Lin Qiye and others looked at each other blankly and did not disturb Zhou Ping, but silently began to prepare lunch.
After all the food was put on the table, Zhou Ping finally put down the book in his hand and sat alone at the door, staring at the sky in a daze.
"Um...Senior Sword Master, it's time to eat." Lin Qiye walked to his side and whispered.
Zhou Ping came back to his senses and saw everyone around the table looking at him. He reached out and wiped his face. There were still some tears on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly...
He...cryed while reading a book in front of so many people?
Zhou Ping paused on the spot, as if he had stopped thinking.
"Uh...Senior Sword Master?" Lin Qiye saw Zhou Ping sluggish and spoke cautiously.
"You, you eat first." Zhou Ping suddenly stood up from his horse, "I have something to do!"
He disappeared in a flash.
Lin Qiye froze on the spot, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Qiye, where did Senior Sword Master go?" Baili Pangpang, who was sitting at the table, asked in confusion.
"I don't know, he said he had something to do."
"What can happen now...could it be that some big 'mysterious' thing has appeared nearby?" Cao Yuan said with some worry.
"Qiye, how about you use your spiritual power to sense it?"
Lin Qiye was stunned, "This is not good... the other party is a human being after all, so it would be impolite to do so."
"Just a moment!" Baili Pangpang said expectantly, "Senior Juggernaut has always been mysterious, don't you want to know what he is up to? Let's just sense it and then take it back. What if he can't find it?
"
Lin Qiye hesitated.
"Actually, I also think it's better to feel it." An Qingyu nodded, "If Senior Sword Master really encounters something, what if we can help?"
"That...okay then."
Lin Qiye sighed and quietly radiated his spiritual perception.
After a moment, he froze on the spot.
"How is Qiye, do you feel it?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.
"Perception is perception..." Lin Qiye's expression was extremely strange.
"What is he doing?"
"He, he... he seems to have ran away with his luggage?!"
"????"
…
Outside the warehouse.
Zhou Ping dragged his suitcase, wore a peaked cap, and covered his entire face with a mask. He looked around furtively, and then ran out quickly.
The military defense officers stationed around the warehouse were stunned when they saw Zhou Ping rushing out from inside, and then quickly rushed to the middle of the road and tried to stop him, but Zhou Ping's figure seemed to turn into nothingness, and several people flashed out in an instant.
100 meters.
"Sir Sword Master..." The officer stared blankly at this scene. After a moment, he came to his senses and immediately dialed a number.
Ding-ding-ding-ding——!
A ringtone rang from Zhou Ping's pocket. He paused. After hesitating for a long time, he reached out and took out his phone.
"...Hello?" Zhou Ping said softly.
"Zhou Ping..." Ye Fan's helpless voice sounded on the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of running water and the sound of plates colliding. It sounded very noisy, "Didn't we agree? I'll wash the dishes for you.
, you came to train Lin Qiye and the others, why are you running away again now?"
"You know, I don't know how to get along with others at all...let alone being a teacher." Zhou Ping sighed, "You can find someone else to teach them. It's better for me to go back and wash the dishes..."
"Zhou Ping." Ye Fanyu advised earnestly, "People always have to socialize. Your swordsmanship is indeed the best in the world, but your mentality is too bad. This is your only weakness. You can't break through yourself in one day.
, just one day cannot break through that shackles and reach that realm that no one has ever reached.
This time I ask you to be their teacher, not only to let you teach those little brats, but also to let you learn something from them...
The situation in Daxia is too dangerous now. We urgently need someone who can support the whole of Daxia. Lu Wuwei's state is still a little bit behind. I am so busy with chores that I have no time to pursue that state. I am still in retreat.
Master is good at defense but not at attack.
Therefore, Zhou Ping, you are the most promising person among us..."
Zhou Ping fell into silence.
He stood there for a long time before slowly speaking: "Then I... try again?"
"Well." Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "If they bully you, just tell me directly and I will kill them if I don't practice..."
"..."
Zhou Ping hung up the phone silently, sighed, and after struggling for a long time, he dragged his suitcase back to the warehouse.
As soon as he reached the door of the warehouse, Zhou Ping was shocked.
I saw Lin Qiye and others sitting at the door of the warehouse, all looking up at him with extremely strange expressions.
Then Baili Pangpang turned his head and said something in the ears of the other people. Everyone nodded and walked away to other places as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't seen Zhou Ping at all.
Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and dragged his suitcase back to the warehouse. At this moment, Lin Qiye's voice suddenly sounded.
"Senior Sword Master."
Zhou Ping had a meal.
"When you're done, remember to come out and have lunch together?" Lin Qiye said seriously, "Today I tried to make a fried tomato dish. Please help me taste it and see how it compares to my third uncle."
Zhou Ping turned around blankly and saw the smile on Lin Qiye's face. After a moment of silence, he nodded.
"good."
Half an hour later.
The six people put down their chopsticks and couldn't help but burped.
During this period, Lin Qiye and others wisely did not mention what Zhou Ping had just dragged his luggage out. Instead, they naturally turned the topic to the several battles they had experienced before. While discussing, they also asked Zhou Ping for his opinion, and the latter
He would also say a few words briefly to maintain interaction.
"After dinner, let's start the afternoon training." Zhou Ping looked at the time and said.
He took out a new cardboard box from the room and placed it in front of everyone. He took out a stack of more than 30 pages of bound documents and handed it to Lin Qiye.
"This is..." Lin Qiye turned over the first page and froze on the spot.
All the text here is handwritten.
Although these words are not very beautiful, they are very neat and neat, making it very comfortable for readers. There are about four hundred words on each page, covering a full thirty pages.
"Analysis of yesterday's actual combat." Zhou Ping replied, "After fighting against you yesterday, I went back and analyzed each of your fighting styles, strengths and weaknesses, and compiled it into an analysis report. However, I can't use a computer, so I can only write it by hand.
Some words may not be very clear..."
Lin Qiye's mouth opened slightly. He touched the thick pile of paper in his hand and couldn't help but say: "You... wrote so much?"
"This is just for you."
Zhou Ping bent down and took out four thicker documents from the carton and handed them to other people respectively. The average number of pages was about thirty-six.
Looking at the thick handwritten documents in their hands, everyone froze on the spot.