The relationship between the two is now confirmed, and they have each met each other's parents.
On January 6, 2017, Shang Yan, who was training in Cangnan City, finally got the rainy day he had been looking forward to.
He sneaked out, flicked the vines in his hand, and quickly ran to the top of the tall building.
Hongying, who had brought in a drink, looked around the training room but did not see Shangyan.
She opened a can of Coke, took a few sips, and asked, "Shang Yan?"
There was no response; the training room was empty. "Strange, where did they go..."
Rumble!
Thunder and lightning raged, and the thunder outside grew louder and louder.
Standing atop the high-rise building, Shang Yan looked up at the sky; the torrential rain blurred his vision.
This time, Zhou Ping did not come with him. His clear pupils reflected the lightning that was striking him, and his thoughts drifted away.
I wonder what Zhou Ping is doing now. It's afternoon, he should be washing vegetables, right?
If he successfully advances this time, he should be able to get back before dinner.
The last time I visited my third uncle with gifts, my dad and third uncle discussed it for a long time. In short, it's fine for Shang Yan to stay at the local restaurant or go home now, and the same goes for Zhou Ping.
A bolt of lightning struck Shang Yan quickly. After the lightning dissipated, Shang Yan took out a lightning rod.
"[Produced by the system store, 100% success rate in attracting lightning!]", the electronic voice of 019 rang in his ears, and the little round ball floated beside Shang Yan with its hands on its hips.
The moment the lightning rod was taken out, dark clouds gathered above Shang Yan's head, and lightning flashed across the dark sky. Then, one bolt of lightning after another came hurtling towards him!
Startled, 019 quickly retreated back into its spatial dimension. Inside the system space, the little sphere waved two glow sticks, saying, "Go, host!"
"Ugh..." Struck by a bolt of lightning, he couldn't help but groan in pain. The next second, another bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck him heavily, and Shang Yan lost his balance and fell to the ground.
A burning sensation came from his back. He slowly reached up to cover his face. His face couldn't be damaged; if something happened to his face, it would be too conspicuous...
Under the blinding flash of lightning, Shang Yan desperately protected his face.
On the other side, in Xijin City, there is a restaurant serving local cuisine.
Zhou Ping was sitting on a stool, diligently washing the vegetables. He always did everything quickly and well.
It was an ordinary afternoon, and he was slightly lost in thought, thinking about something that happened a long, long time ago.
At that time, Shang Yan had just entered Sunshine Mental Hospital.
My parents are in the hospital for unknown reasons, and the doctor says they will never wake up.
He was brought back by his third uncle, and from that day on, he was separated from that... family and moved into a new home.
He helped his third uncle with whatever he could at the local restaurant.
Just like now, she was sitting on the steps, diligently washing the vegetables.
When he raised his wrist to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he noticed that a person wearing a dark red cloak was sitting next to him.
"Your name is Zhou Ping?"
Zhou Ping looked at him with some doubt and nodded.
The man smiled. "My name is Ye Fan."
"oh."
Zhou Ping glanced at the man who had appeared beside him, then lowered his head to continue washing the vegetables. The restaurant had been quite busy these past few days, and he had another basin to wash after finishing this one.
Ye Fan sat next to him, watching him wash.
As Zhou Ping looked up, he said, "Do you want to be the ceiling of humanity?"
"What is the ceiling of humanity?" Zhou Ping paused for a moment, not immediately picking up the dish and going inside.
"They are the ones who can hold up the sky when it collapses..."
"A real man?" Zhou Ping vaguely remembered Shang Yan saying that he wanted to be a real man.
Ye Fan, "..."
A complex expression appeared on Ye Fan's face, but he still nodded, "Yes, that's true, but this is a different kind of man..."
"Hmm." Zhou Ping silently picked up the basin, intending to take the washed vegetables inside.
Ye Fan: ...
"Don't go yet, I haven't finished speaking," he said, reaching out his hand to grab Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping paused for a moment, then said, "I'll go deliver the vegetables."
If it gets too late, there won't be enough food left.
When Zhou Ping returned, he saw Ye Fan still sitting there waiting for him. He silently went up the steps, rolled up his sleeves, and continued washing vegetables.
"Let's continue," Ye Fan leaned closer and spoke again, "Do you want to protect the Great Xia, protect its people... and become the strongest humankind?"
"Is this the ceiling of human potential? Like a martial arts master?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Sounds good, I don't want this name..."
"So what do you want to be called?"
Zhou Ping lowered his head. He had already washed the vegetables, and a wooden sword was placed on the steps.
"Sword Saint, if you let me become the Sword Saint of Great Xia, I will agree."
...
It was a very ordinary afternoon, Zhou Ping still remembers it.
He rolled up his sleeves, and just as he was about to finish washing the vegetables, someone suddenly sat down next to him.
"Long time no see," Ye Fan said, sitting down beside him and smiling kindly at him.
"Mm," Zhou Ping nodded.
“It’s been more than three years since we last saw each other,” Ye Fan laughed. “I heard you joined the Night Watch in Xijin City as an unofficial member, so I came to see you.”
Zhou Ping slowly raised his head and glanced at him. It had been a year since he joined the Night Watch of Xijin City. Back then, he and Shang Yan had encountered a mysterious figure in Xijin City...
“You’ve protected Xijin City very well,” Ye Fan said casually, sitting next to him.
Zhou Ping lowered his eyes and softly hummed in agreement; he had already finished washing the vegetables.
The mysterious events that had surfaced in Xijin City were all resolved by Zhou Ping in just a few years.
Xijin City is now peaceful and tranquil, and even strangers will detour when passing by.
Ye Fan followed Zhou Ping into the local restaurant. His third uncle thought he was there to eat and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Ye Fan: ...
Since we're already here, we might as well have a meal.
"Just bring a couple of your best dishes," he said casually.
Admittedly, Zhou Ping is not someone you can really chat with; there's a high chance that a conversation with him will kill the conversation.
After Zhou Ping brought the dishes over, Ye Fan invited, "Would you like to eat together?"
He happened to have some free time during his vacation and happened to be passing through Xijin City so he took the opportunity to visit.
Zhou Ping shook his head sincerely, "I still have to serve other guests, you eat."
After saying that, he carried the tray back to the kitchen.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan, who had been sitting at the dining table for two hours, went into the kitchen and, as expected, saw Zhou Ping washing dishes.
"I've come to deliver a sword to you," he said, handing over a sword case.
After carefully washing the last plate, Zhou Ping wiped his hands clean with a cloth.
His dark eyes shone brightly as he looked at the sword case.
"The Forbidden Item, the Dragon Elephant Sword—"
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