Before my eyes, another bright scene unfolds. If the previous one was a plain, this one is on a hilltop. As I gaze into the distance, mountain peaks rise in layers, and a small stream flows, nourishing the lush vegetation. Not far away stands an ancient tree with dense foliage, its green canopy like a parasol. A person is standing beneath it, swaying gently in the breeze. Although this is just an illusion, the atmosphere it evokes makes one feel as if they have arrived at a place that truly embodies the spirit of a swordsman.

  Fang Xin was silent for a moment, savoring the feeling. With his own points being scarce, he usually went on stage first.

  "Ah, it's been a year since I came into this world!" He gazed at the fields below the mountain in contemplation.

  This feeling is really hard to describe.

  This feeling can be waited for to become a memory, but at that time it was already bewildered. This kind of bewilderment is not in love, but at this moment, he feels that only this poem is so apt.

  About 100 meters away, a white light emerged, and a human figure appeared.

  With a clang, indicating the start of the match, Fang Xin drew his sword, discarded its scabbard, and stepped forward, the wind blowing open his front garment.

  The other party also drew his sword and rushed straight at Fang Xin.

  Within ten steps, his footsteps began to take on a rhythmic quality, his feet touching the ground yet seeming to float on water, with an uncertain balance of reality and illusion. Fang Xin recalled a mysterious technique from his swordsmanship training, which was actually very simple but extremely practical. For Fang Xin, who had already experienced many battles, this killing technique seemed not to be something he had learned, but rather something that flowed naturally from his heart.

  He drew closer, the sword light flashed, blood splattered everywhere. The opponent didn't even let out a groan before falling to the ground, his neck was cut off halfway, revealing half of the bloody flesh, without even a moan.

  "Too weak, indeed a person of the peaceful era. Even if you've learned sword techniques, in essence, you're not even as good as those dark soldiers from that world." Fang Xin thought to himself: "Completely unable to bring out the essence of the killing technique!"

  "Ding Dong! You have achieved a complete victory, 2 wins and 0 losses, earning 15 points!" The system's prompt voice came out.

  "System, schedule the next match, ten consecutive matches." Fang Xin didn't even look at the corpse and continued speaking.

  "Ding Dong, System Accepted, Scene Homogenized."

  At this time, the person opposite him left the scene in a depressed manner, without any resistance, and was killed. He felt helplessness and pain.

  Gourd? Is this person a swordsman of some level? I'm 15 wins and 4 losses myself, and the guy with the name "Lee Se's Cat" is looking up Gourd's info with a scowl. There's very little information on Gourd, but it's clear that there's no record of swordsmanship level, which can't be hidden in competition and wouldn't be assigned to the newbie zone anyway.

  "Could it be that I've encountered a swordsman who doesn't test his swordsmanship?" He thought to himself, just as Fang Xin began the third match.

  "2 wins 0 losses, 21 wins 3 losses, looks like we can have a match... again, another perfect win, only 16 seconds, this gourd guy is absolutely a master of swordsmanship!"

  "After some thought, this person started sending a message: 'Old Four, come and take a look, this person is not simple.'"

  No matter what others say, half an hour later.

  "Ding Dong, you have played 10 games, with a record of 10 wins and 0 losses, earning 15 points. You have won 10 consecutive games, and as a reward, you receive 100 points. Your current total score is 250 points. Do you want to continue?"

  "No way, I'm out." Fang Xin quit the game, he let out a yawn, although it was just a virtual match, but after ten consecutive matches, he still felt mentally exhausted.

  "Ding Dong, you have posted a free tutoring course for primary and secondary school mathematics, English, and history, lasting two months, located in your residential area, limited to this city, with a quota of 100. The post has been reviewed and published, please pay attention to the response information!"

  Fang Xincan suddenly realized and discovered this information.

  As soon as the connection with Huaxia Charity Union was established, within just ten minutes, sixteen people had signed up, and the number is still increasing. This is not because Fang Xin has sufficient social credit, although his current social credit score of 592 points and social contribution value of 660 points are not low. Rather, it is due to the credibility and reputation of Huaxia Charity Union itself that is taking effect.

  "Set it to remind me once in twenty calls." Fang Xin didn't want to wait any longer, so he set the condition directly, which would connect to the smart brain at home and naturally remind him.

  Get up, go to the nutrition warehouse, go to the bathroom to wash and relax, feel hungry, don't want to cook by myself, hurry up and put on clothes, check the time, it's just over two o'clock, run out immediately.

  A small hotel where Fang Xin had stayed before was nearby.

  As I went in, I saw a young woman who was already married. She was a second-class chef and her dishes were very good, with sufficient portions, so she was extremely popular recently.

  She was very familiar with Fang Xin, and when she saw him coming in, she smiled: "Fang Xin, how come you haven't been here for a long time?"

  "Yes, yes, I've been busy lately, Aunt Lan. Hurry up and serve the dishes! I'll have a meat floss eggplant, sugar vinegar pork ribs, and a tomato and egg soup, make them large portions!"

  Aunt Lan widened her eyes: "Large portion, can you finish it?"

  Generally speaking, Fang Xin eats a small portion and that's about it. Now he eats large portions, the amount has increased by nearly double.

  Fang Xin said: "Of course I'll finish eating, I'm starving!"

  After the last washing of marrow, the human body's digestive power is particularly strong, and everything eaten is fragrant. Adding to that, I started practicing martial arts in real life again, so having a big appetite is also a very normal thing.

  On earth, athletes can eat three times as much food as ordinary people and still not be full!

  "Okay, wait a moment, it's ready now!" The ingredients for these home-cooked dishes were all prepared, she went into the kitchen, and the speed was really fast. In less than ten minutes, she had already brought out minced meat with eggplant, sweet and sour pork ribs, tomato and egg soup, and even a bowl of fragrant rice.

  "How's the taste?" It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and naturally there were no customers. Lan Ayi watched Fang Xin eating and asked.

  "It's really not bad, I think Lan Yi can try harder and pass the third-level cooking exam."

  "Hmph, how could it be that easy?" Lan's aunt smiled: "Besides, I don't want to go to a star-rated hotel, there are too many rules, I'd rather stick with my own shop."

  First-class is a small restaurant, second-class can be a chef in a one-star restaurant, third-class can be a chef in a two-star restaurant, and so on. The star rating system in this world is not easy to come by, all aspects must be in place, reputation and evaluation are registered and increased or decreased on the public network.

  If Lan Yi puts her heart into it and prepares the storefront and other aspects, her culinary skills and reputation can already make her hotel participate in the star rating, even if it's just the lowest level.

  However, as she said, although being promoted to a one-star can earn more money, there are indeed many rules and requirements, which makes it hard to save up.

  "Hey, eat slower, what have you been up to lately? How come your appetite has suddenly increased?"

  Fang Xintou didn't respond, saying: "Recently I've been practicing martial arts, no way around it, physical strength has been consumed greatly."

  "Ah, practicing martial arts is very hard work. Auntie learned a bit when she was young too, but gave up in the end. However, boys who practice this do have a certain heroic air about them, and later on many girls will like you."

  Sweat, Fang Xin still hadn't thought of this, he was eating big mouthfuls, and didn't take much time to finish. He looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock, and at four o'clock in the afternoon someone would deliver the sword he had ordered.

  "Aunt Lan, I've finished eating, let's pay by card!" Fang Xin said with a very satisfied tone.

  "Beep, fifty-four yuan exactly!" The card was swiped and an electronic voice sounded.

  "Let's go!" Fang Xin stood up, bowed to Lan Aunt and then stepped out of the door. It was not yet time, so he strolled along the road.

  The residential area used to be a reserve area, where the old house garden is located, with an ancient style, surrounded by stone walls. Although it has a history of only over 300 years, it is also a protected object.

  Three hundred years ago, there was also a war here, and the preserved stone wall still has traces of it!

  But now all these have gone, turned into historical traces, not only without bloodiness, but also filled with a sense of quiet and peace.

  There is a well near the old house, drawing water to boil tea, the water quality is clear and sweet, fragrant and mellow - Ah, the plum blossoms have bloomed.

  Along the road, a sheet of plum blossoms, early spring leaves and flowers, I don't know what variety they are, fiery red petals, light yellow stamens, a refreshing fragrance wafts over, pedestrians nearby slow down their pace.

  Secondary history, there were poets singing this scene, and the place was full of talents. Many excellent people throughout the ages are indeed not few, all recorded in the county annals and modern celebrity records.

  It is said that Liu Xindao, a famous tea ceremony expert in the nearby area, is now living in seclusion in the old garden. Although he cannot be called an outstanding tea person of the empire, he also has a great reputation.

  "It's truly unbelievable, suddenly making me feel this rare atmosphere, just like everyone has become refreshed." Fang Xin thought to himself as he walked along, watching the garden design in the old mansion, involuntarily muttering: "It seems that to enjoy this prosperous era, I still need to learn more things."

  Prosperous times are flourishing, and enjoyment also requires learning. Just like the more profound an artist is, the more they can thoroughly express their enjoyment. Fang Xin still understands this point.

  Back in the neighborhood, at 3:50, he saw the person delivering the sword, and Fang Xin suddenly smiled.