Fireworks, a substance similar to gunpowder, yet carrying a completely opposite and beautiful expectation.
With a startling sound, the point of light, carrying streaks of light, rose from below and exploded with a deafening roar as it reached its highest point.
Orange, blue-purple, bright red, and other colors streaked across the sky, outlining the colors that belonged to humankind against the backdrop of the pale moonlight and the pure black curtain.
The unreachable sky is filled with traces of humanity, carrying a sense of glory. Gazing upon that fleeting moment of beauty, even if it soon vanishes, all human worries dissipate with each resounding boom in the successive bursts of light shooting into the sky.
Qi Qingshu watched the fireworks rise from the martial arts school, while the students' children, holding red-hot fire tongs, gazed expectantly at the fireworks in the sky, just like him. Each child had a tube in front of them.
It's an expensive thing, something that burns out quickly, something that's useless after just one use, but it's enough to make people smile when they see it bloom, or to make children dance with joy.
The first time he set off fireworks at this martial arts school, Mu Dingshan was not yet the head of the school; the head was the Fifth Elder.
Just like fireworks, time flies by quickly. A person's life has transitioned from adolescence to youth, from a child in the martial arts school to a new senior disciple.
However, he still liked to set off fireworks at the martial arts school. He didn't go back to his clan's place with his master, nor did he go anywhere else. He just stayed at the martial arts school.
The martial arts school was just as lively as it had been in the past, because the students he had ordered to stay were enjoying the pleasures of eating meat and drinking wine in a warm place, roasting over a fire, and watching fireworks with their families.
The martial arts school in his memory was just as lively, or rather, it was filled with the warmth of home. The Fifth Elder had no children, and as a member of the third branch of the family, he had a deep affection for the Mu family.
Therefore, he ran the martial arts school as if it were his home, and together with his master's wife, he took care of a group of orphaned children and other fellow disciples.
The master's wife was skilled in needlework and would knit padded jackets for them every year, along with sachets for protection, to be given on New Year's Day to ensure their safety and well-being.
He was the youngest at the time, and besides the sachet and clothes, he received more New Year's money than others. He was happy but also worried. Later, when his fellow disciples told him that his master's wife said the same thing to everyone and did the same thing, he realized that he had been deceived.
Because the Sanweizhai crispy candy that they had worked so hard to buy had been completely eaten up by them, and the way they were joking around was really something.
"Senior brother, the food is ready. Everyone is waiting for you."
"You naughty kids, it's time to go home. Your parents are waiting for you."
Sixth junior sister Li Zilian and seventh junior brother Li Dizhu arrived together. The former was chasing after the happy children, while the latter smiled and informed them of the time.
"Time's up, yes, time's up."
"You guys go ahead, I have some things to take care of. Remember to keep an eye on the martial arts school."
Qi Qingshu nodded, seemingly giving instructions to his two junior brothers and sisters, before getting up and walking out of the martial arts hall.
Qi Qingshu walked slowly, gently touching the rough white wall, which was uneven due to rain and wind, as well as the unevenness of the original filling. At the same time, some naughty children were making new paintings on it with charcoal.
Qi Qingshu did not stop them; on the contrary, he welcomed them to do so, simply because he had done the same when he was a child. Over time, the layout and situation of the martial arts school had not changed much.
Martial arts schools... teach martial arts and impart moral principles, not only martial arts skills and ethics, but also literacy, arithmetic, and medicine, because martial arts is not just a physical activity, but also a way of broadening one's horizons and understanding.
Of course, that applies to direct disciples. For regular students, it's just a matter of paying money and receiving instruction, no different from a normal private school.
However, under the relationship of direct discipleship, the martial arts school master and disciple's movements are like those of father and son. They are family, master and disciple, and also a group of people with shared interests.
If the disciple is successful, the martial arts school will become famous and have connections, but if the master is in trouble or the martial arts school is in trouble, the disciple will also be implicated.
"Click~"
Qi Qingshu closed the door of the martial arts school. Behind him were faces illuminated by the light of exploding fireworks and the moonlight.
“Young friend, since you care so much about the martial arts school, why don’t you join us? The Mu family is the Mu family, and the Fushan Martial Arts School is the Fushan Martial Arts School.”
The owner of the Red Thread Snake Martial Arts School leisurely walked to the front and invited Qi Qingshu, saying that the affairs of the martial arts school should be left to the other martial arts schools. Naturally, the affairs of the Fushan Martial Arts School were also handed over to the other martial arts schools.
Among them, the senior disciple of the Red Thread Snake Martial Arts School stood with his arms crossed in the crowd, waiting for Qi Qingshu to announce his decision. What choice would this senior disciple, who had been away from home for many years, make now?
“You know my story, so you can accurately pinpoint my weaknesses.”
“You know my character, so you can restrict my extra choices.”
"With your superior attitude and overwhelming strength, you have arranged my life for simple survival and cruel death."
"Ha, what difference do you think there is between you and the Mu family? Because of your words, what do I get in return: my martial arts school or yours?"
Qi Qingshu slowly opened his mouth and walked down from under the tall, wide signboard of the Fushan Martial Arts School, his martial arts uniform from the Fushan Martial Arts School constantly rippled with blue internal energy as he moved forward.
Qi Qingshu, the senior disciple of Fushan Martial Arts School, learned the Fushan Fist Technique, which is the most direct and legitimate lineage, but it is different from the earthy yellow internal energy that is usually cultivated.
What Qi Qingshu possessed was not the power of mountains and earth that could conquer mountains; on the contrary, in his understanding of life, he comprehended the true meaning of Subduing Mountains, which was different from that of any of the ancestors of the Mu family.
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