“Sword, sword, sword, sword… Sword Saint?!” Baili Pangpang opened his mouth in shock, “You are the one ranked first among the human ceiling… ‘Sword’?”

Everyone present, except Galan who had a bewildered look on his face, was shocked beyond words.

The teacher that Ye Fan had spent a lot of money to invite, as Zuo Qing mentioned, was actually a human ceiling, and the number one swordsman? !

Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how much Ye Fan had paid to invite him...

"The human ceiling and the like are just names given by others. I don't really like this name." Zhou Ping said seriously, "I prefer others to call me Sword Saint."

Lin Qiye glanced at the mop in his hand and the clean warehouse around him, and couldn't help asking: "Senior Sword Saint, what about these hygiene..."

"I saw that your place was quite dirty, so I cleaned it last night." Zhou Ping seemed to have thought of something, picked up the mop in his hand, and carefully mopped the last floor tile. "Wait a moment, I'll finish this last bit of work, and then start the class."

Lin Qiye: ...

“Senior Sword Saint, please let us do the chores!” Lin Qiye walked forward and wanted to take the mop from Zhou Ping’s hand.

Let a sword master clean up for them?

Are you kidding me?!

If Ye Fan knew about this, wouldn’t he tear them apart?

"No, you can't clean it up." Zhou Ping shook his head. "I can't do anything well. Sword and cleaning are my strengths. Wait aside, it will be done soon..."

Seeing Zhou Ping's decisive refusal, Lin Qiye, who had extended his hand halfway, could only retract it silently, walked to the side of the crowd, and stared at the figure who was mopping the floor meticulously.

"Qi Ye...what's going on?" Fatty Baili couldn't help but ask, "Will it shorten our lifespans if we let the Sword Master mop the floor for us?"

"…Don't be so superstitious."

Cao Yuan stared at his palms and nodded thoughtfully, "If you look closely, Senior Sword Saint's palms are very rough. This must be because he practices swordsmanship frequently."

At the side, An Qingyu pushed his glasses with a strange expression, "The palm is indeed rough, but the problem is that both of his hands are like this, and judging from the details, it should not be caused by holding a sword, but rather, it looks like..."

At this moment, Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask:

"Senior Sword Saint, do you usually work?"

Zhou Ping, who was mopping the floor, didn't even raise his head. He concentrated on mopping the last stain and hummed.

“That’s my job.”

Is this what work is?

Lin Qiye was stunned.

"Your job is to..."

"Waiter." Zhou Ping said calmly, "I work as a waiter in the restaurant opened by my third uncle. My daily job is to clean and wash dishes."

Lin Qiye: ???

"The restaurant opened by your third uncle? Waiters?" Baili Pangpang repeated in disbelief.

"The Third Uncle's Local Cuisine Restaurant is on Changxiang Road in Xijin. If you guys go there to eat, tell me your name... and you can get a 95% discount."

“…”

Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other, with a look of absurdity on their faces.

The Juggernaut's job is a waiter? Is the world crazy or are they crazy?

Are the dishes in that Sanjiu-style local restaurant made with the mysterious meat from the "Klein" realm?

"Then, can I ask...what price did Commander Ye pay to invite you here?" Lin Qiye asked.

"Oh, because if I want to come and teach you, I have to ask for leave, but if I leave, there will be no waiter in the store, so..." Zhou Ping paused, "He should be doing my work for me now."

Lin Qiye and others were stunned.

…

Xijin City.

Sanjiu-style local cuisine restaurant.

Ye Fan was wearing an apron and standing in the cramped kitchen. He had his sleeves rolled up and was rubbing the plate in his hands desperately, his face ashen.

"Uncle San, give us a plate of fried tomatoes!"

"Uncle, I heard that our restaurant is ranked first in the Xijin Food Rankings? Shouldn't you give us an extra dish today?"

"Hey, Third Uncle, you cut the shredded pork really finely. Have your knife skills improved recently?"

“…”

In the small shop, a few scattered customers were eating and joking with the shop owner.

My third uncle greeted the diners with a smile, and walked into the kitchen staggeringly, holding a steaming cup of old cadre tea.

He saw Ye Fan who was scrubbing the plates vigorously, smacked his lips, and said slowly: "Um, the new Xiao Fan, right? Your speed of scrubbing the plates is far behind our Xiao Ping. If you continue like this, I will deduct your salary."

Ye Fan's expression froze, and he rubbed the dishes a little harder, muttering to himself with gritted teeth.

"Those bastards, if they don't learn anything this time, I'll break their legs when I get back..."

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storehouse.

Zhou Ping, who had finally finished mopping the last floor tile, put away all the cleaning tools, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the center of the open space.

In front of him, Lin Qiye and four other people were sitting neatly on small stools, with their backs straight, ready for class.

"If you are ready, today's class will begin." Zhou Ping spoke slowly.

"We are ready, Senior Sword Saint!" Baili Pangpang said excitedly.

This person is the ceiling among the human ceilings. Not many people in the whole Daxia can enjoy the treatment of being taught by the Sword Saint himself. Now they have the opportunity to sit here and listen to the lectures. This is what Commander Ye earned for them with his body!

If they don't study hard, how can they have the face to go back and face Commander Ye?

Zhou Ping nodded, pointed to a cardboard box in the corner, and said to everyone, "All your textbooks are in there. Take them all out."

Lin Qiye and others' eyes lit up.

As expected of a Sword Master, he has even prepared the teaching materials for the class.

They quickly ran to the carton and moved it over. The carton was very heavy and contained at least forty or fifty books. Lin Qiye opened the carton and saw the book on the top. He suddenly froze in place.

"The Third Young Master's Sword?" When Fatty Baili saw the title, a puzzled look appeared in his eyes. "Is this a sword manual?"

He picked up the book and looked at the next one.

"'Tian Ya Ming Yue Dao'? Hmm, it should be the sword manual."

"The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?"

"The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?"

"Swordsman?"

"The Legend of Zhen Huan?!!!" Baili Pangpang looked at the book in his hand with a confused look in his eyes.

Zhou Ping quickly snatched "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and silently put it behind his back, "I put it in the wrong place, this is not..."

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