Virtual World

Fang Xin likes to come early during the competition. This scene is on the bridge. Not far away, there are several big willows, and ducks living here are swimming in the river.

My face itched, and I looked up and watched, and a few leaves were falling from the treetops.

"Ah, the food has increased by ten cents this year, which is really hateful." Someone said this from somewhere, and then he saw two men turning out from the street opposite.

One was holding a small rice bag, the other was carrying a fish, and a dog followed behind.

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

The raindrops fell and the wind passed by, separated Fang Xin's swordsman's robe and blew straight to him. Fang Xin let out a breath, and not far away, the bells came from the temple that believed in Buddhism, intending to arouse people to reflect on their lives. These are scenes and will not interfere with duels, and few people will look at these backgrounds.

But Fang Xin looked at it carefully and realized something. Now he has developed the habit of using the duel to think about and reflect on himself carefully.

———Have I done something wrong all the time?

———What is right and what is wrong?

———How can I truly understand that everything I do is what I want to do, so I have no regrets in this life?

Mortals are so confused. Yes, who doesn’t regret it?

Li Yu on the earth once sang: "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? The building was windy again last night, and my hometown was unbearable to look back at the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

This is the source of the past that cannot be looked back on, and it has been sung throughout the ages.

Mortals seem to regret it easily.

The most terrifying thing is that you often do things that you regret when you are excited.

This is like this for men, women, feelings are like this, career is like this, study is like this, and life choices are like this.

So I have to concentrate, I have to understand myself, and I don’t regret it.

Fang Xin thought something. After looking at the time of five minutes, he took out the pen from scratch, calmed down, and wrote: "Life is in no regrets."

This is not regret, but it is not giving up. If you give up everything and hone yourself like this cold sword, what is the meaning of it?

Fang Xin thought so, spending points to carve these nine words on the sword. After everything was done, he supported his hand in front of the bridge railing and stared at the life under the bridge.

Holding the hilt of the sword in hand, it is quiet, without joy or worry. This is not a state of mind, it is just an attitude.

When the time comes, the light on the side lights up and the opponent appears.

"You are the gourd that wins 305. I am the top swordsman 215. Let me meet you!" The other party drew out the sword and said, with a kind of ingenious aura.

Fang Xin drew his sword and walked forward, never answering any questions.

At this time, Wu Jian spoke.

After taking a few steps, suddenly, the two of them drew swords almost at the same time. With just one sword, the other man's wrist was stabbed with a sword, and blood suddenly splattered. The man whistled, and the sword fell to the ground.

"It's really good, you do have...ah!"

Another sword stabbed his heart. From the front to the back, the man lowered his head strangely. He had already won the game, so why bother to kill him?

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

In the white light, the man's expression suddenly became dull. Fang Xin drew out the sword and blood flowed along the sword. He was already very experienced. He took a little step back and avoided the blood.

The body fell down and fell into the water from the bridge. At this time, the people in the scene below were frightened and shouted "Killed" and then rushed away one after another.

There was a quiet surroundings. Fang Xin took the sword, rubbed it, meticulously, and then a smile appeared: "This virtual game is really like it, and the Empire has really put a lot of effort into it."

"Dingdang, you have won 388 times, have you continued?"

"no!"

Suddenly the scene disappeared, Fang Xin woke up from the nutrition warehouse, and the sun was shining outside. This place was already the dormitory of the town technical school, and now the school started.

In the afternoon, he was the only one who stayed in the dormitory, and the other two had already gone to class.

After I came out to wash and put on my clothes, I didn’t have much time, and someone sent me a message saying that the name was a student union member and I was going to visit. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, and there was still fifteen minutes left.

"Welcome!" Fang Xin sent out a confirmation letter, then opened the door, covered it up, and inserted it into the stove to boil water. This was not to treat the other party specifically, but to drink some himself.

The dormitory is quiet and has the famous Anye Tea. This tea is slightly bitter in the mouth and gradually becomes sweet after entering the throat. It can be said to be endless in charm.

After five minutes, the water in the kettle boils, take out the bowl-shaped tea to wash, which is what is placed in the teapot, pour boiling water into the tea, wash the red teapot carefully, then pour out the water from the tea wash, place the teapot in the tea. Put the tea leaves, then rinse the boiling water into the teapot, and remove the foam.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Fang Xin said, "Please come in!"

At this time, a young man came in with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and had a sincere expression. When he saw the scene, he couldn't help but be stunned, swallowed up what he wanted to say, and sat opposite him on his own.

Fang Xin lifted the teapot and poured all the tea into the tea wash. The second ripple of water immediately rushed in. After rinsing it with the lid of the pot, the water overflowed a little. Cover the lid and pour some water. Then press the lid with one finger, turn the pot ninety degrees, rush the spout straight down, and pour it down towards the tea cup lined up.

First pour 70% full, then the last few drops left are the most sweet, dots of each cup. In this way, the color and thickness of each cup will be even.

Each person has four cups in front of him. The other party doesn’t say anything, so he tastes the tea by himself. It’s very hot when drinking first, the second cup is slightly hot when hot, the third cup is gentle when it’s the third cup, and the fourth cup turns cool when it’s the same pot. It’s really different from each cup.

After drinking, the young man smiled: "Student Fang, your tea is really good, so you are so polite."

Fang Xin replied softly: "It just happened that I didn't take this tea to pick it up every time. Well, this classmate, do you have anything to tell me?"

The young man looked at him: "First of all, I am Zhou Kun of the Student Union. I want to ask Student Fang. We saw the compulsory teaching reported last time and wanted to know the specific situation."

Fang Xin smiled: "It's clear that the report has been said very well. I want to be more careful than I said it myself."

Zhou Kun couldn't help but be stunned. He felt that Fang Xin was not a person who likes to talk more. He asked immediately: "We have also read the reports, and there are column reports in the news. Now many parents hope that you can expand the scope of teaching classes. Have you noticed this?"

"I noticed it, but first, I don't have a place, second, my energy is really limited and I can't afford many people. Third, I have other studies, so free teaching will not become a long-term project, I can only do it occasionally." Fang Xin said calmly.

Although this report was a positive impact, facing tens of millions of people in the entire region, the impact generally is even comparable to fifty merits of saving people. Looking back, this is the merit of education. But it is indeed impossible for him to professionalize this because he has his own things to do.
Chapter completed!