I Qinghuan gl

March of the North Penalty is coming soon.

The preparations for the sword test competition began one month in advance. Like previous years, the venues were set up on the sword training ground and the sword discussion arena. Large and small martial arts competition platforms were filled with the sword discussion arena, some were high, some were low, and some were next to each other. There are also elevated ones suspended in the air.However, no one dared to move the highest position of the Sword Discourse Arena, it was reserved for the head and the three elders.

Many disciples had entered the Sword Discourse Arena a few days earlier relying on their relationship with the guard disciples of the Sword Discourse Arena, and they couldn't wait to stand up and experience it. The upcoming grand event will make all the disciples excited and eager to try.

Half a month before the Sword Trial Conference, the major sects sent their disciples to Beifei Mountain one after another. Needless to say, Kunlun and Huashan, who have good friends with Beifei, also sent people from Chaos Flower Valley this time, and the ones who came were high-ranking students. The noble little grain owner.

All of a sudden, the originally clean North Penalty was filled with people from various sects. They were dressed in black and green, and they were so fancy that the disciples of the North Penalty, who could only see a vast expanse of white on weekdays, ran out to join in the fun.

However, the Canghai Pavilion, Wanlang Pavilion, and Rongku Pavilion where the three lived are still deserted.No one dares to come here to make a mistake.

Cang Min sat on the chair lazily, his eyes wandered back and forth on the table next to him, with an expression of admiration: "Tsk tsk, Ah Yang, your red sandalwood table looks really good..."

Nan Yang, who was sitting next to her, had a cold face, and slowly drank a cup of tea: "If you like it, move away."

"Then why are you so embarrassed? We haven't seen each other for so many years. You see, I didn't bring anything with me this time, and I also want to move your Rongku Pavilion table? It's outrageous." Cang Min smiled lightly, and curled his index finger Tap lightly on the mahogany tabletop.

"If you don't go to the guest room reserved for you by the North Penalty, what are you doing here?" Nan Yang put down his teacup and glanced at Cang Min indifferently.

"I'm concerned about you, understand? I heard that you had a serious illness a while ago. Here, gauze is still wrapped around your wrist."

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

"...Ah Yang, I heard that you have three apprentices? I thought that Rongku Pavilion of yours should be very lively, but the young apprentices are chattering, and I just like to join in the fun. Why are you so deserted by yourself?" Cang Min's fingers caressed on the table unconsciously.

"..." Nan Yang was the first to think of Qing Huan for some reason, and bowed his head silently.

Cang Min looked at Nan Yang's expression and chuckled: "Your expression looks like a little daughter-in-law."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nan Yang gouged Cang Min with his eyes.

"Hmm... okay, I'm talking nonsense. But I just went to see the guest room, the furnishings there are too bad, I don't want to live there. Your place is not bad, there are so many mahogany furniture, I like it very much, I'll just stay here with you, okay?"

"If you want to live, you can live here. When you exit the main hall, turn right and reach the end. There are all vacant rooms. You can pick whatever you want."

Cang Min pouted: "This is your way of hospitality? Tsk tsk..."

"This is my way of hospitality." Nan Yang said lightly.

So, Cang Min really left the other Kunlun disciples behind and lived in Rongku Pavilion by himself.

Junqiao was very busy at first, and as the young owner of Luanhua Valley, there are a lot of things waiting for her to deal with in the valley.But when the sword test meeting of Beipu was approaching, she still came all the way to Beipu herself.

Wuji, Wugong, and Wuming are her three bodyguards, the martial arts masters assigned to Junqiao by the old Guzhu himself.

Junqiao sat silently in Beifei's guest room.She is 23 years old this year, and her demeanor is more elegant than seven years ago. She is dressed in green clothes to make her more charming and charming, and her eyebrows and eyes are as clear and pure as ink paintings.Her hand hidden under the sleeve was rubbing something to play with, and upon closer inspection, she could see that it was a half-faced white jade mask carved with intricate cloud patterns.

A thin layer of white jade looks radiant and cool to the touch.

Wuji said in a solemn voice from the side: "Master Shaogu, the news has just come from the owner of the valley, that the secret work of the Burning Clan has been discovered in the valley."

"Have you found out everything?"

"No, only a small number of them were caught, and the owner of the valley probably still has leftovers to clean up."

"Pass down the order, Gu Zhongxian will no longer accept new disciples for the time being, all disciples within three years of entry time will be expelled from Chaos Flower Valley, and disciples within five years of entry time will be carefully investigated." Junqiao held up the white jade mask quite casually. Gestures in front of the play.

"Master Shaogu, will this cause confusion among the disciples in the valley?" Wu Gong interjected.

"Chaos is chaos. Only when it makes them feel uneasy, will they understand when they shouldn't be used by villains." Jun Qiao said slowly.

"Master Gu also meant the same thing. In addition, Master Gu also specifically ordered Master Shaogu to visit the head of the Northern Punishment Sect or the three priests during his trip, and discuss... matters related to the Burning Heaven Clan." Wuji said cryptically.

Junqiao immediately understood the meaning of Wuji's Guzhu, and said with a smile, "That's not right, it's been a while since I've seen the Venerable Master of Beifei. Who can visit now?"

Wuming spoke, his voice was like a robot, without cadence, it sounded very strange: "Now the master Hong Shengyun has not come out of seclusion, Master Yu Xiu is busy presiding over matters related to the sword test meeting, Rong Huaizun is casting I don't know if Jianchi is convenient..."

"Then we can only go to see Lord Nanyang?" Junqiao smiled slightly, "It's very good, I haven't seen her for so many years, and I really want to see her."

Wuji respectfully said: "Yes, this subordinate will lead Shaogu Master to Rongku Pavilion."

When Junqiao arrived at Rongrong Pavilion, Nan Yang and Cang Min were setting up a small table under an old tree, making tea and playing chess.

Wuji said: "Master Shaogu, do you need subordinates..."

"You three go down, I'm not in any danger here, I just want to have a good chat with Lord Nanyang." Junqiao was still playing with the white jade mask in his hand, looking at Nanyang with a smile.

Cang Min was facing Jun Qiao, she raised her eyebrows, and said to Nan Yang with a smile: "Yo, where did you hook up with this girl?"

Nan Yang turned his head inexplicably, saw Jun Qiao, and narrowed his eyes.

Who is this coming?

a little familiar...

Nan Yang bit her lower lip and tried hard to think, but as long as she didn't specifically remember things, she usually forgot them very quickly.This person should not have been seen for many years, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to remember his identity and name.

Junqiao stepped forward and said, "Honorable Lord Nanyang, don't come here without any harm."

Nan Yang was still obsessed with thinking about who this person was.

Seeing Nan Yang in a daze, Cang Min couldn't help laughing, and said to Jun Qiao: "Where is she so safe? In the past few years, there have been serious and minor ailments. Look, she still has injuries on her hands."

Junqiao raised his eyebrows: "Master Nanyang, why is your wrist still injured seven years ago?"

Nan Yang suddenly remembered that seven years ago, Junqiao bandaged her wound and gave her a mecha bird and a mecha mouse.

"Cough...it's just a new injury. It's the owner of Shaogu, please sit down." Nan Yang replied politely.

Jun Qiao sat down at the side, raised his eyebrows and asked Nan Yang: "What do you mean by 'the original is the master of Shaogu'? Didn't you recognize me just now?"

Cang Min looked at Nan Yang's slightly red ears, and said with a smile: "She must have forgotten, she has never had a good memory."

Junqiao put the white jade mask in his hand on the side of the chessboard, and pointed to the mask: "Master Nanyang, do you still remember this mask? Seven years ago, you and I both took a fancy to it. Later, I went to buy it back , do you still want to?"

Nan Yang said lightly: "Sorry, I forgot. Master Shaogu just hold it. Master Shaogu came to see me, what's the matter?"

Cang Min interrupted and said: "Oh! I see, this Shaogu master must not be used to living in that dilapidated guest room. I don't want to get to know you, so I came here for a place to stay. Who would want you to be so heartless? The guy completely forgot about others..."

"Cang Min!" Nan Yang stopped Cang Min's nonsense, looked at Jun Qiao in embarrassment, and said, "If that's the case, it's my fault, Master Shaogu can also choose a room to live in."

Jun Qiao opened her eyes, this was an unexpected gain, but...she seemed to have no reason to shirk it.

"Then I would like to thank Lord Nanyang. In fact, there are still some trivial matters, but it is really not easy to bring them out to disturb the interest of the Lord. Lord Nanyang should drink tea and play chess first."

Nan Yang nodded, poured a cup of tea for Jun Qiao, then turned around and continued playing chess with Cang Min.

While drinking tea, Junqiao quietly watched Nan Yang's concentration and serenity while playing chess, still playing with the white jade mask in his hand.

There are still ten days until the sword test meeting.

Just before nightfall, Qing Huan put down the book in his hand, picked up the sword and walked towards the small bamboo forest.

Shu Yu happened to come back from the outside, holding a paper bag in his hand, still chewing something in his mouth, saw Qing Huan grab her: "Hey, where are you going? It's getting dark... oh, blah, blah..."

"What are you eating? It tastes so good." Qing Huan waved her nose in disgust.

"Sister Yuntang brought me leek buns... Hey, what's your expression? Look down on leek buns?"

"I didn't look down on you...you take your time, I've vacated the room for senior sister and you, see you later." Qing Huan wanted to leave with a dark face.

Shu Yu still pulled her: "Oh, what's your expression. You've been practicing swords like crazy these days, so you should rest. Hey, you haven't seen Your Majesty for a month or two, right? You have to be free tonight , you go to Rongku Pavilion to see her."

"Master won't want to see me." Qing Huan pouted.

"Who told you to jump out? I see that you are very anxious these days. Going to see Your Majesty, maybe you can relax a little. You can just quietly look at her from the side, and you have the right to reward yourself."

"It makes sense, that's okay." Qing Huan nodded, seeing Shu Yu chewing happily, she clicked her tongue twice, turned around and left.

Shuyu hugged the leek bag and shouted to Qinghuan: "Come back earlier!"

Qing Huan thought of something, and hurriedly turned around: "Hey! Don't take that stuff to the room to eat, or I'll kill you!"

"Oh..." Shuyu took out another leek packet from the paper bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and obediently stood at the door to eat.

Qing Huan nodded in satisfaction and left with confidence.

After a while, Yuntang came over.Seeing Shuyu standing at the door eating a bag of buns, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing standing here? Waiting for me?"

"That's not it... Qing Huan said that if I eat it, she will kill me." Shu Yu rolled her eyes.

Yuntang patted Shuyu's head amusedly: "Then you are quite obedient, why don't you usually see you so obedient?...Go in, stand here, and be careful not to get sick from the wind."

"Then what if Qing Huan kills me? Are you going to avenge me?" Shu Yu winked provocatively at Yun Tang.

"She's gone against the sky, I won't go back to Rongku Pavilion today, let's see if she has the guts to kill you."

"Sister Yuntang..." Shuyu stuffed his head into Yuntang's arms and kept rubbing, like a kitten.

The night is getting dark.The chess game was over long ago, Cang Min packed up and went back to his room.Nanyang and Junqiao still stayed there, making tea under the old tree.It was dark, and the surrounding white snow reflected the bright white moonlight, and the environment was really elegant and peaceful.

Junqiao drank a lot of tea, and found the tea to be full-bodied, with a delicate fragrance lingering on the tip of the tongue. It was very delicious, and said, "Honorable Master Nanyang's skill in making tea is really admirable. Do you have any skills? "

"The water for making the tea comes from the tip of the lotus petals raised in the highest pond in the North Penalty. The tea is the rare Dahongpao of the royal family. It is boiled slowly on a low fire, and the fragrance slowly overflows. The cup you drank first, and the current cup They are all very different. This cup has a mellow aroma, and the first cup has a fresh sweetness. The cups are different, so it makes people have an incomparable aftertaste." Nan Yang talked a lot more when talking about tea, and his expression relaxed Leisurely.

"The mountains where Taoists often live in Beifei are full of spiritual energy. The spiritual water from the spiritual mountains, the lotus flowers from the spiritual water, the dew from the tips of the lotus petals, how can the tea brewed be mediocre? If you don't go to the North Punishment, I guess I will never taste such tea in my life."

"Unexpectedly, Master Shaogu is also a tea lover." Nan Yang smiled slightly.

Nan Yang seldom smiles, at least in Junqiao, Nan Yang hardly ever smiles.In this dark night, against the background of the vast snow, the faint smile on the corner of Nanyang's lips, like the only blue lotus blooming in the ice and snow, is extraordinary and refined, unlike what can be found in the world, extremely elegant.

"Honorable Lord Nanyang, have you changed the medicine for your wound?" Junqiao asked softly.

Nan Yang was taken aback, then shook his head: "Not yet..."

Jun Qiao held Nan Yang's wrist, and Nan Yang struggled subconsciously. Jun Qiao said, "What are you hiding from? Didn't I change the medicine for you when your hand was injured like that a few years ago? This time I didn't bring a mecha mouse, I can't coax you."

Nan Yang's ears turned red, and he lowered his head: "No...don't bother Master Shaogu..."

"You see, since that incident happened before, I have always carried trauma ointment with me all these years, just in case. In case you accidentally get hurt somewhere later, if I happen to be by your side, at least, I have Medicine." Junqiao took a bottle of ointment and unscrewed the bottle.

Snapped.

There was an extremely slight sound of a branch breaking, which was very noticeable in the quiet environment where no one was around.

Nan Yang frowned. She had very good ears and instantly recognized where the sound was coming from. She drew her hand and got up and moved over.

"Who?" Nan Yang waved away the bushes with his cuff, and froze there with frowning brows.

Qing Huan bit her lip and looked at her intently.

Junqiao came over: "What's wrong? Who is it?"

Qing Huan turned her gaze to Junqiao, and chuckled lightly: "Sorry, I didn't intend to disturb you."

Nan Yang coughed lightly, turned to Junqiao and said, "I'm sorry, Master Shaogu, this is my apprentice, maybe he watched me talk to you, so he didn't come here for a while."

"Is it your apprentice? Hmm..." Junqiao nodded. For some reason, she always felt that what Nan Yang's apprentice said just now was a bit sour.

"Master Shaogu, it's getting late, why don't we meet again some other day." Nan Yang was very polite.

Junqiao chuckled: "Of course, it's getting late, Lord Nanyang has a good rest, remember to change your medicine."

"Yes, I remember." Nan Yang nodded politely.

After Junqiao said goodbye, he turned and left the courtyard.

Qing Huan snorted, turned around and wanted to leave.

Nan Yang almost subconsciously stepped forward and took Qing Huan's hand.

In the dark night, some cold fingers lightly touched Qing Huan's warm hands, like a snowflake falling lightly, making people feel dazed.