Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 15 Red Plum Blossoms Tie the Hair
As they were talking, a handsome young man walked over.

He bowed slightly to Gu Pingsheng and said, "Disciple Liang Heng greets Master."

Gu Pingsheng waved for him to stand up, and Yang Ruo couldn't wait to ask, "Senior brother, where are the table and water?"

Liang Heng smiled slightly and pointed to the storage bag hanging from his waist. A pear wood table and a bucket of spring water appeared on the ground.

Gu Pingsheng glanced at it and asked, "Is the spirit spring water in there?"

Liang Heng nodded, but added, "Don't worry, Master, only four drops were added, so it won't have much of an impact."

He knew that his master made these junior brothers and sisters run laps to train their endurance and physical strength. If they drank the clear spring water mixed with too much spiritual spring water, the purpose would not be achieved.

Liang Heng was always thorough in his work, so Gu Pingsheng didn't say anything more.

Two disciples stood on either side of the younger disciples behind them, watching with great interest as they ran laps, showing no intention of leaving.

"Cough-cough-"

Gu Pingsheng cleared his throat twice, and Liang Heng and Yang Ruo understood their master's meaning, saying in unison, "Disciples take their leave."

As the morning mist dissipated, the bright spring sunshine poured down, illuminating Chaoyang Peak Square and bathing the ground in a warm golden glow.

At this time, there were not many disciples active in the square. After finishing their morning exercises, they went to their classes or to do sect missions.

The servant disciples moved the sword rack in the inner square, retrieved the Xuan Tie sword, and sent it to the sword washing pool.

Gu Pingsheng leaned back, lay on the wooden chair, closed his eyes to rest, and stole half a day of leisure from his busy life.

The world was peaceful and serene, but the newly initiated disciples were panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

"It's only the eleventh lap, and I'm already almost done for... I'm so tired!"

"I'm so thirsty, I really want to drink water!" Someone's face was pale, their lips were cracked, and they swallowed hard.

"Master Gu left water there, so he's allowing us to drink and quench our thirst along the way, right?" A young man, covered in sweat, asked, his eyes shining as if he had spotted some rare delicacy.

Just run another half lap and you'll find a water source!

The young man held his breath, and finally managed to lift his heavy legs again.

Ruan San Niang pursed her lips, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.

Just then, a panting voice rang out from the side: "Save your breath, don't forget what Master Gu said this morning."

Xu Jianjia's figure swept past Ruan San Niang.

After carefully recalling what Xu Jianjia had just said, Ruan San Niang suddenly realized what had happened.

Master Gu said that twenty laps would allow for a break of the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and fifty laps would allow for a break of fifteen minutes. Of all the people, only Senior Sister Ning is about to complete twenty laps.

The snow-white down on the clothes had become tangled, and the ethereal lightness of the garment was gone.

Ning Fusang raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, then wiped it on her outer coat, unbuttoning the top as she ran.

As she passed Gu Pingsheng, she took off her coat, held it in her hands, and said softly, "Master Gu, I've finished running twenty laps."

Gu Pingsheng hummed in agreement and said, "Let's rest."

Ning Fusang folded her coat and placed it under the pearwood table. The clothes were thin, and when the wind blew, her whole body felt cool, and the burning sensation that had been pressing against her skin disappeared without a trace.

"Master Gu." Ning Fusang called him again, and Gu Pingsheng lazily opened his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

Ning Fusang said, "Please give me another iron ring for suspending the wrist, Master."

Gu Pingsheng sat up slightly, stared at Ning Fusang for a moment, and seeing her serious expression, said, "My original intention was to train your right wrist strength to lay a good foundation for wielding a sword in the future. Therefore, I only prepared one wrist ring. If you want another one, you can come and get it during class tomorrow."

Gu Pingsheng flicked his finger, and a stream of clear spring water fell into a cup. He handed it to Ning Fusang: "Drink some water to calm down." "Thank you, Master Gu."

The spring water is sweet and refreshing; drinking it nourishes the heart and spleen, restoring one's energy and vitality.

Ning Fusang returned the cup and stood in front of the pear wood: "Master Gu, I have another request."

Gu Pingsheng said succinctly, "Speak."

"The students want to combine the rest time for fifty laps into the rest time for twenty laps, and then stop resting."

Ning Fusang's black hair clung to the back of her neck, damp as if it had been washed, making her very uncomfortable.

Gu Pingsheng looked at her scrutinizingly: "Do you know what it means to run eighty laps without rest? Even with your peak cultivation at the first level, you wouldn't fare well."

Ning Fusang said half-jokingly, "This disciple enjoys this feeling of being exhausted, on the verge of death, yet thoroughly exhilarated."

Gu Pingsheng: "..."

She smiled gently and gave another reason: "The student wants to get something, but the time Master Gu gave me is not enough."

Gu Pingsheng said with a half-smile, "So, it seems I was the one who was wrong?"

Ning Fusang immediately shook his head: "This student dares not."

"Hmph." Gu Pingsheng snorted coldly and waved her away. "Remember to come back in a quarter of an hour. Don't even think about letting me rest until you've run eighty laps."

Ning Fusang bowed gracefully and then left Chaoyang Peak Square.

The other disciples were filled with doubt.

"The time it takes to drink a cup of tea is up, why doesn't she need to continue running laps?"

"It must be that Master Gu instructed her to do something else. I just saw her talking to Master Gu for quite a while."

"She finished twenty laps so quickly, that's amazing."

"This is because we haven't started cultivating yet, which is why it seems so difficult for us. If we had cultivation, we might not be slower than her."

"But since she has cultivation, why is she cultivating with us new disciples? That's too unfair; we're not even on the same starting line."

"I've only been in the sect for three days, how would I know about these things?"

"That's how the sect has arranged it, so just follow it."

"Let's talk less and save our energy, otherwise we might not even finish a hundred laps before the sun goes down."

"..."

Ning Fusang returned a quarter of an hour ago.

She wore a thin blue and white dress, which made her look slender and gave her a cold and aloof temperament, like a plum blossom in the snow.

Ning Fusang's originally half-up, half-down black hair was now completely tied up with a red plum blossom, revealing her slender and graceful neck, making her look much more refreshed.

According to worldly customs, only women would tie their hair up, but once one enters the immortal realm, all these customs can be discarded. Moreover, Ning Fusang herself is not a person who adheres to conventions.

After pulling all my hair up, I felt much cooler, and my neck wasn't pressed against my hair anymore, preventing a stuffy feeling.

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 edge of the cliff and broke off a branch of red plum blossom to tie her hair up.

She rejoined the group and ran laps, ignoring the probing gazes.

Ruan San Niang had strong worldly views and didn't think too much about it. Although she had only been in contact with Ning Fusang for three days, she had already deeply felt Ning Fusang's willful and self-willed nature.

(End of this chapter)