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Bianzi discussed with Shuyu secretly, but he didn't know what he said.After a long time, Bianzi left with a dark face.This dead girl, with such a smart head, still need to take care of her?

Shuyu smiled and watched Zizheng leave, then tidied up her clothes and walked slowly back to the school.

As expected, Qing Huan asked her the first sentence when she came back: "Do you know brother Zizheng? What did he say to you just now?"

Shu Yu said without hesitation: "A distant relative, he doesn't usually move around a lot, so he doesn't know that I have been sent to the North for punishment. He just got a little excited when he saw it."

"You are actually a distant relative of Senior Brother Zizheng?" Qing Huan rested her chin on her hand, thoughtfully, "This world is really small...Senior Brother Zizheng, he should be from a famous family..."

Lan Ze, who was sitting not far away, heard it, looked back at Qing Huan and smiled sarcastically: "Famous family? You are too small to take advantage of your senior brother, why don't you know that you have been in Rongku Pavilion for three years? A member of the royal family, the third son of the current Holy Majesty!"

"What?" Qing Huan was taken aback.

Lan Ze looked at Qing Huan's stunned expression, as if he knew what she was thinking, and mercilessly poked her sore spot: "You know now, right? Those who can enter the Northern Punishment Palace and become disciples must be from family background Prominent, if it’s because of your talent, or do you think anyone can easily enter the North Penalty? You are the only one with a humble background, unknown origin, and mediocre qualifications. How on earth do you have the face to stay here?”

"Enough! Lanze, misfortune comes from your mouth, you should be more careful with your words!" Shu Yu stopped Lan Ze's hurtful words, her lovely eyes were not as innocent as usual, and they exuded the natural majesty of the royal family .She glared at Lan Ze, then looked at Qing Huan worriedly.

Uncharacteristically, Qing Huan didn't immediately jump up to argue with Lan Ze, but just stared blankly.

"Qing Huan, what's wrong with you?" Shu Yu asked concerned.

Qing Huan frowned and shook her head: "No...she's right..."

"Qing Huan..."

Qing Huan's throat choked, and then she began to cry a little: "I'm fine... I'm just afraid of Master... I'm afraid Master doesn't want me..."

Only when she came to Hongfei Pavilion did she realize that she was no different from other people, in fact she was not as good as others in some aspects.If she could rely on being the apprentice of the Lord of Rongku Pavilion before, what else does she have now?

For more than ten days, Master has not visited her once.

Why?Why?Why didn't Master come to see her?Does Master really, really plan to put her in Hongfei Pavilion forever? !

Shu Yu took out a handkerchief, helped Qing Huan wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes, and sighed.

Under the Southwest Peak, in the Sword Casting Pool.

"Nan Yang, take a rest." Rong Huai didn't know how many times he came to persuade Nan Yang, and the worry on his brows became more and more serious.

The stone gate of the Jianjian Pool was closed tightly, and the heat wave in the room was extremely scorching, and it was extremely hot, making people feel nauseous after staying for a long time.Even though it was freezing and snowy outside, Rong Huai still only wore a single shirt with the sleeves rolled up high, even though he was wearing so little, his back was still wet with sweat.

Not to mention Nanyang's situation, Rong Huai had been in this place for hundreds of years and couldn't get used to it. She was still a woman, so she had never suffered such a crime.The forehead and temples were all wet with sweat, beads of sweat dripped down the cheeks, and the carving knife in his hand was trembling.

"There are still some carved, and they can be dried in the oven tonight." Nan Yang's voice was a little hoarse.

Rong Huai handed her a glass of water, and said helplessly, "How many days have you not slept? It's just a sword model, you are the same as embroidery, is the appearance of a sword so serious?"

On the nearly completed clay embryo, a fine sword shape about three feet three inches long has emerged. There is a complicated and perfect phoenix totem on the body of the sword.

"The last time I made a sword model was when I was a child practicing sword casting in Hongfei Pavilion. I haven't touched it for so many years, so it is inevitable that I have to spend a lot of time. If I hand it over to the senior brother, I am afraid that such a sword model will be finished in two days." It was rare for Nan Yang to speak a long paragraph, with a gentle and serious expression, but his tea-like eyes were terribly red, and the light-colored pupils were surrounded by bloodshot eyes.

"After finishing this, go back and have a rest, and come back in a few days. For the ore to make the blade, I have to use..."

"No, use mine."

Rong Huai raised his eyebrows: "You? Have you hidden the sword-casting stone?" Before Nan Yang could answer, Rong Huai knocked on his forehead again: "Wait! Could it be that... the one given to you by Master back then?" piece……!"

Nan Yang nodded, and following her movements, two more drops of crystal sweat rolled down.

"That's the teacher's apprentice gift given to you by the master. Are you sure you want to use such a precious sword-forging stone on this sword?"

"Things have value only when they are put to good use. If the sword-forging stone is not cast into a sword, it will always be a waste stone." Nan Yang looked flat, as if the sword-forging stone did not belong to her.

The sword-casting stone that Hong Shengyun gave to Nanyang is like the sword that Nanyang gave to Zizhengyuntang, and the Liuyu that Qinghuan gave to him. It is a very important gift from the teacher.Not to mention the meaning of that thing first, just talk about the value of that stone, which is unparalleled in the world, and there is no second one in the world in terms of material.The things that Hong Shengyun gave away were never commonplace.

Rong Huai was amazed, if this sword was forged, it would surpass any other famous swords in the world.

Nan Yang really intends to use this sword for a child?Could it be that after staying in this sword casting pool for more than ten days, his brain burned out?

"Hiss..." Nan Yang suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head, pressed his fingers on his temples, and closed his eyes hard.

Seeing this, Rong Huai could only pat Nan Yang on the shoulder and pass some genuine energy over.If Nan Yang continues to work like this, his body will collapse.She has had headaches several times these days, and she even vomited once one night. Seeing it, Rong Huai couldn't feel at ease.

"Your apprentice had better not live up to your expectations. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of your appearance?" Rong Huai turned and walked towards the sword casting pool, looked at the liquid he smelted, and shook his head.

It was night, Nan Yang finally watched Jian Fan go into the furnace with his own eyes, and only then did he relieve the breath he had been holding on for a long time. The exhaustion of his body surged like mountains and seas. If it weren't for her strong inner strength and being different from ordinary people, how could she have survived these few days? Sleepless days and nights.

Rong Huai sent her out of the gate of Jianjian Pond, and after a few instructions, he returned to Jianjian Pond and closed the stone gate.

Everyone in the world has seen Rong Huai's radiance and gentleness, and a gentleman is like the wind. How could he know that he had to endure such hardships day and night in the sword casting pool to forge a famous sword in the world.

Nan Yang originally wanted to go back to Rongkuge to take a good bath earlier, but the image of that child Qinghuan popped up unconsciously in his mind.The last time I saw her, she was still sitting in the plum garden and lost her soul. I haven't seen her for so many days, and I don't know how she learned in Hongfei Pavilion.

Just like three years ago, Nan Yang just wanted to take a look at Qing Huan, even through the window to see if she was sleeping peacefully.She has ignored Qing Huan's emotions these days. Did the change from Rongku Pavilion to Hongfei Pavilion make Qing Huan at a loss?

Dressed in white, with long flowing hair, the upright and even pace is still unhurried, footprints one by one, stretching from the sword casting pool to the Hongfei Pavilion on the southeast peak...

In fact, Nan Yang didn't know which room Qing Huan lived in among the dormitories of so many disciples.It's just that once here, a window is lit alone, which is very eye-catching.She just had an intuition that Qinghuan was in that room.Relying on her intuition, Nan Yang stepped forward to check.

There was a gap in the window, and Nan Yang looked in through the gap, his eyes suddenly softened.

Qing Huan's small body was sitting on a high table and chair, her legs couldn't reach the ground, she was shaking back and forth in the air, she was covered with a thick white mink fur.With a pen in her hand, she focused her eyes on a book spread out on the table, and made annotations from time to time. It could be seen from her eyes that she was very sleepy, but she still insisted on exerting herself.

Because of the difficult days when she was young, Qing Huan somewhat missed the time to grow her body, so her stature is smaller than her peers. At this moment, it seems that she is getting thinner and weaker.Not seeing each other for more than ten days, Qing Huan has lost so much weight.

Nan Yang didn't want to call her, but just wanted to watch his apprentice quietly for a while.But I didn't expect Qing Huan to be so sleepy, her brain nerves were still so sensitive, she raised her head unexpectedly, and met Nan Yang's gaze.

"Master...Master!" Qing Huan woke up suddenly, ecstatic in her heart, she jumped up and wanted to run towards Nan Yang, but she stepped on the air and fell to the ground hard.

Nan Yang dodged, so fast that he couldn't see exactly how he got in, he came to Qing Huan in the blink of an eye, and gently held her arm.

"Master!" Qing Huan didn't care about the pain from the fall, she quickly got up, threw herself into Nan Yang's arms, and hugged Nan Yang tightly.His nose became sore, and his face kept rubbing against Nanyang's shoulder.

Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan's much thinner back, frowning slightly, isn't life here very difficult?

"Master... I miss you very much... I miss you very much..." Qing Huan's uncontrollable thoughts burst out like a flood, and she burst into tears instantly, hugging Nan Yang tightly, as if she would not let go even if she was beaten to death.

Nan Yang was keenly aware that there was a pair of eyes on the other half of the bed looking at this side, so she followed along.

Shu Yu was woken up by Qing Huan's "Master" and tilted his head to look at the master and apprentice hugging each other curiously. Is this Master Nan Yang? This temperament is really unique in the world. My sister Yuntang is even more refined, and she looks more indifferent and deserted than sister Yuntang.But why keep staring at yourself?

Nan Yang and Shu Yu looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly said: "Sorry for disturbing you to rest. I will take Qing Huan out."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan in that posture, and disappeared into the room in a flash, only the cold wind was blowing from the empty window, which was wide open.

Shu Yu raised his eyebrows and nodded as if he understood something.

It turned out that His Majesty was ashamed because he was seen by him.