kingnovel Chapter 368: The Sword Master’s Instruction Is Difficult to Understand
Chapter 368: The Sword Master’s Instruction Is Difficult to Understand
The bonfire crackled, tearing a warm yellow hole in the night.
Cao Yuanhai rubbed his aching arm and complained in a muffled voice, "Tell me, what else can Sword Master Zhou do in this combat training besides beating people up?"
"The whole thing was like watching a monkey show. We didn't learn a thing."
Fatty Baili echoed as he applied ointment to his face, "That's right! I think he's using us as punching bags to practice his skills!"
"This isn't teaching, it's torture! How about we all pretend to be sick tomorrow? Look at my face, it's swollen like a pig's head!"
Cao Yuanhai glanced at Baili Pang'er's face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He suppressed his laughter and said, "With your physique, can you deceive the Sword Master by pretending to be sick? Stop it, and think about how to get the real thing out of him."
Fatty Baili stroked his chin, thinking: "I feel that Sword Saint Zhou may have some social barriers. You see, besides practicing swordsmanship, he usually does
"If he doesn't pay attention to anyone, he might be a social phobic."
"Bullshit!" Cao Yuanhai retorted directly,
He's a sword master! A master of his generation! How could he be socially anxious? I think it's you who's socially anxious, right? "
The two of them argued back and forth, their faces red and ears flushed, and the atmosphere around them became a lot more relaxed.
An Yuqing hugged her knees, listened quietly, and suddenly said: "Key Saints are everywhere, but where can I find the Sword Immortal..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Fatty Baili scratched his head and said, "An Yuqing, what do you mean by that?"
An Yuqing slowly raised her head," she said, then lowered her head again and continued to stare at the flames in front of her.
"Made it mysterious."
Baili Pang'er curled his lips and then changed the topic to the Sword Saint.
"Come to think of it, Sword Saint Zhou seemed to cry when he was reading that book today? I really don't understand."
"Yeah, she cried like a tearful person..." Cao Yuanhai also wondered, "What kind of book is this that makes people cry so much?"
Everyone looked at each other, and they all felt that the Sword Master was particularly weird today.
Wu Hen stood up at this time, stretched himself, and let out a meaningful chuckle.
"In that case, let's give it a try..." Wu Hen said softly, his voice low and with a hint of ambiguity.
He turned around and slowly walked towards Zhou Ping'er's room. His back was stretched out in the firelight, as if carrying some unknown power.
Wu Hen walked to Zhou Ping'er's room and knocked on the door gently.
"Senior Sword Saint, excuse me for disturbing you."
Zhou Ping'er's low voice came from inside the room: "Come in."
Wu Hen pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Zhou Ping'er sitting upright, still holding the book that had brought him to tears.
Wu Hen's lips curled up into a playful smile: "Senior Sword Saint, are you still studying the secrets of love?"
Zhou Ping'er looked up at Wu Hen, but ignored his teasing and handed the book over: "Take a look."
Wu Hen took the book and flipped through a few pages. The book was full of lingering love stories.
He closed the book with a look of disgust: "This kind of whining novel is only good for fooling young girls who are not familiar with the world."
"You do not understand."
Zhou Ping'er shook her head. "The emotions contained in this are far deeper than you can imagine."
"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." Wu Hen raised his eyebrows with interest.
Zhou Ping'er sighed and said slowly, "Love is the most difficult word to understand. Love and hate are entangled, life and death depend on each other, what are the feelings involved?"
"How can it be explained in just a few words?"
Wu Hen looked at him with a half-smile: "So, Senior Sword Saint, are you...experiencing life?"
Zhou Ping'er did not answer, but silently picked up the sword, walked into the yard, and began to practice sword.
Under the moonlight, his swordsmanship was graceful and agile, yet filled with an indescribable sadness.
Wu Hen looked at his back and thought to himself, "This guy is really not simple."
At this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded: "Ding! Triggering the hidden mission: Explore the secrets of the Sword Master. Mission reward: A mysterious gift package."
Wu Hen curled his lips: "Interesting."
The next morning, Wu Hen woke up before dawn.
He walked out of the room, only to find that Zhou Ping'er had gotten up earlier than him and was busy in the kitchen.
"Hey, Senior Sword Saint, are you changing your career to become a chef?" Wu Hen joked.
Zhou Ping'er replied without even looking up, "Classes start at eight this morning."
Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other, both confused.
They clearly remembered Zhou Ping'er saying yesterday that there were no classes in the morning?
"Uh...Senior Sword Saint, what are you doing..." Lin Qiye asked tentatively.
Zhou Ping'er brought the prepared breakfast to the table and said calmly, "I go to the small restaurant in town every morning to help out and earn some extra money."
"Earn extra money?" Wu Hen and Lin Qiye were even more confused. A dignified Sword Master actually needed to earn extra money?
Zhou Ping'er seemed to see through their confusion and explained, "The proprietress of the small restaurant is an old friend of mine."
Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other, and a hint of curiosity arose in their hearts.
This senior swordsman seems to be hiding a lot of secrets.
"In that case, let us help too." Wu Hen volunteered.
"No need, you guys just rest." Zhou Ping'er rejected their kindness.
Wu Hen didn't force him, but just sat quietly by the side, watching Zhou Ping'er busy herself.
"Ding! Task prompt: Observe the interaction between Zhou Ping'er and the proprietress." The system's voice sounded again.
Wu Hen's mouth corners rose slightly. It seemed that this task was more interesting than he had imagined.
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the yard...
The footsteps outside the yard were getting closer and closer. After a while, Cao Yuanhai, Baili Panger and An Yuqing came in one after another.
They saw Wu Hen and Lin Qiye already sitting at the breakfast table, while Zhou Ping'er was busy preparing breakfast, and they couldn't help but look at each other.
"Hey, Senior Sword Saint, have you started practicing cooking so early?" Cao Yuanhai teased, his voice sounding particularly loud in the quiet of the early morning.
Fatty Baili touched his face, which was red and swollen from being beaten last night. He looked frightened and muttered softly, "That beating yesterday almost knocked my jaw off."
Zhou Ping'er didn't even raise her head, but said calmly, "Classes start at eight this morning."
These sudden words startled the four people, especially Lin Qiye, who had a vague feeling that the Sword Master's behavior today was a little unusual.
"Didn't you say there were no classes in the morning?" Lin Qiye asked tentatively, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
Zhou Ping'er brought the prepared breakfast to the table and said calmly, "I go to the small restaurant in town every morning to help out and earn some extra money."
His words made the four people even more confused. A dignified Sword Master actually needed to make extra money?
"To make extra money?" Wu Hen smiled.
Zhou Ping'er ignored his teasing and continued, "The proprietress of the small restaurant is an old friend of mine."
Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other, and a hint of curiosity arose in their hearts.
This senior swordsman seems to be hiding a lot of secrets.
"In that case, let's come and help." Wu Hen volunteered, hoping to find something from the interaction between Zhou Ping'er and the proprietress.
"No need, you guys just rest." Zhou Ping'er calmly rejected their proposal.
Everyone had no choice but to bring a few small stools and sit aside to watch Zhou Ping'er clean.
Zhou Ping'er's movements were focused and meticulous, as if every brush and every broom carried a sense of ritual.
His figure appeared particularly tall in the early morning sunlight. Everyone couldn't help but stare at him intently, and the whole atmosphere became unusually quiet.
Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, it was already eight o'clock.
Zhou Ping'er put down the broom, turned around and looked at everyone, and said calmly, "Today's training content is to read books, put yourself in the role, and experience emotions."
Everyone looked at each other, filled with doubts.
Zhou Ping'er's expression was very serious. He said slowly, "The emotions in the book are far more profound than you can imagine."
Wu Hen smiled slightly, stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Then let us experience the charm of this whining novel together."
After saying that, he picked up the book and sat on the small stool. Others followed suit, and the air was filled with an inexplicable tension and anticipation.
Zhou Ping'er nodded slightly.
Just then, a light breeze blew, and the leaves swayed gently, as if telling some unfinished story.
Everyone dispersed, found a comfortable corner, and started to read.
Wu Hen immediately set his sights on the copy of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer on the bookshelf, thinking to himself, "Linghu Chong, this kid is really lucky. I wonder if I can learn some techniques to seduce girls from him."
A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sat down on the ground, turned the pages of the book, and began to read with relish.
Lin Qiye chose a thick book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". He adjusted his glasses and began to study carefully.
Cao Yuanhai and Baili Pang'er huddled together, whispering about which book was more interesting.
An Yuqing selected a collection of poems and flipped through it quietly.
Time passed minute by minute, and the yard was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning and the sound of birds singing in the distance.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled spots of light, shining on everyone's face, highlighting their focused expressions.
A few hours later, Wu Hen was the first to close the book. He stretched and yawned, looking unsatisfied: "Tsk tsk, this Linghu Chong, he really is a romantic."
He turned to look at Lin Qiye,
"How's it going? Did you learn any tricks from Zhuge Liang?"
Lin Qiye put the book down, rubbed his brow, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't feel anything. Apart from feeling that the Three Kingdoms is a mess, I don't have any special insights."
Others also said that they did not feel any special power.
Cao Yuanhai even complained, "What's up with Sword Saint Zhou? He's telling us to become stronger by reading books? That's bullshit!"
Just as everyone was talking, the door creaked open.
Zhou Ping'er came out, still holding the book in his hands, but at this moment,
His face was covered with tears and his eyes were red, as if he had just experienced a heart-wrenching farewell.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this.
"Senior Sword Saint, what are you doing..." Lin Qiye asked cautiously.
Zhou Ping'er didn't answer. She just walked silently to the front of the crowd, handed the book in her hand to Wu Hen, and said in a hoarse voice: "You... take another look..."
Wu Hen took the book and opened it with a puzzled look on his face, only to see a few big words written on the page: Sunflower Manual.
Wu Hen: “…”