Chapter 204, the sword is endless!

For some people, there is no end to the cheapness.

For some, there is no end to the sword.

Chiba War Ministry is the number one swordsman in the East and is a master who is admirable. However, he still has his own pursuits and goals.

What he is learning swordsmanship now, and he will one day be able to obtain the supreme swordsmanship.

This is his life and the meaning of life.

Qianye Haowu Dingjian, turned his head to look at Qianye's Ministry of War, with admiration and doubt in his eyes.

"Sir, why do you have to come to China to practice swordsmanship?" A girl's voice came from behind.

Qianba Kaoru had just taken a shower and was wearing a traditional Japanese kimono with cherry blossom patterns. She wore wooden clogs, revealing her ten beautiful and cute toes.

She was wet with a shawl, her eyes were soft, and her face was filled with a heart-warming smile.

This is a traditional oriental woman, gentle and humble, and seems to never disobey her husband.

After Qianye's Ministry of War brought a pair of children to China, they arranged their respective sources. Qianye Huo went to Zhuque Middle School to study and exchange, while Qianye Haowu performed hard work in swordsmanship under his personal guidance.

The lives of the siblings are completely different.

The Ministry of War of Qianba was extremely fond of Qianba Kan and looked at Qianba Kan and said, "Go and wipe your hair dry."

Qianye Kaoru didn't answer and said, "My father, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Because, in the East, I am invincible." Qianye War Ministry said. "Walking against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Everyone knows this principle. However, if you pursue swordsmanship, you must go against the current. An opponent worthy of respect can help you understand for three or five months less. An opponent who defeats you can improve your realm for three or five years------"

"My father means, will you meet opponents in China?" Qianye Kun asked sensitively.

Qianye's Ministry of War walked up to Qianye Kuma, stretched out his fingers to help his daughter tick her hair carefully. He smiled gently and said, "Even if he is unwilling to admit it, China has accumulated thousands of years of savings, mostly hermits and heroes, and there are many experts -- there should be opponents worthy of respect."

Qianye Kumura turned her head and looked at her father's side face and said, "My father, if you really meet a respectable opponent---will you die?"

"Die?" Qianye War Ministry thought about it carefully and said, "I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening."

"No." Qianye Kun said stubbornly: "I don't want you to die."

"Then I'm not dead." Chiba's War Department nodded seriously, as if it was a promise.

Qianye Xun smiled and said, "Sir, then I'll go back to bed. There will be morning class tomorrow."

He glanced at Qianye Haowu again and said, "Brother, you have to practice well."

Qianye Haowu nodded, still stabbing straight intently.

One sword after another.

Ga-----

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open. A man in black walked in.

Short, thin, his head is hidden in his hood and cannot see his true appearance.

Seeing the Qianye War Ministry standing in the yard, the man walked over and bowed and said, "Master."

"You are injured." Chiba War Ministry said.

"Yes." The man replied honestly. No matter how well he disguised himself, he would not be able to deceive his master.

"There is a sense of anger in your throat, and you ask your master's wife to prescribe a medicine for you." Qianye War Ministry said. "Who can hurt you?"

"Master-----"

"Who can hurt you?"

"Fang Yan." The man in black replied.

Qianye Haowu suddenly turned around and said, "Qingyin, have you gone to find Fang Yan?"

Qing Yin, the great disciple of Qianye War Department.

Originally, Iga ninja came from, but failed to assassinate Chiba's War Ministry and was impressed by his swordsmanship. Therefore, he was willing to become a disciple's servant.

Qianye Haowu returned seriously injured in China because he had a conflict with a teacher in China. After Qingyin came to China, he immediately secretly searched for Fang Yan's information and followed him all the way, choosing to start with the KTV box with extremely limited venues.

"I heard that he defeated Qianye Haowu, I want to test his depth----"

"By the way, help Qianye to avenge his revenge?"

"Master punished." The man apologized in a low voice.

Because the head-down action was too big, it once again involved the injury in the chest.

With a muffled groan, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Qianye War Department glanced at it and asked, "What did he hurt you?"

"fist."

"Did your fist touch you?"

"No." Qingyin replied.

Qianye's Ministry of War walked up to Qianye Haowu and said, "You keep asking me when this fencing action will end."

"Yes, my father----"

Qianye War Ministry walked to the locust tree, pointed to its solid trunk, and said, "Break it through."

"Master Father-----" Qianye War Department was stunned. The sword blade was not allowed to touch the trunk, it was just a straight stab in the air--How could the trunk be penetrated?

When a water drops through a stone, at least it must let the water drops fall on the stone, right?

"He can do it." Qianba War Ministry knew about Chiba's good martial arts idea and said out loud.

"Is Fang Yan?" Qianye Haowu asked gritted his teeth.

"Yes.

"How strong is he?" Qianye Haowu asked.

"It's stronger than you think." Qianye's Ministry of War said. "It hurts Qianye Haowu and Qingyin again------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 with his textbook.

I found a gap in the middle of the pages. Fang Yan uncovered it from the gap and found another delicately folded paper crane lying there.

"Teacher Fang Yan, you are getting more and more handsome. I like you so much."

It is still a row of beautiful small characters, but it does not belong to the font of any student in the class.

Because Fang Yan is good at calligraphy, he can memorize the handwriting of every student in his heart. As long as he sees the font, he will know who wrote this text. It is very accurate and has 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 worthy of joy and pride. What he is worried about is that it will affect the girl's academic performance.

After a desperate thought, the cell 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, are you asking me for trouble?" 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 to discuss with you."

"Okay, I'll go there now."

In the principal's office, Zhang Shaofeng enthusiastically invited Fang Yan to sit down and ran over to make a cup of good tea for Fang Yan.

Fang Yan smiled and held the teacup and said, "Principal Zhang, what are you doing? This kind of thing should be done by our subordinates for you. How can we let the old leader do these things for us?"

Zhang Shaofeng waved his hand and said, "Fang Yan, there are two problems in your words. Do you know which two problems are?"

"I really don't know this." Fang Yan said with a smile. "The principal gives me some advice?"

"First, I am not an old leader. The only one who can be called the leader of Zhuque is your grandfather, Mr. Lu. Any practitioner in the education industry who 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 a relationship with him, he was still very excited when he heard others praise his grandfather and regarded his grandfather as his idol in life. This is the reason.

"Second, who stipulates that subordinates must make tea for superiors? Can't the principal make a cup of tea for the teacher? Everyone can sit in the position of the principal, but not everyone can do the job of the teacher. Otherwise, how could there be a difference between a famous teacher and a mediocre teacher?"

"So, you teachers are the treasures of our school and the core strength of our Zhuque. We old guys can't do anything else, so it's always okay to do logistics for you, right?"

"The principal is too modest." Fang Yan said with a smile. He thought to himself, if it weren't for Lu Chaoge who bought Zhuque, if he hadn't had close ties with Lu Chaoge, I'm afraid that "Kuibao" and "core force" would have to pour tea for the old leader, right?

This is a class that exists in the society. Many people are unwilling to admit it, but it actually exists. It lasts for thousands of years and will continue.

"Teacher Fang's work is still going well?" Zhang Shaofeng asked very kindly.

"It's pretty good." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I like the teacher's job very much."

"Well. You are a talent. I have been thinking about putting more burdens on you---Young people, how can I not exercise more without exercise? However, Director Lu is very protective of you and said that you can concentrate on doing the work at hand. She said so, can I still have any opinions?"

"This is also the principal's love for me." Fang Yan said, and he was even more confused. What did this old fox want to do when he finds himself?

"That's right. Recently, more and more parents of students come to me, and my mobile phones are getting busier and busier. Among them, there are many big names who were difficult for me to meet them before. I thought it was my old man who was older and more charming." Zhang Shaofeng finally got to the point and said jokingly: "Actually they are here to find you."

"Look for me?" Fang Yan asked strangely.

"I feel sorry for parents in the world. Whether they are high-ranking officials or rich people, no matter what their parents have, the education of their children is the most important thing in their hearts--they have a common purpose in finding me, and want to transfer their children to your Class 9."

"------" Fang Yan didn't say anything, but felt speechless, but was secretly happy. He had become a celebrity in the education industry in Huacheng. In another two years, he should be almost the same as his grandpa, right?

"It is obviously impossible to transfer all to Class 9," said Zhang Shaofeng. "If you have money and power, you can't transfer classes, but if you don't have money and power, you can't transfer classes? We can't do this."

"Yes." Fang Yan nodded extremely firmly. "You must not do this. You must be fair and just. If we plant the seeds of unfairness and injustice in students' hearts in this matter, in the future, students will enter society, and this seed may also take root and sprout and bear bad consequences----"

"That's what I think." Zhang Shaofeng said with a smile: "So, I'm here to ask you for help."

"What can I do?" Fang Yan asked.
Chapter completed!