Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other blankly. They did not disturb Zhou Ping, but began to prepare lunch silently.

After all the food was served on the table, Zhou Ping finally put down the book in his hand, sat alone at the door, and stared at the sky in a daze.

"Um...Senior Sword Saint, it's time to eat." Lin Qiye walked to his side and said in a low voice.

Zhou Ping came back to his senses and saw that everyone at the table was looking at him. He reached out and wiped his face, which still had some traces of tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly...

He... cried while reading in front of so many people?

Zhou Ping stood still, as if he had stopped thinking.

“Um…Senior Sword Saint?” Lin Qiye saw Zhou Ping in a daze and spoke cautiously.

"You, you guys eat first." Zhou Ping stood up from the stool abruptly, "I have something to do!"

He disappeared from the spot in a flash.

Lin Qiye stood there in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Qi Ye, where is Senior Sword Saint?" asked Baili Pangpang, who was sitting at the table, puzzled.

"I don't know. He said he had something to do."

"What could happen now... Could it be that some large 'mystery' has appeared nearby?" Cao Yuan said with some concern.

"Qiye, how about you use your mental power to sense it?"

Lin Qiye was stunned. "This is not good... After all, the other party is a human ceiling. It's not polite to do this."

"Just for a moment!" Baili Pangpang said expectantly, "Senior Sword Saint has been so mysterious, don't you want to know what he is busy with? Let's sense it and then take it back. What if he can't find it?"

Lin Qiye hesitated.

"Actually, I also think it's better to sense it." An Qingyu nodded, "If Senior Sword Saint really encounters something, what if we can help?"

"Well... okay then."

Lin Qiye sighed and quietly released his spiritual perception.

After a moment, he froze in place.

"How about it, Qiye, did you sense it?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

“I sensed it…” Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely strange.

"What is he doing?"

"He, he...he seemed to have run away with his luggage?!"

"????"

…

Outside the warehouse.

Zhou Ping was dragging a suitcase, wearing a baseball cap and covering his entire face tightly with a mask. He looked around furtively, then ran out quickly.

The military defense officers stationed around the warehouse were stunned when they saw Zhou Ping rushing out from inside, then they quickly rushed to the middle of the road and tried to stop him, but Zhou Ping's figure seemed to disappear into thin air and flashed hundreds of meters away in an instant.

"Master Sword Saint..." The officer stared at the scene in a daze. After a moment, he came to his senses and immediately dialed a number.

Ding ding ding ding——!

A ringtone rang from Zhou Ping's pocket. He paused, and after hesitating for a long time, he reached out and took out his cell phone.

"Hello?" Zhou Ping spoke in a low voice.

"Zhou Ping..." Ye Fan's helpless voice sounded from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of running water and the collision of plates, which sounded very noisy. "Didn't we agree that I would help you wash the dishes and you would come to help Lin Qiye and the others? Why are you running away again now?"

"You know, I don't know how to get along with others... let alone be a teacher." Zhou Ping sighed, "You can find someone else to teach them. It's better for me to go back to washing dishes..."

"Zhou Ping." Ye Fan advised earnestly, "People always need to socialize. Your swordsmanship is indeed the best in the world, but your mentality is too bad. This is your only weakness. As long as you can't break through yourself, you won't be able to break through that layer of shackles and reach that realm that no one has ever reached.

This time I asked you to be their teacher, not only to let you teach those little bastards, but also to let you learn something from them...

The situation of Daxia is too dangerous now. We urgently need a pillar who can support the entire Daxia. Lu Wuwei's realm is still a little short of that. I am busy with miscellaneous matters and have no time to pursue that realm. I am still in seclusion. The master is good at defense but not good at attack.

So, Zhou Ping, you are the most promising one among us..."

Zhou Ping fell silent.

He stood there for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Then I... try again?"

"Yeah." Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. "If they bully you, just tell me directly, and I'll beat them to death..."

“…”

Zhou Ping hung up the phone silently, sighed deeply, hesitated for a long time, then turned back to the warehouse dragging his suitcase.

As soon as he reached the door of the warehouse, Zhou Ping's body shook.

Lin Qiye and others were sitting at the door of the warehouse. They all looked up at him with strange expressions.

Then Baili Pangpang turned around and whispered something in the ears of the other people. They nodded and walked away as if nothing had happened, as if they had not seen Zhou Ping at all.

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and dragged his suitcase back into the warehouse. At this moment, Lin Qiye's voice suddenly rang out.

"Sword Saint Senior."

Zhou Ping paused.

"When you're done, remember to come out and have lunch together?" Lin Qiye said seriously, "Today I tried to make a dish of fried tomatoes. Can you help me taste it and see how it compares to my uncle's?"

Zhou Ping turned around in a daze and saw the smile on Lin Qiye's face. After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"good."

Half an hour later.

The six people put down their chopsticks and couldn't help burping.

During this period, Lin Qiye and others were tactful enough not to mention Zhou Ping dragging his luggage out just now, but naturally turned the topic to the several battles they had experienced before. While discussing, they also asked Zhou Ping for his opinion, and the latter would also say a few brief words to maintain interaction.

"After dinner, let's start afternoon training." Zhou Ping said, looking at the time.

He carried out a new cardboard box from the room and placed it in front of everyone. He took out a stack of more than 30 pages of bound documents and handed them to Lin Qiye.

"This is..." Lin Qiye turned to the first page and froze in place.

All the text here is handwritten.

Although these characters are not very beautiful, each stroke is very neat and comfortable to read. There are about four hundred characters on each page, filling up a total of thirty pages.

"An analysis of yesterday's actual combat." Zhou Ping replied, "After fighting with you yesterday, I went back and analyzed each of your combat styles, strengths and weaknesses, and compiled them into an analysis report. However, I don't know how to use a computer, so I can only write it by hand, and some of the words may not be very clear..."

Lin Qiye opened his mouth slightly. He touched the thick stack of papers in his hand and couldn't help but ask, "You... wrote so much?"

"This is just for you."

Zhou Ping bent down and took out four thicker documents from the cardboard box and handed them to other people. The average number of pages was about thirty-six.

Looking at the thick handwritten documents in their hands, everyone was stunned.