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Rong Huai carried Nan Yang, who was already so weak that he passed out, all the way to the pill shop at the fastest speed.The little disciple guarding the gate saw him, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "Master Rong Huai, Mr. Nan Yang, this is..."

"Where's senior brother?" Rong Huai wished he could grab the gatekeeper's disciple by the collar.

The door guard disciple shrank his head in fright from Rong Huai's eyes: "Shang Yu Xiuzun... Yu Xiuzun is in the main hall of the sect master..."

"Go and call him over immediately!" After Rong Huai finished speaking, he hurriedly carried Nan Yang into the elixir workshop, found a bed to put Nan Yang down carefully, and hurriedly went to the medicine cabinet to search.

Rong Huai dug out a few bottles of blood enriching pills, poured them all out and stuffed them into Nan Yang's mouth, pinching her throat to help her swallow them.

When Qing Muzi heard about this movement, he also put aside what he was doing and ran over, glanced at Nan Yang, and said in surprise: "What happened to Master Nan Yang? What kind of injury did you suffer, and you lost so much blood!"

"Qing Muzi, come and see her first, I'll find a bandage to stop the bleeding on her wrist." Rong Huai's cuffs and fronts were covered with large blood stains, and the bright red color was very conspicuous on the white clothes.

Qing Muzi stepped forward, tapped several large acupuncture points all over Nan Yang's body, and stretched out his hand to touch the side of her neck.

"Why... the dignified lord made it like this..." Qing Muzi sighed, helping Rong Huai to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound for Nan Yang.

Rong Huai sent Nan Yang a lot of energy, but Nan Yang's face was still pale.

Yu Xiu rushed over very quickly at this time, and he rarely panicked even with a stern face. He walked to the bed in a few strides, took out a bottle of medicine, poured out two white balls, and poured them into Nan Yang's mouth. stuffed.

"Rong Huai! What do you think of Gu Nanyang!" Yu Xiu yelled at Rong Huai.

"It's my fault...it's my fault..." Rong Huai said guiltily.

Yu Xiuchang breathed out, calmed down, and said solemnly: "She had been deficient in both Qi and blood a few years ago, but now she has lost so much blood and Qi, her body was almost hollowed out, you know? what happened?"

"She... in order to forge a sword for Qing Huan... she sacrificed the sword..." Rong Huai said shyly.

"Bastard! She makes such a fuss, so let her do it! You have been making swords for so many years, and you dare to ask her to do things like sacrifice swords?!"

"It's my fault, brother." Rong Huai said in a low voice.

"Come along with me to send her true energy right now. You must keep her cultivation first, otherwise, her lifespan will be cut in half." Yu Xiu fed Nan Yang a few more medicines, and together with Rong Huai gave Nan Yang pass on merit.

Nan Yang has been in a coma.

Yu Xiu personally went to dispense the medicine for Nan Yang.Rong Huai then went to Hongfei Pavilion and informed Yun Tang who was temporarily staying there.

Yun Tang, Shu Yu, and Qing Huan were practicing swords in the small bamboo forest behind the disciple's dormitory, when they suddenly saw Rong Huai appearing with sporadic blood all over, they were all startled.

Yun Tang retracted his sword and hurriedly asked, "Master, what happened?"

"Go to the pill workshop right now, your master...she...is seriously injured." Rong Huai struggled to find such a word.

"What?!" Yun Tang was shocked, "How could Master..."

Qing Huan trembled all over, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and stepped forward: "What did you say? Master, she...she..."

Rong Huai took a complicated look at Qing Huan, and said: "What more questions are you asking! When your master wakes up, you can ask her yourself."

"She...she hasn't woken up yet..." Qing Huan's eyes turned red instantly, and she felt her heart plunge into the ice cellar in an instant. Master, how could... how could it be so...

Yun Tang looked at Qing Huan who ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye, and shouted: "Qing Huan!"

When Qing Huan opened the wooden door of the elixir shop, Qing Muzi was fiddling with something beside the medicine cabinet, she searched quickly, and soon found the woman in white on the bed in the corner.

Nan Yang's eyes were closed tightly, and her left wrist was hanging limply by the bed, wrapped in thick gauze.Her face was pale, without a trace of blood, her lips had lost the usual redness, and even her breathing was slightly terribly fluctuating, as if she had died.

This situation is like a steel needle piercing Qing Huan's heart.

Qing Huan rushed to the bed in a few steps, her eyes filled with tears of pity, but she didn't dare to touch Nan Yang.

"Master...Master..." Qing Huan murmured softly with sobs.

Seeing it, Qing Muzi walked over with scattered medicinal materials in his hands, and patted Qing Huan's shoulder lightly: "Don't worry, your master is just too weak, just take care of it for a while, and he won't die."

"Why did Master suffer such a serious injury? What happened to her wrist?" Qing Huan's face was covered with tears, and she raised her voice like a question.

"This...you wait for her to wake up and ask yourself." Qing Muzi really can't get involved, so he can only talk to Qing Huan like this.

"Why do you all ask me to ask myself? Is Master's injury related to me?!"

"Ahem..." Nan Yang, who was originally very quiet on the bed, suddenly coughed lightly.

Qing Muzi and Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang closely.I saw Nan Yang's body trembling slightly with the two light coughs, and then his closed eyes slowly opened a little, revealing those light brown pupils like green tea.

"Master..." Qing Huan hurriedly called.

"Cough...I was hurt...it has nothing to do with you..." Nan Yang said softly and weakly.

"Master Nanyang..." Qing Muzi couldn't help saying.

Nan Yang interrupted Qing Muzi: "Qing Muzi, you go out first, watch at the door, don't let anyone in for the time being...I have something to say alone...Speak to Qing Huan alone."

Qing Muzi sighed, but had no choice but to follow Nan Yang and leave the room.

"Master, what are you going to say?" Qing Huan sniffled, holding back tears, she didn't want to cry in front of Master.

"How did you come?"

"I overheard Master Rong Huai when he went to Hongfei Pavilion to talk to Senior Sister Yuntang." Qing Huan saw that the white clothes on Nan Yang's body were still stained with blood, "Master, you... your injury... "

"It's okay, you don't have to worry."

"..." Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang's weak and sick face pretending to be strong, and said words to comfort her, and tears rolled down her cheeks for a while.

"Why...why are you crying..." Nan Yang's voice was ethereal, like a wisp of solitary smoke.

"Because I care about Master, I like Master!" Qing Huan could no longer restrain her inner feelings, she never wanted to speak out as urgently as she is now.Nan Yang's fragile appearance deeply hurt her heart. She was really afraid that Master Jiu would never open her eyes in the next moment, and she would never be able to say this.

"Qing Huan... I like you too..." A tear dripped from the corner of Nan Yang's eyes and wet the pillow, "You are my apprentice... you are my junior, the apprentice I like..."

"No, no, I don't like Master the way I like elders, I like Master, it's..."

"No...don't say...you are just my junior, just my apprentice, I am your master, I am your master..." Nan Yang covered her eyes with the back of her right hand. She didn't know why and wanted to cry .

"I know that you are my master! I know that you brought me back to the North Penalty when I was bullied by others, that you put on me the flowing jade that melted your blood, and that you made me kneel down and accept me as Disciple, it was you who raised me, I know it was you! You are my master, all my attachment..." Qing Huan couldn't control her tears, and choked up while crying, "When I was about to die, only You, only you are willing to talk to me, hold me up, when I am hurt, only you give me medicine so gently, I don’t know anything, you teach me everything... Without you, I would not be as light as I am Huan standing here today, how can I not like you, how can I not like you, tell me...I don't want to like you...but I like you..."

"This kind of relationship is...wrong..." Nan Yang coughed twice again, "Qing Huan, you are still young, you are... just a momentary crush on me... I pretend nothing happened..."

"Impossible, master, impossible. How could you deceive me and yourself?"

"Qing Huan..." Nan Yang stretched out his right hand with difficulty and touched the top of Qing Huan's hair, "In my eyes... you will always be a child, and will always be my junior..."

Qing Huan seemed to explode suddenly, grabbed Nan Yang's hand and pressed it to Nan Yang's side, turned over, put it on Nan Yang's body, pinched Nan Yang's chin and kissed it hard.

If drunkenness was used as an excuse last time, what about this time?

Nan Yang couldn't take it anymore, she struggled and dodged feebly, but it was useless.

Qing Huan kissed Nan Yang forcefully, and cried, "Master...I love you...I love you..."

Nan Yang suddenly pushed Qing Huan hard with all his strength, turned his face out of the bed, and spat out a mouthful of blood.Dazzlingly red blood reflected on the snow-white bed sheet, dazzling tightly.

Nan Yang held onto the edge of the bed and coughed heavily, her chin was overflowing with blood, the true energy in her body was swimming around in an abnormally chaotic manner, constantly impacting her tendons, causing her to flow retrogradely for a while, vomiting blood continuously.

"Master...Master!" Qing Huan was so frightened that she quickly supported Nan Yang, but she didn't know how to help her.

"Ahem...Qing Huan, do you still remember what I said when my teacher accepted you..." Nan Yang's red eyes fixed on Qing Huan.

"Master!...Don't talk anymore, you vomited a lot of blood..." Qing Huan picked up the towel next to him and helped Nan Yang wipe away the frightening amount of blood.

"As a teacher...respect the teacher and respect the way, don't disobey and commit crimes...you are now...if you don't look back, the teacher will expel you, a rebellious disciple...from the teacher..."

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop talking, I will never disobey you again, don't drive me out of the teacher's school, don't be angry...don't spit blood just because I'm angry again..." Qing Huan Crying with tears all over her face, she saw Nan Yang's usually spotless white clothes criss-crossed with horrible bloodstains, she suddenly hated herself, why?Why?Everything she did was wrong!

Nan Yang bit her lips tightly, and the hands holding the edge of the bed couldn't help shaking.She closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears spilled down her pale cheeks.

Why do people cry?

Because sad.Because I can't ask for it, because I can't let it go, because I have thoughts but lose them, so I cry.

Nan Yang, who used to disregard his own life and death, and Nan Yang, who was too lazy to cry after suffering from Cruciatus pain, is now crying.