I have ten trillion licking dog gold

—I think we feel the same way.

—I will respect your decision unconditionally.

Deeply moving.

He is simply the most affectionate person in Shacheng.

After putting down his phone, Mr. Jiang looked pale and was still in a state of emo, but it didn't last long, or even very short.

How does that song go?

There is a kind of love called letting go.

The song title alone evokes deep sorrow and heartbreak, yet his lowest point in life is clearly over.

leftover.

They should all be climaxes.

Letting go can indeed be considered a form of love, but it depends on the circumstances.

If he and Qinggege remain just childhood sweethearts, their friendship can last forever.

But what does it mean to let go now?

Given Mr. Jiang's current status and position, even if he were Qin Shi Huang, he would still need to find the Imperial Seal of the State, but achieving a harem of three thousand women would be absolutely not difficult.

But he remained chaste.

why?
Because he has an almost harsh moral code.

If he hadn't rewatched "The Haunted Village," he could have respected Fang Qing's "choice." But since he had already seen the film, adults must take responsibility for their actions.

Since it was a consensual relationship on that rainy night, any attempt to "cancel" it should require the mutual consent of both parties.

Moreover.

Shurui was so angry, who knows if what Qinggege said was also just said in anger?
Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Shameless is fine too.

Scumbag or whatever.

He was willing to bear the infamy.

What Qinggege thought after hanging up the phone is unknown to us, but someone adjusted quickly, walked into the bathroom with light steps, and came out feeling refreshed after taking a shower.

Comrade Jiang Chen has truly transformed, no longer rigidly adhering to the dogma of "keeping one's word".

Of course, he couldn't possibly be unaware that Qingmei must be feeling terrible, and might be tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep.

But to say such things, to treat their rich and long story as a joke, even if it was said in anger, must be punished.

Ideally, you'd wake up in the middle of the night, your pillow soaked with tears.
Ok.

Boss Jiang is such a manly and domineering man now!
Nothing happened. After taking a shower, the man put on the silk pajamas his girlfriend had bought for him, picked up an unidentified object that looked like an envelope, and immediately left the bedroom.

He wasn't just saying that he wanted the Taoist nun to wait for him.

"Click."

The lobby downstairs.

The sound of the walnuts cracking was still crisp.

The exchange a few days ago had already fully revealed the difference in strength between the two sides; he had been completely exonerated, while the stunningly beautiful Daoist nun was fearless.

"Would you like some walnuts?"

Even after he sat down, she reached out her hand to share the nuts she had crushed with him.

Not the person but the matter.

The beautiful Taoist nun sprayed perfume on him earlier, not out of malice, but simply because she disliked his "manly smell" after exercising.

"I just rinsed my mouth, you eat, eat more."

Jiang Chen shook his head, refusing the other party's offer.

Duanmu Liuli did not force the issue and withdrew her hand.

We tried to give him some brain-boosting treatments, but he didn't appreciate it.

I'd rather not eat it.

The person, who had been spouting nonsense and ended up getting a good beating, turned his gaze to the television.

Disaster movie.

A zombie outbreak has occurred.

The zombies, like mad dogs, chased after them, making them scream in terror.

This kind of film has a wide audience. Anyway, he liked it. During his spare time in college, he watched almost all the movies of the same type and eventually formed a certain understanding of it.

If a biohazard crisis were to break out one day, instead of struggling desperately to survive, it would be better to surrender decisively, let a zombie bite you as soon as possible, transform into a human, and then enjoy the cat-and-mouse game.

Of course.

If you encounter a human like a stunningly beautiful Taoist nun, you'd definitely have to steer clear. Zombies aren't very mechanic-wise; aside from being immune to pain, they're not enhanced compared to humans. And this Taoist nun is a formidable fighter who can deal 999 damage with a single strike...

Does she feel a sense of identification when watching this kind of film?

After watching the menacing zombies for a while, and feeling that the atmosphere had built up enough, Jiang Chen said, "Want to come out with me?"

"Don't go."

Without any hesitation.

It was so decisive it was heartbreaking.

"not now."

Jiang Chen explained.

That's completely unnecessary.

They don't know, do they?

A Taoist nun isn't a three-year-old child; who goes out in their pajamas?

"Don't go."

The same reply came again, polite, but not much.

Although they haven't officially become parents, this person already has a bit of a fatherly feeling about them.

It's better for a child to grow up slowly.

Because once they grow up and develop self-awareness, they become unruly.

"Are you sure? You don't want to regret it later."

Watching the blood splattering on the screen, Boss Jiang, who had been thoroughly beaten, hadn't learned his lesson. He remained calm and continued to act arrogant.

Duanmu Liuli stopped answering questions, popped a walnut into her mouth, and completely ignored the person.

Disrespectful to those at a distance, disrespectful to those at close range.

When people spend a lot of time together, their mystique fades. Just like when Mr. Jiang first met the other person on a mountain, he was amazed and deeply impressed. But after living under the same roof for so long, he didn't install a camera in the other person's bedroom to spy on them.

"Pity."

Mr. Jiang was watching TV without looking at anything else. He raised his hand, took out the "envelope" he had just brought down from upstairs from the pocket of his silk pajamas, and placed it on the coffee table.

"What's this."

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun was indeed without any guile.

"The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament".

Comrade Jiang Chen's voice was ethereal, his hand resting on his thigh, his demeanor profound and imposing.

"Number one in the world?"

Duanmu Liuli's gaze fell on the envelope.

Jiang Chen nodded:

"Yes, the best in the world."

"You can open it and take a look."

With his permission, Duanmu Liuli, who was sitting cross-legged, leaned forward, reached out, and picked up the white envelope that seemed unremarkable on the surface. After opening it, she discovered that there was more to it than met the eye.

To Jiang Chen:
As the winds of change rise in the martial world, the flame of martial arts is passed on. In this depths of winter, guided by the principles of "making friends through martial arts and upholding chivalry," we are holding the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament atop Mount Fuji. We cordially invite you to take time out of your busy schedule to attend this grand martial arts event, to exchange skills, and to discuss the true essence of martial arts.

Martial arts are not a competition of strength alone, but a cultivation of character and a promotion of chivalry. This tournament emphasizes both the skill of fists and the high moral character. All participating heroes will receive the national treasure, "The Essentials of Ninjutsu," and the champion will be awarded the "Number One Under Heaven" golden seal, wielding the mandate of justice in the martial world and commanding heroes to protect all living beings.

During the grand event, masters from eighteen major martial arts schools, including Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, will be present to observe and offer guidance on martial arts. Martial arts legends will also showcase their skills, such as "hundreds of hidden weapons" and "hard-body stone-breaking techniques," providing a feast for the eyes and ears. We hope you will bring your exceptional skills, arrive with song and dance, witness the true prowess amidst the clash of swords, and forge lasting friendships through unwavering loyalty.

Know that the path of martial arts is not a solitary journey. We hope that you will live up to the high expectations of the martial world and reply within seven days of receiving this letter so that we can make proper arrangements for your food, lodging, and travel. At that time, the ancient cherry blossom path will be illuminated by lanterns, and the sea of ​​clouds over Mount Fuji will be laid out for you, awaiting your display of prowess and the creation of a new chapter in martial arts.

May your martial arts prosper and your chivalrous name spread far and wide!
The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament Organizing Committee cordially invites you.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That's right.

This is an invitation.

It is made of fine materials, with a gold foil stamping process, and is of a very high grade.

She comes from a neighboring country separated only by a narrow strip of water, a small country with cherry blossoms that she once visited.

The invitation was very formal and sincere, but it was for the grandmasters of eighteen sects, including Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, to attend the ceremony in person.
what is that?
Wasn't the head of Shaolin arrested?

Ok.

These are all minor details and don't need to be taken seriously.

But what qualifications does Japan have to host the "World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament" and even dare to award the "World's Number One" gold seal?
And most importantly...

Duanmu Liuli looked up. "Why did I invite you?"

Boss Jiang, who had been putting on airs, twitched slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. He realized that the Taoist nun's words could be understood more clearly if interpreted in a different way: "You're such a weakling."

Did you read what's written here carefully?

Duanmu Liuli nodded.

"This conference emphasizes both physical prowess and moral virtue."

Mr. Jiang took things out of context, yet remained righteous and awe-inspiring, saying, "Moreover, to outsiders, I am a master."

The Taoist nun didn't laugh.

Ok.

The Taoist nun's threshold for laughter is unusually high.

She didn't try to retaliate; given her personality, she would never bully the weak.

She simply asked one question very seriously:
Are you going to participate?

She asked the question seriously, and Mr. Jiang answered seriously as well, raising his hand to indicate that he should return the invitation.

"Of course. Since the Japanese have extended an invitation, how could I possibly refuse? If I didn't go, wouldn't the Japanese think that all the heroes of China are just seeking fame and fortune? It is our duty to bring glory to China."

Extremely valuable.

Little friend, do you have many questions?

Mr. Jiang's speaking skills are quite good; his tone is melodious and highly engaging. However, he only has one audience member.

He was facing a competitor who could kick him away with a single kick.

To bring glory to China.

The vision is good.

But shouldn't we sometimes have a little bit of self-awareness?

Is this to bring glory to China?
Are you sure you're not going to embarrass yourself?
"Don't go."

Boss Jiang is truly formidable; even the ethereal and otherworldly Taoist nun couldn't help but speak up.

"I absolutely have to go."

He was unquestionable and appeared resolute.

Victory or defeat is standard issue.

It doesn't matter if you're not good enough.

You can practice cooking more.

However, it is very wrong to be ignorant of one's own limitations.

It's not that I look down on anyone. Leaving aside others, just take the female ninja who sneaked in that day. Duanmu Liuli had fought with both of them, so she had the right to speak. If this man, who was so eager to win glory for his country, had run into that ninja at the martial arts tournament, his lofty ambitions would have shattered into pieces like the walnut shells on the coffee table.

In martial arts, there's no way to be stubborn.

If it works, it works.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

If it doesn't work, pretend it does.

Once you step onto the training ground, there's only one outcome.

I'll knock your mouth out of shape.

If it were a domestic martial arts competition, it would be fine; if you lose, you lose and it doesn't matter. But if the opponent is a Japanese person, according to the rules of the martial arts world, you don't even need to come back; you should commit suicide to atone for your sins.

She grew up in the mountains and never attended school, but some memories are etched into her genes.

"If you insist on going, I'll hit you."

"..."

Jiang Chen's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

grass.

For a grown man to be threatened like this by a woman is utterly humiliating!

But would he dare to refute it?

He dare not.

He witnessed the killings the other side committed in Tokyo; it was nothing short of art.

Therefore, he was well aware of the other party's "contrast".

Everyone has a sore spot.

This seemingly unassuming Taoist nun was actually a complete "angry young man."

Never make jokes about Japanese people in front of her, or she might mistake you for one.

Jiang Chen had no doubt that if he continued to be stubborn at this moment, the other party would not hesitate to beat him up, break his legs, and prevent him from... competing for the title of the world's number one.

It turns out.

The fist is always the strongest weapon.

Faced with overwhelming force, what could the arrogant Boss Jiang do? He could only swallow his anger and keep quiet.

He put the invitation away, put it in an envelope, and stuffed it back into his pocket. Like a wronged wife, he silently made a move to get up, seemingly intending to go upstairs to rest.

Why didn't I receive it?

"Duanmu Liuli asked."

She is not stupid.

Although the other party did not persist, it did not mean they had truly given up. They would go secretly, and she could not stop them.

Even the best wine needs advertising; no matter how talented you are, you can't succeed without a reputation.

A cicada's wing is heavy, while a thousand pounds is light.

The great bell is destroyed, while the earthenware pot resounds.

Slanderers are rampant, while virtuous men remain unknown!
Why is the martial arts world so appalling now?
Because all those jumping around are just a bunch of worthless scoundrels.

"Where's senior sister?"

Oops.

That is indeed a loophole.

Jiang Chen remained calm in the face of danger, foregoing his rest and plopping back down on the sofa. "You know the true nature of these scoundrels—cunning, treacherous, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. What is their purpose in holding this World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament? Is it really to promote martial arts? NO. It's definitely to bolster their own reputation. They're absolutely determined to win this championship. So, will they invite truly strong fighters?"

No.

They only invite players like me—somewhat talented, but not many of them.”

Is he really just bragging?

I'm a little confused.

But it's not important.

The fact that Mr. Jiang could say such a thing at least proves that he is still clear-headed.

"This is a top-notch open scheme. If I go, I'll fall into their trap; if I don't go, I'll be a coward and lose face. Tell me, what can I do?"

Duanmu Liuli stared at him.

Jiang Chen did not dodge, but looked directly into those eyes that could cleanse the filth of the world, "Why don't you see if you have any divine skills and give me a copy?"

They're still up to no good.

Can I participate?

Duanmu Liuli Dao.

Boss Jiang remained unfazed. "How can that be? Without an invitation, you are not qualified to participate. The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament does not accept unknown individuals."

Nobody?

Wasn't she beheaded enough people in Tokyo last time?

Do you have a solution?

Duanmu Liuli looked at him. Although it was a question, her tone was declarative. This man wasn't very skilled in martial arts, but he had other abilities, and quite a lot of them.

Being asked by a woman as beautiful as an angel was an indescribable feeling. Boss Jiang took a deep breath of her intoxicating fragrance, frowned in thought, and then his eyes lit up.

"There is."

He reached into his pocket again, and this time he pulled out not only the invitation, but also a bottle of correction fluid and a pen.

I don't know if I took it from the Martial Saint's room.

Duanmu Liuli watched as he spread the invitation on the coffee table, then bent down, took correction fluid and a pen, and began to scribble and draw.

"Give."

Duanmu Liuli took it and looked down at it.

It was the same invitation.

But the content has changed.

To Duanmu Liuli.

His name was changed to her name on the spot.

And the traces of alteration are clearly visible.

Her full lips parted slightly.

"It's done."

Boss Jiang capped his pen, looking incredibly dashing, like a swordsman sheathing his blade. (End of Chapter)