I studied beheading in a mental institution

Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other blankly, and instead of disturbing Zhou Ping, they silently started preparing lunch.

After all the meals were put on the table, Zhou Ping finally put down the book in his hand, sat alone at the door, staring at the sky in a daze.

"That... Senior Sword Saint, it's time to eat." Lin Qiye walked to his side and whispered.

Zhou Ping came back to his senses and saw that everyone at the table was looking at him. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face. There were still some tears on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched undetectably...

He... in front of so many people... read a book and cried?

Zhou Pington stayed where he was, as if he had stopped thinking.

"Uh... Senior Sword Saint?" Seeing Zhou Ping sluggish, Lin Qiye asked cautiously.

"You, eat first." Zhou Ping suddenly stood up from the saddle, "I have something to do!"

He disappeared in a flash.

Lin Qiye froze in place, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Qiye, where did senior Juggernaut go?" Baili Pangpang, who was sitting at the table, asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, he said he has something to do."

"What could happen now...couldn't it be that some large 'mystery' appeared nearby?" Cao Yuan said with some concern.

"Qiye, why don't you use your mental power to sense it?"

Lin Qiye was stunned, "This is not good... After all, the other party is a human ceiling, so it is not polite 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 sense it, and then take it back, what if he can't find out? "

Lin Qiye hesitated.

"Actually, I also think it's better to sense it." An Qingyu nodded, "If something really happens to Senior Juggernaut, what if we can help?"

"Then... that's fine."

Lin Qiye sighed, and quietly let out his spiritual perception.

After a while, he froze in place.

"How about Qiye, did you perceive it?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

"The perception is the perception..." Lin Qiye's expression was extremely weird.

"What is he doing?"

"He, he...he seems to have run 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 taken aback when they saw Zhou Ping rushing out of it, and then quickly rushed to the middle of the road to try to stop him, but Zhou Ping's figure seemed to turn into nothingness, and several figures appeared in an instant. [-] meters.

"Master Juggernaut..." The officer stared blankly at this scene, recovered after a while, and immediately dialed a number.

Ding Ding Ding-!

The ringtone rang from Zhou Ping's pocket, he paused, and after hesitating for a long time, he still reached out and took out the phone.

"...Hello?" Zhou Ping whispered.

"Zhou Ping..." On the other end of the phone, Ye Fan's helpless voice sounded, 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 now?"

"You know, I don't know how to get along with others at all... let alone be a teacher." Zhou Ping sighed, "You can find someone to teach them, I'd better go back and wash the dishes..."

"Zhou Ping." Ye Fanyu persuaded 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 for a day. , just can't break through that layer of shackles for a day, and climb to the realm that no one has ever reached.

This time I asked you to be their teacher, not only for you to teach those little bastards, but also for you to learn something from them...

The situation in Daxia is too dangerous now, we urgently need a pillar that can support the whole Daxia, Lu Wuwei’s state is still a little bit worse, I am full of miscellaneous things, I have no time to pursue that state, and I am still in retreat, Master is good at defending but not good at attacking.

So, Zhou Ping, you are the most promising person among us..."

Zhou Ping fell silent.

He stood there for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Then I...try again?"

"Well." Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, "If they bully you, you can tell me directly, and see if I don't drill them to death..."

"..."

Zhou Ping hung up the phone silently, heaved a long sigh, struggled for a long time, dragged his suitcase and went 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, looking up at him in unison, with extremely strange expressions.

Then Baili Pangpang turned his head and said something in the ears of the other people. Everyone nodded and walked towards other places as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't seen Zhou Ping at all.

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth, dragged his suitcase and returned to the warehouse. At this moment, Lin Qiye's voice suddenly sounded.

"Senior Sword Saint."

Zhou Ping had a meal.

"When you're done with your work, remember to come out and have lunch together?" Lin Qiye said seriously, "Today I tried to make fried tomatoes with tomatoes, please help me taste it and see how it compares to Uncle San."

Zhou Ping turned around in a daze, saw the smile on Lin Qiye's face, and nodded after a moment of silence.

"it is good."

After half an hour.

The six put down the chopsticks in their hands and couldn't help belching.

During this period, Lin Qiye and the others tactfully did not mention the matter of Zhou Ping dragging his luggage out just now, but naturally changed the topic to the several battles he had experienced before, and asked Zhou Ping's opinion while discussing, and the latter I will also say a few words briefly and keep interacting.

"After dinner, let's start training in the afternoon." Zhou Ping looked at the time and said.

He moved out a new cardboard box from the room, placed it in front of everyone, took out a stack of more than 30 pages of bound documents, and handed it to Lin Qiye.

"This is..." Lin Qiye froze in place as he turned the first page.

All text here is handwritten.

Although these words are not very beautiful, they are very neat and neat, and it is very comfortable for people to read. There are about 400 words on each page, covering a full [-] pages.

"Analysis of actual combat yesterday." Zhou Ping replied, "After fighting with you yesterday, I went back and analyzed each of you's fighting styles, strengths and weaknesses, and summarized them into an analysis report, but I don't know how to use a computer, so I can only write it by hand. Some words may not be very clear..."

Lin Qiye opened his mouth slightly. He touched the thick stack of paper in his hand and couldn't help but ask, "You... wrote so much?"

"It's just yours."

Zhou Ping bent down and took out four thicker documents from the cardboard box, and handed them to other people respectively. The average number of pages was about 36 pages.

Looking at the thick handwritten document in their hands, everyone froze in place.