I Qinghuan gl

Many years have passed, the vicissitudes of the world have changed, the world has changed, so many people have died, and so many new generations have emerged.So many sects have declined, and so many rookies have been uprooted, but the few big sects that are supposed to be the hegemony have not changed much.Mingxiu Palace is still singing and dancing, and Tangjiabao is still mysterious and treacherous.

The North Palace of Punishment is still covered with snow.

It's like a place where time stands still.

On the wall of the main hall of Rongku Pavilion, there is a framed picture scroll.The picture scroll depicts the full-scale Beifei Palace and Pavilion, with heavy snow on the eaves, overlapping palaces, carved beams and painted buildings, which is magnificent.Where Rongku Pavilion is painted, there is a faint figure in white clothes on the side of the palace pavilion.On the right side of the painting are inscribed the following sentences:

To live in the vastness of the world, to establish the right position in the world, to walk the way of the world.

Not signed.

The round stone table was still placed in the snowy courtyard of Rongku Pavilion, and steaming hot meals were placed on the stone table as usual.Yuntang and Bianzi sat beside each other, looking at the dishes on the table with their heads in their hands.

Nan Yang was sitting at the side, still with that cold look, his light-colored eyes, like green tea, were lowered, seemingly out of focus.None of the three moved their chopsticks, as if they were waiting for someone.

Bianzi finally couldn't help the situation that he couldn't eat in front of him: "Master, why don't we eat a little first? When will Qinghuan come?"

Yun Tang was a little annoyed: "Senior brother, why are you so promising? It was not until the end of the year that Qing Huan was allowed to return to Rongku Pavilion for a few days after the New Year. Didn't you leave a whole meal for the first meal back?"

Bian Zi hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, what Junior Sister said is true. Time flies too fast. After this year's New Year's Eve, Qing Huan will be 17 years old, right? I haven't seen her for a while, I saw her more than three months ago , It has grown to the height of my eyebrows. Hey, this kind of thing can't stand thinking about it. Think about it, how old was she when she first came to Rongku Pavilion? We will grow old soon."

Nan Yang remained silent, looking forward from time to time, seeing that there was still no one, he lowered his eyes again.

She agreed that she would take Qinghuan back to Rongku Pavilion in five years.

But Qing Huan refused Nan Yang to take her back when she was 15 years old.She said that she still has a lot to learn, and she can gain a lot of experience by staying in Hongfei Pavilion.Seven years later, the child has grown a lot.In addition to the changes in appearance and stature, her temperament has also become more and more stable, she has become more and more able to observe words and emotions, and knows more and more things, and she no longer does nonsense.

It is really a wonderful thing to watch a person grow up from childhood.

Nan Yang experienced Qing Huan's growth with her own eyes.Qing Huan is now about the same height as her.

Thinking about it, I thought back to seven years ago.

Senior brother Rong Huai returned after two months away from the mountain and successfully destroyed the mother Gu, and Master slowly recovered his health.It's just that senior brother Rong Huai lost a little finger, and the sword that took many years to forge was also lost to Burning Heaven Clan.

Senior brother Yu Xiu returned to the mountain early because he found out that Wen Jinglei was not in Los Angeles at all.Junqiao led the disciples of Luanhuagu to exterminate all the remnants of the Burning Heaven Clan who remained in Luo City, but let the leader of Lie Huo Banner slip away in the chaos.But fortunately, Burning Heaven Clan was still isolated outside Yushui Pass, recuperating and recuperating in the East China Sea for the time being.

Nan Yang thought that the crisis would be difficult to end, but they all calmed down, and the North Penalty also returned to its usual calm.

But crises are still looming.

The wound on Nan Yang's wrist finally healed completely, leaving only a spatter-like red scar, which looked a little scary at first glance, but it was like a bewitching red lotus blooming on the wrist, making people love it.

"Yo, look, just as I was talking, she came here." Bianzi smiled suddenly.

Nan Yang raised her head when she heard the words, and there was a slim woman standing not far away, she was wearing a red dress, with a smile on her lips, like the most dazzling sunlight in winter, so beautiful that it burned everyone's eyes.

17-year-old Qing Huan.

Qing Huan's face has been fully grown, her white skin has not been exposed to the scorching sun all year round, her eyebrows are as long as distant mountains, and the bright red cinnabar mole in the middle looks like a drop of blood pierced open, she is so beautiful.A pair of dark and clear eyes are like the finest warm black jade, the brilliance flows, the inner corners of the eyes are slightly lowered, and the outer corners of the eyes are slightly raised, outlining a very perfect eye contour, every frown and smile attracts infinite attention Daydream style.

Beautiful people.

He is also the least suitable for cultivating Taoism in the pure as snow North Palace of Punishment.

Nan Yang looked at her quietly, with a very faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bian Zi greeted Qing Huan with a smile: "Tsk tsk, you are getting more and more beautiful, no wonder everyone says that you and Shu Yu are the two most beautiful disciples in Hongfei Pavilion. Come, sit down, the food will be completely cold. "

Qing Huan smiled softly, walked over slowly, sat down on the seat next to Nan Yang naturally, spoke softly, her voice was melodious, and her words seemed to be singing a long Qing song:

"Master, I'm back."

Nan Yang nodded slightly, picked up the bamboo chopsticks: "Let's eat."

Qing Huan kept her eyes on Nan Yang's side face, and an unspeakable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She was no longer clinging to Nan Yang and Yun Tang as she was when she was a child, and chatting non-stop. She just looked at Nan Yang quietly for a while, and smiled. He lowered his head to eat more deeply.

Bianzi said while eating: "There are two days left until New Year's Eve, Beijing Penalty usually doesn't have this kind of lively life, let's have a good time in Rongku Pavilion. In recent years, Junior Sister Yuntang and I have been busy going down the mountain to do errands. Xiao Qinghuan is busy studying in Hongfei Pavilion again, it's rare to get together like this."

Yun Tang said: "Brother, don't worry, I brought enough New Year's goods when I came back from the mountain a few days ago, and there are a lot of red paper firecrackers. Since there are only two days and time is a little tight, senior brother will write couplets, and Qing Huan and I will go Make dumplings, let's divide the work."

Qing Huan said with a smile: "Senior Sister thinks very well, these things should be done by ourselves to be interesting."

"I think ready-made ones are boring, so I only buy ready-made ones for firecrackers. I have to carry lanterns on New Year's Eve. I prepared a lot of red cloth with bamboo strips. Let's make our own and see who can do it well." Yun Tang thought of this rare New Year's Eve reunion, with excitement on his face.

Nan Yang was silent for a long time, then raised his eyes slightly, and a cold voice sounded faintly: "What about me?"

Silence for a while.

Yuntang looked embarrassed, thought hard, and said: "Master, you... just sit there and watch us make it..."

Bianzi took the opportunity to take the opportunity to say: "Yes, Master, you don't know anything, just like a Buddha, you will be worshiped by us and it will be over..."

Nan Yang glanced at the side coldly, and said in a soft and oppressive voice:

"Say it again."

Qing Huan picked up a big bun and stuffed it into his mouth, so stuffed that he couldn't speak, his face flushed, and he stared angrily at Qing Huan.

Qing Huan took another sweet and sour ball and put it in Nan Yang's bowl, her tone seemed to be comforting: "Master, after I finish making dumplings, let's make lanterns together."

Nan Yang glanced at Qing Huan, neither big nor small.After a long time, Nan Yang didn't touch the ball, as if he would lose face if he touched it.

Qing Huan's gaze drifted over from time to time, and when she saw the balls in Nanyang's bowl that had never been touched, her gaze became a little dim.

After the meal, Nan Yang went back to the main hall and read quietly with a book.

After looking at it for a while, her eyes were a little sore, Nan Yang looked up and looked around, and the scroll hanging on the wall suddenly jumped into her eye sockets.

It was painted by Qing Huan with her right hand, and it took two years to complete the painting.

She vaguely knew that seven years ago, it was because of such a picture that Qing Huan got into a fight with that child named Lan Ze.At that time, she taught Qing Huan how to practice swords, because a sudden thought forced Qing Huan to use her hidden right hand, and Qing Huan refused, so she was a little angry.But it's not that Qinghuan refuses to use her right hand, it's just that Qinghuan should change the environment.But Qing Huan may feel that she made herself angry because of her right hand, so she stubbornly drew this picture with her right hand.

Because of painting Danqing for two years, although Qing Huan's right hand can't hold a sword yet, it is much better than before.

I don't know, Qing Huan held the pen so many times, and she persisted under the ravages of bone erosion and pain.

Just thinking about Qing Huan, Qing Huan walked into the main hall.She had already taken off the red fur robe, and she was wearing a light moon white gown with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and her hands were covered with white flour.

Nan Yang called her to stop: "What are you going to do?"

Qing Huan smiled brightly, changed the route and walked towards Nanyang: "I just made dumplings with Senior Sister Yuntang, and I forgot something, and I want to get it inside."

Nan Yang hummed, seeing Qing Huan walking straight towards her, and said: "You have flour on your hands, it's dirty, don't get too close to me."

Qing Huan was taken aback, and looked at his hands: "Dirty? It's not dirty, it's quite white. Master, you love cleanliness too much."

Nan Yang coughed lightly, picked up the teacup and drank tea.

Seeing Nan Yang staring at the teacup, Qing Huan smiled slyly, took advantage of this gap, and reached out to wipe Nan Yang's face quickly.

Nan Yang's fair and refined face was poked with a white flour mark at once, she raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she couldn't believe that Qing Huan had the guts to be so fat, she stared at Qing Huan in disbelief.

Qing Huan chuckled, her smile was so beautiful that she ran away quickly with small steps while laughing.

Nan Yang was stunned for a while, then took out the handkerchief and wiped his face clean.Then she put down her book and got up, walking towards the kitchen.You son of a bitch, if you don't settle accounts with you, you can still ride on your master's head.

In the kitchen, Yuntang was busy kneading a ball of dough in his hands, and there was a lot of white flour on his face.Qing Huan was beside her, stirring a bowl of minced meat in her hand.

"You are in Hongfei Pavilion, how have you learned during this time?" Yuntang asked while rubbing.

"Very good, there is progress from time to time, and the swordsmanship has reached the sixth floor."

"At your age, it is already very good to reach the sixth floor. There are only nine floors in total, and my brother and I have only reached the eighth floor. Since you are like this, I am also relieved of the sword test meeting in March. At that time, you must be beautiful Defeat everyone, and give Rongku Pavilion a good face."

Smiling lightly: "Yes, definitely."

Yun Tang was silent for a while, then asked again: "Then...how is Shu Yu doing recently?"

"She, the life is very good. The senior brothers in Hongfei Pavilion like her very much, and wrote a lot of sour love poems to her. Shuyu has a cheerful temperament, and he can have fun with the senior brothers."

"It's fun..." Yuntang thought, but his face was not very good, "Can't you play with them?"

"I'm busy taking lessons and practicing sword all day long, so I don't have time to play with them." Qing Huan secretly looked at Yun Tang's face while stirring the minced meat.

"Well, this is very good." Yuntang's voice was a little low for some reason.

"Shu Yu told me a few days ago that she also wants to come to Rongku Pavilion on New Year's Eve."

"Yeah." Yuntang snorted, and didn't say any more.

Qing Huan smiled inexplicably, and put down the bowl in her hand: "I'm going to chop the onion, senior sister, you can rub it lightly, and if you rub it harder, the panel will be worn through by you."

Yuntang blushed, grabbed a handful of flour and rushed over happily: "How dare you make fun of me!"

Qing Huan dodged lightly, narrowly avoiding the handful of flour.The cluster of flour flew straight back, Qing Huan dodged away, revealing Nan Yang who just came in behind.

Yuntang was in a bad mood, but luckily he couldn't see when he closed his eyes.

Nan Yang reacted very quickly this time. When the flour was about to touch her face, he waved his sleeve, and all the flour was swung to Qing Huan, who was giggling aside.

"Master!" Qing Huan exclaimed in surprise.

Nan Yang glanced at her lightly, with a smile on the corner of her eyes: "Why?"

Seeing this, Yun Tang breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't spill it on Master, and quickly said, "Master, why are you here, Master?"

"I'm bored, come here to have a look." Nan Yang glanced at the kitchen utensils.

Qing Huan was busy shaking off the white flour on her body, like a snowman who just rolled in the snow, said angrily: "Senior Sister, it's all your fault! I just changed my clothes today!"

Yun Tang was speechless, God could see, could it be all her fault?Although it was she who sprinkled it, it was Master who waved it up!

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan who had been shaking his clothes, with disgust in his eyes, and walked away secretly, fearing that the flour would get on his body.

Qing Huan saw Nan Yang's small movements sharply, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Master!"

Nan Yang didn't seem to see her, so he asked Yun Tang, "Is there anything I can do?"

Yun Tang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, there are some freshly washed dishes over there, master, just go and dry them." She didn't have the guts to find any complicated work for Nan Yang.

Seeing that her body was not shaking cleanly, Qing Huan simply stopped shaking, walked to the chopping board with her mouth pouting, picked up the few green onions and chopped them off as if venting.

Nan Yang nodded slightly, gently rolled up his sleeves, walked to the pile of dishes, and wiped them with a dry cloth.

Seeing that the situation had finally settled down, Yuntang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and concentrated on the dough in his hand again.

No one spoke in the kitchen for a while, only the sound of chopping onions was heard.A few fine snowflakes flew in through the window lattice, delicately moistening one's mood, and there were occasional white cranes raised by the North Penalty flying by outside the window, blending with the snow-falling sky into a landscape.

Yuntang secretly sighed, the years are so peaceful.

But this quiet time is too short.

It didn't take long before I heard a series of pinging, bang, bang, and explosion-like sounds. Listening to the movement, there were dozens of broken pots and pans. It was as exciting as setting off firecrackers in the New Year.

Qing Huan and Yun Tang hurriedly looked up when they heard the sound, and saw Nan Yang holding a piece of dry cloth with embarrassment, in front of him were dishes that had been broken into a small hill, and broken porcelain scum was everywhere on the ground.

Nan Yang coughed lightly, and gently put down the cloth in his hand: "I...I'll go first, you guys...wrap slowly..."

"Master, do you have a grudge against the kitchen?" Qing Huan asked seriously.

Yuntang burst into laughter: "Master, you should go back and rest quickly, this place is not suitable for you."

Nan Yang's ears turned red, and without saying a word, he left the kitchen like a gust of wind.