Yao Yao kept covering her face with her hands, unable to recover.
"Miss..." She spoke tremblingly and looked at Tang Ling, only to find that there was no expression on her face at this time.
"Yao Yao, has Senior Brother Song been punished?" She was silent for a while and then suddenly spoke.
"Article 132 of the sect's rules: Disciples are not allowed to fight maliciously without reason. Elders are not allowed to bully others without reason - I heard that there are many people in the world of cultivation who are powerful and bully others. The elders of the Lingxian sect have a noble status and want to use magic.
Punishing a disciple is just a common thing. Even if the discipline is for no reason at first, when others ask, there will be any excuse. The restrictions on elders in the 132nd sect rule are in name only.
No one has dared to pursue it, let alone Senior Brother Song, who did not do it under the orders of Elder Lu."
Yao Yao sighed, "The master was furious when he heard about it. After punishing Senior Brother Song several times in public, he ordered him to go to Siguo Cliff to think about it for half a year, and no one was allowed to visit. The elders still begged for mercy, and the master saw that
Out of respect for Elder Lu, he shortened the half-year period by half."
Tang Ling's heart tightened.
A disciple of a Zhen sect elder may have room for consideration compared to a fighting sect elder. If this were applied to an ordinary disciple, he would probably be expelled from the sect long ago.
"I was whipped several times and no one was allowed to visit..."
She clenched the sight glass in her hand and murmured again. After a while, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky outside the window.
It’s not lunch time yet, it should be shortly after the first morning class.
"I remember that there was a class for new disciples of Shufa Sect in the afternoon, and we went to listen to it after lunch."
She suddenly said.
When Yao Yao heard this, she subconsciously objected, "Miss, you are in good health, not to mention that the aftermath of Senior Brother Song's incident is still lingering, and Miss Lu Ren..."
"Go and find out for me." Tang Ling interrupted her and said, "Will the new elder disciple of Shufa Sect be attending the afternoon class?"
Of course Fu Qingcheng will come.
She sat in the third row of the Shufa Sect's academy by the window, not too far but not too close. She could be noticed by the teaching elders and could be seen by the disciples who came to peek at her from the yard outside the window.
The only bad thing is Pu Ying next to me.
After hearing about the Fu Zhen Sect incident yesterday, her overall mental state was not very good.
Now sitting next to her, my body is shaking.
"Since you feel uncomfortable, don't show off and go to class." Fu Qingcheng sighed and said.
"I...I didn't-"
"How can we not pursue it!"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice.
Since there was no class, several disciples who were relatively close were discussing yesterday's events with great interest.
"That's the elder of the Fu Zhen Sect, one of the two major fighting sects. Apart from a few elders of the Zhen Sect and the elders of the Shufa Sect in the Lingxian Sect, the elder of the Yan Yan Sect is probably the most powerful!"
"Yes, haven't you seen that the leader has already imprisoned people to the cliff in order to appease Elder Yan?"
"Will all those who violate the rules of the Lingxian Sect be imprisoned in Siguo Cliff?"
"It seems to be more serious...for example, violating the 132nd sect rule."
"The rules of the Lingxian Sect are so long that I forget them once I read them. Senior Brother Song is so awesome!"
"Hey, it's a pity that it's for that inferior D-level spiritual root that doesn't live up to expectations!"
"Shh! We don't dare to provoke her now. What happened yesterday shows that this Senior Sister Tang is still extremely valued in the eyes of Elder Lu and Senior Brother Song."
Upon hearing this, Pu Ying shook so much that the entire table was implicated, attracting curious glances from several disciples at the same table.
Fu Qingcheng's slender brows wrinkled imperceptibly.
She knows what Pu Ying is afraid of.
Just the afternoon before yesterday, after class, the two of them really didn't have the energy to wield their swords, so they took a flying carpet and planned to go back to their residence to rest.
Because it was a practical class of Shufa Sect, Fu Qingcheng spent a lot of effort to do it. When he sat on the flying carpet, he felt exhausted. In addition, it was the sunset and was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Everyone is a little drowsy.
But after sitting on the flying carpet, Pu Ying's eyes kept looking in one direction.
Following her gaze, Fu Qingcheng saw the back of a handyman disciple.
Looks a bit familiar.
For people who are not important, Fu Qingcheng usually does not bother to pay attention to them.
But I have only met this handyman disciple not long ago.
So she has an impression.
It should be the girl who was with Tang Ling that day.
The girl was sitting on the edge of the flying carpet, holding a sight glass in her hand, and seemed to be taking pictures of the Lingxian Mountains that the flying carpet passed by.
After taking pictures for a while, he put the sight glass aside and turned around to look for the bag on his waist.
Fu Qingcheng felt something moving next to him.
Pu Ying stood up gently.
When I first came here, the place I was assigned to live in was a bit far away. The disciple in charge said that it would be changed later, but now every time I come back from class, it takes a while to ride on the flying carpet.
Usually all the disciples have gone down, and it will take some time before they arrive.
At this time, only she, Pu Ying, the girl and a handyman disciple were left on the flying carpet.
The handyman disciple was fat and looking intently ahead.
Pu Ying tiptoed past him, got behind the girl, stretched out her hand, and pushed hard.
Fu Qingcheng's strong spirit suddenly sobered up.
The memory was interrupted by a slight commotion.
The scattered thoughts were forcibly recovered. Fu Qingcheng raised his head and saw a flamboyant red figure walking into the door of the Shufa School.
Beautiful eyes and eyebrows, looking forward to the flight of God.
Tang Ling.
It’s Tang Ling again.
But this time, Tang Ling was different from the one he saw that day.
Fu Qingcheng didn't know why he felt this way.
However, her ability to observe words and emotions since she was a child taught her to trust her own intuition and judgment.
Perhaps it was the magnanimity with which the girl in red looked around generously when she walked in, and faced all eyes without any stage fright. Perhaps it was the clear and bright eyes that were no longer bloodshot compared to that day, or perhaps the sparkle in the girl's eyes when she looked over.
The firm light.
The girl walked over and sat next to her.
"Junior Sister Fu, we meet again."
Fu Qingcheng was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't understand why she sat directly next to him, but he still pretended to be normal.
"I heard that Senior Sister Tang was ill, why didn't you just come to class without recuperating for two more days?"
"It's not good to sleep too much. My limbs will degenerate if I lie down." Tang Ling said.
Degenerate?
Fu Qingcheng looked at her expression, "Senior Sister Tang also majored in Shufa Sect?"
"Of course not." Tang Ling smiled sheepishly, "You also know the level of my spiritual roots. I came here this time to learn with Yao Yao."
Only then did Fu Qingcheng notice a girl wearing a goose-yellow shirt next to her. She was about the same age as Tang Ling and had an average appearance. She should be the maid Yaoyao mentioned that day.
A Grade B superior spiritual root.
Fu Qingcheng remembered Tang Ling's words that day, with a gentle smile on his face.