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Qing Huan felt dizzy, and all her emotions and anxiety were further catalyzed by the alcohol. She had an urge to smash tables and stools, but her reason suppressed them.

She knelt on the ground, her eyes were burning from the wine, and her heart was so chaotic that she didn't understand what she was doing.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was opened again.

It was Jinghu who came back with a bowl of hangover soup in his hand.

Jinghu saw Qing Huan sitting on the ground with her eyes closed, and hurriedly stepped forward to put her arms around Qing Huan's shoulders: "Qing Huan, Qing Huan, wake up."

Qing Huan was so dizzy that she couldn't tell who the person next to her was, she just wrapped her arms around Jing Hu's waist, buried her face in Jing Hu's shoulder and sobbed softly.

"Why...why don't you want me...why..." The voice was as thin as a willow in the wind, with a distressing cry.

Jing Hu blushed completely, and gently put her hand on Qing Huan's shoulder: "Qing Huan, what are you talking about? Who doesn't want you anymore?"

Qing Huan didn't answer, just hugged Jing Hu and cried more and more sadly.

Everyone doesn't want her.Her parents didn't want her and threw her in the wilderness; the person who fed her candied haws didn't want her, and didn't even look at her indifferently; the master... the master also said, don't get close to her...

Jinghu pushed Qing Huan away a little, put the hangover soup in his hand to Qinghuan's mouth, and coaxed softly: "Come on, drink some hangover soup first. Sleep for a while and you'll be fine."

Qing Huan drank half of the bowl from the edge of the bowl, and muttered: "I don't want to sleep...I want...to carry a lantern..."

A doting smile appeared on the corner of Jinghu's lips, and he felt that the woman in his arms was extremely charming: "Okay, I'll take you to carry the lantern."

Qing Huan drank some hangover soup in a daze, and fell asleep.Jinghu picked her up firmly and walked towards the main hall.

All the people in the main hall had already arrived in the courtyard of Rongku Pavilion. There were firecrackers and fireworks in the courtyard, and everyone carried a red lantern in their hands.Rong Huai sat with Qian Mi held high on his shoulders, while Yu Xiu and Nan Yang looked silent.Bianzi took advantage of the fact that the group of juniors were working around the fireworks, and the whole yard was bustling with activity.

Yu Xiu glanced at Nan Yang and said, "Nan Yang, doesn't look very well? Go back and rest when you're tired."

"No, I'm not lacking." Nan Yang pursed her red and swollen lips, avoiding Yu Xiu's gaze.

"...The disciple is different when he grows up." Yu Xiu suddenly said this.

"Ok?"

"..." Yu Xiu just looked at the entrance of the yard and didn't speak.

Nan Yang followed his gaze, and saw a tall, tall and handsome man hugging a delicate and beautiful woman intimately in his arms. From a distance, they looked like a perfect match.In the entire Northern Penalty, it is rare to find such a good-looking Taoist couple.

Nan Yang hurriedly looked away.

Her fist hidden in the wide cuff felt tighter and tighter.

Why, she has a feeling that something of her own has been violated?

Yu Xiu smiled lightly: "The kid Jinghu has always liked Qinghuan. Regardless of their age, status, appearance or knowledge, they are very suitable."

Nan Yang forced a forced smile from the corner of his mouth: "...Yes."

"Jinghu told me many times that he wants to marry Qinghuan. We are from the same family. Now that our respective apprentices can be together, isn't it because we are more intimate? ... Heh, I don't know if this word is appropriate here But, Nan Yang, if Qing Huan also has that intention, are you willing to ask her to marry into my teacher's school?"

Nan Yang glanced shyly at Qing Huan who was nestled in Jing Hu's arms. After a long time, his eyes lightly cast on the group of children who were making trouble, and his voice was empty and slow: "If I say, don't you want to part with it?"

Yu Xiu chuckled again, and said, "The apprentice is getting older, even if you are her master, you can't control her anymore."

Shuyu took Yuntang and Bianzi and covered their ears together and ran back to the crowd, yelling happily.

Firecrackers and fireworks are lit at the same time, crackling noises and colorful fireworks are blooming at the same time.

Qing Huan is still asleep.In this happiest time, she was not held in the arms of the person she liked.

As for Nan Yang, who was standing five steps away from Qing Huan, he didn't even dare to look at her.

Shuyu was very happy, looked around and saw no one was looking at her, quietly pulled Yuntang's neck and kissed Yuntang's lips, pressing his forehead against Yuntang's forehead, and said coquettishly: "Sister Yuntang, Fireworks You can make a wish now."

Yuntang pinched Shuyu's face, and smiled indulgently: "You're quite courageous, after all, you're still a child, and you believe in such nonsense."

"I'm not a child!" Shuyu's face was distorted by Yuntang, "Anyway, I want to promise. My wish is that you can marry me in the future. Or, put on men's clothing, come back to the imperial city with me, and be me consort."

"Start talking nonsense again." Yuntang gently pushed Shuyu's forehead.

"Sister Yuntang, you must maybe, and the wish you make must be that you want to be with me forever!"

"I don't want it." Yuntang refused with a smile.

Shu Yu's face suddenly wrinkled bitterly, and his voice pretended to be crying: "Say it, tell me."

"Don't say it."

Shu Yu frowned tightly, and turned her face away in distress.

Yuntang smiled slightly, took Shuyu's hand silently, and slowly wrote a few words on it with her index finger——

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Shu Yu laughed dimpled, met Shang Yuntang's gentle eyes, raised Yuntang's interlocking hand with hers to her lips, and kissed it delicately.

The fireworks are still running high and high, and the time passes bit by bit, but people still don't feel tired, they only care about admiring the rare and beautiful fireworks.

At this time, Qing Huan gradually woke up, and found herself lying in Jing Hu's arms in a daze, which shocked her body violently.

Jing Hu lowered his head slightly, and smiled: "Qing Huan? You're awake, it just so happens that you look at the sky."

Qing Huan quickly got up from Jing Hu's arms, while arranging her clothes, she searched for Nan Yang's figure with her eyes.

Nan Yang was standing not far from her, looking up at the sky indifferently, the arc from the side face to the slender neck was beautiful and neat, revealing a trace of coldness.She clenched the handle of the lantern tightly, revealing the protruding bluish-white knuckles.

Qing Huan bit her lip, and walked slowly towards Nan Yang regardless of Hu's horrified gaze behind her.

"Master...Master..." Qing Huan silently made that mouth shape over and over again, but didn't dare to say a word.

Nan Yang felt that Qing Huan was looking at her.But she didn't dare to turn her head to look at Qing Huan.

It's just around the corner.

But can't.

Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang, and Nan Yang looked at the sky, and just like that, the stalemate continued until all the fireworks were set off.

Nan Yang lowered his head and left silently holding the lantern.

When she passed by Qinghuan, Qinghuan raised his hand to hold her.Nan Yang frowned.

Qing Huan smiled wryly, there was something there, and she could never go back.She took out the paper bag she had prepared long ago from her bosom, put it in Nan Yang's hand, without saying a word, let go of Nan Yang sadly, turned and left first.She felt that her chest hurt like being squeezed tightly.

Nan Yang held the inexplicable bag, and did not open it in front of everyone, but just held it in his hand and took it all the way back to his bedroom.

Nan Yang opened the paper bag tremblingly after there was no one around.

Inside is a bag full of dried fruit preserves.

Next to it, there is also a candied haws.

How many people in the world can understand her sweet preference.How many people can care about her so carefully.

Nan Yang suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour.She has lived for more than 100 years, and she rarely has the urge to shed tears.

Years later, everything seems to be back to normal.

Qing Huan and Shu Yu returned to Hongfei Pavilion, Yu Xiu and Rong Huai also brought their apprentices back to their respective palaces.Bian Zi was immediately sent down the mountain to perform a task, and Rongku Pavilion was deserted for a while.All the traces left by the Chinese New Year were cleaned by the servants, leaving no traces.

Three months later, it will be the sword test meeting.

The Sword Trial Conference held by Beijing Penalty is held once every ten years, and all disciples must participate.All the disciples were divided into different groups, and one group had a competition, and the winners formed another group to compete again, and so on.The disciple who wins in the end may be accepted as a disciple by the three gods.

Bian Zizheng was the final winner last time, and was recruited by Nan Yang.

During the entire sword test meeting, the master and the three masters had to come forward and sit on the high platform to observe the overall situation.Usually, there are 1000 disciples participating in each competition. The whole competition lasted for a month, and it is a famous event in Beijing.Huashan, Kunlun Mountain and Shushan Mountain, which have good relations with Beipu, will send disciples to watch every time.Therefore, the Sword Trial Conference of the North Penalty, which is well-known in the world, is a very important and massive competition.

But the sword to be given to Qing Huan has not been cast for seven years.

Nan Yang hopes to give the sword to Qing Huan before the sword test meeting. Even though Qing Huan is already her apprentice, the significance of this competition is not only that the winner or will be worshiped by the three masters, but more about being with fellow students. The contest between them is a show of their own strength.

But that sword never worked.

It was the end of the new year, and Nan Yang went back to Zhujianchi for the first time.

Pushing open the heavy stone gate of the Jianjian Pond without any effort, Rong Huai's back standing with his hands behind his back stood in front of the Jianjian Pond as she expected.Rong Huai turned around when he heard the sound, and smiled gently: "Nan Yang, here we come."

"Brother, that sword..."

"You are really straightforward, just ask about your sword when you come up." Rong Huai shook his head helplessly, "But there are two pieces of news, do you want to hear the good or the bad?"

"Brother, please feel free." Nan Yang said lightly.

"You are so boring. Well, the good news is that the sword has been smelted and all the impurities have been precipitated, and the third step-watering can be carried out."

"Finally the smelting is complete." Nan Yang felt a big stone in his heart be put down.

"The remaining steps of sword casting are not important, such as repairing and decorating. But now, watering has encountered problems again."

"how?"

"Here, I have already poured the smelted liquid into the sword fan you made earlier. As long as it solidifies, everything will be done, but it can't be solidified now." Rong Huai frowned and looked at the sword fan that had been injected with molten liquid .

Nan Yang walked up to Jian Fan and frowned: "Why?"

"This sword is different from ordinary swords. Its material is psychic, not ordinary dead iron." Rong Huai also walked over, and his left hand with a missing little finger gently touched the mud embryo around the sword fan, " It needs a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

"... Nan Yang, have you heard of the so-called sacrificial sword?"

Nan Yang was silent for a long while before slowly saying: "I know. There are some swords in the world that need to be forged with blood sacrificial swords. Such blood-infused swords have greatly increased spirituality. They are not like ordinary iron and are extremely powerful. Therefore, it is recorded in ancient books that , In ancient times, in order to forge a world-shattering sword, a swordsmith would capture boys and girls, put them alive into the sword-forging pool, and use the pure blood of the boy as a sacrifice...Senior brother, could it be..."

Rong Huai shook his head: "No, this sword is not that fierce. It doesn't need boys and girls to be sacrificed. But...it does need human blood sacrifices to truly solidify into a magic weapon."

Nan Yang quietly looked at the unfrozen sword in the sword fan. After a long time, as if he had decided on something, he raised his eyes to Rong Huai: "Is my blood okay?"

Rong Huai raised his eyebrows in astonishment: "Nan Yang...you... well, it's okay, but if your blood melts in, this sword will recognize the breath of your blood, and only people with your blood can hold it. , in order to display its maximum power. What is the use of you offering the sword?"

Nan Yang smiled lightly: "No problem. On Qing Huan's neck, there is a flowing jade that has melted my blood."

"Be careful, think twice. You have to think about it carefully. During the sword sacrifice process, this sword not only sucks your blood, but also your skill. You..."

"Will it be more powerful if you absorb my power?" Nan Yang rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the dark red scar left by the lava splash, "As long as this sword is cast well enough, enough."

Rong Huai stared at Nan Yang for a long time, then sighed, and handed her a dagger helplessly: "Be careful. I'll tell you when I've had enough flow."

Nan Yang took the dagger without blinking, and made another slash on the dark red scar.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, spiraled down Nan Yang's wrist like a small snake, and slowly dripped into the sword fan.Nan Yang bit her lip tightly.

Rong Huai regretted seeing Nan Yang cut his wrist.

Seven years ago, Nan Yang's body suffered a lot of weakness, and the residual poison was finally excreted, and because of the fatigue day and night, his body collapsed for a while, and he managed to recover in the past few years. Now He actually made another move to sacrifice the sword.If it's not good, Nan Yang will not only lose his skills this time, but also his lifespan...

In ancient times, in order to sacrifice that sword, so many boys and girls were sacrificed alive by the sword casting stone. Now, although this sword is not as fierce, how can it require less blood.Rong Huai stared at Jian Fan closely, watching the molten liquid inside being stained little by little by Nan Yang's blood, showing a strange red color, he was afraid that Nan Yang would leave an extra drop of blood.

The wrist is a very sensitive place, otherwise, how could someone commit suicide by cutting it.Now, she was like those who committed suicide.

Nan Yang originally expected to leave a lot of blood, so when she cut the wound, she cut it a little harder. The wound was deep and filled with a strong smell of blood. The piercing pain penetrated directly from her wrist The brain, her arms were shaking constantly from the loss of blood, and her face was terribly pale.

"Ah..." Nan Yang half-bent over as if he couldn't bear it, and supported the corner of the table with his right hand, but his left hand still hung tremblingly above the sword fan.

"Nan Yang!" Rong Huai looked anxious. He didn't know whether to stop Nan Yang or ask her to persevere. If she gave up, she would lose so much blood.But if you continue, Nan Yang's body...

Nan Yang began to feel that all the zhenqi in her body flowed to her left wrist, and leaked into the sword fan along the wound. There seemed to be a bottomless pit, greedily sucking the pure zhenqi from her body.

"Brother..." Nan Yang called out with a trembling voice.

"Yes, if you persevere, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon..." Rong Huai hurriedly comforted him.

"Senior brother..." Nan Yang closed his eyes, and beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, "Help me."

Rong Huai held Nan Yang's arm, looked at the blood that was about to stain her whole hand red, and couldn't bear it: "Nan Yang, don't do it, don't continue, give up, you can't stand it!"

"I can……"

Rong Huai began to pull Nan Yang: "No, you will be seriously injured if you continue like this. Give up, give up, at worst, I don't want this sword, and my brother will make another one for you."

Nan Yang felt that Rong Huai was pulling her away from the sword fan, and he used the little zhen qi left in his body to gather in his palm, and suddenly pushed Rong Huai a few feet away, forming a layer of zhen qi protection around him.Her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and her slender body was so weak that it seemed that she would faint in the next moment.

Rong Huai couldn't get close, and looked anxious: "Nan Yang, are you crazy? Is a sword worth it? Stop! Stop quickly! You will put your life in it! Enough, enough, it It's solidified!"

Nan Yang opened her eyes with great difficulty, and vaguely saw a pool of blood in Jian Fanzhong. She seemed to... only see red eyes.

"Brother..."

Rong Huai hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, I did not lie to you."

"Brother...help me..." Nan Yang's qi seemed to be drained suddenly, his body couldn't stand the loss of a lot of qi and blood, and he fell limply.

Rong Huai hugged Nan Yang, picked her up and rushed to the pill shop without saying a word.

"Eldest brother... You'd better be in the pill workshop..." Rong Huai glanced at Nan Yang, who had a complexion like snow in his arms, and couldn't help murmuring.