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Qing Huan was at a loss, her mind was in a mess, but luckily she got up immediately and went outside to find someone with medical skills.

Qing Muzi stood far under the steps, beside Yuntang and Shuyu, they were talking about something.Suddenly I saw Qing Huan rushing out in a panic, with a lot of blood on her body, and the three rushed up.

Qing Huan grabbed Qing Muzi, without wiping away the tears on her face: "I beg you, save Master, save Master..."

Seeing Qing Huan's appearance, Qing Muzi probably knew what's going on in Nanyang, he hurriedly said to Qing Huan: "I'm going to see Master Yu now, you immediately go to the alchemy room to find Master Yu Xiu, and ask him to come over right away! "

Qing Huan stopped talking nonsense and immediately went to the alchemy room.

Yun Tang and Shu Yu rushed into the room, seeing Nan Yang leaning weakly on the head of the bed with blood all over his chin and body, they also panicked.

"Master!"

"Your honor..."

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Nan Yang's complexion was weak, and the bed was stained with blood, which made Yun Tang and Shu Yu's heart tense instantly.

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Nan Yang's illness lasted for a month.

Yu Xiu put down all the affairs in his hands and stayed in the elixir workshop to prepare various elixir for Nan Yang.Nan Yang had already moved back to Rongku Pavilion, so batch after batch of medicines continued to be delivered to Rongku Pavilion.Fortunately, Nan Yang's physique was already superior to ordinary people's. After all, she was a well-behaved Lord of Northern Punishment. These injuries did not pose a serious threat to her.

After this month, Nan Yang's body has almost recovered due to everyone's care and adequate rest.

Even if there is, it's just a small problem. If you take good care of it, it will be fine.

This is the diagnosis given by Yu Xiu himself.

This month, Qing Huan never came to see Nan Yang again, as if the world had evaporated.

The sword that Nan Yang spent a huge price on has completely solidified.Rong Huai took out the sword, sharpened it and brought it to Rongku Pavilion.

"Nan Yang, this is the sword you forged." Rong Huai handed the crystal red sword held in both hands to Nan Yang. The intricate totem of the phoenix singing and flying carved by Nan Yang himself on the sword was extremely exquisite.

Nan Yang took the sword and gently stroked the blade with a complicated expression.

She was still a little weak, but she endured it, and immediately sent someone to bring sandalwood and colored glaze to decorate the sword with her own hands.The hilt of the sword is covered by a whole piece of glass, which is crystal clear and matches the body of the sword very well; the grooves of the body of the sword are inlaid with gold threads, outlining the gorgeous pattern of a phoenix spreading its wings and singing to the nine heavens.

At the end, Nan Yang personally engraved the name of the sword—Feng Yu—in a corner below the sword grid.

The whole sword really looks like a feather that fell from the body of a phoenix, and it is still burning with a scorching hot flame.

"Brother, you can bring this sword to Qing Huan." Nan Yang gave the Feng Yu Sword to Rong Huai.

Holding the sword, Rong Huai sighed: "It took you seven years to cast it, and you sacrificed the sword with your own blood. Why didn't you give it to her yourself for such a precious thing?"

"I don't want her to know. Just say, you made it." Nan Yang replied lightly.

Qing Huan can't get rid of her obsession with her, if Qing Huan knows that this sword was forged by herself, she will be even more unable to let go.Besides, she doesn't like such meaningless things disturbing other people's mood.It didn't matter to anyone else whether she was hurt or tired.

"Oh... this sword is indeed a good sword, even better than your Luoshuang. I have been making swords for so many years, but I have never seen such a good sword." Rong Huai touched the blade of the sword with nostalgia, "Since you Being so stubborn, I don't have much to say, so I'll give it to her."

Nan Yang nodded lightly, and turned around in silence.

Since returning to Hongfei Pavilion, Qing Huan has locked herself in the room, copying her homework day and night until double images appeared in front of her eyes; My hands and feet were weak and I couldn't move anymore.

Shu Yu stood quietly watching, saw the sword in Qing Huan's hand dropped to the ground with a clang, and Qing Huan sat down on the ground, Shu Yu stepped forward, squatted in front of Qing Huan, and picked up her sword.

"Qing Huan, you like Your Majesty, don't you?" Shu Yu asked softly.

"..." Qing Huan didn't answer, but just stared blankly at a certain point of nothingness.

"You like your lord, but you can't be together, so you are desperate, right?" Shu Yu also sat down, playing with the sword in his hand, "Your lord is more than a hundred years older than you, maybe when you were born The place that has become a mulberry field was still a sea when she was born. You understand the distance between you, but you still like her. Because liking this kind of emotion is beyond your control. Like, if there is a sword stabbing Your Majesty, before your brain reacts, your body has already blocked it, and it is beyond your control."

Smiled lightly, looked up at Shu Yu: "You're right."

"Since you can't give up on her, what are you doing now?"

"..."

"You are indulging, you are decadent, you have lost all hope because of a small blow. Qinghuan, is your love worth this?"

"Shu Yu...I'm just tired, I didn't give up, I just..."

"You're just a little lost. But it doesn't matter, Qinghuan. Your Majesty has been indifferent for more than 100 years, and it's not so easy to cover up. That day, I saw her cry, she cried for you, you know what it means ?"

Qing Huan looked at Shu Yu with a slight smile: "I understand. Thank you."

"Prepare for the sword test." Shu Yu patted Qing Huan on the shoulder.

Qing Huan nodded.Over Shu Yu's shoulder, she saw Rong Huai walking towards her, stood up hurriedly, and said: "Uncle Rong Huai."

Shu Yu turned her head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty Rong Huai."

Rong Huai handed the Phoenix Feather Sword carefully wrapped in silk cloth to Qing Huan: "You take this sword, and use it well at the sword trial meeting."

Qing Huan took it inexplicably, weighed it in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Where did this sword... come from?"

Rong Huai looked distressed, and said: "Don't ask, you just need to know, this is a peerless sword, make good use of it."

Qing Huan lifted a bit of the silk cloth, and grasped the hilt of Feng Yu Sword, an inexplicable familiar feeling suddenly came to her heart, she felt that the Liuyu hanging on her chest seemed to be burning hot.

Qing Huan hurriedly called out to Rong Huai who was about to leave: "Uncle Rong Huai!"

Rong Huai turned back slightly: "What else?"

"Is this sword... related to Master?" For some reason, she just had that intuition.

Rong Huai sighed, remained silent for a long time, and then said: "You are smart, think about why your master lost so much blood a few days ago."

Qing Huan trembled all over, looking at the Feng Yu Sword in her hand, the crystal red sword body hurt her eyes.

Is this... made of Master's blood?

Rong Huai added: "I shouldn't hide it from you. Nanyang has been casting for seven years. In order to forge this sword, she has new wounds on her wrists and old wounds. Her body is weak and she has to go back and forth between Rongku Pavilion and Jianjian Pool It was caused by exhaustion, and in the end, she put her own blood on the sword. Qing Huan, hold it carefully, every detail of this sword is made by your master's hands, and there is still so much blood on it ah!"

Qing Huan bit her lips tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

She suddenly remembered Master's indifferent voice:

"I was hurt...it has nothing to do with you."

Holding this blood-red sword had the illusion of being scalding hot. It seemed to sense the blood from the same source as it in the flowing jade around Qing Huan's neck, vibrating slightly spiritually.