"It was said to be actual combat training, but he seemed to have simply tortured us. After the torture, he didn't say a word, and didn't even have any suggestions..." Cao Yuan shook his head, "I don't understand a bit."
Baili Pangpang nodded in agreement, "I also feel that Senior Sword Master's brain circuit seems to be different from that of normal people."
"Which normal person would work as a waiter after becoming a sword master?"
"And I always feel that he doesn't seem to be very willing to communicate with us."
"I think so."
"Isn't he a social terrorist?" Baili Pangpang said with a strange expression.
Cao Yuan glanced at him, "I am the ceiling of humanity. It is normal to be aloof. How could it be a social fear?"
"..."
"Besides, who would like to have people call him Sword Saint?" Cao Yuan added, "It's not like someone in society would be able to come up with such a title."
"But he is really a sword master." Baili Pangpang sighed, "Speaking of which, the existence of sword masters in this era is beyond my expectation. Such people do not usually appear in ancient times.
Or in a fantasy world?
It is hard to imagine that in a modern city full of high-rise buildings, a sword master wearing a shirt and sneakers could walk out of a local restaurant, unsheath his sword, and be beheaded by the gods...
Isn't this style of painting very strange?
As for the Sword Immortal, I don’t even dare to think about it.”
"The Key Sage travels all over the world, where can I find the Sword Immortal?" An Qingyu suddenly said.
"In any case, Senior Sword Master is the true ceiling of mankind. Although his personality is a bit unpredictable, his strength is real." Lin Qiye said slowly, "Since Commander Ye spent so much money to find him,
He must have thought we could learn something from him."
Others nodded.
Lin Qiye glanced at the sky and said to everyone: "Let's do this for today. Everyone should go back and have a good rest. If nothing else, tomorrow will be very tortured..."
…
the next day.
Lin Qiye was awakened by the alarm clock. He quickly got up from the bed, washed up and walked towards the open space in the center of the warehouse.
After learning from yesterday's lesson, Lin Qiye and others discussed it last night and decided to wake up earlier. They couldn't have a human ceiling waiting to teach them every day.
But when Lin Qiye walked to the open space, he realized that he was still naive.
Zhou Ping had already stood in the middle of the open space of the warehouse, holding a feather duster that he didn't know where it came from in his hand, and focused on cleaning up the dust in the corner. His eyes were heavily ringed, but he still looked very energetic.
"...Good morning, Senior Sword Master." Lin Qiye looked at the time and confirmed that it was still six o'clock in the morning. The sun outside had not fully risen yet, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Zhou Ping nodded and said yes.
Then continue to clean the dust in the corners.
"You can get up later, the morning class starts at eight o'clock." After cleaning one corner, Zhou Ping walked to another corner and said to Lin Qiye.
"Since it starts at eight o'clock, why did you get up so early, senior?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Ping said calmly, "When I was in the store, my third uncle would get up early every day to prepare ingredients, and I would also get up early to clean up before opening for business. Over the years, I have become accustomed to it."
"It's just a restaurant, do you need to get up so early?"
"Uncle San is a person who pays attention to details. The time he spends preparing ingredients is often longer than the actual cooking time. This is why he does not launch many dishes every day." Zhou Ping said calmly, "In his opinion,
Come on, the quality of the food is more important than the quantity.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
Soon, several other people also came to the open space. When they saw Zhou Ping who was busy, their expressions were a little strange.
"Qiye, why don't we go and help?" Cao Yuan asked doubtfully.
Lin Qiye shook his head, "I have wanted to help for a long time, but Senior Sword Master refused to let me..."
"Then we just watch from the side?"
"It can only be this way."
Lin Qiye and the other five moved a small mazaar each and sat in the center of the open space, silently looking at Zhou Ping's focused and busy figure.
He seems to be very busy all the time, and no matter what he is doing, he will put all his energy on this one thing. He will clean every gap between the floor tiles until they are spotless, and wipe every stain on the wall.
Completely disappear, even if he wipes it ten times, twenty times, thirty times in a row...
No matter how simple the action is, no matter how boring the repetition, he doesn't seem to find it boring, but instead devotes himself to it wholeheartedly.
It seemed that he was not cleaning, but carving a piece of art.
Lin Qiye and others looked at his figure in confusion. The light in the sky became brighter and brighter. The sunlight filtered through the top window and fell in the center of the open space, coating the ground with a light golden film.
The diffuse detergent and water vapor in the air gave off a faint colorful light under the sunlight.
Before I knew it, the time had reached eight o'clock.
Zhou Ping put down his sleeves, put the cleaning supplies back into place, and walked to Lin Qiye and others.
"This morning, your training content is still reading a book." Zhou Ping said slowly, "But you must concentrate on reading it, put yourself into the book, and carefully understand the emotions of the characters in the book, and let yourself
Be him.
do you understand?"
Lin Qiye and others nodded.
They each took out a book from the carton and returned to Xiaomazha to read it. Today Lin Qiye picked a book "Swordsman". Although he had already read most of this book before, this did not hinder him.
See it again.
As Zhou Ping said, what he has to do is not only read the book, but also bring himself into the characters in the book.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, opened the title page of the book, and looked down carefully.
Zhou Ping himself also took a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", sat at the door of the warehouse, and started reading carefully.
The entire warehouse was extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning books echoing in the air.
A few hours later.
Lin Qiye slowly closed the book.
He looked at the cover with the publisher and selling price written on it. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.
There were mixed feelings in his heart.
He followed Zhou Ping's suggestion and completely assumed the role of Linghu Chong. He experienced the ups and downs of the story with him and experienced his emotions... He had never read a novel like this.
But he still didn't feel half of the power Zhou Ping said he gained from the story.
Lin Qiye turned to look at the others and found that their expressions were similar, with helplessness in their eyes.
They were about to say something, but suddenly stopped in place.
I saw the figure sitting alone in the sun at the door of the warehouse, holding a book in his hand...