Shang Yan watched "Empresses in the Palace" all morning, but didn't finish it.
In the afternoon, Zhou Ping came out of the bedroom with five thick stacks of documents and placed them in front of Lin Qiye and the others.
Lin Qiye took the paper and saw the neat handwriting on it.
It was written very carefully, and the characters were neat and tidy, making it a pleasant read.
"Handwritten...?" Baili Tuming flipped through his stack of documents, a dozen pages of handwritten suggestion reports, each page containing about eight hundred words. That means each person's handwritten report was eight thousand words long, and with five of them, that's over forty thousand words...
(He writes much better than the author.)
No wonder Zhou Ping stayed in his room after training them and didn't come out; he was probably writing this report.
Upon opening the file, the analysis was so comprehensive that it even included the attacking habits of each individual, as well as the interval between the first and second strikes.
"I'm not very good at using a printer, so I wrote this by hand. Take a good look at it, and then I'll arrange the afternoon's practical training content for you," Zhou Ping said, looking at Lin Qiye and the others who were standing in a row in front of him.
"What about me? Shall we fight this afternoon?" Shang Yan asked, holding up a copy of "Empresses in the Palace." "I also want your handwritten report; you've never written one for me before."
Zhou Ping pushed him aside, saying, "You're not a student."
Shang Yan, who was pushed aside, was taken aback.
He then shouted, "I'm your husband, do you have any objections?"
His voice was so loud that Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, who were looking down at the documents, looked up almost instantly upon hearing his words.
They all looked in the direction of the two of them without prior arrangement.
To be looked at like that by one's own students.
Zhou Ping:......
He quickly turned his back to the crowd.
Shang Yan didn't react much. He even exchanged a few glances with Lin Qiye and the others, and politely asked, "What's wrong? Why are you all looking over here?"
Lin Qiye coughed twice and shifted his gaze back to the documents in his hand. "It's nothing, Shangyan, you guys continue talking..."
“Yeah, yeah, let’s talk about ours, you guys talk about yours!” Baili Tuming quickly turned to talk to Cao Yuan.
Shang Yan took two steps back, facing Zhou Ping, whose face was flushed red.
"You too, why did you turn around?" he asked, somewhat puzzled. "Did I just say something shameful?"
"us……"
Zhou Ping quickly covered Shang Yan's mouth with his hand, his head almost touching the ground. He whispered, "I'll write, I'll write, please stop talking..."
Seeing Shang Yan nod, he slowly released his hand.
"When are we going to fight? Don't we have to finish fighting before we can write?" Shang Yan waved his hand, and the trident flew into his hand.
Zhou Ping wiped his face, blushing as he slowly turned to face Lin Qiye and the others.
"Lin Qiye, your task today is to spar with Jialan, who wields the [Heavenly Sword]. You need a lot of real combat experience and to hone your skills with the sword. Among these people, sparring with Jialan is the best choice."
"Cao Yuan, you must play Tic-Tac-Toe with Baili Tuming while in Black King form, and maintain your sanity..."
“An Qingyu, the way you become stronger is very simple: just dissect enough mysterious corpses. I will help you get the dissection materials…”
After explaining things to Lin Qiye and the others, Zhou Ping turned to Shang Yan and asked, "Are you really going to fight?"
"Let's fight, it's been a long time since we've fought." Shang Yan stroked his chin. He wanted that 8,000-word report too!
Zhou Ping:......
"Prepare all the materials needed to dissect An Qingyu before you start fighting," he said, carrying his sword case as he walked outside. Before leaving, he reminded Lin Qiye and the others, "You can start training according to the plan now."
Shang Yan waved to Zhou Ping from where he stood, "Then I'll wait for you here!"
"Hmm." Zhou Ping left with the sword box on his back.
The materials for An Qingyu's dissection were prepared quickly. Shang Yan waited for half an hour before Zhou Ping appeared outside the warehouse carrying the mysterious corpse.
"Hehehehe..."
Shang Yan glanced at Cao Yuan, who had been chuckling for half an hour without managing to draw an X on the chessboard. Baili Tuming had already taken the knife from his hand three times.
After handing the materials to An Qingyu, Zhou Ping walked out of the laboratory.
"Shang Yan, don't disturb others' training." He reached out and pulled Shang Yan away, who was holding a trident and about to poke Cao Yuan's butt.
Shang Yan brandished his trident, "I just wanted to help him, maybe I could wake him up?"
“…You should just let him go.” Zhou Ping said helplessly, pulling him outside the warehouse.
"Let's find a secluded spot to fight." He looked around and saw that Lin Qiye and Jialan were fighting in the south. He then pulled Shang Yan in the opposite direction.
He had been with Shang Yan for so long, but he had never actually fought Shang Yan in a serious battle.
Of course, Shang Yan told him everything about his abilities.
"Aren't you going to fight me with a weapon?" Shang Yan brandished his trident. "I'm pretty fierce, you know!"
"Absolutely a macho man!"
Zhou Ping patted the sword case. "Shall I take it?"
Since Shang Yan has said so, he naturally has to respect his opponent.
"Come on!" Shang Yan said, slashing his trident forward. He then took a few steps back.
bite--
The moment the sword box was opened, the surrounding sword energy surged, and the Dragon Elephant Sword hummed as it flew into Zhou Ping's hand.
Shang Yan tossed the trident high into the air. The trident shattered into pieces, and then a bone sword gleaming with white light took shape and flew into his hand.
He was enveloped in a layer of mist, where water and wood complemented each other, and vines rose from the ground.
"Well... here I come!" With that, he charged towards Zhou Ping, bone sword in hand.
The two clashed extremely fast, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, their sword energies surging as they collided no less than dozens of times.
Thrust, chop, flick, smear, pick, collapse, draw, dot.
The minimalist moves were executed with effortless grace during the clash between the two.
After sending Shang Yan flying backward with a single sword strike, Zhou Ping gestured with his hand.
"Sword Cage".
The sword energy formed a cage, instantly trapping Shang Yan in place.
Trapped in the sword cage, Shang Yan reached out and pointed at him a few times in the distance, "Wooden Prisoner."
The surrounding vines rushed towards Zhou Ping, but he dodged them with lightning speed.
After slicing through the sword cage that had trapped him with two sword strikes, Shang Yan continued to charge towards Zhou Ping, who was not far away.
The two were fighting so fiercely that it was impossible to determine a winner in a short time.
Not far away, Baili Tuming and Cao Yuan ran outside with a chessboard.
"Who do you think will win between the two of them?" Cao Yuan, who had already deactivated his Black King form, rested his chin on his hand and looked at the two people colliding in the sky.
"It's hard to tell anything in a short time. I never expected Senior Shangyan to be able to use a sword." After saying this, Baili Tuming silently looked at the two figures in the sky.
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