Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly: "You are really fucking water!"

"She replied to me, Molly replied to me!"

Baili Pangpang suddenly shouted excitedly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Just go back, is it worth it for you to be so excited?" Su Yan raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully:

"Chubby, when are you going to get Molly's contact information?"

"Brother Zha and I asked for it!" Fatty Baili laughed wildly, grabbed the phone and kissed it twice, his face flushed red. "Molly said he likes me too. It turns out she's always liked me too!"

Huh? Is this such a melodramatic plot?

Everyone was no longer sleepy at that moment, and even Old Zhao couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Su Yan and Lin Qiye jumped up and moved closer to Baili Pangpang. The three of them huddled together to look at their phones.

[Molly: I like you too, Fatty, Mua~~]

"Oh, is it true?" Lin Qiye scratched his head.

Su Yan was a little puzzled. After a whole year of pursuing her in the training camp, Molly never wanted to pay attention to Baili Pangpang. How come after a year and a half of separation, she succeeded in confessing her love to him just by chatting with him for a few minutes?

It’s no wonder that Molly has such high standards. Baili Tuming was a playboy in the past. He killed hundreds of people at such a young age. He is not a good match.

"This is outrageous. What does Molly like about Pangpang? Is it that he grew up surrounded by women? Or is it that he talks about bunny girls all the time? Or is it that she simply likes his image as the landlord's silly son?" Su Yan slapped Pangpang's fat buttocks.

"Do you like this big fat ass?"

Or maybe she just likes money? Su Yan didn't say this because he felt that Molly was not that kind of girl.

"Su Yan, are you still my brother..." Baili Pangpang said aggrievedly: "I am really changing now. I don't even ask the maid to accompany me when I go home to sleep."

"She must like me as a person, and I'll prove it to you right now!"

Baili Pangpang curled his lips and nervously dialed Molly's number.

"Beep beep beep..."

When the call was connected, Baili Pangpang clutched the quilt tightly with one hand, rubbing his thumb restlessly, and asked in a low voice: "Moli, what do you like about me?"

“Kukukuku——”

There was suppressed laughter not far away, and then Shen Qingzhu's voice, covered in the quilt, came from the phone:

"I like your big fat ass~~!"

Baili Pangpang: ???

Lin Qiye: ...

Su Yan:......

The three of them looked at Shen Qingzhu's position at the same time, only to see that the quilt was shaking constantly and he was trembling with laughter.

Time stopped for more than ten seconds...

"Brother, I'm going to fight you!!!!"

Chapter 337 Zhou Ping's Martial Arts Novels

The next morning.

The ten people got up early, tidied everything, and after breakfast, sat upright, waiting for the Sword Master's humble first lesson.

Not to mention Si Xiaonan and Zhao Kongcheng, the two absolute fans, even Su Yan was full of anticipation.

In Su Yan's opinion, if we talk about the most talented person in this world, it must be Zhou Ping.

Without a master to teach him, and without joining the Night's Watch, he relied solely on a few martial arts books to see the ceiling of human strength.

Such talent is simply astonishing. If it weren't for Lin Qiye, Zhou Ping would definitely be the protagonist.

To put it another way, if a portion of Lin Qiye's or his own abilities were given to Zhou Ping, with his current strength, he would probably be able to harvest the Western gods like leeks.

The wait is two hours.

"Could it be that Senior Sword Saint overslept?" Shen Qingzhu, with a bruised face and nose, asked in a low voice.

"Absolutely not. It must be because they were wasting time in tailoring a training plan for us." Old Zhao vowed.

"His sword is cold, his blood is cold..." Si Xiaonan said with a scared face.

Su Yan sighed silently in his heart, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, then asked loudly: "Hello, printing factory? I want to print 200,000 missing person notices..."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

A figure rushed in and stood in front of everyone in a flash, scaring everyone.

"I've been preparing all the time and am a little late. Sorry." The Sword Master had a cold face and was too lazy to raise his eyes.

It is admirable that he treats students so seriously... Old Zhao showed a look that said "as expected" and stared at him closely, his expression full of respect.

I was so scared. I thought this big guy wouldn’t want to hit me, but I had already apologized... Zhou Ping didn’t even dare to raise his head and put a large cardboard box aside.

"Here are your textbooks. Each of you can take one. Take the one you like."

Sure enough, that’s the way it works... Su Yan wasn’t reserved at all and took the initiative to carry the box over to distribute the books.

"Martial arts... martial arts novel?" Lin Qiye took out a copy of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" with a confused expression.

"The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?" Cao Yuan was in a state of confusion.

"The Jade Blood Sword." Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows.

"What's this?" Baili Pangpang took the book Su Yan handed him. It had no cover, so he couldn't help but flip through it and read, "Abin's high school grades weren't ideal..."

Swish-!

A figure flashed by, and Zhou Ping snatched it away, saying in panic, "This isn't mine, it belongs to my third uncle!"

I didn't expect you to be such a swordsman. Does your third aunt know about this? Su Yan took out a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and handed it to Lin Qiye:

"You learn this, it contains the "Evil-Defeating Sword Manual."

Lin Qiye: ???

Zhao Kongcheng opened the book and after reading a few lines, some doubts arose in his mind.

What's the point of looking at this thing?

Since he became an adult, he rarely read martial arts novels.

The decisiveness and ruthlessness of pursuing a one-hit kill on the battlefield forms a stark contrast with the detailed and methodical descriptions of fighting in martial arts novels, making it difficult for him to immerse himself in the reading process.

"Senior Sword Saint, are there any mysteries in these martial arts novels?" Zhao Kongcheng asked.

"It's just an ordinary martial arts novel." Zhou Ping said expressionlessly, "What you need to do today is to learn the most powerful martial arts in the novel you have. I'll give you a whole day. Should that be enough?"

"..."

Everyone looked at him in confusion, not understanding whether this Sword Saint was serious or just playing around.

Hongying leaned forward, pursed her lips, and asked softly, "Su Yan, I've never read martial arts novels. Let me see, what's the most powerful martial art in this book?"

"The Divine Eagle?"

Su Yan frowned and said softly, "Don't read that one. It's full of cows."

"Cow? What is a cow?" Hongying asked, blinking her thick eyelashes.

Si Xiaonan: (￢_￢)

Su Yan: "Niu, it means a Taoist priest with an ox nose. In short, it is not good-looking!"

"Okay, then I'll change one~."

Si Xiaonan: (￢_￢) Three-year-old mentally retarded.

The most powerful book I have is probably "The Book of the Sunflower"... Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.

"When reading martial arts novels, you must not read them casually. You must put yourself into the character in the book and feel the character's emotions at that time. If he is in pain, you will feel pain, and if he is happy, you will feel happy. This way, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Zhou Ping spoke in a low voice, and everyone was whispering, so no one could hear what he was saying clearly.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment..." Zhou Ping said in a low voice.

"This Guillotine is not only cruel but also requires special props. Do I need to make a man-made forbidden object?"

Baili Pangpang's voice drowned out the Sword Saint's voice. Zhou Ping took a deep breath, lowered his head and stared at his toes, slowly walked out of the warehouse door, slowly squatted down against the wall, stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the ground.

One, two, three...

"I really can't... I want to turn into a broccoli."

Time passed quickly and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Ping came to inspect the results, and then found that there were no results at all...

I read the novel very seriously, but if you say I learned anything from it, it’s nothing at all!

Seeing him come back, Su Yan was worried about disturbing others, so he tiptoed to Zhou Ping and said that this method of practice had no benefits and was a bit nonsense.

"That's impossible." Zhou Ping said with a guilty conscience:

"I can always immerse myself in the role. All my sword skills are learned in the film. I don't hide anything."

"Of course I believe you have nothing to hide, I just can't find the key."

After Su Yan invited him to sit aside, he handed him a book and said, "Senior Zhou, can you relate to this passage? You try, and I'll learn from you."

"Of course, I can bring in anything."

Returning to the field he was good at, Zhou Ping suddenly became more imposing, stopped stuttering, and confidently picked up the book to read.

Then his whole body trembled——[The Deer and the Cauldron: Wei Xiaobao covered the remaining six women, kicked off his shoes, shouted, and crawled under the quilt...].

"No, no, no, no... I can't do this!" Zhou Ping was so scared that he was incoherent and almost ran away.

Is it not possible? Is it because there are too many people... Su Yan nodded and handed him another one:

"Then this part is okay, right?"

Zhou Ping looked down and continued to tremble—— [Tian Ya Ming Yue Dao: Fu Hongxue was suddenly completely naked, already shrinking and trembling... The girl's voice was like a dream, softly saying "You have always been a child. Now, I want you to become a real man, because there are some things only real men can do..."

"No, no, I can't do this either!" Zhou Ping almost peed himself and said excitedly: