In the morning, Zhou Ping took out the books and placed them in front of Lin Qiye and the others.
"This is the teaching material. You'll look at this this morning."
After he finished speaking, he waited for Lin Qiye and the others to get the books.
Lin Qiye nodded. As expected of the teacher that Commander Ye had gone to great lengths to invite, he had even prepared teaching materials. It was truly comprehensive.
Lin Qiye fell silent upon seeing the book's title.
"The Sword of the Third Young Master?"
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes??"
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes???"
The others holding books fell silent. Baili Tuming waved his own book with a strange expression, "Mine is different. Mine is 'The Legend of Zhen Huan'!"
Zhou Ping slowly reached out and took the copy of "Empresses in the Palace" from Baili Tuming's hand. "This is mine..."
"In the morning, you should all read the books, immerse yourselves completely, and try to understand the sword techniques within..."
"Huh? Reading novels to increase strength..." Lin Qiye hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Zhou Ping looked at him with some doubt, "Yes, I learned all my swordsmanship from there."
Lin Qiye: ...
Baili Tuming: ...
An excited glint appeared in An Qingyu's eyes.
Galan glanced at Lin Qiye from the side, lost in thought.
“You can give it a try,” Zhou Ping said, pushing the book toward Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye and his friends spent the entire morning reading novels.
After finishing the vegetable porridge lunch prepared by Zhou Ping, the afternoon arrived. Zhou Ping checked the time and slowly said, "Wash your own dishes, then come for practical training."
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged a glance, then excitedly took their bowls and went into the kitchen.
"Hey? Qi Ye, look at this plate." While washing the dishes, Baili Tuming pointed to a bowl in the cupboard. "Why is this bowl half white and half plain?"
Lin Qiye leaned over to take a look, and was also a little puzzled. "That's right, it wasn't like this when we cleaned it before."
Zhou Ping, who had already finished washing the dishes, froze.
"...Isn't that a dirty plate?" He had found that the stains on it were impossible to remove when he was cleaning it, and he had used a lot of effort to scrape them off bit by bit with his sword energy.
Moreover, because of the rush, some parts were not scraped off, and the plates used to serve the dishes were scraped off with sword energy.
Baili Tuming and Lin Qiye exchanged a strange look. "Sword Saint Senior... um... that dirty plate... um... maybe we shouldn't wash it?"
“…” Zhou Ping grunted in response, then turned around, quickly walked to the door, and closed it behind him.
He looked out at the sky above the warehouse, where a cloud shaped like a shark was floating.
"What should I do? I want to go home so much... Shangyan..."
It's really nothing... It's not the first time he's embarrassed himself, and he's much more resilient than before.
But he has been away from home for one day and thirteen hours!
The afternoon's practical training began soon.
Cao Yuan went first, while Zhou Ping took out a chopstick from his pocket.
"bring it on."
"Excuse me," Cao Yuan said, holding his breath as he slowly drew his sword.
"Hehehehehehehe..."
Bang!
The sharp sword energy knocked the straight knife away, and Zhou Ping slightly raised his right hand to deliver an elbow strike.
Cao Yuan fell to the ground, breaking the Black King's state. Cao Yuan, now back to normal, was somewhat dazed. A few seconds later... he was finished.
Or was he forced out of Black King mode by being beaten?
"Continue," Zhou Ping tossed the straight sword back into Cao Yuan's hand. "Keep attacking me until I tell you to stop."
Cao Yuan: ...
"Hehehehehehe..."
Bang!
Cao Yuan fell to the ground.
"Hehehehehe..."
Bang!
Cao Yuan, now back to his original state, continued to fall to the ground.
"Hehehe..."
Bang!
Cao Yuan fell to the ground again.
...
He couldn't finish his sentence and was forced to do sit-ups, during which he was hit a total of sixteen times.
"Next," Zhou Ping said, stopping his torment of Cao Yuan and letting him rest aside.
Cao Yuan, his face bruised and swollen, staggered to the side, his expression one of utter despair.
...
After ten minutes of perseverance, Lin Qiye collapsed to the ground with a bruised and swollen face, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Alright, that's all for today. Go and rest." After saying this, Zhou Ping turned around and quickly went back to his room, closing the door behind him.
He silently took out paper and pen and wrote something on them.
After finishing writing, Zhou Ping took a deep breath and began packing his suitcase.
No... He's been away from home for a day and eighteen hours already, he needs to go home and check on things.
He would rather go and live happily as a primitive man with Shang Yan.
Zhou Ping quietly pushed open the door, observed the surroundings, and seeing that no one was around, quietly closed the door.
He picked up his suitcase, slung the black sword case over his shoulder, and ran out of the warehouse.
It's almost showing its afterimage.
The officer stationed outside the warehouse saw a blurry figure run past him in a panic.
After seeing the sword case on the man's back, he extended his hand, like Er Kang, "Senior Sword Saint..."
But his shouts were useless. The sword saint he was talking about ran very fast and had already run several kilometers away in a short time.
officer:……
He quickly took out his phone and dialed Ye Fan's number, "Hey, Commander, something bad has happened! Senior Sword Saint has run away with his suitcase!"
"You didn't stop him?...Hey, hey, no, don't play with fire! This won't do! Stop it right now!" Ye Fan on the other end of the phone was frantic with worry.
Shang Yan is jumping through a ring of fire while wearing a grass skirt.
Ye Fan quickly reached out and grabbed Shang Yan by the back of the neck, lifted him up, and placed him on a safe open space. Then, he took out his phone and called Zhou Ping.
"Beep beep beep—"
"Hello?", there was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Zhou Ping, didn’t we agree on this…” Ye Fan sighed, and seeing that Shang Yan was about to join the savages’ revelry with his trident, he quickly reached out and pulled him back.
"I'm watching the bookstore for you and taking care of Shangyan. You should be training Qiye and the others properly. Why did you run off again?"
Upon hearing Zhou Ping's name, Shang Yan, who was holding a trident, lit up and stopped making a fuss, coming closer.
“You know I’m not very good at getting along with people…” Zhou Ping pursed his lips, “I haven’t seen Shang Yan for a day, eighteen hours, six minutes, and forty-seven seconds…”
"I want to go home. You can find someone else to discipline them..."
"I'll take Shang Yan over there, and I'll watch the shop for you here," Ye Fan said, taking out a walkie-talkie and contacting a helicopter.
“You still need to interact with people. You can’t be unable to do anything on your own without Shang Yan. That’s not right. I talked to Shang Yan yesterday.”
"If you want to find him in the future, you must pursue the highest realm."
“Zhou Ping, you need to find the right mindset… This isn’t just for Qi Ye and the others’ training, it’s for you too.”
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