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Qing Huan carefully picked out more than a dozen different rulers, of different lengths and weights, and then lined them up, pulled Yuntang over, and pointed at the row of rulers seriously: "Senior Sister, look at which one hit you. It doesn't hurt that much?"

Yuntang burst into laughter: "What are you playing tricks on? Do you spoil you too much on weekdays, and your skin itch?"

"That's not true." Qing Huan must have been angry when she thought of Master's cold tone and lamented, "I did something bad, Master wants to beat me."

"Master's indifferent temper, how could he be angry with you. What kind of unreasonable thing have you done?"

"That..." Thinking of the reason, Qing Huan blushed again, and said vaguely, "Senior Sister, don't ask..."

"Okay. Then take this one, it looks sincere." Yuntang picks out the thickest one naively.

Qing Huan's expression almost burst into tears: "It's so rough! It's going to break my bones!"

Yun Tang raised her eyebrows: "The lightest pick? The long and slender one, it will be more vigorous when you draw it."

Qing Huan's little brain is running fast, in fact, it hurts from the thick to the thin, so if you take all of them to let the master pick them, it seems sincere, maybe the master will stop beating if he is moved by his sincerity.

Qing Huan smiled slyly, hugged a bunch of various rulers, large and small, into her arms, and ran towards Nanyang's bedroom.

Nan Yang had obviously put that joke behind her mind, she was busy all the way, and after returning to the palace, she just wanted to cleanse herself and take a bath.

After dismissing all the maids, Nan Yang stood alone by the bathtub, ready to undress and take a bath.

The white robes were taken off lightly one by one, revealing a slender and white neck and perfectly curved shoulders.The long soft black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the white and slender alluring waist faintly flashed, the beautiful butterfly bones on the back danced with her movements, and the ups and downs of the waist curve were enough to arouse the evil thoughts of everyone in the world.

Nan Yang's figure is extremely well-proportioned, her abdomen is delicate and firm due to sword practice, and the muscle contours faintly form a "Chuan" shape.

Who would have imagined that under the elegant and ascetic white robe, there was such a beautiful scene that made people's blood surge.

Nan Yang sank half of his body into the hot bath, closed his eyes and meditated.Thoughts do not know how to think half a month ago.

It took her five days to arrive at Mount Hua, and it stands to reason that she would have to stay for at least a month before returning in order to be in accordance with etiquette.During this period, she continued to receive letters from Feige from Yuntang, which made her unable to practice with peace of mind for a day.

Nine out of ten letters mentioned Qinghuan.Yuntang said that since she came to Huashan, Qinghuan has often been in a daze, and occasionally wakes up crying at night, and sometimes calls Master in her sleep.The food wasn't good either. Nan Yang had only left for a few days, and Qing Huan's little face became sharper.

Nan Yang felt that he went to Mount Hua and did nothing. He just ran there for five days and lived there for a while. He ate a few meals of Huashan pie, except that Huashan dishes contained more potatoes while Beifei dishes contained more vegetables. , no gain at all.

She always felt that she was thinking about something, or waiting for something.

The water vapor in the bath was dense, and the hot air dyed Nan Yang's fair face flushed, and there was a hint of coquettishness on her cold and refined face.

"Master..."

"Hey, don't go in, Your Majesty is taking a bath..."

"Master told me to come, don't stop me."

The sound reached the threshold in an instant, Nan Yang frowned, stood up quickly, and brought a loud "wow-------" sound of water.In the blink of an eye, the white clothes on the hanger flew up, and were put on Nan Yang's delicate body in an instant.

The light clothes were soaked in water, and they stuck to Nan Yang's body very snugly. The tail of hair and neck were still dripping, and the lapels were slightly open, revealing snow-like skin.

Qing Huan had just stepped on the threshold, and was stunned when she saw Nan Yang's appearance, and stood there holding a bunch of rulers foolishly.

"I told you to come at night, what time is it now?" Nan Yang sullenly frowned, and looked out the window.There was a thin first-quarter moon hooked in the dark sky, and there was not a single star around.Her voice stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

The air seemed to freeze.Qing Huan swallowed nervously, clearly feeling the rapid and powerful beating of her heart in her chest.

After a long time, Nan Yang came back to his senses: "Oh...it turns out it's already dark."

"Yes... the disciple is abrupt..." Qing Huan felt that it was inexplicably awkward to speak now, and almost bit her tongue.

Master is really beautiful, the most beautiful person she has ever seen.Although she stayed in Beifei all day long, she didn't see many people.Qing Huan shook her head, feeling that she was in a strange state and a little dizzy, maybe the heat in the bath was too thick.

"What are you... doing with so many sticks?" Nan Yang didn't think about it for a moment.

"Master... what Master said earlier, told me to come to you with a ruler..."

Nan Yang stepped forward, and leaned slightly close to Qing Huan. The white clothes that had not been tidied up and the aroma of plum blossoms on her body after bathing made Qing Huan feel suffocated.

"I remembered it. Just in time, let's take this one." Nan Yang pulled out a slender and light one and put it on the side table.

Qing Huan nodded foolishly: "Oh..."

"Take it and wait for me in the plum garden. Today I will teach you the basic swordsmanship of Beifei."

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, and quickly knelt down respectfully: "Thank you, Master."

The evening wind was cool and cold, causing a small area of ​​falling plum petals to dance gently, and the wind blew into Qinghuan's nose with a little refreshing plum fragrance, which was exactly the same as Nanyang's usual smell.

Beifei Mountain is located in the extreme north, and it snows all the year round, so ordinary flowers and plants cannot survive at all.There is only this plum tree in the garden, which often blooms a tree of pink and white plum blossoms, adding a little color to the monotonous whiteness of the ice and snow.

Nan Yang likes plum blossoms and often comes to the plum garden to meditate.The pink and white petals covering the ground are like a fairyland, and the small plum blossoms in full bloom are not only beautiful, but are also used to practice swords more often.For a while, Nan Yang was obsessed with using a sword to engrave letters on the finely divided petals, and the petals could not be knocked off the branches by force.

Qing Huan waited for Nan Yang in the plum garden with a ruler in hand. After some time, scattered plum blossoms fell from her shoulders.

At some point, Nan Yang stood behind Qing Huan, holding a Xueqing long sword in his hand.

"Your vigilance is really bad." Nan Yang's voice was indifferent and emotionless.

Qing Huan didn't turn around, but just smiled coquettishly: "I know it's Master, so I'm not vigilant."

Although Nan Yang's breath is almost fused with Mei Yuan, but the warmth after bathing, there is also a familiar feeling that can no longer be familiar, how can Qing Huan not recognize it.

Nan Yang shook his head: "Sophistry!...Have you practiced the mental method I gave you before?"

"Yes, the apprentice has practice."

"That's good. Take a good look at me. I will remember the posture of swinging the sword and the footwork of my feet." Before Nan Yang finished speaking, he raised his sword and flew up.

Qing Huan couldn't bear to blink her eyes, staring at Nan Yang's sword dancing figure.The capable white dress with arrow sleeves wrapped in a slender body looks like a dragon frightened by a dragon in the dark night. The hunting wind is rolled up at the cuffs, and the pink flowers that fall to the ground follow it.

Xueqing's sword pointed straight at a bunch of plum blossoms on the branch, and with a flick of the sword, twelve petals fell off.Nan Yang turned around calmly and stepped on the first petal that fell to the ground. At the same time, the long sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, pierced the other one in the air. The sword wind raised by the sword raised the remaining petals to a perfect height.

Nan Yang turned around and stepped on the second falling petal again, leaned over and almost touched the ground, and the tip of the sword pierced one with precision, without missing a beat.The remaining four steps follow this routine.

After playing this whole set of swordsmanship, Nan Yang happened to step on six petals, and the footwork of each petal corresponded to a posture that stabbed the plum blossom in the air. She seemed to complete it very easily, and the movements were so fast that she couldn't see it unless she looked carefully. specific posture.

Nan Yang retracted his sword neatly, and looked towards Qing Huan, who was a little sluggish: "See clearly? I will knock down the flower for you. You can just hit it with a ruler according to my posture and pace just now."

"Master, it's too difficult! Didn't you teach beginners how to use swordsmanship?" Qing Huan had a bitter face, embarrassed.

"This is the basic six-step entry-level swordsmanship. You must practice these six steps well. The rest of the higher-level swordsmanship all originate from these six steps and are restrained by these six steps. Everything has its source, and the source is The simplest, but also the most able to control all things."

"Oh...well..." Qing Huan was extremely guilty.

Nan Yang saw her uneasiness, and comforted her: "It will be much easier for you to exercise according to the mental method I gave you before you swing the sword."

Qing Huan nodded, holding up the ruler tremblingly with her left hand.

An idea moved in Nan Yang's mind inexplicably, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes: "Use your right hand."

"What? My...right hand?!" Qing Huan's mind went blank for a moment, she was already extremely guilty, but Nan Yang suddenly made such a difficult request, which made her even more at a loss.His right hand hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably.

On her right hand...it was tied to the past when she was ignorant three years ago, which was the most embarrassing and also the last thing she wanted to think about.Memories are like a flood of beasts, rushing in, instantly destroying Qing Huan's hard-earned self-confidence.

"You try it. I want to see how your right hand has recovered in the past few years."

"Master!" Qing Huan said anxiously.

Looking at Qing Huan, Nan Yang's gaze suddenly softened. She walked forward slowly, put her hand on Qing Huan's shoulder, and whispered softly: "Huan'er, what are you afraid of? I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

Yes, what are you afraid of...

Qing Huan was silent for a while.She is not only a physical obstacle, but more of a psychological obstacle.The heart-piercing pain of jointing tendons back then is vividly remembered. It is said that once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.She doesn't dare to move her right hand in daily life, so how easy is it to hold a sword now?

The air froze.

Nan Yang couldn't wait for Qing Huan's response, so he just sighed: "That's all. You need to remember that the growth of age and the improvement of swordsmanship are not the most important. Seeing through your state of mind and breaking through your state of mind is what I am doing in the north. That’s right. You should practice with your left hand first.”

Qing Huan felt that she was useless at this moment, she couldn't understand what Master said, and she didn't dare to do something.She doesn't know anything, when can she catch up with Master?I can't catch up in my life.

Nan Yang stood quietly beside a plum tree, and Xue Qing's long sword waved casually on the branch. She could control the trajectory of every petal flying down without using her eyes to see.She is so leisurely and indifferent, every movement always shows her unfathomable strength.

Looking at the cold woman in white clothes under the plum tree, Qing Huan felt a soreness in her chest.She suddenly felt that although the master was standing there so close, he was separated from her by a cycle of heaven and earth, so far away that he would never be able to reach her.

Qing Huan's head was pierced with a sword.

"Come again." Nan Yang's emotionless voice was a bit uncomfortable at the moment.

Qing Huan nodded, walked back to her original position, and practiced hard, while recalling the steps that Master walked just now.

I don't know how long she has been practicing, but at first Qing Huan secretly counted the number of times she practiced, but then she was disheartened by the countless repetitions.Why can't I do the few movements that the master did so smoothly and simply?Several times, I was about to hit the petals, but just a little bit, always a little bit.

Qing Huan tried her best to stab the first two swords, turned around and started in the third movement, slipped on her foot, and fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment, Qing Huan's eyes were sore, feeling inexplicably wronged.

Seeing this, Nan Yang didn't come over to support and comfort her as usual. Her eyes froze, and her voice suddenly became cold: "Get up, do it again!"

"Master..." Qing Huan's voice was choked with sobs. She had practiced for a long time and worked very hard, and her wrists were sore.

"Sitting on the ground and crying when you can't finish it, what does it look like? Do you think practicing swords is a child's play, and you can do whatever you want?" Nan Yang's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost, "Do you know that while the first After rehearsing, you can stab five swords without any deviation, and Yuntang can stab six swords only the third time?"

Qing Huan didn't dare to say another word.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan's weak body that fell to the ground, and the silent side face after being reprimanded, and suddenly understood something.

She originally thought that Qing Huan suffered such inhuman sufferings when she was young, and her character would be higher than that of her peers.But the fact is not the case. Only myself, Yuntang and Zizheng are the only ones in Rongku Pavilion, who can give Qinghuan too little, and have pampered her too much in the past few years, so she has such a fragile temperament. Sometimes Qinghuan is too dependent on her. Crying and acting like a baby to solve the problem is absolutely unacceptable.

Nan Yang paused, as if he had thought it over carefully: "Tomorrow, you will go to Hongfei Pavilion, and join the most common introductory disciples, and have morning and evening classes like them, starting from the most basic."

Nan Yang paused for a moment, and the next sentence sent Qing Huan into the ice cellar. It was clear that the tone was usually flat, but the content was very chilling:

"From now on, the master of Hongfei Pavilion will be your new master with his son."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yang was cruel, turned around and walked away without looking back at Qing Huan.

Nan Yang knows that in an environment like Rongkuge, it is difficult for Qing Huan to make progress in stages. There are some things that she or Yun Tang cannot bestow, and some experiences need Qing Huan to explore slowly by herself.She needs to be in the group of her peers, and this is something she cannot give her.

When Qing Huan heard the words "new master", her body shook violently, and her tears became more violent.Seeing Nan Yang's deserted back leaving, he just left him and left without looking back.

Qing Huan felt as if a certain part of her heart had been dug out.The lonely little figure sat on the ground of the plum garden for a long time, until she spit white in the east, and a thick layer of falling flowers almost buried her into a flower mound.

Master...does she not want her?