"It's called actual combat training, but he just abused us. He didn't say a word after that, not even a suggestion..." Cao Yuan shook his head, "I don't quite understand."

Baili Pangpang nodded in agreement, "I also think that Senior Sword Saint's brain circuits seem to be different from those of normal people."

"What normal person would work as a waiter after becoming a sword master?"

"And I always feel that he doesn't seem to be very willing to communicate with us."

"I think so."

"Isn't he a social phobic?" Baili Pangpang said with a strange expression.

Cao Yuan glanced at him and said, "He is the ceiling of humanity, it is normal for him to be a little aloof. How could he be a social phobia?"

“…”

"Besides, who would like to be called a swordsman?" Cao Yuan added, "This kind of middle school-like title doesn't seem like something a socially anxious person would come up with."

"But he is really a sword saint." Baili Pangpang sighed, "Speaking of which, the existence of a sword saint in this era is beyond my expectation. Don't such people usually appear in ancient times or fantasy worlds?

It is hard to imagine that in a modern city full of high-rise buildings, a swordsman wearing a shirt and sneakers can walk out of a local restaurant, unsheathe his sword, and behead the gods...

Isn’t this style of painting very strange?

As for the Sword Immortal, I dare not even think about it."

"Key masters are everywhere, but where can we find sword immortals?" An Qingyu blurted out.

"No matter what, Senior Sword Saint is the true ceiling of humanity. Although his personality is a little unpredictable, his strength is real." Lin Qiye spoke slowly, "Since Commander Ye spent so much money to find him, he must think we can learn something from him."

The others nodded.

Lin Qiye glanced at the sky and said to everyone, "Let's leave it at that for today. Everyone go back and have a good rest. If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be very torturous..."

…

the next day.

Lin Qiye was awakened by the alarm clock. He quickly got up from the bed, washed up, and walked towards the open space in the center of the warehouse.

Having learned from yesterday's lesson, Lin Qiye and the others had a special discussion last night and decided to get up earlier. They couldn't have a human ceiling waiting to teach them every day.

But when Lin Qiye walked to the open space, he found that he was still naive.

Zhou Ping had already stood in the middle of the open space in the warehouse early in the morning, holding a feather duster that came from nowhere in his hand, and concentrating on cleaning the dust in the corner. He had dark circles under his eyes, but still looked very energetic.

“…Good morning, Senior Sword Saint.” Lin Qiye looked at the time and confirmed that it was still six in the morning. The sun outside had not yet fully risen, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhou Ping nodded and hummed.

Then continue to clean the dust in the corners.

"You can get up later, as morning classes start at eight o'clock." After cleaning one corner, Zhou Ping said to Lin Qiye as he walked to another corner.

"Since it doesn't start until eight o'clock, why do you get up so early, senior?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Ping said calmly, "When I was in the store, my third uncle would get up early every day to prepare the ingredients, and I would also get up early to clean up before opening the store. Over the years, I have gotten used to it."

"It's just a restaurant, do we need to get up so early?"

"My third uncle is a detail-oriented person. He often spends more time preparing ingredients than actually cooking. That's why he doesn't launch many dishes every day." Zhou Ping said calmly, "In his opinion, the quality of the dishes is more important than the quantity."

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

Soon, several other people also came to the open space, and when they saw Zhou Ping busy, they all had strange expressions on their faces.

"Qiye, shouldn't we go and help?" Cao Yuan asked doubtfully.

Lin Qiye shook his head. "I wanted to help a long time ago, but Senior Sword Saint wouldn't let me..."

"So we'll just watch from the sidelines?"

"It's the only way."

Lin Qiye and the other four each brought a small stool and sat in the middle of the open space, silently watching Zhou Ping's focused and busy figure.

He seemed to be very busy all the time, and no matter what he was doing, he would put all his energy into this one thing. He would clean every gap between the floor tiles until it was spotless, and he would wipe every stain on the wall until it disappeared completely, even if he had to wipe it ten, twenty, or thirty times in a row...

No matter how simple the action was, or how boring the repetition was, he never seemed to find it boring, but instead devoted himself to it wholeheartedly.

It seemed as if he was not cleaning but carving a work of art.

Lin Qiye and the others stared at his figure in a daze. The light in the sky became brighter and brighter. The sunlight shone through the windows at the top and fell on the center of the open space, coating the ground with a layer of light golden film.

The detergent and water vapor in the air, under the sunlight, emit a faint colorful glow.

Before I knew it, it was already eight o'clock.

Zhou Ping put down his sleeves, put the cleaning supplies back in place, and walked in front of Lin Qiye and others.

"This morning, your training content is still reading books." Zhou Ping said slowly, "But you must concentrate on reading, put yourself into the book, carefully experience the emotions of the characters in the book, and make yourself become him.

Do you understand? "

Lin Qiye and others nodded.

They each took out a book from the carton and went back to their small stools to read. Today, Lin Qiye picked up "Swordsman". Although he had read most of the book before, it did not stop him from reading it again.

As Zhou Ping said, what he has to do is not only to read the book, but also to put himself into the characters in the book.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, opened the title page of the book, and read it carefully.

Zhou Ping also took a copy of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, sat at the door of the warehouse, and began to read it carefully.

The entire warehouse was extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of flipping books echoing in the air.

A few hours later.

Lin Qiye slowly closed the book.

He looked at the cover with the publisher and price written on it, and stood there in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses.

He felt mixed emotions.

He followed Zhou Ping's advice and completely immersed himself in the role of Linghu Chong, experiencing the ups and downs of the story with him and feeling his emotions... He had never read a novel like this before.

But he still didn't feel even a little bit of the power that Zhou Ping had talked about gaining from the story.

Lin Qiye turned to look at the others and found that their expressions were similar, with helplessness in their eyes.

They were about to say something, but suddenly stopped where they were.

I saw a figure sitting alone in the sun at the door of the warehouse, holding a book in his hands...

Tears streaming down my face.