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In the bedroom of the disciples of Hongfei Pavilion.

Shu Yu curiously looked at the little girl who was sitting on the head of the bed in a daze, her face was soft and her chin was pointed, and there was a red mole between her tightly wrinkled eyebrows. Happy.

She was only nine years old this year, and she was able to come to the Northern Punishment Palace and was selected to live in the Hongfei Pavilion as a new disciple, but she was so happy that she couldn't sleep for two whole nights.Is there anyone in this world who is not happy to be able to enter the Hongfei Pavilion?

Shu Yu still decided to greet her first, after all, they will eat and sleep together from now on except going to school: "Hello? My name is Shu Yu."

Qing Huan glanced at Shu Yu listlessly, and the little girl who was about the same age as her smiled very kindly, with two deep dimples on her cheeks, white and tender cheeks, long eyelashes, a very pretty little person.She replied limply: "Oh...my name is Qing Huan."

"Ah, I heard other people talking about you two days ago! Did you come from Rongku Pavilion?" Shu Yu said in surprise.

Qing Huan felt restless for a while, so she turned her head away.

"Why? Aren't you already an apprentice of Master Nanyang?"

"I..." Qing Huan was about to answer, when an ordinary disciple ran in and urged them: "I'm going to meet Taoist Ping Zilai soon, do you still have time to chat? Come to the main hall!"

"I'm going to be a teacher!" Shu Yu's eyes sparkled, he stood up quickly, took Qing Huan's hand and ran out regardless of Qing Huan's reaction.

Qing Huan wanted to immerse herself in her own world and grieve for a while, but was dragged by Shu Yu involuntarily and ran all the way out, and before she recovered, she had already arrived at the entrance of the main hall of Hongfei Pavilion.

There were many disciples around her age standing at the door, none of whom had entered the main hall yet, chatting together in twos and threes.

A boy was relatively close to Qing Huan, and Qing Huan heard him and the two people beside him excitedly saying: "Hey, have you seen the three statues? I heard from the disciple who shared the same room with me that he was in the head of the sect two days ago. At the gate of the hall, I saw the corners of the clothes of the three statues..."

"If it were you, which one would you like to worship as your teacher?" Another child interrupted him, obviously extremely excited.

A little girl answered with a look of admiration: "Of course it is Rong Huaizun, I have seen his portrait, he is really the same as the gentleman written in the book!"

"If it were me, I'd like to pay homage to Master Nanyang! Although it is said that he is not very talkative and has a cold personality, he is beautiful! Just like a fairy sister descending to earth." A little fat man's eyes lit up, and he was about to bleed out when he saw it .

"Sir Yu Xiuzun is also very good. It is said that his alchemy technique is unique in the world. If you become his disciple, you will be able to refine the elixir of life!"

Qing Huan listened to his tongue and sighed, with a look of disgust on his face, secretly thinking: What's so good about Uncle Rong Huai, if he has nothing to do, he ran to Rongku Pavilion to tease Master.The same is true of Uncle Yu Xiu, who always has such a serious face, as if someone owes him eight diao money every day.

Although the master always has a straight face...but the master is still very gentle to her!Master is better!

But... wait! ! ... What do they mean by this... They will have the opportunity to worship under the three disciples in the future? !

Qing Huan was startled, and all thoughts popped up in her mind in an instant.

Before I had time to sort out the logic, the door of the main hall was pulled open by two disciples: "Come in."

Ping Zilai is a young man who doesn't look more than 26, with a dignified and elegant expression, and his temperament is somewhat similar to his tolerance, but his outline is a little tougher.

He glanced over these new disciples, and stopped for a while when he saw Qing Huan.It was really time for Nan Yang to send her here, just in time to bump into this group of new disciples who had just come here for a few days.I hope this kid's temperament is not too naughty.

"Choose your own seat and sit down. I won't be teaching today, but I will tell you about the basics of the sect..."

As soon as Qing Huan picked a corner seat and sat down, Shu Yu, who had been talking to her before, sat next to her and smiled brightly at her.Looking at Shu Yu's cute smiling face, Qing Huan felt much better.

"North Punishment Palace teaches Taoism and also gives swords. There are also many side jobs for you to practice, such as divination, gossip, alchemy, sword casting, etc. The main hall is located in the center of the North Punishment Palace. The leader, Hong Shengyun, sits there all year round; the Canghai Pavilion on the Northeast Peak, the Wanlang Pavilion on the Southwest Peak, and the Rongku Pavilion on the Northwest Peak live in Yu Xiuzun, Rong Huaizun, and Nanyangzun respectively. Do you remember? Alright, don't break into the main hall of the head of the sect and the residence of the three deities without incident."

Ping Zilai picked up the teacup in front of him, moistened his throat, and continued: "You are now at the Hongfei Pavilion on the Southeast Peak. To the east is the pill shop, to the south is the sword practice field, and the sword practice field is next to it. The first one is the Sword Discourse Terrace. A little further to the west is the Library Pavilion of the Northern Punishment Palace; there is also the Sword Forging Pool in the southwest corner. Except for the Sword Discussion Platform and the Sword Forging Pool, you can go to these places at any time..."

Shu Yu's face was turbulent when he heard it, and he secretly said to Qing Huan: "The Northern Punishment Palace is really big. I took a map to look for Hongfei Pavilion two days ago, but I got lost."

Qing Huan curled her lips: "It's quite big, I haven't finished shopping here for three years."

"You've been here for three years, you're amazing." Shu Yu looked at Qing Huan with a smile.

Suddenly a high-pitched voice sounded strangely: "Yeah, why isn't it amazing, I came to understand the people's sentiments from Your Excellency Rong Ku!"

Qing Huan looked along, and saw a girl about twelve or thirteen years old with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her delicate face was full of provocation, and she was squinting at her.

"I don't know how much virtue you have accumulated in your previous life. You were accepted as an apprentice by Master Nanyang without doing anything. I am looking forward to your strength!" A hint of viciousness.

Qing Huan looked at her face, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Where, it's just a little bit better than some people's luck. I can't say the strength. It's better than some disciples who just started."

The girl was taken aback when she heard the words, and then sneered: "Really, if you are so strong, why are you sent to Hongfei Pavilion? I'm afraid Master Nanyang regrets accepting a stupid apprentice."

"My master didn't!" Qing Huan suddenly changed his face, and there was anger in his tone, and he couldn't help raising his voice.

"Quiet." Ping Zilai glanced at Qinghuan lightly, showing displeasure.

Shu Yu tugged at the corner of Qing Huan's clothes, Qing Huan looked angry, but had to bear it, and ignored Shu Yu, sulking with her head propped up by herself.

"Don't mess with her. She is the eldest daughter of the famous Lan family in the south of the Yangtze River. Her name is Lan Ze. You know the four great families in Jianghu? It's very powerful. I think there are always a bunch of people curry favor with her every day." Shu Yu Quietly and Qinghuan whispered about the girl's identity.

"So what?!" Qing Huan got angry as soon as she spoke.

"The owner of the Lan Mansion and the head of the Northern Punishment have always been friends. I heard that Lan Ze knows a little about everything about the Northern Punishment. If she hates you, she has plenty of ways to punish you!" Shu Yu sighed. On to the troublesome ones.

"The people sitting here are all so prominent? What does your family do?" Qing Huan looked at Shu Yu curiously.

Shu Yu was stunned for a while, with a look of embarrassment on his face, hesitating in his mouth: "This... I can't say..."

"Oh... If you don't say it, don't say it." Qing Huan wilted again, and fell limply on the table.She didn't have the slightest thought to listen to Zilai's endless preaching.

The flowing jade around the neck is uncomfortable in the flesh, exuding a trace of warmth.Thinking of a drop of Master's blood fused into this piece of jade, Qing Huan's nose felt inexplicably sour.

She really doesn't like it here at all.She misses Master very much.

Thinking about it, Qinghuan's eyes turned red again.

That night, Shu Yu teased Qing Huan several times, seeing that Qing Huan was always distracted, she curled her mouth and climbed into bed to sleep.

Qing Huan lay listlessly on the table alone, she didn't want to do anything, but she didn't want to sleep either.During the day, I listened to what those disciples said, and before my senior brother mentioned that he and Senior Sister Yuntang both passed through Hongfei Pavilion. of.

In the entire Northern Palace of Punishment, she was the only one who was an outlier, and it was because of Nan Yang's momentary insidiousness that she made an exception.Master still dislikes that she is not as good as these regular disciples from Hongfei Pavilion!So I threw her here and rebuilt it.

If she doesn't learn as well as other disciples by then, will the master dislike her, really don't want her, and choose an excellent disciple to be her little apprentice?

Qing Huan shook her head vigorously, she didn't want to think about it.

Qing Huan tightly grasped the Liuyu hanging around her neck, imagining what it would be like when Nan Yang put it on her neck three years ago.The gentle and delicate movements of the master's fingertips, the drooping smooth forehead, the straight nose bridge, and the slightly pursed lips for seriousness.The master is so good-looking, the arcs of every facial features are extremely finely drawn, and the pleasant fragrance of plum blossoms on his body seems to have been lingering on this piece of flowing jade for three years.

Qing Huan Huo De opened her eyes, and she remembered one thing she hadn't done yet -------- draw a landscape picture of the Northern Palace of Punishment for Master.

Qing Huan looked at his right hand again.

If I finish this picture with my right hand, Master will be happy to see it.

At the thought of using her right hand, Qing Huan felt guilty again, her palm trembling uncontrollably.She slowly touched the writing brush hanging on the pen holder, holding it in her hand a little nervously.

At that time, the hand was broken, and the right hand was almost separated from the arm.Even though the muscles and bones have been spliced, and the precious plasters are constantly used to nourish them, sometimes there is still a dull pain.Not to mention that as long as you exert your strength, it will be like thousands of ants gnawing on the bone marrow, which is excruciatingly painful.

Every time Master asked her about the injury of her right hand, Qing Huan didn't want to worry Master, so she reported good news but not bad news, and sometimes even lied about the injury, and endured the pain without saying anything.Nan Yang really didn't know, nor would she have imagined that her ten-year-old apprentice would take her feelings into consideration.

Qing Huan's hand holding the pen holder trembled unreasonably, the ink on the pen tip dangled, and finally "slapped" onto the snow-white rice paper, and a bit of thick black slowly smeared.

But that pen never went down.

The dormitory area of ​​the disciples in Hongfei Pavilion was pitch black, except for the window of this room, where a little candle was lit all night, and Dongfang Lubai never went out.