me with a common purpose, which is to transfer their children to your class nine."
"------" Fang Yan didn't say anything, not because he was speechless, but because he was secretly happy. It seemed that he had become a celebrity in the education circle of Huacheng. In another two years, he should be almost as good as his grandfather, right
"It's obviously impossible to transfer all of them to Class 9," Zhang Shaofeng said. "The rich and powerful can transfer classes, but the poor and powerless students can't transfer classes? We can't do that."
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded firmly. "We must not do this. We must be fair and just. If we plant the seeds of unfairness and injustice in the students' hearts in this matter, when they enter society in the future, these seeds may take root and sprout and bear bad consequences----"
"That's what I thought." Zhang Shaofeng said with a smile: "So, I came to ask you for help."
"What can I do?" Fang Yan asked.
"Teach a large class." Zhang Shaofeng said. "Teach a Chinese class to the entire first grade." (To be continued)