Qinghuan was at a loss, her mind was like a mess, but fortunately, she knew that she would immediately get up and go outside to find someone who knew how to heal.

Aokiko was standing far away at the foot of the steps, and next to him stood Yuntang and Shuyu, chatting about something. Suddenly, I saw Qing Huan rushing out in a panic, with a lot of blood on his body, and the three of them hurriedly ran up.

Qinghuan grabbed Aokizi, and didn't have time to wipe the tears on his face: "I beg you, save Master, save Master......"

When Aokizi saw Qing Huan's appearance, he probably knew what the situation was in Nanyang, and he hurriedly said to Qing Huan: "I'm going to see the Venerable now, you go to the alchemy room to find Yu Xiuzun immediately, and let him come over immediately!" ”

Qinghuan didn't talk any more nonsense, and immediately went to the alchemy room.

Yuntang and Shuyu rushed into the house, and when they saw Nan Yang leaning weakly against the head of the bed, his chin and body covered with blood, they also panicked.

"Master!"

"Your Excellency ......"

……

Nan Yang's face was weak, and there were large blood stains on the bed, which made Yun Tanghe's heart tighten instantly when he took over Shuyu.

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Nanyang's illness is a month.

Yu Xiu put down all the affairs in his hand and stayed in the pill shop to prepare all kinds of pills for Nanyang. Nan Yang had already moved back to Rongkue Pavilion, so batches of medicines continued to be sent to Rongkuge. Fortunately, Nan Yang's physique is already superior to ordinary people, after all, she is the Northern Punishment Venerable Lord, and these injuries cannot pose a very serious threat to her.

After this month, Nanyang's body was well rested because he was taken care of by everyone, and he was almost recovered.

Even if there is, it's just a small problem, and if you take care of it, it won't be good.

This is a diagnosis given by Yu Xiu himself.

In the past month, Qinghuan has never come to see Nanyang again, as if the world has evaporated.

The sword that Nan Yang had forged at great cost had been completely solidified. Rong Huai took out the sword, and after opening the blade, he took it to the Rong Ku Pavilion.

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

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

Her body was still a little weak, but she endured it, and immediately sent someone to bring sandalwood glass and other things, and decorated the sword with her own hands. The hilt of the sword is wrapped in a whole piece of glass, which is crystal clear, and matches the sword body very well; In the groove of the sword body, it was inlaid with gold wire, outlining the gorgeous pattern of the whole phoenix spreading its wings and roaring for nine days.

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

The whole sword really looked like a feather that had fallen from the phoenix's body, and it was still burning with blazing flames.

"Senior brother, bring this sword to Qinghuan." Nan Yang gave the phoenix feather sword to Rong Huai.

Rong Huai took the sword and sighed: "It took you seven years to forge it, and you used your own blood to sacrifice the sword, such a precious thing, why don't you give it to her personally?" ”

"I don't want her to know. And thou shalt say, Thou hast made it. Nan Yang replied lightly.

Qing Huan can't get out of her infatuation anymore, if you let Qing Huan know that this sword was forged by herself, I'm afraid she won't be able to let go. Besides, she doesn't like this kind of senseless thing to disturb other people's moods. Whether she is injured or tired or not has nothing to do with anyone else.

"Alas...... This sword is indeed a good sword, even better than your falling frost. I've been forging a sword for so many years, but I've never seen a sword like this. Rong Huai touched the sword body nostalgically, "Since you are so stubborn, I don't have much to say, so I will give it to her." ”

Nan Yang nodded lightly and turned around in silence.

Since Qinghuan returned to Hongfei Pavilion, he locked himself in the room, copying his schoolwork day and night, until he had a double image in front of him; Then he took the sword and went to the small bamboo forest behind him to practice the sword frantically, until his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't move anymore.

Shuyu stood quietly to the side and watched, seeing the sword in Qinghuan's hand fall to the ground with a bang, Qinghuan sat on the ground in despair, Shuyu stepped forward, squatted in front of Qinghuan, and picked up her sword.

"Qinghuan, you like to be honored, don't you?" Shuyu asked softly.

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

"You like Your Excellency, but you can't be together, so you're desperate, aren't you?" Shuyu also sat down, playing with the sword in his hand, "Your Excellency has grown you up to more than a hundred years old, maybe you were born into a mulberry field, and when she was born, it was still a sea." You understand the distance between you, but you still like her. Because I like this kind of feeling, it's not something you can control. Like, if a sword stabs at the Venerable, before your brain reacts, your body has already passed to block it, and it is not something you can control at all. ”

He smiled lightly and raised his eyes to look at Shuyu: "You're right. ”

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

“……”

"You're indulging, you're decadent, you've lost faith in all hope because of a small blow. Qinghuan, is your love worth so much? ”

"Rain...... I was just tired, I didn't give up, I just ......"

"You're just a little lost. But it doesn't matter, Qinghuan. She has been indifferent for more than a hundred years, and it is not so easy to cover up. That day, I saw her crying, and she cried for you, you know what that means? ”

Xiaohuan smiled and looked at Shuyu: "I understand." Thank you. ”

"Let's prepare for the sword trial." The rain patted Qinghuan's shoulder.

Qinghuan nodded. She crossed Shuyu's shoulder, saw Rong Huai walking towards this side, hurriedly stood up, and said, "Uncle Rong Huai." ”

Shuyu turned his head, and said respectfully: "Rong Huaizun." ”

Rong Huai handed the Feng Yu Sword carefully wrapped in silk cloth in his hand to Qing Huan: "You take this sword, use it well in the sword test meeting." ”

Qing Huan took it a little inexplicably, weighed it in his hand, and said suspiciously: "This sword ...... Where did it come from? ”

Rong Huai's face was difficult, and he only said: "You don't ask, you just need to know that this is a peerless sword, make good use of it." ”

Qing Huan lifted a little silk cloth and held the hilt of the Phoenix Feather Sword in her hand, an inexplicable familiar feeling suddenly came to her heart, and she felt that the flowing jade on her chest seemed to be hot.

Qinghuan hurriedly called Rong Huai, who turned around and wanted to leave: "Uncle Rong Huai!" ”

Rong Huai turned his head slightly: "What else is the matter?" ”

"This sword...... Isn't it related to Master? "For some reason, she just had that gut feeling.

Rong Huai sighed and was silent for a long time before he said, "You have a smart brain, think about why your master lost so much blood a few days ago." ”

Qing Huan trembled, looking at the phoenix feather sword in her hand, the whole body of the crystal red sword body stinging her eyes.

Isn't that...... Forged by Master's blood?

Rong Huai added: "I shouldn't hide it from you." Nanyang she cast for seven years, in order to cast this sword, she had new wounds on her wrists and old wounds, and her weakness was also caused by running back and forth between the Rongkue Pavilion and the sword casting pool. Qinghuan, hold it well, every detail of this sword is made by your master's hand, and there is so much blood on it! ”

Qinghuan bit her lip tightly, and her tears couldn't stop staying.

She suddenly remembered Master's indifferent and detached voice:

"I'm hurt...... It's none of your business. ”

This blood-red sword, holding it in his hand, actually has a hot illusion, it seems to sense the flowing jade in Qing Huan's neck and it belongs to the same blood, very spiritually vibrating slightly.