Qinghuan felt that her head was groggy, and her feelings and anxiety were catalyzed deeper by the power of alcohol, and she had an urge to smash the table and stool, but her reason was suppressed.

She sat on her knees, her eyes burning from the wine, and her heart was so confused that she didn't understand what she was doing.

I don't know how long later, the door was opened again.

It was Shocking that he folded back, and he also held a bowl of decanting soup in his hand.

Shocking Hu saw Qing Huan sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Qing Huan's shoulder: "Light Huan, Light Huan, wake up." ”

Qinghuan was very dizzy, and he couldn't tell who the person next to him was, so he just wrapped his arms around Shock's waist, buried his face in Shock's shoulder socket and sobbed lowly.

"Why...... Why don't you want me...... Why ......" The voice was as thin as a willow in the wind, with a distressing cry.

Shocking Hu's face turned red, and his hand gently put on Qinghuan's shoulder: "Qinghuan, what are you talking about?" Who doesn't want you anymore? ”

Qinghuan didn't answer, just hugged the fright and cried more and more sadly.

Everyone doesn't want her. Her parents did not want her and threw her into the wilderness; The man who fed her the sugar gourd didn't want her, and didn't even look at her indifferently; Master...... Master also said, don't approach her again......

Jinghu pushed away a little Qinghuan, fed the decanting soup in his hand to Qinghuan's mouth, and coaxed softly: "Come, drink some decanting soup first." Just get some sleep. ”

Qinghuan drank a small half bowl on the edge of the bowl, and muttered: "I don't want to sleep...... I'm going to...... Lantern ......"

A doting smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he felt that the woman in his arms was extremely charming: "Okay, I'll take you to carry the lantern." ”

Qinghuan drank some sobering soup in a vague way and fell asleep. Shocking Corn picked her up steadily and walked to the main hall.

Everyone in the main hall has already arrived in the courtyard of Rong Ku Pavilion, and there are firecrackers and fireworks in a courtyard, and everyone has a red lantern in their hands. Rong Huai sat with Qianmi high on his shoulder, and Yu Xiu and Nan Yang were silent on the side. Bian Zi took advantage of the fact that the group of juniors were all around the fireworks, and the yard was lively.

Yu Xiu glanced at Nan Yang and said, "Nan Yang, your face is not very good?" When you're tired, go back and rest. ”

"No, I'm not lacking." Nan Yang pursed his somewhat red and swollen lips, avoiding Yu Xiu's gaze.

“…… When the apprentice grows up, it's just different. Yu Xiu suddenly said this.

"Huh?"

"......" Yu Xiu just looked at the entrance of the courtyard and didn't speak.

Nan Yang followed his gaze and saw a tall and tall handsome man holding a weak and beautiful woman intimately in his arms. In the entire northern punishment, it is rare to find such a good-looking Taoist couple.

Nan Yang hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

Her fist, hidden in her wide cuffs, grew tighter and tighter.

Why, she has a feeling that her own things are being violated?

Yu Xiu smiled lightly: "This kid has always liked Qinghuan. They are very suitable regardless of age, status, appearance and knowledge. ”

The corners of Nanyang's mouth pulled out a reluctant smile with difficulty: "...... Be. ”

"Shocking has told me many times that he wants to marry Qinghuan. We are the same family, and now our respective apprentices can be together, isn't it kissing and kissing? …… Oh, I don't know if it's the right word to use here. However, Nan Yang, if Qinghuan also has that meaning, are you willing to ask her to marry into my teacher's family? ”

Nan Yang glanced at Qinghuan who was snuggled in the arms of Shocking Hu, and for a long time, his eyes fell lightly on the pile of children who were making trouble, and his voice was empty and slow: "If I say, what if you are reluctant?" ”

Yu Xiu chuckled again and said, "The apprentice is older, even if you are her master, you can't control it." ”

Shuyu pulled Yuntang and Bian Zi to cover their ears and rushed back to the pile, shouting happily in their mouths.

Firecrackers and fireworks are lit at the same time, crackling loud noises and colorful fireworks bloom at the same time, and it is full of flavor and excitement for a while.

Qinghuan was still asleep. In this most celebratory time, she was not held in the arms of the person she liked.

And Nan Yang was standing five steps away from Qinghuan, but he didn't even dare to look at her.

Shuyu was very happy, looked around and saw that no one was looking at her, quietly pulled Yuntang's neck and kissed Yuntang on the lips, put her forehead against Yuntang's forehead, and said coquettishly: "Sister Yuntang, you can make a wish under the fireworks." ”

Yun Tang pinched Shuyu's face and smiled indulgently: "It's quite bold, but it's still a child, believe this kind of nonsense." ”

"I'm not a child!" Shuyu's face was torn out of shape by Yun Tang, "Anyway, I want to promise." My wish is that you will be able to marry me in the future. Or, put on men's clothes and follow me back to the Imperial City to be my colt. ”

"I'm talking nonsense again." Yuntang gently pushed Shuyu's forehead.

"Sister Yuntang, you must maybe, and the wish you make must be to be with me until you grow old!"

"I don't want it." Yun Tang smiled and refused.

Shuyu's face suddenly wrinkled, and her voice pretended to cry: "Say, you say." ”

"I won't say it."

Shuyu's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she twisted her face in distress.

Yun Tang smiled lightly, silently pulled Shuyu's hand, and slowly wrote a few words on it with his index finger -

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Shuyu smiled so that her dimples were deep, and with her gentle gaze at Yuntang, she raised Yuntang's hand with her ten fingers to her lips, and dropped a fine and dense kiss on it.

The fireworks are still flickering, and time is passing little by little, but people are not tired, just looking at this rare and beautiful fireworks.

Qinghuan gradually woke up at this time, and found that she had been lying in her arms, which shocked her body.

Jinghu lowered his head slightly and smiled: "Qinghuan? Wake up, just in time, look at the heavens. ”

Qinghuan hurriedly got up from Shock's arms, and searched Nanyang's figure with his eyes while sorting out his clothes.

Nan Yang was standing not far from her, looking up at the sky with a slightly raised face with an indifferent face, and the arc from the side face to the slender neck was beautiful and neat, revealing a trace of coldness. Her hand holding the handle of the lantern was clenched tightly, and the protruding blue and white joints could be seen.

Qinghuan bit her lip, ignoring the frightened gaze behind her, and slowly walked towards Nanyang.

"Master...... Master ...... "Qinghuan quietly made that lip shape over and over again, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Nan Yang felt that Qinghuan was looking at her. But she didn't dare to turn her head to look at Qinghuan.

It's close at hand.

But no.

Qinghuan looked at Nanyang, Nanyang looked at the sky, and just like that, it was stalemate until all the fireworks were over.

Nan Yang lowered his head and left silently with the lantern.

When she passed by Qinghuan, Qinghuan raised her hand and grabbed her. Nan Yang frowned.

smiled bitterly, there is something that can't be returned. She took out the paper bag that she had prepared long ago from her arms, put it in Nan Yang's hand, didn't say a word, let go of Nan Yang gloomily and turned around to leave first. She felt like her chest was being pinched tightly by Ling Chi.

Nan Yang held the inexplicable bag, and he didn't open it in front of everyone, but just held it in his hand and brought it all the way back to his bedroom.

After waiting until there was no one around, Nan Yang opened the paper bag with some trembling.

Inside was a bag full of candied dried fruits.

Next to it, there is also a sugar gourd.

How many people in the world can understand her preference for sweetness. How many people can care about her so carefully.

Nan Yang suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour. She has lived for more than a hundred years, and rarely has the urge to cry.

Years later, Yiqiē seems to have returned to calm.

Qinghuan and Shuyu returned to Hongfei Pavilion, and Yu Xiu and Rong Huai also took their respective apprentices back to their respective palaces. Bian Zi was immediately sent down the mountain to carry out the task, and for a while, the Rongkue Pavilion was deserted. All the traces left by the Chinese New Year were cleaned by the waiters, and there was no trace left.

Three months later, it was time for the sword trial.

The sword trial conference of the Northern Punishment is held once every ten years, and all disciples have to participate. All the disciples were divided into different groups, and the winners were formed into a group and competed again, and so on. The final winning disciple will likely be accepted as a disciple by the three deities.

Bian Ziqian was the final winner of the last time, and was accepted by Nanyang.

In the entire sword trial conference, the head and the three statues had to come forward and sit on the high platform to watch the overall situation. Generally, there are 1,000 disciples who participate in the Northern Punishment each time, and the whole competition lasts for a month, which is a famous event of the Northern Punishment. Huashan, Kunlun Mountain and Shushan, which are friendly with the Northern Punishment, will send disciples to watch every time. Therefore, the sword test conference of the Northern Punishment is famous in the rivers and lakes, and it is a very important and powerful competition.

But the sword that I want to give to Qinghuan has been seven years and has not yet been cast.

Nan Yang hopes to give the sword to Qing Huan before the sword test conference, even if Qing Huan is already her apprentice, but the significance of this competition is not only the winner or will worship under the three sects, but also the competition with the same door, the show of their own strength.

But the sword has never been successful.

This is the end of the New Year, Nanyang head back to the sword pool.

Without any effort, she pushed open the heavy stone door of the sword-casting pool, and Rong Huai's back stood in front of the sword-casting pool as she expected. Rong Huai turned his head when he heard the sound and smiled gently: "Nanyang, it's here." ”

"Senior brother, that sword ......"

"You're really direct, come up and ask for your sword." Rong Huai shook his head helplessly, "But there are two news, you want to hear the good and the bad?" ”

"Senior brother, please feel free." Nan Yang said lightly.

"You're so boring. Well, the good news is that the sword has been smelted, and all the impurities have been settled, and the third step can be carried out - watering. ”

"Finally the smelting is complete." Nan Yang felt a big stone in his heart let go.

"The rest of the swordsmithing steps are not important, such as cultivation, decoration. But now, watering is having problems again. ”

"How?"

"Well, I've already poured the smelted liquid into the sword model you made earlier. As long as it solidifies, it will all be done in one qiē, but now it can't be solidified. Rong Huai frowned and looked at Jian Fan, who had been infused with molten liquid on the side.

Nan Yang walked in front of Jian Fan and also frowned: "Why is this?" ”

"This sword is different from ordinary swords, its material is psychic, not ordinary dead iron." Rong Huai also walked over, and his left hand, which was missing a little finger, gently touched the mud embryo around Jian Fan, "It needs a sacrifice." ”

"Sacrifices?"

“…… Nanyang, have you ever heard of the so-called sacrificial sword? ”

Nan Yang was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "I know." There are some swords in the world that need to be forged with blood sacrifice swords, and such a sword with blood has greatly increased its spirituality, not like ordinary iron, and it is extremely powerful. Therefore, it is recorded in ancient books that in ancient times, in order to forge a sword that shocked the world, a swordsmith would capture boys and girls, put living people into the sword casting pool, and use pure children's blood as sacrifices...... Senior brother, could it be ......"

Rong Huai shook his head: "No, this sword is not so fierce, it doesn't need to be sacrificed by boys and girls." But...... It does need human blood sacrifice before it can truly solidify into a divine weapon. ”

Nan Yang quietly looked at the sword that had not yet solidified in the sword fan, for a long time, as if he had decided something, he raised his eyes and looked at Rong Huai: "Is my blood okay?" ”

Rong Huai raised his eyebrows in astonishment: "Nanyang...... You...... Alas, it can be, but when your blood melts into it, the sword will recognize the breath of your blood, and only those who shed your blood can take it to its maximum power. What is the use of you coming to sacrifice the sword? ”

Nan Yang smiled lightly: "It's okay." On Qinghuan's neck, there was a flowing jade that melted my blood. ”

"Be cautious and think again. You have to think about it, in the process of sacrificing the sword, this sword not only sucks your blood, but also sucks your strength, you ......"

"If you suck my power, will it be even more powerful?" Nan Yang rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing the dark red scar left by the molten splatter, "As long as this sword is forged well enough, it will be enough." ”

Rong Huai stared at Nan Yang for a long time, then sighed, and reluctantly handed her a dagger: "Be careful." Enough flow, I'll sue you. ”

Nan Yang took the dagger, without blinking his eyes, and made another fierce cut on the dark red scar.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, spiraling down Nan Yang's wrist like a small snake, slowly dripping into the sword fan. Nan Yang bit his lip tightly.

Rong Huai regretted it when he saw Nan Yang cut his wrist.

Nan Yang's body suffered a lot of weakness seven years ago, and the residual poison was finally discharged, and because of the fatigue of day and night, his body collapsed for a while, and he finally recovered in the past few years, and now he actually made such a move as a sacrificial sword. If it's not good, Nan Yang will not only lose his strength this time, but even his lifespan will ......

In ancient times, the sword-casting stone sacrificed so many boys and girls in order to sacrifice that sword, and now although this sword is not as fierce, how can it require less blood. Rong Huai stared at Jian Fan tightly, watching the molten liquid inside be stained by Nan Yang's blood little by little, showing a strange red, he was afraid that Nan Yang would leave an extra drop of blood.

The wrist is a very sensitive place, otherwise, how could someone commit suicide by cutting their wrists. Now, she's the same as those who committed suicide.

Nan Yang had the expectation of leaving a lot of blood, and when she cut the wound, she also cut it harder, the wound was very deep, filled with a strong smell of blood, the pain that pierced the heart and bones penetrated straight into her brain from her wrist, her arm was constantly shaking due to excessive blood loss, and her face was terrifyingly pale.

"Ah......" Nan Yang half-bent over as if he couldn't stand it, his right hand supported the corner of the table, but his left hand still insisted on hanging tremblingly above the sword fan.

"Nanyang!" Rong Huai looked anxious, he didn't know whether to stop Nan Yang or ask her to persevere, if he gave up, he would fall short if he let so much blood go. But if it continues, Nanyang's body ......

Nan Yang began to feel all the true qi in her body flow towards her left wrist, leaking down the wound into Jian Fan, where there seemed to be a bottomless pit, greedily sucking the pure true qi in her body.

"Senior brother......" Nan Yang called in a trembling voice.

"Yes, if you hold on a little longer, it will be fine immediately, and it will be fine immediately......" Rong Huai hurriedly reassured.

"Senior brother......" Nan Yang closed his eyes, and dense beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, "Help me." ”

Rong Huai held Nan Yang's arm, looking at the blood that was about to stain her entire hand red, he couldn't bear it: "Nan Yang, don't do it, don't continue, give up, you can't stand it!" ”

"I can ......"

Rong Huai began to pull Nanyang: "No, if you go on like this, you will be hurt badly." Give up, give up, it's a big deal that I don't want this sword, senior brother will cast another one for you. ”

Nan Yang felt that Rong Huai was pulling her away from Jian Fan, and with the little True Qi left around her body, she suddenly pushed Rong Huai away a few feet, and set up a layer of True Qi protection around herself. Her face was pale from blood loss, and her slender body was so weak that it seemed like she would pass out in the next moment.

Rong Huai couldn't get close, and looked anxious: "Nanyang, are you crazy?" A sword, is it worth it? Stop it! Stop! You're going to put your life into it! Enough, enough, it's solidified! ”

Nan Yang opened her eyes with great difficulty, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a pool of blood in Jian Fan, and she seemed to be ...... All you can see is the red color of the eyes.

"Senior Brother......

Rong Huai hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, I didn't lie to you. ”

"Senior brother...... Help me ......" The true qi around Nanyang seemed to be suddenly all evacuated, and his body really couldn't stand the loss of a large amount of qi and blood, so he fell softly.

Rong Huai grabbed Nan Yang, picked her up and rushed to the pill shop without saying a word.

"Big brother...... You'd better ...... in the Pill Workshop" Rong Huai glanced at Nan Yang, who was as pale as snow in his arms, and couldn't help muttering.