“But, but he already has someone he loves deeply…” Jialan said, somewhat dejected.
Shang Yan turned around twice with his hands behind his back; he was getting a little anxious.
"Then what should we do? Let's just go all the way and go all the way," Shang Yan said, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Zhou Ping, who was hiding in the shadows, could no longer hide. He was really afraid that Shang Yan would lead people astray.
"No, no, no, this can't be!" He ran out and covered Shang Yan's mouth. "Don't listen to his nonsense..."
"Ugh—", Shang Yan struggled for a moment. He wasn't lying; he was telling the truth.
“Doing this...doing this is wrong!” Zhou Ping took a deep breath and said seriously.
"Why isn't that right?" Shang Yan suddenly bit his hand away and questioned, "Only by stealing and robbing can you greatly increase your chances of getting a wife..."
After saying that, he blushed slightly and looked at Jialan, whispering, "My husband is the same..."
"What? Stealing and robbing... What are you talking about?" Lin Qiye, who arrived late, asked after hearing this.
Zhou Ping, who covered Shang Yan's mouth again, was somewhat flustered.
“It’s nothing… He forgot to take his medicine today.” Under the watchful eyes of Jialan and Lin Qiye, Zhou Ping stiffly turned around while holding Shang Yan.
They fled in panic.
Even as he was being dragged away, Shang Yan didn't forget to wave goodbye to Jia Lan before leaving.
"Who taught you all this..." Zhou Ping held Shang Yan's hand. He glanced back and saw that Lin Qiye and Jialan hadn't followed, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He hadn't been watching Shang Yan for a little while, and Shang Yan went off to teach others all sorts of nonsense.
What if Jialan really listens to Shangyan and does that?
Shang Yan was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
"...Isn't that how it is?" he countered.
Zhou Ping:?
When did the little shark grow up crooked? Why is Shang Yan having these strange thoughts again?
"I don't remember you and I getting together like this..." They didn't steal or rob each other at all; they just got together normally.
"Yes, that's why I'm teaching her methods for other situations," Shang Yan gestured vividly for a while, "Do you think those two look like they could be together normally?"
“How come…it seems…” Zhou Ping was silent for a while before finally saying, “We must have faith in them; true love will prevail in the end.”
Shang Yan was amused by his reaction.
He nudged Zhou Ping with his elbow.
“Look at you, you don’t even believe it yourself,” he muttered as he walked ahead, “I think in situations like this, we have to use some extraordinary measures…”
"You'd better not teach them," Zhou Ping said helplessly, pulling Shang Yan's hand. "Let them worry about their own youthful affairs."
"Oh," Shang Yan replied.
Then he jumped up excitedly, turned around and hugged Zhou Ping's waist, "Want to make a bet?"
Knowing there was no escaping it, Zhou Ping asked, quite enthusiastically, "What do you want to bet?"
"Let's take a gamble, let's gamble on when Qi Ye will finally get it," Shang Yan said, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
He had never lost a bet, and secretly planned to cause trouble if Zhou Ping lost.
"What's the stake?" Zhou Ping asked, seeing his interest.
Shang Yan had already thought it through: "I will unconditionally grant the other party one request."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping's eyes lit up.
He asked Shang Yan again to confirm, "Really?"
"That must be true," Shang Yan chuckled.
"Then you go first." Zhou Ping turned around and glanced behind him. Lin Qiye and Jialan's figures appeared in his sight. He pondered in his heart.
"At the current pace, it will probably be at least a few years from now," Shang Yan said, stroking his chin.
Zhou Ping turned his gaze to Lin Qiye.
He stared at Lin Qiye for a long time, and even when Lin Qiye walked up to him, his gaze remained fixed on Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye felt uneasy under Zhou Ping's gaze. "Brother Zhou Ping, why are you looking at me like that?"
“…Sorry.” Zhou Ping hurriedly looked away, then pulled Shang Yan forward.
"You haven't said it yet," Shang Yan whispered behind him.
After walking a distance, Zhou Ping pulled Shang Yan aside and whispered, "I think... Qi Ye likes Jia Lan, but he may not even realize it himself."
“He may have liked Garan a long time ago.”
Shang Yan paused for a moment upon hearing this.
"How could that be? Are you going to let me have my way?"
"I trust my intuition," Zhou Ping chuckled softly. "Besides..."
Even if you lose the bet, it's not a big deal.
Isn't this just his and Shang Yan's daily routine?
Shang Yan looked at him suspiciously for a while, muttering a few words to himself.
"How could Lin Qiye have become enlightened so early?"
"Galan is almost frantic with worry. If he were to become enlightened this early, pigs would fly..."
After whispering to each other for a while, Shang Yan followed Zhou Ping into the warehouse.
The next day, they continued reading novels in the morning, and in the afternoon, Lin Qiye and the others sat in a row on the waxed floor.
"After a period of training, you should begin the second phase of training."
"Sword Qi Tide, in a little while my sword qi will fill this space and temper your mental power. You must stay alert. The longer it lasts, the better the effect."
Shang Yan moved a small stool and sat opposite Lin Qiye and the others, giving them a thumbs-up.
"Sword Saint Senior, do you mean we have to withstand your sword energy until we can't take it anymore?" Baili Tuming swallowed hard.
Well, am I going to get beaten up again?
"Okay," Zhou Ping nodded, reassuringly adding, "I'll control my strength and won't endanger your lives."
He held the sword box in his hands, looked at Lin Qiye and the others sitting in a row, and gave a kind smile.
The radius is very, very small.
"If you're ready, I'm going to begin."
"Wait a minute, is Senior Shangyan also participating?" Baili Tuming extended Erkang's hand.
When he was called out, Shang Yan blinked and pointed to himself, "No, I'll just watch you guys practice."
"I'll help you too," he said, referring to the helper Zhou Ping had invited.
Baili Tuming breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of Shang Yan's abilities.
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged a glance, then assumed a stance to prepare for the impact. "We are ready, Senior Sword Saint."
"Okay," Zhou Ping replied, his sword energy surging around him. He then gently patted the sword case.
Thousands upon thousands of invisible sword energies surged forth like waves.
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