Chapter 32 The New Year is gone, but the green summer is still clear
Yang Ruo immediately perked up his ears and looked at Gu Pingsheng eagerly, hoping that his master would be kinder.
Gu Pingsheng leaned back and leaned on the rocking chair, swaying leisurely and tapping his fingers on the armrest, as if thinking.
"Go ask Ning Fusang." Gu Pingsheng paused slightly and looked sideways at Yang Ruo, "You can run as many laps as she runs."
"Ah?" Yang Ruo touched the back of his head, not understanding the master's will. However, he always respected his master and bowed his hands slightly: "Disciple, I obey."
"Well, go ahead." Gu Pingsheng waved his hand and stood back.
Looking at the back of Junior Brother running laps, Liang Heng asked: "Master, why did you let Junior Brother Yang Ruo run laps with Junior Sister Ning?"
If the master just wanted to punish Junior Brother Yangruo corporally and make him suffer a little, so that he would have a better memory, he could have clearly stated how many laps he was asked to run.
Gu Pingsheng looked far away, looking at the stacked peaks, and said calmly: "When Ning Fusang killed Chen Ming, the scene was too bloody, and it left a deep shadow on the young Yang Ruo. Subconsciously, he was afraid Ning Fusang.”
"If he has more contact with Ning Fusang, he will know that she is not that scary, and the shadow in his heart will naturally fade a lot."
He told his disciple: "Fear will be magnified by one's own fantasies, and the more one understands fear itself, the smaller the space for fantasies becomes."
If Yang was his disciple, he would naturally consider his future smooth path and kill the demons and nightmares in advance.
"Besides, Yang Ruo, this little brat, offended Ning Fusang by speaking out loud. Let Ning Fusang decide the number of laps he runs and let her vent her anger."
But it was obvious that when he said this, Gu Pingsheng was much more relaxed. Obviously, the latter reason was secondary.
After thinking for a while, Liang Heng asked: "Master, do you think that Junior Sister Ning was completely right about what happened back then?"
Gu Pingsheng closed his eyes and rested his mind: "Looking through the rules of the Nanxing Sword Sect, did she violate any of them?"
"If she made a mistake because she killed someone in a life-and-death battle, doesn't it mean that the sect's rules are wrong, and the person who made this sect's rule is also wrong?"
Liang Heng was frightened when he heard this, and reminded him: "Master, even though you are an elder of the sect, you should not make irresponsible remarks about the ancestors of Yaohua."
Gu Pingsheng opened his eyelids lazily: "I'm not an old fool yet."
He sat up, looked at the students running around in the square, and said leisurely: "In the final analysis, although love is important, law is greater than love. Ning Fusang is very smart. The smartest thing about her is that she can do whatever she wants. Don’t break the rules.”
"Being able to do this means that she has memorized all the rules of the Nanxing Sword Sect."
Gu Pingsheng looked at Liang Heng: "Do you know all the various rules and regulations in the sect?"
Liang Heng shook his head angrily.
The Nanxing Sword Sect is such a large sect. If we count them down, there are at least tens of thousands of sect rules. How could he remember so many things in his head.
"Master, do you think Junior Sister Ning will run a few more laps because of this punishment you gave Junior Brother Yang Ruo?"
Gu Pingsheng asked instead: "What do you think?"
Liang Heng said: "Disciple doesn't know."
On the other side, Yang Ruo's face was flushed and he was out of breath after running two laps.
He finally knew how painful it was to have no spiritual power.
Ning Fusang slowed down, turned around, and smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, when will you be able to complete two hundred laps at this speed?"
"Two, two hundred laps?" Yang Ruo was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw, and his tone was trembling, "Junior sister Ning, Ning, isn't the task that master assigns to you every day, one hundred and twenty laps?"
He clearly remembered that when he first came to the square to watch everyone run laps, the master said to give Junior Sister Ning twenty extra laps. Ning Fusang had a puzzled look on his face: "Senior brother, does he have a bad memory? These few times, the number of laps I ran every day was recorded by him himself."
Yang Ruo seemed to have just remembered such a thing, his eyes widened, and he stumbled: "Then, that was also one hundred and fifty circles, why did it become two hundred circles?"
Ning Fusang's eyebrows were filled with joy and she said warmly, "I changed my mind today."
Yang Ruo's face was full of shock and disbelief, could it still be like this?
"Senior brother, you are too slow, I won't wait for you."
Ning Fusang patted Yang Ruo on the shoulder, skipped him, ran to the front, and quickly threw Yang Ruo around half a circle.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, Chaoyang Peak Square becomes deserted. A disciple passes by, looks at the lonely figure, and says:
"Senior brother Yang Ruo and Master Gu have gone to the mission house to teach the junior brothers and sisters. There is no one to supervise you here. Even if you don't run away, no one will know."
"Why torture yourself like this?"
Yang Ruo gritted his teeth and shook his head at the disciple: "Master punished me because I made a mistake. If I left without completing two hundred laps, it would be even worse."
His master often taught him that a gentleman should be cautious about being alone, and he should not relax even when there is no one around.
Junior Sister Ning can finish the two hundred laps, and so can he.
The disciple stood in awe, bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother, your self-discipline is admirable. I offended you by what I said earlier. Please don't take it to heart."
Yang Ruo squeezed out a smile: "I know that junior brother couldn't bear it when he saw me in such a mess, so he said this out of concern for me. Junior brother, don't worry, I will finish the race in one and a half laps."
The disciple himself knew that he said this because of his own merits, but Yang Ruo's sincerity made him a little embarrassed. In the dark night, he blushed slightly, bowed to Yang Ruo, and left quickly.
The evening breeze was blowing, and Yang Ruo was so tired that after running the last few laps, he collapsed directly to the ground and turned his back to the sky. The stars were dotted tonight, which was particularly moving.
Since the end of the outer sect competition, the usual calm has returned to the sect.
This group of new disciples ran circles, walked plum blossom poles, and climbed ladders during the day, and practiced at night. Time flew by very quickly.
The New Year has gone, and the green summer is still clear.
The summer in Yulingzhou is not hot. Instead, it is covered with cool shade and cool breeze.
Ning Fusang had gone to Taiyuan Hall yesterday to pick up the summer sect clothes.
The Nanxing Sword Sect has two sets of sect clothing every season. In summer, it is a simple and elegant sky blue color. Only the embroidery on the two sets of clothes is slightly different. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart.
After changing her clothes, Ning Fusang gathered at Chaoyangfeng Square.
After a whole spring, everyone's physical fitness has been well exercised and all the Qi has been introduced into the body. Gu Pingsheng will teach everyone swordsmanship from today on.
Behind him was a sword stand brought by the handyman disciples, with forty-one black iron swords placed on it.
Gu Pingsheng put his hands behind his back and said in a clear voice: "Everyone come up and pick one."
At the end, he made a special statement: "Leave the two-foot-five-inch sword to Jiang Xin."
Even if Gu Pingsheng didn't say it, everyone would deliberately avoid it and not choose the obviously shorter sword.
After everyone got the sword in their hands, they felt indescribable excitement and joy in their hearts.
(End of chapter)