Chapter 4: Trouble in the Sword Washing Pond
Ning Fusang looked like he was listening quietly to the instruction. To put it bluntly, the anger in Yu Wanwu's heart was suddenly suppressed.
He gave an ultimatum: "The three-year punishment has passed. When the new disciples start, you must go to class with them!"
"Ning Fusang." Yu Wanwu's voice was dull, but it could be heard that his tone had softened a lot, "The fact that you choose to join the Nanxing Sword Sect means that you want to learn swordsmanship in your heart. Since you want to learn swordsmanship, learn it hard and don't waste it. own talent.”
"Except for a few of the disciples who joined the sect in the same batch as you, they are all already at the second level of cultivation. At this time, the gap in realm is small, and they can still catch up. When the gap becomes bigger and bigger, if you want to catch up again, The hard work required is far beyond what can be seen at a glance today.”
After Yu Wanwu finished speaking, Ning Fusang said calmly:
"Disciple understands that I will go to class with them from now on."
"I hope you really understand." Yu Wanwu sighed, put his hands behind his back and left.
Ning Fusang withdrew his gaze and walked towards the sword-washing pool.
Disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect will all use black iron swords before entering the inner gate. After class every day, these swords will be sent to the sword washing pool, and the handyman disciples will be responsible for cleaning.
Ning Fusang was punished to the sword washing pool three years ago. She has washed countless swords, and now, even with her eyes closed, she can wash the swords clearly.
Bang Dang——!
A rusty iron sword was thrown onto the mountain of swords in Ning Fusang's hand, and the unstable long swords jingled and scattered on the floor.
Some iron swords slipped into the sword washing pool and splashed water stains all over Ning Fusang.
She opened her eyes and looked at the person throwing the sword with cold eyes.
Opposite the sword pool was a girl in plain white cloth. She grinned and mocked in her eyes: "My hand slipped and I threw the sword crookedly. Junior Sister Ning shouldn't care about me, right?"
After something like this happened, the other handyman disciples could no longer concentrate on washing their swords. The sound of sharpening swords by the pool suddenly stopped.
Ning Fusang's face was as cold as frost, and everyone was afraid that the two of them would start a fight on the spot, so they held their breath and did not dare to take a breath.
The atmosphere was solemn, but Ning Fusang suddenly smiled.
Everyone's nervous hearts shrank suddenly.
Ning Fusang made a sword gesture with his fingers together, and the rusty iron sword flew into his hand, waded through the water, and pierced the girl's left shoulder.
"Naturally, I will make a calculation." Ning Fusang's voice was light and he looked at her sideways, "I, Ning Fusang, will retaliate. Did you know this on the first day?"
He let go of his sword and walked straight out.
A gust of sword wind struck Ning Fusang's cheek. The girl didn't even care about the wound on her shoulder, and stabbed Ning Fusang in the heart with her sword.
Ning Fusang's eyes turned cold, and he summoned an iron sword and blocked it in front of him.
Zhila!
Sparks fly!
The long swords intersect, and the sound of the golden sword echoes inside the cliff.
"Knowing that Ning Fusang has a bad temper, why does Cai Lian keep provoking her!"
In the previous incident, it was not that everyone had not seen who took the initiative to cause trouble. Now when they saw the two fighting directly in the sword washing pool, they could not help but feel resentful.
They were making such a fuss and wasting everyone's time. When could all the swords be washed? He wanted to finish washing the swords early and go to practice.
Originally, as a handyman disciple, I didn't have much time to practice.
Someone had a vague impression: "It seems that Cai Lian had a rift with Ning Fusang when they were still at the outer gate."
"The two of them didn't join the sect in the same class, right? How could there be any discord in the outer sect?"
Someone remembers this clearly: "Cai Lian got started eight years ago, and Ning Fusang started three years ago."
"Cai Lian was in poor condition during the outer sect competition and failed to achieve good results. He became an inner sect disciple and continued to stay in the outer sect. All new disciples were assigned to the outer sect. It should have been that time Lived discord.”
"No matter what the grudge between the two of them is, Ning Fusang went too far by directly hurting someone." "Cai Lian just threw a sword and didn't hurt her, so why hold on to it like this?"
"If Cai Lian hadn't insisted on provoking Ning Fusang, would Ning Fusang have an issue with her? Give her a lesson so that she can remember it long enough to avoid unrest in the Sword Washing Pond."
Everyone listened to the last half of the sentence, and the few people who helped Cai Lian said nothing more.
They just want to wash their swords quietly, and it's best if nothing happens on weekdays.
The sword shadows were confusing, and someone couldn't help but say:
"Cai Lian has been here for eight years, can Ning Fusang beat her?"
One person sneered: "Cai Lian has been in the outer sect for a few years, and Ning Fusang was punished to the sword washing pool not long after joining the sect. How could she beat Cai..."
Before the last word was uttered, the winner was already known.
Cai Lian's sword was blown away, and he fell into the cold sword-washing pool, covered in embarrassment.
"Ning Fusang actually won?"
Many people were surprised by this result, but the facts were in front of them and they couldn't help but not believe it.
Clang——
The long sword was thrown to the ground. When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Ning Fusang walking out, so they stopped her.
"Junior sister Ning, where are you going? There are still swords that haven't been washed yet."
If she leaves, so many swords will be distributed to other people.
This is not okay.
The man shook his head inwardly.
Ning Fusang didn't even look back: "I won't wash my sword today."
She left calmly, leaving everyone in the same place a little confused.
"Ning Fusang just left like this?"
"She doesn't wash her sword anymore?"
"This is a complete disregard for the sect's rules. Ning Fusang is acting too arrogantly!"
"Hmph, if Ning Fusang knew the rules, how could he be punished to wash the sword in the sword pool!"
"She just dropped her burden and left today. I must tell Deacon Mo!"
Everyone was filled with indignation and did not notice the arrival of a middle-aged female cultivator in black robes.
The female cultivator glanced around, her brows furrowed, but she had more important things to do now, and it was not too late for her to ask about these things later.
Hearing everyone talking about Ning Fusang, the female cultivator asked, "Are you talking about Ning Fusang? I happen to have something to ask her about. Where is she?"
Everyone stood up quickly and said in unison: "I have seen Deacon Mo."
Someone immediately looked up and replied: "Deacon Qi, Ning Fusang left just now and said she would not wash the sword anymore."
Mo Guihua frowned, thinking that since Ning Fusang left the Sword Washing Pond, she must have known that the head master had spared her punishment, but she didn't expect that her information was better than hers.
Mo Guihua looked at the messy field with a stern look and an angry voice: "What are these scattered swords and traces of fighting?"
Someone told the story in detail, without taking any side. Cai Lian's face turned pale. She knelt down on the ground and defended herself: "The disciple just wanted to throw the sword to Jin Xue, but I didn't expect it." I wasn't accurate enough and accidentally bumped into the pile of swords in Ning Fusang's hands. Please be aware that Cai Lian had no intention of causing trouble!"
The girl named Jin Xue, Cai Lian's little sister, stood up after hearing this: "Deacon Mo Mingjian, Cai Lian really just wanted to give me the sword. It was Ning Fusang who stabbed Cai Lian first, and then Cai Lian came out." The sword fights back."
Mo Guihua had worked hard in the sect to reach her current position. She had seen too many frame-ups and schemes, and she could see through Cai Lian's tricks at a glance.
(End of chapter)