The saying that when a person dies, it is like a lamp going out is not true. A lamp can be lit again after it goes out, but when a person dies and is lit, it becomes a jar of bone ashes.
Therefore, Fang Yan cherishes his life very much. Whoever wants him dead, he will make them die miserably.
Since there is no way out, just move forward fearlessly.
Fang Yan knew that if he died, Ye Wenrou would immediately challenge Qianye Bingbu, then Baili Lu, or possibly Bai Fengzi from the Bai family, Hou Zhendong, or anyone else - it would be ok if Qianye Bingbu lost, but if he won, he would never be able to return to Japan alive.
Although he was unlucky, Qianye Bingbu's fate was even more miserable. After realizing this, Fang Yan became happy again.
Once his knot in his heart was untied, Fang Yan became normal Fang Yan again.
Fang Yan is knowledgeable, humorous and sharp, and he knows how to motivate students. His class is full of laughter. All students like Fang Yan's class, and even the Chinese teachers who have attended the class several times have to admit that Fang Yan is indeed a very good teacher.
Fang Yan tried to look towards the back row of the classroom as little as possible, because there was an empty seat there that was particularly eye-catching.
The weather was getting colder, and all the students had changed into their winter clothes. Winter vacation was about to start in two months, and Fang Yan was about to finish his first semester of classes.
The bell rang and the students went out for activities.
After taking a sip of tea, Fang Yan walked to the back row of the classroom and sat down next to Qianye Xun.
Chiba Kaoru has a sweet appearance and a gentle personality, and she looks very lethal in her tailor-made Suzaku uniform.
Qianye Xun has not been here for long, but she is quite popular in the school. Some people say that she is the second most beautiful girl in Suzaku High School, and no one is prettier than her except Qin Yitian. Some people also think that she is even prettier than Qin Yitian, because Qin Yitian's aura is too strong, and they dare not approach her. But Qianye Xun is more civilian, at least they don't feel pressure or nervous when talking to her, and even dare to make some harmless jokes with her - who dares to joke with Qin Yitian
Fang Yan took Qianye Xun's beautifully packaged Chinese textbook and asked, "Is there anything you don't understand?"
Qianye Xun shook his head and said, "There are many things I don't understand. The main ones are the language barrier and the cultural differences between countries. Of course, once I understand the meaning of that paragraph, all the problems can be solved. It just takes a little more time."
"Because you came from Japan, you need to learn more and put in more effort." Fang Yan said in a calm and gentle voice, just like a teacher discussing learning problems with his own students. Of course, this is indeed the case. "I know that your real hobby is the tea ceremony, and you have also put most of your energy into it. This is not a bad thing. On the contrary, I hope that there will be more students like this in our class. Only when you love something to the core, you are willing to devote your most precious time and inestimable heart to it regardless of everything. Only in this way can you become the best talent in this field and become the king."
"If you simply want to improve your tea ceremony skills, you only need to learn from Qin Yitian or other tea ceremony masters. You don't need to waste your time studying Chinese, mathematics, or Chinese politics and history, which you are not interested in at all. I have seen your test paper, and I can tell from the handwriting on your answer sheet how much you hate them. However, you did this anyway. You not only want to learn the tea ceremony, but also want to solve a doubt in your heart. What kind of Chinese culture can breed talents like Qin Yitian? Is that right?"
"Yes." Qianye Xun did not deny it. "Teacher, I will return to Japan eventually. After returning to Japan, I will become a tea ceremony master and a teacher. I will explain to them the long-standing tea ceremony culture of China, as well as historical stories that I am not interested in, and what we should learn and understand from these stories. I will not only improve their skills, but also enrich their brains."
"I will never forget the tea-drinking contest between Qin Yitian and I. She came over with an arrogant air, dignified and generous, and gave me her rootless water without hesitation. She was not afraid of losing to me, and she never thought of losing to me. Before, I was stuck in a dead end and couldn't get out. I always thought that her tea ceremony skills were higher than mine, and her techniques were more exquisite than mine. Later, I realized that she was more confident than me. That confidence came from her beautiful appearance, her noble temperament and huge aura, and even more from her knowledge and cultivation. This is what is truly invincible. She has been nourished and watered by 5,000 years of culture. How could I possibly defeat such an opponent?"
Fang Yan's eyes brightened, he tapped the table with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Qianye Xun, congratulations."
"Thank you." Qianye Xun smiled silently and said, "Teacher Fang, you are also a very proud person. You are not afraid that I will learn your knowledge, you are not afraid that I will take away your culture, every expression and every action of yours tells me that we are not your opponents. This is really infuriating and helpless."
"Qianye Xun, you don't understand. We have 5,000 years of cultural accumulation, we have endless fertile land, and we have 1.3 billion compatriots with many talents. I am just a small bead among them, but we have more seeds that people look forward to. They are taking root, sprouting, and will soon grow into towering trees."
"You can take away my knowledge, but you can't take away all of China's knowledge. You can take away the culture that you can see with your naked eyes, but you can't take away the culture that runs in our bones and blood that cannot be seen with the naked eye—"
Fang Yan said with pride. "These are the souls of China. As long as this soul exists, China will always stand tall among the world's powerful nations. We are not afraid of wind, rain, or storms. As long as we are given a little soil and a little opportunity, we can take root, sprout, and bloom the most beautiful flowers. Look around you, look at your feet, isn't this the truth?"
Chiba Xun's face was gloomy, but he soon regained his composure.
She looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes and asked, "Teacher Fang, you just said that only when you love something deeply can you do anything for it - do you love martial arts?"
"Love." Fang Yan said with great certainty. "For a long time, I hated it. I even wanted to throw it away and stay away from it. But because of a woman, I had to get close to it and feel it. But recently, I suddenly realized that I love it. Love is hopeless. It is because I care too much that I have higher expectations of myself. It is better to say that I am disappointed in myself rather than others. Since the moment I was born, it has been a part of my body. This is my destiny and my luck."
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Chiba Yoshitake is still practicing sword-throwing.
Day after day, month after month. It starts when the sun rises and ends when the moon sets.
If it were any other child, he would have been bored with such monotonous actions long ago, but Chiba Haowu did not.
Other parents would have been tired of such actions long ago, but Chiba Hyobu was not.
He stood behind Qianye Yoshitake and could see every sword he thrust out.
"Part of the body? It's destiny and also luck." Chiba Hyobu muttered to himself, his figure standing under the moonlight being infinitely stretched.
"Father, I think Mr. Fang has changed a lot." Qianye Xun said. "He was very depressed a while ago. Although he still taught us as usual, we couldn't laugh at what he said, and neither could he. He was like a weird man carrying a mountain of rocks, and every step he took was very difficult. Now we are laughing again in his class, and he laughs too. He gives people the feeling of being in high spirits, and it seems that he is about to float up when he walks."
"He is not afraid anymore." Chiba Hyobu said.
"Was he ever afraid?"
"Afraid," Chiba said. "Afraid of losing, afraid of death, afraid of losing face, losing face for myself, and losing face for my fellow countrymen and colleagues -- everyone is afraid, I am afraid too."
"How could father lose?" Qianye Xun asked in surprise. Because she was too shocked and did not deliberately lower her voice when she spoke, even Qianye Haowu, who was concentrating on sword practice, was attracted by their conversation.
Chiba Yoshitake stopped practicing swordsmanship, walked up to his father Chiba Hyobu, and said, "Father will never lose. Because father has never lost."
"Never?" Chiba Hyobu smiled and shook his head. "No one is born invincible. I have lost before, and I have lost more than others, but you just don't know it-----"
"I won't lose to Fang Yan either." Qianye Haowu said stubbornly. He hated Fang Yan very much and always wanted to take revenge. If the undefeated god of war in his mind lost, it would have a great impact on his confidence.
Qianye Bingbu looked at the two children in front of him, as well as the apprentice hiding in the darkness, and said, "Before, I was 70% sure that I could win this game, but now I only have 60% left. I am very relieved that he finally threw away his fear and became my real opponent."
"Father-----" Qianye Xun was stunned. "Did he deliberately ask me to bring these words to you? Did he do this to influence your mood?"
"Yes." Chiba Hyobu nodded. "He asked you to tell me, come on, I'm ready."
Qianye Hyobu turned and walked towards the house. Qianye Yoshitake asked, "Father, where are you going?"
"Wipe your sword." Chiba Hyobu said. (To be continued)