Chapter 461
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Chapter 461: Fleeing
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged confused glances, choosing not to disturb Zhou Ping, and silently began preparing lunch.
Once all the dishes were laid out on the dining table, Zhou Ping finally set down the book in his hands, sitting alone at the door, staring blankly at the sky.
“Um… Sword Saint, it’s time to eat,” Lin Qiye said softly as he approached Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping came back to his senses, noticing everyone at the table looking at him. He wiped his face with his hand, revealing traces of tears, and his mouth twitched slightly…
He… cried while reading in front of so many people?
Zhou Ping stood frozen in place, as if he had stopped thinking.
“Uh… Sword Saint?” Lin Qiye said cautiously, seeing Zhou Ping in a daze.
“You all eat first,” Zhou Ping suddenly stood up from the stool, “I have something to take care of!”
He swayed and vanished from the spot.
Lin Qiye stood there, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Qiye, where did the Sword Saint go?” Bai Li Pangpang, sitting at the table, asked in puzzlement.
“I don’t know, he said he had something to do.”
“What could he possibly have to do right now… It wouldn’t be that a large ‘mystery’ has appeared nearby, would it?” Cao Yuan said with some concern.
“Qiye, why don’t you use your mental power to sense it?”
Lin Qiye hesitated, “Isn’t that a bit inappropriate… After all, he’s a human pinnacle; it wouldn’t be very polite to do that.”
“Just for a moment!” Bai Li Pangpang urged eagerly, “The Sword Saint has always been mysterious; don’t you want to know what he’s busy with? We can sense it and then retract it. What if he doesn’t notice?”
Lin Qiye began to waver.
“Actually, I think sensing it would be a good idea,” An Qingyu nodded, “If the Sword Saint really encounters something, what if we can help?”
“Well… okay then.”
Lin Qiye sighed and quietly spread out his mental perception.
Moments later, he stood there in shock.
“How is it, Qiye? Did you sense anything?” Bai Li Pangpang asked curiously.
“I sensed something…” Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely strange.
“What is he doing?”
“He… he seems to be running away with his luggage?!”
“????”
…
Outside the warehouse.
Zhou Ping dragged a suitcase, wearing a baseball cap and a mask that covered his entire face. He looked around furtively and then quickly ran outside.
The military defense officer stationed around the warehouse saw Zhou Ping rush out and was momentarily stunned before quickly rushing into the road to try to stop him. However, Zhou Ping’s figure seemed to vanish into thin air, instantly flashing hundreds of meters away.
“Sword Saint…” The officer stared blankly at the scene, and after a moment, he came to his senses and immediately dialed a number.
Ding ding ding ding—!
The ringtone rang from Zhou Ping’s pocket. He paused, hesitated for a long time, and finally took out his phone.
“…Hello?” Zhou Ping spoke softly.
“Zhou Ping…” On the other end of the line, Ye Fan’s helpless voice came through, mixed with the sound of running water and clattering dishes, making it sound quite noisy. “Didn’t we agree? I would help you wash the dishes, and you would teach Lin Qiye and the others. Why are you running away now?”
“You know I can’t interact with others… let alone be a teacher.” Zhou Ping sighed, “Find someone else to teach them; it’s better if I just go back to washing dishes…”
“Zhou Ping,” Ye Fan said earnestly, “People need to socialize. Your swordsmanship is indeed the best in the world, but your mindset is too poor. This is your only weakness. If you can’t break through yourself, you won’t be able to shatter that barrier and reach a realm that no one has ever attained.
This time, I asked you to be their teacher not only to teach those little brats but also to help you learn something from them…
The situation in Daxia is too dangerous right now. We urgently need a pillar to support the entire Daxia. Lu Wuwei’s realm is still lacking, and I’m tied up with trivial matters, so I have no time to pursue that realm. Guan is still in seclusion, and Confucius is good at defense but not at offense.
So, Zhou Ping, you are the most hopeful person among us…”
Zhou Ping fell silent.
He stood there for a long time before slowly speaking, “Then… I’ll try again?”
“Mm.” Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, “If they bully you, just tell me, and I’ll make sure to train them hard…”
“…”
Zhou Ping silently hung up the phone, sighed deeply, and after much hesitation, dragged his suitcase back toward the warehouse.
Just as he reached the entrance, Zhou Ping’s body stiffened.
He saw Lin Qiye and the others sitting at the entrance of the warehouse, all looking up at him with strange expressions.
Then Bai Li Pangpang turned and whispered something to the others, who nodded and casually walked away in different directions, as if they hadn’t seen Zhou Ping at all.
Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and, with a stiff resolve, dragged his suitcase back into the warehouse. Just then, Lin Qiye’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Sword Saint.”
Zhou Ping paused.
“If you’re done, remember to come out for lunch,” Lin Qiye said seriously. “Today I tried making a dish of tomato stir-fried tomatoes. Please help me taste it and see how it compares to my third uncle’s.”
Zhou Ping turned back in surprise, seeing Lin Qiye’s smile. After a moment of silence, he nodded.
“Okay.”
Half an hour later.
The six of them put down their chopsticks, unable to suppress a satisfied burp.
During this time, Lin Qiye and the others tactfully avoided mentioning Zhou Ping dragging his luggage out, naturally shifting the topic to the battles they had experienced before, discussing while asking Zhou Ping for his opinions. The latter would also briefly respond, maintaining the interaction.
“After lunch, let’s start the afternoon training,” Zhou Ping glanced at the time and said.
He moved a new cardboard box from the room and placed it in front of everyone, taking out a stack of over thirty pages of bound documents and handing them to Lin Qiye.
“This is…” Lin Qiye opened the first page, stunned.
All the text inside was handwritten.
Though the handwriting wasn’t particularly beautiful, each stroke was very neat, making it pleasant to read. Each page contained about four hundred characters, filling a total of thirty pages.
“Analysis of yesterday’s practical combat,” Zhou Ping replied. “After sparring with you yesterday, I went back and analyzed each of your combat styles, strengths, and weaknesses, compiling them into an analysis report. However, I can’t use a computer, so I had to write it by hand. Some of the characters might not be very clear…”
Lin Qiye’s mouth fell open slightly as he held the thick stack of paper, unable to help but exclaim, “You… wrote so much?”
“This is just for you.”
Zhou Ping bent down and pulled out four thicker documents from the box, handing them to the others, each averaging around thirty-six pages.
Looking at the thick handwritten documents in their hands, everyone stood there in shock.
