Chapter 64 The task of drawing lots
Ning Fusang drew lots and handed them to several other people in the team after reading them.
Except for one Shi Zhouyun and Ning Fusang expected, the other three, Li Yeshan, Zheng Xiaohui, and Zhi Xiaocao, were all on her expected list.
The task they were assigned was to bring back a spiritual sword named "Still Water". The Jingshui Sword is a flying sword obtained by an inner sect disciple in the Hidden Sword Pavilion. It is a second-level sword and is not considered valuable to the Southern Star Sword Sect.
Half a year ago, this inner disciple went on a mission, his life lamp went out, and his sword was left outside. A month ago, the Jingshui Sword appeared in Linzhou City. Ning Fusang's mission was to bring this spirit sword back, reseal it, and put it in the Hidden Sword Pavilion to wait for its new owner.
After every outer sect competition, a group of disciples would enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion to select spiritual swords. If they could only get out but not enter, the Hidden Sword Pavilion would probably be empty long ago. Therefore, whenever a disciple died and the spiritual sword was lost outside, the sect would be filled with confusion. Disciples will be sent to bring the sword back and increase the inventory.
Generally speaking, this task is handed over to the inner disciples, but the Jingshui Sword is only at the second level. If it is given to the inner disciples, it would be overkill, so it ended up in the hands of Ning Fusang and the others.
Everyone communicated with each other for a while. Gu Pingsheng tapped the table to signal for silence. There was no sound in the mission house. He then said: "The rating criteria for this mission will be based on everyone's condition when the team comes back."
Everyone was silent, not quite understanding what it meant.
Gu Pingsheng continued: "If two people in the team die, it will be considered a failure in the assessment. If one person dies, no matter how well the task is completed, it will only be rated D. If there is a serious injury or a minor injury, points will be deducted depending on the situation. In short, in While completing the mission, the lighter the casualties, the higher the score.”
After Gu Pingsheng finished speaking, various noisy sounds could not help but resound in the preaching hut.
"Will your life be in danger if you do this task?"
"I have never been in actual combat. In my daily sword training, I just hit the spot."
"It's so difficult to do a mission for the first time..."
"Master Gu, is it true that someone will die if we go out this time?"
The flowers under a group of big trees have no courage to face the wind and rain independently. Their average age is fourteen or fifteen years old. The youngest, Jiang Xin, has just turned twelve this year. Before joining the sect, they were just ordinary mortal children.
Jiang Xin's face stiffened when she heard that someone might die. Although she was already a second-level monk, she still had to shoulder the safety of the entire team, so she would be stressed no matter what.
The people who were assigned to Ning Fusang's group looked at the other teams and suddenly felt that their team felt quite safe. After all, Ning Fusang had gone on a mission.
But they didn't know that two second-level disciples died when Ning Fusang went on a mission.
A disciple in the corner raised his hand and asked, "Master Gu, will someone really die if he goes on a mission?"
Gu Pingsheng said: "In the previous session, there were fifty-three new disciples, but in the end, only forty-six participated in the outer sect competition."
Suddenly, there was silence in the preaching hut, and you could hear a needle drop.
The disciple asked in a trembling voice: "Seven disciples died in one assessment?"
The mortality rate is somewhat high.
Gu Pingsheng smiled, shook his head and said: "Not that many, only three disciples died."
He didn't understand the math. Of the fifty-three new disciples, only forty-six participated in the outer sect competition. Wasn't that seven fewer people?
Xu Jianjia’s eyebrows moved. Chen Ming was beheaded by Ning Fusang. She herself was punished to wash the sword in the pool. There were two people missing here. Three people died during the assessment, so there are two people left. Neither died. He also did not participate in the outer sect competition.
Xiaoqiu asked curiously: "Miss, where are the remaining two people?" She turned around and asked Gu Pingsheng loudly: "Master Gu, where are the two other people?"
Gu Pingsheng glanced at her and said slowly: "Going down the mountain."
After everyone reacted for a while, they finally understood what Gu Pingsheng meant when he said he was going down the mountain. They stopped cultivating immortals, or stopped learning swordsmanship, and switched to other immortal sects to practice magic.
Learning the law is at least physically easier than learning the sword. As for the mental torture, those of them who are swordsmen cannot fully sympathize with it.
Several times, while practicing swordplay, they thought about giving up. In the end, I gritted my teeth and came over, just like when I climbed Dudao Peak.
Gu Pingsheng finally said: "When you embark on the path of cultivation, there are dangers everywhere. The first-level monks will die, and the ninth-level monks will also die. Whether you can save the danger depends on you. Those who survive can participate in the outdoor training next spring. Door Dabi.”
"Of course, as your tutor, I naturally hope that you can come back one by one."
There was a clanging sound outside the preaching hut, Yangruo slapped his storage bag, and dozens of black iron swords were piled on the ground in disorder.
He stood outside the door and saluted Gu Pingsheng.
Gu Pingsheng nodded lightly and looked at everyone: "I have applied to the sect for these black iron swords. Each person can get two."
"In addition, the iron rings on your hands can be removed from today."
Everyone has been wearing the wrist-suspended iron rings for two years. At first, they will feel uncomfortable, and then they gradually no longer feel its existence. If Gu Pingsheng hadn't reminded them, no one would have remembered that they still had the wrist-suspended iron rings on their hands.
At this moment, when I took off the black iron ring, my wrist suddenly felt light, as if I had regained my freedom from the shackles. It was so light that I couldn't quite feel the presence of my arm.
Gu Pingsheng motioned to Yang Ruo to come in and take away the iron rings.
He put his hands on his back and looked at the group of students carrying black iron swords outside, his eyes filled with emotion. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
"Master." After Yang Ruo collected the hoops and reported, he looked at everyone and asked, "Are they going to do the performance appraisal task?"
Gu Pingsheng said "hmm" without saying much.
Everyone chose their swords and stood together in teams. Yang Ruo whispered: "Junior sister Ning's team is not very good at average strength."
Gu Pingsheng faced everyone and said: "This assessment will start the day after tomorrow, but today, I will give you a day off, so after choosing the sword, let's disperse."
Tomorrow is a day off and today is a day off. They have two days to prepare.
Shi Zhouyun looked at Ning Fusang: "Sister Ning, what do we need to prepare?"
It was obvious that Ning Fusang was the backbone of this mission. Everyone looked at her. The sixteen-year-old girl said casually: "If you have money, take a rest tomorrow and buy more defensive things."
After all, there were a few first-level people who needed attack but not attack, needed spiritual power but not spiritual power, and had one or two defensive weapons on them, which saved her from having to save people.
Zhi Xiaocao nodded seriously, this was necessary. Although he didn't have many spiritual stones on his body, after Senior Sister Ning's guidance, he found the direction.
(End of chapter)