"Aren't these... all novels?" Cao Yuan frowned, "How can they be textbooks?"

"These are the teaching materials." Zhou Ping said calmly, "Your training this morning is just reading books."

Lin Qiye and others looked at each other.

"But how can reading novels improve our strength?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask.

"Why not?" Zhou Ping asked doubtfully, "I learned all my sword skills from novels."

"..." Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "Are you kidding?"

"I never joke." Zhou Ping said seriously, "I really learned my swordsmanship from novels... Isn't yours the same?"

Zhou Ping's eyes were full of doubts.

Looking into his eyes, Lin Qiye even began to feel that gaining strength from novels was a matter of course...

Lin Qiye held it in for a long time, and finally uttered two words: "No."

Zhou Ping pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe you should give it a try."

Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other, and one of them helplessly picked up a novel, sat on a small stool, and began to read it carefully.

Since this is the training content arranged for them by the Sword Master, they just have to do it. Not to mention whether the training itself is effective. If they refuse to accept the training, the Night's Watch will never let them leave.

Resist? There's no point. The five of them combined are not strong enough for Zhou Ping to cut with one sword...

Except Galan.

Lin Qiye chose "Tian Ya Ming Yue Dao", not only because he had read several other books before, but also because this book involved swordsmanship... If what Zhou Ping said was true, then the content of this book might really help him improve his strength.

When this thought appeared in Lin Qiye's mind, he even began to wonder if he was crazy.

The morning passed slowly amid the quiet sound of flipping pages.

When Lin Qiye finally closed the book and pulled his thoughts back to reality from Fu Hongxue's revenge story, the air was already filled with the aroma of food...

Um……

Burnt taste.

Lin Qiye walked quickly to the kitchen and saw Zhou Ping standing there, looking at the burning pot and the unknown object in the middle of the pot that had been burnt into carbon, as if he was thinking about something seriously.

“Senior Sword Saint…what are you doing here?” Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly.

If he didn't know who Zhou Ping was, he would probably think that this was some enemy who came here to burn down the kitchen.

"I'm trying to cook, but it seems I failed." Zhou Ping sighed sadly, "Sure enough, apart from swords and cleaning, I can't do anything well..."

Lin Qiye quickly stepped forward, put out the flames, and said with a smile: "Senior Sword Saint, leave this matter to us, you can go and rest first."

Zhou Ping nodded.

“Oh right…” Lin Qiye seemed to have remembered something, and pointed at the white plate next to him and said, “Senior Sword Saint, do you know where those plates with carvings went? These don’t seem to be our plates.”

Zhou Ping tilted his head in confusion, "What carved plates? Aren't those dirty plates?"

"..." Lin Qiye thought of a possibility and spoke tentatively, "Well... Senior Sword Saint, did you wash the carved... oh no, the dirty dishes, into white ones last night?"

"Yes." Zhou Ping nodded, "Those dirty things are hard to wash. If I hadn't used my sword energy to scrape them off bit by bit, they wouldn't be clean at all."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Any questions?"

“No, it’s okay… Senior Sword Saint, please go out and have a rest. Leave this to me.” The corners of Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly.

Zhou Ping hummed, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, closing the door behind him as he went out.

He stood outside the door, looking down at his toes.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds.

He squatted down silently, hugged his knees, and curled up into a ball.

"It's so embarrassing... I really want to go home..."

…

Half an hour later.

Six people gathered around a small low table, eating their meal.

Lin Qiye’s cooking skills are pretty good. After all, he grew up in poverty and had to cook for himself when his aunt was not at home. He made seven dishes and one soup for six people, which looked quite rich.

Zhou Ping took a bite of the tomato and egg dish and tasted it. "It's not as good as the fried tomatoes made by my third uncle."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Did you gain anything from reading today?" Zhou Ping asked.

Lin Qiye and others shook their heads.

"You are watching "Tian Ya Ming Yue Dao", right?" Zhou Ping looked at Lin Qiye, "Didn't you learn Fu Hongxue's swordsmanship?"

“…No.” Lin Qiye finally asked the question that had been on his mind, “These are just stories described in words. How can you learn swordsmanship?”

"When you were reading the book, didn't you make yourself become Fu Hongxue?"

"Become Fu Hongxue?"

Lin Qiye looked at Zhou Ping blankly, "Are you saying, put yourself in the role?"

"Um."

"I have substituted it, but it doesn't seem to have much effect..."

"Maybe you haven't put yourself into the story deeply enough." Zhou Ping said slowly, "Try to feel the emotions of the characters in the book, and feel their anger, sadness, sorrow, and joy...

Dugu Qiubai's "Nine Swords of Dugu", Yan Shisan's "Thirteen Deadly Swords", Xie Xiaofeng's Xie Family Divine Sword... I learned all my swordsmanship this way."

Cao Yuan was silent for a moment, then he asked, "Senior Sword Saint, you can do all this because of your Forbidden Ruins, right? We don't have this Forbidden Ruins, so of course we can't gain power from the book."

Not only Cao Yuan, but others also thought so.

Zhou Ping’s ability to gain power from books should be due to his ability in the Forbidden Ruins. If other people can also gain power by reading books like this, then wouldn’t there be sword masters of Great Xia everywhere?

"Forbidden Ruins..." Zhou Ping muttered to himself.

"Senior Sword Saint, what is your forbidden ruins?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Zhou Ping stretched out his hand, placed it on his heart, and lowered his head to mutter to himself, "Not only me, Ye Fan doesn't know either. He said it might be a forbidden place that has never appeared before, and then they seemed to have discussed it for a long time and gave it a name, but I don't know what it is called, and I don't want to know.

Forbidden ruins and the like should not be the standard for measuring a person. The heroes in the books also do not have forbidden ruins, but they can rely on the chivalrous spirit in their hearts to become powerful people and become heroes recognized by the world...

I just want to be a hero like them."

"Hero..." Fatty Baili kept repeating these two words, "But, Senior Sword Saint, you have already become a Sword Saint."

Zhou Ping shook his head. "But I always feel that something is missing. I am not a Sword Saint enough..."

"Sword Saint isn't enough?" Baili Pangpang grinned, "Then what is enough? Sword Immortal?"

"Sword Immortal?"

When Zhou Ping heard these two words, his eyes gradually lit up, "Sword Immortal... this title seems to be quite good."

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