Chapter 459 – Strike

　　”It says it’s a practical training, but it seems like he simply abused us a bit, not saying a word after the abuse, not even a suggestion …… ” Cao Yuan shook his head, “I’m a bit confused. ”

　　Baili Fatty nodded his head in agreement, “I also feel that Sword Saint senior’s brain circuit doesn’t seem to be quite the same as a normal person.”

　　”Which normal person would still work as a waiter after becoming a Sword Saint?”

　　”And I always feel as if he isn’t very willing to communicate with us.”

　　”I feel the same way.”

　　”He’s not a social terrorist, is he?” Baili Chubby said with an odd expression.

　　Cao Yuan glanced at him, “He’s a human ceiling, it’s normal for him to be a bit high and cold, how could he be a social terrorist?”

　　”……”

　　”Besides, which social terrorist would like to have people call him Sword Saint.” Cao Yuan added, “This kind of middle-aged title doesn’t look like something a social terrorist could take out.”

　　”But people really are Sword Saints.” Baili Fatty sighed, “Speaking of which, to have a Sword Saint exist in this era is already quite unexpected, aren’t these kinds of people usually found in ancient times or metaphysical worlds?

　　It’s hard to imagine that in a modern city full of skyscrapers, there can be a Sword Saint wearing a shirt and stepping on sneakers walking out of a local restaurant, a sword is sheathed, and the gods award his head ……

　　Isn’t this painting style very strange?

　　As for the Sword Immortal, it’s more like you can’t even think about it.”

　　”Key Saints are everywhere, where can I find a Sword Immortal?” An Qingyu coldly popped out a sentence.

　　”No matter what, Sword Saint senior is a true human ceiling, and although his personality is a bit inscrutable, his strength is real.” Lin Qiye slowly spoke, “Since Commander Ye spent so much to bring him here, he must have thought that we could learn something from him.”

　　The others nodded their heads.

　　Lin Qiye glanced at the sky and said to the crowd, “Let’s leave it at that for today, everyone go back and get some rest, without any surprises, tomorrow will also be torturous ……”

　　The next day.

　　Lin Qiye was woken up by the alarm clock and quickly got up from the bed, after washing up he walked towards the open space in the center of the warehouse.

　　Learning from yesterday’s lesson, Lin Qiye and the others specifically discussed last night and woke up earlier, they couldn’t have a human ceiling waiting to give them lessons every day.

　　But as Lin Qiye walked to the clearing, he realized that he was still naive.

　　Zhou Ping had already stood in the center of the warehouse’s open space early, holding a chicken feather duster in his hand from nowhere, concentrating on tending to the dust in the corners, he had heavy circles under his eyes, but he still looked very spirited.

　　”Good morning, …… Sword Saint Senior.” Lin Qiye looked at the time, confirming that it was still six in the morning and the sun hadn’t even fully risen outside, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

　　Zhou Ping nodded and hmmm’d.

　　Then he continued tending to the dust in the corner.

　　”You guys can get up a little later, the morning class is going to start at eight.” After cleaning one corner, Zhou Ping walked towards another corner while saying to Lin Qiye.

　　”Since it doesn’t start until eight, why are you getting up so early, senior?” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but ask.

　　Zhou Ping spoke indifferently, “When I was at the store, Third Uncle would get up early every day to prepare the ingredients, and I also had to get up early to clean up before opening for business, over the years, I’ve gotten used to it.”

　　”It’s just opening a restaurant, do you need to get up so early?”

　　”Third uncle is a person who pays attention to details, the time he spends preparing ingredients is often longer than the time he spends actually cooking, which is why he doesn’t put out a large number of dishes every day.” Zhou Ping said calmly, “In his opinion, the quality of the dishes is more important than the quantity.”

　　Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

　　Soon, several other people also arrived in the middle of the open space, and when they saw Zhou Ping who was busy, their expressions were all a bit odd. Thousands of swordsmen greeted Zhou Ping.

　　”Seven Nights, aren’t we going to help?” Cao Yuan asked suspiciously.

　　Lin Qiye shook his head, “I’ve wanted to help for a long time, but the Sword Saint senior won’t let …… me.”

　　”Then we’ll just watch from the side?”

　　”That’s the only way.”

　　Lin Qiye’s five people each carried a small mat and sat in the center of the open space, silently watching Zhou Ping’s focused and busy figure.

　　He seemed to have been very busy, and no matter what he was doing, he would put all of his spirit into this one thing, every gap between the floor tiles he had to clean until it was spotless, every bit of wall stain he had to rub until it completely disappeared, even if he rubbed it ten times in a row, twenty times in a row, thirty times in a row ……

　　It was as if he wasn’t cleaning, but carving a work of art.

　　Lin Qiye and the others stared at his figure in a daze as the light in the sky grew brighter and brighter, and the sunlight poured through the windows at the top, spilling down into the center of the open space, coating the ground with a light golden film.

　　The detergent and water vapor in the air, under the sunlight, emerged a faint seven-colored light.

　　Without realizing it, the time had already reached eight o’clock.

　　Zhou Ping lowered his sleeves, put the cleaning supplies back in their place, and walked over to Lin Qiye and the others.

　　”This morning, your training content is still reading books.” Zhou Ping slowly spoke, “However, you must read it with full concentration, substituting yourselves into the book, to carefully experience the emotions of the characters in the book, and let yourselves become him.

　　Understand?”

　　Lin Qiye and the others nodded.

　　They each took out a book from the cardboard box and returned to the small pony to read it, today, Lin Qiye picked a book called “The Laughing Pride of the Wanderer”, even though he had already read most of the book before, it didn’t stop him from reading it again.

　　As Zhou Ping said, what he wanted to do was not just read the book, but to bring himself into the characters in the book.

　　Lin Qiye took a deep breath and flipped open the title page of the book, looking down carefully.

　　Zhou Ping himself also took a copy of The Legend of the Eagle Shooting Heroes, sat down at the door of the warehouse and carefully flipped through it.

　　The entire warehouse, was quiet, with only the occasional sound of flipping 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, and his entire body was stunned in place for a long time before he came back to his senses.

　　In his heart, he had mixed feelings.

　　He had listened to Zhou Ping’s advice, substituting himself completely into the role of Linghu Chong, experiencing the ups and downs along with him, experiencing his emotions …… He had never read a novel like this before.

　　But what Zhou Ping said, the power gained from the story, he still hadn’t felt half of it.

　　Lin Qiye turned his head to look at the others and realized that they all had similar expressions, their eyes filled with helplessness.

　　They were about to say something, but they suddenly paused in place.

　　Only to see at the door of the warehouse, that figure sitting alone in the sunlight, holding a book in his hands ……

　　with tears streaming down his face.