March of the Northern Penalty soon arrived.

As in previous years, the venue was set up on the sword training ground and the sword platform, and the large and small competition platforms were full of sword platforms, some were high and some were low, some were built next to the ground, and some were suspended in the air. However, no one dared to move the highest position on the sword platform, and it was reserved for the head and the three statues to sit.

Many disciples had relied on their relationship with the guards of the Sword Terrace a few days earlier, and they entered the Sword Terrace to step on the spot, and they couldn't wait to stand up and feel it, and the upcoming grand event made all the disciples enthusiastic and eager to try.

Beginning half a month before the sword test conference, the various sects successively sent disciples to the North Punishment Mountain, and Kunlun and Huashan, who were good friends with the North Punishment, naturally needless to say, this time the Ranhua Valley also sent people, and it was still a noble young valley master.

For a while, the originally pure Northern Punishment was suddenly crowded with people from various sects, dressed in black and green, extremely fancy, causing the disciples of the Northern Punishment who could only see the vast white on weekdays to run out to join in the fun.

However, the Canghai Pavilion, Banglang Pavilion, and Rongkue Pavilion where the three statues live are still deserted. No one dares to come here to make a mistake.

Cang Min sat on the chair, his eyes lingering back and forth on the table next to him, and his expression was appreciative: "Tsk, Ah Yang, your red sandalwood table looks really good......"

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

"What's so embarrassing? We haven't seen each other for so many years, you see that I came this time, I didn't bring anything, and I have to move your table in Rongkuge? It's not like that, is it? Cang Min smiled lightly, curled his index finger and tapped it lightly on the red sandalwood tabletop.

"Why don't you go to the north to punish you for staying in the guest room that you have left, what are you doing here with me?" Nan Yang put down the teacup and glanced at Cang Min lightly.

"I care about you, you know? I heard that you didn't have a serious illness a while ago, and now you still have gauze wrapped around your wrists. ”

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

“…… Ah Yang, I heard that you don't have three apprentices? Originally, I thought that your Rongkue Pavilion should be quite lively, and the little apprentices were chattering, so I loved to join in the fun, but why are you so lonely alone? Cangmin's fingers unconsciously caressed on the table.

"......" Nan Yang somehow thought of Qinghuan first, and hung his head wordlessly.

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

"What nonsense are you talking about." Nan Yang glanced at Cangmin with his eyes.

"Hmm...... Okay, I'm talking nonsense. But I just went to see the guest room, and the furnishings are so bad that I don't want to stay there. You're not bad here, you have so much red sandalwood furniture, I like it very much, so I'll live here with you, okay? ”

"If you want to live, just stay, go out of the main hall and turn right to the end, all of them are empty, you can pick and choose."

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

"That's how I treat people." Nan Yang said lightly.

So, Cang Min really left the other Kunlun disciples behind and lived in the Rongkue Pavilion alone.

Junqiao was originally very busy, as the young valley master of the Ranflower Valley, there were a lot of things waiting for her to deal with in the valley. But when the sword test conference of the Northern Punishment was approaching, she still came to the Northern Punishment in person.

No self, no merit, no name are her three personal guards, and the old valley master personally assigned them to the martial arts masters of Junqiao.

Kimihashi sat silently in the guest room of the North Punishment. She is twenty-three years old this year, and her charm in every move is more elegant than that of seven years ago, and her green clothes make her more bright and moving, and her eyebrows and eyes are as clear and pure as ink paintings. Her hand hidden under her sleeve was rubbing something and playing with it, 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 brilliant, cold and handy.

Wuji said solemnly on the side: "Young Valley Lord, the news from the Valley Lord's side has just come that the valley has discovered the fine work of the Burning Heaven Gate. ”

"Have you found them all?"

"No, only a small part has been caught, and the valley owner estimates that there should still be remnants that have not been cleared."

"After the order, the valley will no longer admit new disciples for the time being, and all the disciples within three years of the entry time will be expelled from the Ranhua Valley, and the disciples within five years of the entry time will be carefully investigated." Jun Qiao was quite careless, held up the white jade mask, and played with it in front of him.

"Young Valley Master, will this cause disorder among the disciples in the valley?" Reactive interjected.

"It's just a mess, and only when they feel uneasy can they understand when they shouldn't be used by villains." Junqiao said slowly.

That's what the valley lord meant. In addition, the valley lord also specially instructed that the young valley lord should visit the head of the north punishment or the three statues to discuss...... Burning Heaven Gate-related matters. "I said it vaguely.

Junqiao immediately understood what the valley lord meant in Wuji's mouth, and said with a smile: "That's not right, it's been a while since I've seen the lord of the Northern Punishment." Which one can visit now? ”

Nameless spoke, speaking in a voice like a robot, his tone was not inhibited, and it sounded very strange: "Now that the head of the sect Hongshengyun has not yet come out, Lord Yu Xiuzun is busy presiding over matters related to the sword trial conference, and Rong Huaizun doesn't know if it is convenient to be in the sword casting pool......"

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

Wuji said respectfully: "Yes, my subordinates will lead the way to the Rongkue Pavilion for the young valley master." ”

When Junqiao arrived at Rongkuge, Nan Yang and Cangmin were setting up a small table under an ancient tree, making tea and playing chess.

Wuji said: "Young valley master, 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." Jun Qiao was still playing with the white jade mask in his hand, and looked at Nan Yang with a smile.

Cang Min was facing Junqiao, she raised her eyebrows, and said to Nan Yang with a smile: "Yo, where did you hook up with the girl from?" ”

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

Who is this?

Kind of familiar......

Nan Yang bit her lower lip and tried to think about it, but as long as she didn't memorize something specifically, she usually forgot it quickly. This person must have not been seen for many years, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to remember the identity and name of the person.

Jun Qiao stepped forward and said, "Lord Nanyang, don't come unharmed." ”

Nanyang was still stubbornly immersed in the thoughts of remembering who this person was.

Cang Min looked at Nan Yang in a daze, couldn't help but smile, and said to Jun Qiao: "Where is she okay?" In the past few years, there have been many major and small illnesses, and you can see that she still has injuries on her hands. ”

Jun Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Lord Nanyang, why is it that your wrist injury seven years ago is not healed now?" ”

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

"Ahem...... It's just a new injury. It was the lord of the young valley, please be seated. Nan Yang replied politely.

Jun Qiao sat down on the side, raised his eyebrows and asked Nan Yang: "What do you mean by 'originally the young valley master'?" Don't you even recognize me? ”

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

Jun Qiao put the white jade mask in his hand on the side of the chessboard and pointed to the mask: "Lord Nanyang, do you remember this mask?" Seven years ago, you and I took a fancy to it at the same time. Later, I went and bought it back, and you still have it? ”

Nan Yang said lightly: "I'm sorry, I forgot about it." Just take it from the young valley master. The young valley lord came to me, is there anything wrong? ”

Cang Min interjected: "Ao! I know, this young valley master must not be used to living in the dilapidated guest room, I don't want to know you, so come to rub a place to live, who would think that you, a weak guy, will forget people thoroughly......"

"Cangmin!" Nan Yang stopped Cangmin's nonsense, looked at Junqiao a little embarrassed, and said, "If that's the case, it's mine, and the young valley master can also pick a room to live in." ”

Junqiao opened his eyes, this is an unexpected gain, but ...... She didn't seem to have a reason to shirk it.

"Then thank you Lord Nanyang. In fact, there are still some trivial matters, but it is really not good to take them out now to disturb the interest of the lord, so the lord of Nanyang should drink tea and play chess first. ”

Nan Yang nodded, poured a cup of tea for Junqiao, and then turned around and continued to play chess with Cang Min.

While drinking tea, Junqiao quietly watched Nanyang's focused and quiet appearance when playing chess, still playing with the white jade mask in his hand.

There are still ten days left before the sword test.

Before the night fell, Qinghuan put down the book in his hand, picked up the sword and walked towards the small bamboo forest.

Shuyu happened to come back from outside, holding a paper bag in her hand, chewing something in her mouth, and saw Qinghuan grabbing her: "Hey, where are you going?" It's getting dark...... Uh-huh, huff, ......"

"What do you eat, it tastes so good." Qinghuan waved his nose in disgust.

"The leek bun that Sister Yuntang brought me...... What's that look on your face? Looking down on leek buns? ”

"I didn't look down on ...... You eat slowly, I'll vacate the room for my sister and you, see you later. Qinghuan was going to leave with a dark face.

Shuyu still pulled her: "Oh, what kind of expression do you have." You've been crazy practicing swords these days, so take a break. Hey, you haven't seen him for a month or two, have you? If you're free tonight, you can go to Rongkue Pavilion to see her. ”

"Master won't want to see me." Joy pouted.

"Who told you to jump out? I see that you are very anxious these days, go and take a look at Your Excellency, maybe you can relax a little, you just quietly look at her on the side, and treat yourself. ”

"Makes sense, that's fine." Qinghuan nodded, watched Shuyu chew happily, sighed twice, turned around and left.

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

Qinghuan remembered something, and hurriedly turned around: "Hey! Don't bring that thing into your room to eat, or I'll kill you!" ”

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

Qinghuan nodded with satisfaction and left with confidence.

After a while, Yuntang came over. Seeing Shuyu standing at the door holding a bag of buns to eat, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing standing here?" Wait for me? ”

"It's not...... Qinghuan said that if I took it in and ate it, she would kill me. Shuyu rolled her eyes.

Yuntang touched Shuyu's head funny: "Then you are quite well-behaved, why don't you usually see you so well-behaved?" …… Go in, stand here, and beware of the wind blowing out. ”

"What if Qinghuan kills me? Will you avenge me? Shuyu winked teasingly at Yuntang.

"She's turned against the sky, I won't go back to Rongkuge today, see if she has the courage to kill you."

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

The night was a little late. The chess game had long since dispersed, and Cangmin packed up and went back to his room. Nanyang and Junqiao still stay there, making tea under the ancient trees. It's dark, and the snow around reflects the bright white moonlight, and the environment is really elegant and tranquil.

Junqiao drank a lot of tea, and felt that this tea tasted mellow, and it also showed the fragrance lingering on the tip of the tongue, which was very delicious, and said: "The skill of Lord Nanyang in making tea is really admirable. Any tricks? ”

"The water used to boil the tea is taken from the tip of the lotus petals raised in the highest pool in the North Punishment, and the tea leaves are the royal rare big red robe, which is slowly boiled over low heat, and the fragrance slowly overflows. The first drink you drink is very different from the one now. This cup has a mellow aroma, and the first cup has the sweetness that comes out of it, and the cups are different, so it makes people have a great aftertaste. When Nan Yang talked about tea, he talked a lot, and his expression was relaxed and relaxed.

"The mountain where the Taoist people live in the north is full of aura, the spiritual water raised by the spiritual mountain, the lotus flower raised by the spiritual water, the dew taken from the tip of the lotus petals, and the tea boiled out, how can it be ordinary? If it weren't for the northern punishment, I don't think I would have tasted such tea in my life. ”

"I can't imagine that the young valley master is also a tea lover." Nan Yang smiled lightly.

Nan Yang rarely laughs, at least Junqiao basically never sees Nan Yang laugh. In this dark night, against the backdrop of the vast snow, the very shallow and faint smile on the corner of Nanyang's lips is like the only green lotus blooming in the ice and snow, which is extraordinary, not like the world, and extremely elegant.

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

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I haven't ...... yet"

Junqiao held Nan Yang's wrist, Nan Yang subconsciously struggled, and Jun Qiao said, "What are you hiding?" Didn't I change the medicine I gave you when my hand hurt like that a few years ago? I didn't bring a mecha mouse this time, so I can't coax you. ”

Nan Yang's ears were red, and he lowered his head: "No...... Don't bother with the young valley lord ......"

"You see, since the previous incident, I've carried ointment for trauma with me all these years just in case. In case you accidentally 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 mouth of the bottle.

Syllable.

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

Nan Yang frowned, her ears were very good, and she instantly recognized where the sound was coming from, and she got up and moved over with her hand.

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

Qinghuan bit her lip and looked at her steadily.

Junqiao walked over: "What's wrong?" Who? ”

Qinghuan turned his gaze to Junqiao and chuckled: "Sorry, no intention to disturb." ”

Nan Yang coughed lightly, turned to Jun Qiao and said, "I'm sorry, Young Valley Lord, this is an apprentice, maybe he watched me talk to you, and he didn't come over for a while." ”

"Your apprentice? Hmm......" Junqiao nodded, for some reason, she always felt that Nanyang's apprentice's words just now were a little sour.

"Young Valley Lord, it's getting late, why don't we meet another day." Nanyang is very polite.

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

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

After saying goodbye, Junqiao turned around and left the courtyard.

Qinghuan snorted in his nose and turned around and wanted to leave.

Almost subconsciously, Nan Yang stepped forward and grabbed Qinghuan's hand.

Some cold fingers in the dark night, gently touching Qinghuan's warm hands, like a snowflake falling lightly, made people trance.