Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 26 Yang Ruo Substitutes for Teachers
"So Senior Sister Ning goes out for her morning exercise at this time every day."

As Ruan San Niang watched Ning Fusang's figure disappear down the mountain path, she muttered to herself.

However, since Senior Sister Ning was going to practice her swordsmanship in the square, and she didn't know swordsmanship, going to Chaoyang Peak Square would be pointless. After washing up, Ruan San Niang cultivated in her room for a while before arriving at the square on time.

Strangely, although Master Gu usually arrives very early, today it was already past 7:45 AM and 7:00 AM, and Master Gu still hadn't appeared.

Everyone spoke in hushed tones.

"It's already Chen Shi (7-9 AM), why hasn't Master Gu arrived yet?"

"Master Gu is always punctual. If he didn't come, he must have been held up by something."

"It's only been a quarter of an hour, let's wait a little longer."

Around 7:45 AM, a young man in white rushed over, his face full of apology.

"I'm sorry, fellow disciples. Master will be serving as the referee for the outer sect competition with several other elders these next few days. He already instructed me yesterday that I will be teaching the classes for the next few days."

The outer sect competition lasts for three days, and the fourth day is the apprenticeship ceremony, which Gu Pingsheng will also be attending. Therefore, they will hardly see Gu Pingsheng for the next three days.

The boy, looking rather green, scratched his head and said, "I forgot about it for a moment. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Seeing that he was young and had a friendly smile, making him seem much more approachable than Gu Pingsheng, everyone was very tolerant of the young man.

"Senior brother, you're too kind. We've only been waiting for four quarters of an hour. It's nothing, it's nothing."

Yang Ruo's lips twitched stiffly twice. For a moment, it was unclear whether he genuinely thought it was no big deal or was reminding himself that he was a full quarter of an hour late.

However, if his master found out that he was four quarters of an hour late, he would definitely be punished. Thinking of this, Yang Ruo's eyes immediately fell.

People are still concerned about him.

"Senior brother, don't take being late too seriously."

"Yes, senior brother, don't blame yourself."

What are our training tasks for today?

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruo straightened his posture, adopting a dignified demeanor. He thought of his master's usual manner, then placed one hand behind his back and said:
"My name is Yang Ruo, and I am Master's second disciple. I will be teaching for the next three days. During the day, we will still be running laps, and at night we will be cultivating in the Chuandao Pavilion. Everyone can just follow the routine."

After hearing this, everyone turned around and started running laps before Yang Ruo could say anything more.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Ruo's beautiful eyes. "Are they really that efficient? They took action as soon as I finished speaking."

"That's good. With them being so proactive, I can rest easy a lot."

After talking to himself for a while, Yang Ruo took out a table, water, and chair from his storage bag, then lay down on the rocking chair and started reading.

"These days are so enjoyable," Yang Ruo muttered, wishing that Gu Pingsheng would often ask him to substitute for her in class.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Ruo finished reading the storybook in his hand. He felt a sense of loss.

Just then, a voice that sounded like someone about to die came from above his head: "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, I can't go on anymore. Can I rest for a while... before running again?"

The man collapsed to the ground, startling Yang Ruo so much that he jumped up from his chair, forgetting all about his favorite storybook.

Yang Ruo hurriedly went around the table to help him: "This, junior brother, are you alright?"

"Tired!" The man uttered a single word, then slumped off Yang Ruo's embrace and lay back down on the ground.

The temperature of the snow and ice felt incredibly comfortable to him, and the exploding heat inside his body finally subsided. Yang Ruo still looked quite frightened, muttering to himself, "You should have said so earlier if you couldn't run anymore. Why did you keep going? When you collapsed on the ground, I was so scared I thought you were going to die."

In that instant, he was truly terrified, even imagining where he would be punished and sent to mine.

The man lay flat on the ground, panting heavily. Yang Ruo saw this and brought him a glass of water.

Because Yang Ruo had dripped spiritual spring water into it, the man's strength gradually recovered after drinking it, and he felt all his fatigue disappear.

"Senior Brother Yang Ruo, I'm going back to the team," the man said as he got up.

Yang Ruo worriedly instructed, "If you can't hold on, don't force yourself. Don't let something like what just happened happen again."

His fragile heart really couldn't handle such a shock.

After this incident, Yang Ruo lost all interest in reading the storybook. He kept a close eye on everyone's condition and dared not relax for a moment.

After fifty laps, some people began to rest. Yang Ruo strode forward and stopped Ning Fusang on the track.

He spoke hesitantly and earnestly, saying, "Junior Sister Ning, you've already run so many laps without taking a single rest."

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "You know me?"

She had no connection with Yang Ruo.

Yang Ruo was brought up the mountain by Gu Pingsheng and accepted as his personal disciple. Personal disciples and inner disciples rarely participate in outer sect activities and basically have no interaction with each other.

Ning Fusang only knew one direct disciple, Shen Yuanxi, because he was Yu Wanwu's apprentice, and Yu Wanwu had once taught her.

Yang Ruo exclaimed "Ah!" and whispered, "I saw you and Chen Ming sparring three years ago."

Because of this incident, he was deeply impressed by Ning Fusang. He was even a little timid when facing her, and it took him a long time to mentally prepare himself before he dared to come forward and persuade her.

Yang Ruo was unsure whether she should mention the name, so she cautiously observed Ning Fusang's expression. Seeing that her eyes were as cold as water, her heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, the girl smiled gently, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Senior Brother Yang Ruo, do you know how many laps I ran?"

Yang Ruo, who was puzzled, shook her head.

Ning Fusang's smile slowly spread across her lips: "Then Senior Brother Yang Ruo probably doesn't know how many laps everyone ran either, right?"

"How can you complete the task assigned by Master Gu if you're so muddle-headed, Senior Brother?"

Even if Yang Ruo's mind wasn't quick to process information, he understood what Ning Fusang meant at this moment. His clear eyes widened, and he blurted out:
"But counting is very complicated..."

With forty people and the number of laps constantly changing, he only had one pair of eyes, and even then, he couldn't keep up with the sheer number of people.

Yang Ruo scratched the back of his head and asked uncertainly, "Everyone should be conscientious, right?"

Ning Fusang replied casually, "Who knows?"

"Excuse me, senior brother, I need to continue running laps."

Yang Ruo stepped aside in a daze, his mood plummeting to its lowest point. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have bothered coming here and ended up shooting himself in the foot.

He didn't know about this, so he didn't need to worry.

(End of this chapter)