After Lin Qiye and Jialan returned from their fight, they looked at the sky not far away.
"The Sword Saint and the others haven't finished yet?" Lin Qiye stood below and watched for a while. The two people in the sky were moving so fast that even their afterimages were invisible.
After watching for a while, he turned and went to the kitchen. "Then I'll go cook first."
Shang Yan, who was wielding the bone sword, was sent flying far away by Zhou Ping's sword.
"Let's stop playing. Can you write my analysis report now?" He glanced at the sky; the two of them had been playing all afternoon.
After hearing what he said, Zhou Ping nodded and put the Dragon Elephant Sword back into its scabbard.
"It's time to eat." He looked down and saw Baili Tuming and the others already waiting with their bowls of rice.
Shang Yan's eyes lit up, and the bone sword in his hand transformed into a trident. He brandished the trident and ran down.
"Seven Nights is cooking again! I can smell the chicken drumsticks!"
To be fair, Lin Qiye's cooking skills are indeed excellent; at least Shang Yan was won over.
During the meal, Baili Tuming looked at the four chicken legs in Jialan's bowl, and the chicken legs in Shangyan's and Zhou Ping's bowls, and then looked at his, An Qingyu's, and Cao Yuan's bowls.
There were no chicken legs inside.
"Seven Nights..." Baili Tuming couldn't help but ask, "Why don't the three of us have chicken drumsticks?"
Lin Qiye coughed lightly, "Because you can't beat me..."
Baili Tuming: ...π_π
An Qingyu: o_o
Cao Yuan:o_o
Shang Yan had already started eating voraciously. Seeing that Lin Qiye was still injured, he activated his green aura, and in no time, Lin Qiye's injuries were healed.
"Are you hungry?" Zhou Ping put the chicken leg from his bowl into Shang Yan's bowl, his gaze gentle. "Eat more, I'll make more if you're not full."
Baili Tuming: o_o
What's going on? I feel like I've been hit by another bomb. Not only am I not getting chicken legs, but I'm also getting dog food instead.
An Qingyu was too lazy to look up. He quickly ate his meal with his head down, and after finishing, he picked up the bowl to wash it.
The mysterious materials in the laboratory hadn't been fully dissected yet, which made him very curious.
Cao Yuan looked left and right, as if he understood. He pushed his bowl forward and said, "Senior Sword Saint, if you cook later and have chicken legs, could you give me one?"
Zhou Ping paused in his chopsticks, then nodded.
In no time, Shang Yan finished his meal and sat obediently next to Zhou Ping, watching him eat.
"Brother Shangyan, when I saw you fighting with Brother Zhou Ping just now, you were using a sword. Was it a trident that you transformed into?" Lin Qiye had also finished eating and was clearing away the dishes.
"Yes, it can transform into any weapon in my hands." Shang Yan waved his hand, and the trident appeared in his hand, transforming into a bone sword, a spear, a knife...
"Does Senior Shangyan know how to use them?" Cao Yuan put down his bowl and looked at the trident in Shangyan's hand that had turned into a bone whip.
"I know a little bit about them all," Shang Yan tilted his head slightly. "I should be considered proficient in a wide variety of weapons."
"Then you must have a very powerful master?"
"...No one taught me."
"..." Cao Yuan, who had inadvertently killed the conversation, paused for a moment, then exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible..."
Shang Yan looks to be only twenty years old, right?
Even if he had studied from a young age, it would be impossible for him to be proficient in all kinds of weapons.
This was all without anyone teaching him.
The key question is, how did he learn it?
Shang Yan scratched his head. "You'll learn it just by watching."
"Senior Shang Yan, you also learned this from reading novels?" Cao Yuan's gaze shifted back and forth between Shang Yan and Zhou Ping. It was already far-fetched that one of them could become the pinnacle of human skill by comprehending swordsmanship through reading novels, let alone the other one...
Cao Yuan decided to read novels voraciously tonight.
"No, I... actually, I had read the novel once before," Shang Yan waved his hand. "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was the second novel he had read.
"What novels did you read before?" Baili Tuming asked, having already finished washing the dishes.
"..." Shang Yan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
If he said he was reading "The Godslayer" and that all these people were characters in the book, wouldn't they explode?
"It's...it's...the first time I learned about my wife's book..." Shang Yan stammered as he explained, "Although I've only read a part of it, I gleaned from just a few words..."
"I got to know him."
Zhou Ping, who had just finished washing the dishes, was taken aback by what he heard, and he was somewhat puzzled.
So Shang Yan knew him a long time ago?
"That sounds so romantic," Jialan's eyes lit up. "Is it some kind of romance novel?"
She wanted to see them all.
Shang Yan smiled and then took out a book and placed it in front of everyone.
The Overbearing Sword Immortal's Fierce Love
"The male protagonist's name is Zhou Ping."
Lin Qiye: ...
Upon seeing such a corny book title, Jialan, who instantly lost all desire to read it, took two steps back.
Baili Tuming quickly took his leave, pulling Cao Yuan along with him.
Zhou Ping, who thought Shang Yan was saying something romantic, took a deep breath. But when he heard that the book had the same name, he wanted to burn it.
"Where did this book come from? I don't remember you reading this book..." A crack appeared on Zhou Ping's gentle expression.
019 flew out, kicked Shang Yan's ahoge (cowlick) askew, and then pounced on the book, shouting, "This is mine! This is mine!"
How can Shang Yan still take things from its system space?
There are no secrets anymore!
019 was about to explode when it flew up and kicked Shang Yan again, then grabbed the book and ran back to the system space.
"I'm telling you, if you take my book while I'm reading again, I'll... I'll show Zhou Ping my limited edition book, and I'll teach him how to kill you!" 019 didn't forget to make a threat before leaving.
Shang Yan blinked after being kicked twice by 019.
"What books did it show you?" he asked Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping grabbed his hand and quickly led him back to the room. "It's nothing."
He took out a stack of A4 paper and a ballpoint pen from the cabinet and began to write carefully on it, stroke by stroke.
"What are you writing?" Shang Yan came closer, feeling that what 019 had shown Zhou Ping must be something special.
“Write down your relevant records,” Zhou Ping sighed helplessly, then asked, “When did you learn to use a sword?”
When Shang Yan heard him ask that question, he seemed dazed for a moment.
He moved a stool and sat down next to Zhou Ping.
"You want to know?"
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping paused in his writing.
"Actually, after I entered the arena, no one taught me this. I learned my sword skills and moves by fighting with others," Shang Yan said, fidgeting with his fingers somewhat uneasily.
“I remembered a lot of things. I am not just Shang Yan. Before I became Shang Yan, I had a name from a long time ago.”
Chu Changliu.
When he seemed a little anxious, Zhou Ping reached out and patted his head. "You can speak slowly, and I'll listen slowly."
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