Virtual world

  Fang Xin likes to arrive early at the competition, this scene is on the bridge, not far away, there are a few large willows, and the ducks that gather in groups are swimming in the river.

  A slight itch on my face, I lift my head and look up, several leaves are drifting down from the treetops.

  "Ah, this year's grain prices have risen by another ten cents, it's really hateful." Someone said so from an unknown place, and then two men appeared on the opposite street.

  One holding a small bag of rice, one carrying a fish, and a dog following behind.

  "Oh, stop complaining, the rain is coming soon, hurry up."

  The rain fell, the wind blew, and Fang Xin's sword guest clothes were blown open, revealing his body. Fang Xin let out a breath as the nearby Buddhist temple's bell tolled, intending to awaken people to reflect on life. These scenes would not interfere with the duel, and few people noticed the background.

  Fang Xin, however, carefully observed and seemed to have gained some insight. He had already developed a habit of using the time during duels to reflect on himself.

  All along, I have done nothing wrong.

  What is right and what is wrong?

  How can I truly understand my heart and do everything I want to do, so that this life has no regrets?

  Ordinary people often get confused, yes, who doesn't have things they regret?

  On earth, Li Yu once sang: "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon be over? How much do you know about past events? The small building last night was again blown by the east wind, and the hometown is unbearable to look back at in the bright moonlight. The carved railing and jade steps should still be there, only the vermilion face has changed. I ask you, how many sorrows do you have? It's just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

  This is the origin of past events that are unbearable to recall, passed down through the ages in song.

  It seems that ordinary people will easily regret.

  The most frightening thing is that often in a moment of excitement, they will do something that they will regret for the rest of their lives.

  Men are like this, women are like this, emotions are like this, careers are like this, learning is like this, life choices are like this.

  So I will focus, I will understand myself, and I don't want to regret it.

  He seemed lost in thought, glanced at the time and saw there were still five minutes left, then out of nowhere pulled out a book and pen, composed himself, and wrote: "A life of no regrets is a life well-lived."

  This is not regret, but not giving up either. If one were to give up everything and hone oneself into a cold sword like this, what would be the point of existence?

  Fang Xin thought so, spending points to engrave these nine characters on the sword. After finishing everything, he leaned his hands on the bridge railing and gazed at the life below the bridge.

  With a sword in hand, a sense of calmness, no joy, no worries, this is not a state of mind, but just an attitude.

  Time's up, the side light shines brightly, and the opponent appears.

  "You're the gourd of 305 wins, I'm the top swordsman 215, let me meet you!" The opponent drew his sword and said, with a sharp and refined aura.

  Fang Xin drew his sword and strolled forward, refusing to answer any questions.

  At this time, only the sword spoke.

  After walking a few steps, suddenly, the two men almost simultaneously drew their swords. In just one move, the man's wrist was pierced by a sword, and blood splattered everywhere. The man let out a loud cry as his long sword fell to the ground.

  "Not bad, you really have... Ah!"

  Another sword pierced his heart from front to back, and the man lowered his head in a somewhat strange manner. Originally, winning by stabbing the wrist was already enough, why must he go all out for the kill?

  But Fang Xin disagreed, he learned swordsmanship, not performance.

  In a flash of white light, the man's expression suddenly froze. Fang Xin drew out his sword and fresh blood flowed along the blade. He was already very experienced and retreated half a step to avoid the blood.

  The body fell from the bridge and plunged into the water. At this time, people in the scene below shouted "murder" and rushed to escape in a panic.

  The surroundings were quiet, Fang Xin sheathed his sword, wiped it clean, and put it back in its scabbard. Only then did a hint of a smile appear on his face: "This virtual game is really well-made, the Empire has indeed put in a lot of thought."

  "Ding dong, you have won 388 times, will you continue?"

  "No!"

  The scene disappeared instantly, Fang Xin woke up from the nutrition warehouse. Outside was a sunny day, and here was already the dormitory of the Town Technical School, which had already started school.

  In the afternoon, he was the only one left in the dormitory, while the other two had already gone to class.

  After washing up and dressing, there wasn't much time before someone sent a message, claiming to be a member of the student union, asking me to come for a visit at 2:30 pm, which was just fifteen minutes away.

  "Welcome!" Fang Xin sent a confirmation message, then opened the door, slightly ajar, and himself plugged in the electric kettle to boil water, which wasn't specifically for entertaining his guest, but because he also wanted some.

  In the quiet dormitory, there is a famous An Ye tea. This tea has a slightly bitter taste when entering the mouth, but it gradually becomes sweet after swallowing, and its charm is endless.

  Five minutes later, the water in the kettle is boiling. Take out a bowl-shaped tea washer and place the kettle in it. Pour boiling water into the tea washer to scald the red teapot thoroughly, then pour away the water from the tea washer. Place the teapot back into the tea washer, add tea leaves, and pour boiling water into the teapot again, skimming off the foam.

  Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Fang Xin said, "Come in!"

  At this moment a young man came in, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, having an honest expression. Seeing the situation, he was stunned for a moment, swallowed what he wanted to say, and sat down opposite him.

  Fang Xin lifted the teapot and poured all of the first infusion into the tea washer. The second infusion immediately followed, flushing out until a small amount of water overflowed after the lid was covered. He then rinsed it with some more water before using one finger to hold down the teapot lid, flipping the pot 90 degrees so that the spout pointed downwards and pouring it into the row of tea cups.

  First fill seven parts full, then the remaining few drops are the most delicious. Each cup is dotted with a few drops, so that each cup has a uniform color and thickness.

  Each person gets four cups, placed in front of them, and the other party doesn't say a word, just savoring the tea. The first cup is very hot, the second cup is slightly hot, the third cup is warm, and the fourth cup turns cool, truly each cup from the same pot is different.

  "After finishing drinking, the young man smiled: "Fang classmate, your tea is really good, it's too polite."

  "Fang Xin replied lightly: 'It's just a coincidence, I don't always use this tea to receive guests. Ah, fellow student, is there something you want to say to me?'"

  The young man looked at him: "First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Zhou Kun from the Student Union. I want to ask Fang, we saw the report on voluntary teaching last time and would like to know more about it."

  Fang Xin smiled: "The report has already said it very clearly, I think more detailed than what I myself would say."

  Zhou Kun was taken aback, he had a feeling that Fang Xin was not someone who liked to talk much, and immediately asked: "We also saw the report, there are news reports and column reports, now many parents hope you can expand the scope of your teaching class, have you noticed this?"

  "I've noticed, but first, I don't have a venue, secondly, my energy is really limited and can't accommodate many people, thirdly, I also have other academic pursuits. Therefore, free teaching won't be a long-term project, only occasional." Fang Xin said calmly.

  Although this report is also a positive influence, it has an impact on tens of millions of people in the entire region, and the overall impact is even comparable to the merit of saving fifty lives. Looking back, this is indeed the merit of teaching. However, he cannot turn this into a career because he has his own things to do.

  Upon hearing this response, Zhou Kun was visibly disappointed. Actually, he had come this time because the student union wanted to collaborate with him on running a school and providing a venue. However, Fang Xin clearly stated that there would be no continuous teaching, so whether or not this plan should proceed needed further discussion and consideration.