Chapter 15 Red Plum Hair Pulled
While talking, a young man with a good appearance came over.
He came to Gu Pingsheng and bowed slightly: "Disciple Liang Heng has met Master."
Gu Pingsheng waved his hand to signal him to stand up, and Yang Ruo couldn't wait to ask: "Brother, where are the table and water?"
Liang Heng smiled slightly and pointed to the storage bag hanging on his waist, a pear wood desk and a bucket of clear spring, which appeared on the ground.
Gu Pingsheng raised his eyes and took a quick look: "Is the water from the Falling Spirit Spring inside?"
Liang Heng nodded, but added: "Master, don't worry, I only put four drops in, it won't have much impact."
He knew that the master asked these junior brothers and sisters to run circles to exercise their endurance and physical strength. If they drank the pure spring water mixed with too much spiritual spring water, the purpose would not be achieved.
Liang Heng was always thorough in his work, and Gu Pingsheng said nothing.
The two disciples stood behind them, one on the left and the other on the right, watching the junior brothers and sisters running in circles with great interest, with no intention of leaving.
"Ahem——"
Gu Pingsheng coughed twice. Liang Heng and Yang Ruo understood what their master meant and said in unison: "Disciple, please leave."
The morning fog has cleared, and the bright spring light pours down, shining on Chaoyangfeng Square, covering the ground with a warm golden glow.
At this time, there were not many disciples active in the square. After the morning exercises, they all went to class to practice or to do sect tasks.
The handyman disciples moved the sword rack in the inner square, recovered the black iron sword, and sent it to the sword washing pool.
Gu Pingsheng leaned back and lay on the wooden chair, closed his eyes and rested, enjoying a half-day of leisure.
The years are quiet, except for the new disciples, who are breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
"It's only the eleventh lap, and I'm almost dying...so tired!"
"I'm so thirsty and want to drink water!" Someone's face turned pale, his mouth was chapped, and he swallowed.
"Master Gu put the water there, so we can drink water to quench our thirst on the way, right?" A young man sweating profusely, his eyes shining as if he had seen some unparalleled treasure.
Just run half a circle and there will be water!
The young man took a deep breath and finally could lift his heavy legs again.
Ruan Sanniang pursed her lips, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
At this time, a breathless voice sounded from the side: "Save it, don't forget what Master Gu said in the morning."
Xu Jianjia's figure passed by Ruan Sanniang.
After carefully recalling what Xu Jianjia just said, Ruan Sanniang suddenly realized.
Master Gu said that twenty laps allowed one to rest for a cup of tea, and fifty laps allowed one to rest for a quarter of an hour. Among all the people, only Senior Sister Ning was about to complete twenty laps.
The snow-white fluff on the clothes has been twisted together, and it no longer looks so light and ethereal.
Ning Fusang raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, wiped it on her outer coat, and unbuttoned it while running.
When passing by Gu Pingsheng, she took off her coat, held it in her hands, and shouted lightly: "Master Gu, I have finished twenty laps."
Gu Pingsheng hummed and said, "Get some rest."
Ning Fusang folded her coat and placed it under the pear wood table. Her clothes were thin and when the wind blew, her whole body felt cool, and the hot feeling against her flesh disappeared.
"Master Gu." Ning Fusang called him again, and Gu Pingsheng lazily opened his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
Ning Fusang said: "Master, please give me another wrist iron ring."
Gu Pingsheng sat up slightly and stared at Ning Fusang for a moment. Seeing her serious expression, he said, "My original intention is to train your right wrist strength and lay the foundation for holding a sword in the future, so I only prepared a hanging wrist iron ring. If you still want one, come and pick it up in class tomorrow.”
Gu Pingsheng hooked his fingers and poured a drop of spring water into the cup. He handed it to Ning Fusang: "Drink some water and take it slow." "Thank you, Master Gu."
The water from the clear spring is sweet and refreshing. Drinking it into the belly will nourish the heart and spleen and restore some of the spirit and state.
Ning Fusang returned the cup and stood in front of the pear tree: "Master Gu, the student has one more request."
Gu Pingsheng said concisely and concisely: "Say."
"Students want to incorporate the fifty lap rest period into the twenty lap rest period, and then there will be no rest."
Ning Fusang's black hair stuck to the back of her neck and was wet, as if it had been washed with water, which made her very uncomfortable.
Gu Pingsheng looked at her carefully: "Do you know what it means to run eighty laps without taking a break? Even if you are at the peak of the first level, you will not be able to do well."
Ning Fusang said half-jokingly: "Disciples like this feeling of being exhausted and hanging on by a thread but having a great time."
Gu Pingsheng: "..."
She smiled softly and gave another reason: "The student wanted to get something, but the cup of tea given by Master Gu was not enough time."
Gu Pingsheng said with a half-smile, "So, is it my fault?"
Ning Fusang immediately shook his head: "Students don't dare."
"Humph." Gu Pingsheng snorted coldly and waved her away, "Remember to come back in a quarter of an hour. Don't think about me letting you rest until you finish eighty laps."
Ning Fusang Yingying bowed and left Chaoyang Peak Square.
The other disciples were confused.
"It's time for a cup of tea, why doesn't she keep running laps?"
"Master Gu probably told her to do something else. I just saw her talking to Master Gu for a while."
"She finished twenty laps so quickly, it's amazing."
"This is because we haven't started practicing yet, so it seems to be extremely difficult. If we also have cultivation, we may not be slower than her."
"But since she has cultivation, why would she practice with us new disciples? This is too unfair. The starting lines are all different."
"I've only been in the sect for three days, how could I know these things."
"The sect has arranged it this way, just obey it."
"It's better to talk less and save your energy. Otherwise, you may not be able to complete a hundred laps even after the sun goes down."
"..."
A quarter of an hour ago, Ning Fusang came back.
She was dressed in thin blue clothes and white clothes, which made her slim and slim, revealing a cold temperament of ice, snow and plum blossoms.
Ning Fusang's black hair, which was half pulled up and half down, was pulled up with a branch of red plum, revealing her slender and graceful neck, which immediately made her feel refreshed.
According to the secular rules, only women can wear their hair, but after entering the immortal sect, these rules can be discarded, not to mention that Ning Fusang is not a stickler for rules.
After all the hair is pulled up, it feels much cooler immediately, and the neck will no longer feel stuffy due to the hair sticking to it.
Because she only had a quarter of an hour and didn't have time to go back to Wuyuan to get the hairpin, Ning Fusang went to the cliff and broke off a branch of red plum to tie her hair.
She returned to the team and ran circles, ignoring those probing glances.
Ruan Sanniang has very secular concepts, but she doesn't think too much about it. Although she has only been in contact with Ning Fusang for three days, she has already deeply understood Ning Fusang's own way of doing things.
(End of chapter)