HLnovel Chapter 364: The Sword Master's Teachings Shock the World
Chapter 364: The Sword Master's Teachings Shock the World
Zhou Ping'er gently waved the sword in her hand, and the long sword was like ice breaking, and a series of fine sword sounds rang out in the air.
Lin Qiye, Cao Yuanhai, Wu Hen and Jia Lan'er all held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tip of the sword in his hand.
Wu Hen said jokingly, "Sword Saint? That's quite a title. We need to take a closer look to see if you're just getting the title."
Zhou Ping'er smiled slightly, her eyes flickering with subtle meaning. "Don't worry, I'll show you a true sword master."
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ping'er's eyes suddenly focused, and she looked towards a corner of the warehouse. Her brows slightly furrowed, and she said softly, "It seems that we have guests."
Everyone felt nervous when they heard this.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuanhai exchanged a glance, while Wu Hen excitedly said, "Come on, let's see the true strength of this Sword Saint. This is interesting!"
Zhou Ping'er turned around slowly, her eyes sharp as if she was looking for something.
At this moment, Ye Faner walked in from outside with a tired smile: "You are here, Master Sword Saint is already helping us clean up."
Everyone was immediately surprised. Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask, "Commander Ye, what's the price for inviting the Sword Saint?"
Ye Faner smiled slightly and pointed to a corner of the warehouse: "Look, Master Sword Saint is cleaning."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked forward and saw Zhou Ping'er holding a mop and mopping the floor seriously.
Lin Qiye said hesitantly, "Master Sword Saint, you are of such a high status, why do you bother to do these things yourself?"
Zhou Ping'er smiled lightly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes: "Others can't do these things cleanly."
He waved his hand casually, and the ground suddenly became as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of dust.
Wu Hen said with a smile, "Master Sword Saint, your skills are unmatched by ordinary people. However, how can we students just sit back and watch?"
Zhou Ping'er smiled calmly and shook her head. "Let me handle these matters. Your first priority is to study."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen reluctantly retreated back to the crowd, their hearts filled with doubts.
Wu Hen looked at Zhou Ping'er's figure, a playful smile on his lips: "This sword master has quite a personality."
Zhou Ping'er continued to mop the floor, as if everything was under his control.
Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, gently put down the mop, turned around and looked at everyone: "Okay, students, we can start class."
Everyone suddenly felt a tense and expectant atmosphere.
Zhou Ping'er took out a few textbooks from her pocket and threw them casually. The books fell accurately into everyone's hands.
Lin Qiye opened the book in his hand and was surprised to find that it was a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", while the one in Wu Hen's hand was a copy of "The Legend of Zhen Huan".
"Master Sword Saint, what is going on?" Lin Qiye asked with some confusion.
Zhou Ping'er smiled slightly, with a hint of mystery in her eyes:
"Books are just tools. What's important is your state of mind. Today's lesson will be beyond your imagination."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Ping'er picked up "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and waved it gently. A breeze blew by, and the book seemed to have some kind of magic.
The "Legend of Zhen Huan" in Wu Hen's hand suddenly emitted a faint light, which surprised everyone.
At this moment, Fatty Baili couldn't help but ask, "Master Sword Saint, will it shorten our lives if we mop the floor like this?"
When Zhou Ping'er heard this, her eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
He whispered, "Nothing in this world is absolute. The wonderful things have just begun."
At this moment, Fatty Baili couldn't help but ask, "Master Sword Saint, will it shorten our lives if we mop the floor like this?"
His words caused everyone to laugh, but Wu Hen said seriously: "Don't be superstitious. The Sword Saint has his reasons for doing this."
When Zhou Ping'er heard this, her eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
He whispered, "Nothing in this world is absolute."
Cao Yuanhai observed Zhou Ping'er's palms and found that they were rough, as if caused by years of sword practice.
He whispered to An Yuqing, "Look, the Sword Saint's palms are so rough. He must have been practicing with the sword."
An Yuqing shook her head and said sharply, "Look carefully, these rough marks are more like those left by doing housework."
"There may be other reasons behind this."
Everyone's curiosity was completely aroused, and they all speculated about Zhou Ping'er's true identity and the story behind it.
At this moment, Zhou Ping'er suddenly put away her smile, slowly raised the book "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" in her hand, and said softly, "Today's class starts here."
Before he finished speaking, an invisible force suddenly flew out of the book, locking everyone's attention.
Zhou Ping'er smiled gently and turned the pages of the book in her hand, as if telling an unknown secret.
Lin Qiye looked at Zhou Ping'er's rough hands and couldn't help asking, "Master Sword Saint, are these hands... trained by constant work?"
Wu Hen added in a strange voice, "That's right. The calluses and the lines on them show that he's a master who can travel the world with just a mop."
Zhou Ping'er smiled faintly: "This is my job."
"Work?"
Lin Qiye was confused. "Where... do you work?"
Zhou Ping'er pointed outside the door and said, "Third uncle's home-cooked meal."
Everyone looked at each other, and the air suddenly became quiet.
Third uncle's home cooking?
Isn’t that the little restaurant on the corner?
A dignified sword master actually works in a small restaurant?
Wu Hen felt like his brain was about to stop working.
"Wait, let me sort it out,"
Wu Hen put on a surprised expression.
"So, Sword Master, you're working as a waiter at my third uncle's restaurant?"
Zhou Ping'er nodded calmly, "Yes."
Wu Hen felt that his worldview had been greatly impacted. Isn't this plot too absurd?
He looked at Lin Qiye and found that he also had a confused look on his face.
"Commander Ye,"
Lin Qiye turned to Ye Faner,
"What price did you pay to invite the Sword Saint?"
Zhou Ping'er coughed lightly. "I asked for leave on my own. Commander Ye is covering for me at the restaurant."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to be struck by lightning and stood there in a state of shock.
The Sword Master took a leave to attend classes, and the Commander went to work in a restaurant?
What kind of magical operation is this?
Wu Hen's system suddenly popped up:
[Trigger hidden mission: Explore the mystery of the Sword Saint's work]
[Quest Reward: Unique Sword Technique "Mop Eighteen Styles"]
The corner of Wu Hen's mouth twitched. What kind of strange tasks were these?
Zhou Ping'er looked at everyone's dazed expressions and smiled slightly: "Okay, students, let's continue the class."
He picked up "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and turned to a page where it was clearly written "If you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself."
Wu Hen gasped. This plot was getting more and more outrageous...
The scene changed, and the kitchen of my third uncle's home-cooked meals was filled with steam and smoke.
Ye Faner rolled up her sleeves and was scrubbing the greasy plate vigorously, splashing water all over her face.
The third uncle crossed his arms, looked at her with a squint, a cigarette between his lips, and said with disdain: "I say, Commander Ye, you wash the dishes slower than a snail!"
"My small shop is too small to support a great god like you."
Ye Faner gnashed her teeth, but she didn't dare to slow down her movements. She silently said to herself, "If these brats don't learn anything, I'll break their legs one by one when I get back!"
On the other side, in the warehouse, everyone gathered in a circle and the atmosphere was high.
Zhou Ping'er put down the mop, clapped her hands, and smiled slightly: "Okay, classmates, class is about to begin."
"The textbooks are over there, take them yourself." He pointed to a cardboard box in the corner.
Everyone suddenly became excited, rubbing their hands and rushing towards the cardboard box with great anticipation.
Lin Qiye was the first to open the box, but what caught his eye was not some secret sword manual.
Instead, it was a bunch of colorful martial arts novels, such as "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"...
There is even a copy of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" with a bright red cover!
"What the hell? What the hell is this?"
Baili Pang'er looked confused. He picked up a copy of The Return of the Condor Heroes, flipped through a few pages, and scratched his head.
"Master Sword Saint, are you sure this is a textbook? Not a novel for us to read?"
Wu Hen also picked up a copy of "The Legend of Zhen Huan". The ladies on the cover were all dressed up.
He raised his eyebrows at Jia Lan'er with a smirk on his face: "Oh, this book is good, it suits you very well."
Zhou Ping'er was quick-witted and snatched the "Legend of Zhen Huan" from Wu Hen's hand.
He coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Ahem, this is the wrong book. This book is not suitable for you."
He casually stuffed the book behind him, as if hiding some shameful secret.
Everyone looked at each other, even more confused and puzzled. What on earth was this Sword Master up to?
Zhou Ping'er cleared her throat, picked up a copy of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and a mysterious smile played on her lips. "Today's class begins here..."
He turned the pages of the book, his eyes deep, as if telling an unknown secret, and then stopped abruptly.