Shang Yan was thrown onto the plane while he was still wielding the trident.
"Senior Shangyan, could you please put your weapon away?" the driver, who was being held at bay by the trident, asked, somewhat frightened.
There's no other way; the space inside the cabin is just so limited.
The trident wasn't small, and it looked quite heavy. I don't know how Shang Yan was able to lift it.
The key issue is that the head of this thing is facing him, and the driver is afraid that if Shang Yan doesn't hold it properly, he will poke three bloody holes in himself.
"Oh, okay," Shang Yan said, clutching the trident, shrinking it slightly as he held it in his arms. "Where are we going?"
"Commander Ye said to take you to find the Sword Saint Senior." The driver turned his head and saw that Shang Yan was sitting obediently without moving, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that they're not causing any trouble. He saw Commander Ye with Senior Shang Yan before.
I don't know where Commander Ye got the perseverance to take care of such a big child.
"Isn't he training Qi Ye and the others? Will I disturb him if I go?" Shang Yan asked, holding the trident and looking out of the plane.
"No, that won't happen," the driver chuckled. "If you don't go soon, the Sword Saint will run away."
They even fled overnight with their suitcases.
"But I have something very important to do," Shang Yan said seriously, holding the trident.
"Huh?" The pilot paused, but the plane did not reduce its speed.
Shang Yan said with a serious expression, "I haven't finished my work for today, and I haven't been paid yet."
Driver: ...
The driver took out his communicator and contacted Ye Fan.
"Hey, Commander, Senior Shang Yan has an objection."
"Tell me, what objections does he have?" Ye Fan on the other end of the phone was silent for a while. Why would he only have objections after they set off? They're flying in the sky now. Is Shang Yan going to swing his trident and pierce the helicopter, causing it to crash?
This feels like something Shang Yan would do.
"Senior Shang Yan said he hasn't been paid yet, and he hasn't finished his work today..." The driver repeated Shang Yan's exact words.
Ye Fan: ...
"Let him go in peace and not cause any trouble. I'll pay him double wages." After saying that, he added, "He'll get double wages for today too."
"Received, Commander Ye." After hanging up, the driver relayed Ye Fan's words to Shang Yan.
Originally, it would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but as soon as he heard that he was going to get a raise, Shang Yan became excited.
Actually, it's not a big deal when he gets excited.
The problem is that he's holding a trident right now!
With a forceful thrust, the trident in his hand pierced right through the plane.
"No, it's a tonic—" the driver panicked, trying to take control, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Goodbye, Mom, I'm going on a long voyage today—" the pilot said with his eyes closed before the plane crashed.
"Leaves and blossoms fly!" Thousands of green leaves from the surrounding trees flew down, catching the crashing plane. Shang Yan, clutching the trident, looked somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
The driver, who had been on tenterhooks, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the crisis was over.
After smoothly dropping the pilot and the wrecked helicopter off the ground, Shang Yan looked at the sky.
The sun has already set.
"Well, why don't you tell me the location and I'll go there myself?"
...
"Qi Ye, did you use your divine sense to check? Where is the Sword Saint?" Baili Tuming reached out and patted Lin Qi Ye on the shoulder.
Lin Qiye's expression was strange.
“Um… it seems like the Sword Saint ran away.” After saying that, he added, “But now he’s stopped and is standing over there.”
Baili Tuming coughed lightly, "Were you stopped by someone?"
"It doesn't seem like it." Who can stop the Sword Saint?
"It seems he received a phone call and then just stood there motionless," Lin Qiye observed carefully, then his expression became even stranger. "He just stood there, looking up at the sky."
He imitated it.
I always feel like the Sword Saint's gaze when he looks at the sky is...deeply affectionate and focused?
"Should we still wait for the Sword Saint?" Cao Yuan asked, rubbing his still sore legs.
Qi Ye had already prepared the meal, but it seemed she had made it too early; the food was already cold.
“Uh… I think I know what the Sword Saint is waiting for.” Lin Qiye saw it.
Zhou Ping, who was standing in the open space in the distance with his suitcase, narrowed his dark eyes as he looked at the sky.
A figure descended from the sky.
Shang Yan, who had been flying and traveling for a long time, was still holding a map in his hand. When he looked down and saw Zhou Ping standing in an open space, he smiled at him. He was too far away to know if Zhou Ping saw his smile.
But the next moment he just fell straight down.
Seeing Shang Yan falling towards him, Zhou Ping quickly threw down his suitcase, took a few steps forward, and flew into the air to catch Shang Yan.
"Ye Fan already told me, so why did you still run away with your suitcase?" Shang Yan was still clutching the trident in his hand. After being hugged by Zhou Ping, he smiled at him for a while.
Zhou Ping pursed his lips, and after safely bringing the person to the ground, he turned his head away and said, "Laugh if you want to."
"He said you're quite happy living like a wild man all by yourself," he said, bending down to pick up the suitcase he had just thrown on the ground.
Shang Yan approached with the trident in hand, and wrapped an arm around Zhou Ping's waist from behind, saying, "Being with you is the happiest thing!"
Zhou Ping slowly stood up with his suitcase, and after noticing Shang Yan's hand around his waist, he reached out and pressed down on Shang Yan's hand.
"Are you missing me?" Shang Yan moved closer to him.
"Mmm," Zhou Ping said, taking his hand. "I missed you."
I've been away from home for 1 day, 19 hours, 3 minutes, and 32 seconds, and I've finally seen Shang Yan.
Having received an affirmative answer, Shang Yan smiled and hugged him, "Wife, I missed you too!"
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping reached out and touched the ahoge (cowlick) on his head.
"Aren't you going to teach students? Shall I go back with you?" Shang Yan glanced at his clothes when it came to business.
He was still wearing a wild man's animal skin skirt, and his face was covered in strange dyes.
Shang Yan hurriedly waved his trident at the troops stationed around the warehouse not far away and shouted, "Is anyone there?"
The officer who had discovered Zhou Ping's escape rushed over, "Senior Shang Yan, Senior Sword Saint, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Could you please get me a clean set of clothes?" Shang Yan scratched his head. "I'm not dressed properly right now."
The officer glanced at Shang Yan's savage-like attire and nodded solemnly. "Please wait a moment, senior. I'll go get a clean uniform right away."
He was very quick and soon delivered a set of military uniforms.
A barrier formed by leaves enveloped Shang Yan. After quickly changing his clothes inside, he tugged at Zhou Ping's hand.
"Shall we go back now?"
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