Many years have passed, the vicissitudes of the world have changed, the stars have changed, how many people have died, and how many new generations have emerged. How many sects have declined, how many rookies have risen, but the few major factions that are in the dominant position have not changed. Mingxiu Palace is still singing and dancing, and Tangjiabao is still mysterious and treacherous.

The North Punishment Palace is still full of snow.

It's like a place where time stands still.

On the wall of the main hall of the Rongkue Pavilion, a picture scroll that has been framed is hung. The picture scroll depicts the whole north penalty palace pavilion, the heavy snow pressing the eaves, the palace overlapping, the carved beams and paintings, beautiful. In the place where the Rongkue Pavilion is painted, there is a faint depiction of a beautiful white-clothed figure on the edge of the palace pavilion. On the right side of the painting is inscribed the following sentences:

Living in the world, standing in the right position of the world, and walking the road of the world.

There is no payment.

The round stone table was still on the snowy courtyard of the Rongkut Pavilion, and the stone table was filled with a steaming hearty meal as usual. Yun Tang and Bian Zi sat next to them, holding their heads and looking at the dishes on the table.

Nan Yang sat upright on the side, still with that cold face, his light-colored eyes like tea were lowered, and he seemed to have no focus. None of the three moved their chopsticks, as if they were waiting for someone.

Bian Zi finally couldn't help but have food in front of him: "Master, why don't we eat a little first?" When will Qinghuan come? ”

Yun Tang was a little angry: "Senior brother, why are you so good?" It's hard to get to the end of the year, it's going to be the New Year, Qinghuan was allowed to go back to Rongkuge for a few days, she will come back in a while, why don't you even keep her first meal intact? ”

Bian Zi hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, what my sister said." Time also flies, as soon as Chinese New Year's Eve passes this year, Qinghuan will be seventeen years old? I haven't seen her in a while, and when I saw her more than three months ago, she grew to the height of my eyebrows. Hey, this kind of thing can't stand up to thought, think about it, when she just came to Rongkue Pavilion, how old was that? We're getting old. ”

Nan Yang had been silent, his eyes turned to the front from time to time, and when he saw that there was still no figure, he lowered his eyes again.

She said okay, five years later, she will pick up Qinghuan and return to Rongkuge.

But when Qinghuan was fifteen years old, she refused Nan Yang to take her back. She said that she still has a lot to learn, and she can get a lot of experience by staying in Hongfei Pavilion. It's been seven years, and the kid has grown a lot. In addition to the changes in appearance and size, his temperament is also becoming more and more calm, he is more and more observant of words and feelings, and he knows more and more things, and he no longer does nonsense.

It's really an amazing thing to watch a person grow up from a young age.

Nanyang has experienced the growth of Qinghuan with his own eyes. Qinghuan is now almost as tall as her.

My mind turned, and I thought back to seven years ago.

Senior Brother Rong Huai returned from the mountain two months later, successfully destroyed the mother Gu, and Shizun slowly recovered his health. It's just that Senior Brother Rong Huai was missing a little finger, and the sword that took years to forge was also left behind in the Burning Heaven Gate.

Senior Brother Yu Xiu returned to the mountain ahead of schedule, because he found that Wen Jinglei was not in Los Angeles at all. Junqiao took the disciples of the Randy Flower Valley and killed all the remnants of the Burning Heaven Gate who remained in Los Angeles, just letting the hall master of the Flame Banner take advantage of the chaos to slip away. However, fortunately, the Burning Heaven Gate was still isolated outside the Yushui Pass, temporarily recuperating in the East China Sea, and could not approach the north for a while.

Nan Yang thought that the crisis would be difficult to end, but it also calmed down, and the northern punishment also returned to its former calm.

But the crisis is still lurking.

The wound on Nanyang's wrist was finally healed completely, leaving only a splash-like red scar, which looked a little terrifying at first glance, but it looked like a demonic red lotus blooming on the wrist, which was pitiful.

"Yo, look, she's coming." Bian Zi suddenly laughed.

Nan Yang raised her head when she heard this, and the fair woman standing not far away, she was dressed in red, with a smile on the corner of her lips, like the most dazzling sunlight in winter, so beautiful that it burned everyone's eyes.

Seventeen-year-old Qinghuan.

Qinghuan's face has completely grown, the white skin raised by the scorching sun all year round, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the bright red cinnabar mole in the middle seems to be a drop of blood pricked, which is dazzlingly beautiful. A pair of dark and clear eyes are like a good warm ink jade, the brilliance flows, the inner corner of the eye is slightly pressed down, and the outer eye tail is slightly raised, outlining a perfectly curved eye outline, and a smile is pulling the infinite reverie style.

Maggi people.

It is also the most unsuitable cultivator for this pure and snow-like North Punishment Palace.

Nan Yang looked at her quietly, with a very faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bian Zi greeted Qinghuan with a smile: "Tsk, it's getting more and more beautiful, no wonder everyone says that you and Shuyu are the two most beautiful disciples of Hongfei Pavilion." Come, sit down, the food is going to be cold. ”

Qinghuan smiled lightly, walked over slowly, and naturally sat down next to Nan Yang, spoke softly, and listened to it in a gentle voice, as if he was singing a long song between his words and thoughts:

"Master, I'm back."

Nanyang nodded slightly and picked up the bamboo chopsticks: "Let's eat." ”

Qinghuan stayed on Nan Yang's side face, and the corners of her mouth hooked an indescribable smile, she no longer stuck to Nan Yang and Yuntang as she did when she was a child, she just looked at Nan Yang quietly for a while, and lowered her head to eat with a deeper smile.

Bian Zi took advantage of the meal and said: "There are two days left to be Chinese New Year's Eve, the northern punishment is generally not too lively days, our Rongkun Pavilion has to live well, in the past few years, Senior Sister Yuntang and I have been busy going down the mountain to do errands, Xiao Qinghuan is busy studying in Hongfei Pavilion, it is rare to get together like this." ”

Yuntang said: "Senior brother, rest assured, I brought enough New Year's goods when I came back from the mountain a few days earlier, and there are a lot of red paper firecrackers." Since it's only been two days, and the time is a little tight, the senior brother will go to write couplets, and Qinghuan and I will go to make dumplings, and we will divide the work. ”

chuckled and said, "Senior sister thinks very well, these things should be done by ourselves to be interesting." ”

"I just thought it was boring to buy ready-made, so I only bought ready-made ones. I still have to carry lanterns on Chinese New Year's Eve, I have prepared a lot of bamboo strips and red cloths, let's do our own to see who does it well. Yun Tang thought of this rare Chinese New Year's Eve, and his face was excited.

Nan Yang was silent for a long time before he raised his eyes slightly, and his cold voice sounded faintly: "What about me?" ”

There was a moment of silence.

Yun Tang looked embarrassed, thought about it hard, and said, "Master, are you ...... You just sit there and watch us figure it out......"

Bian Zi took over the words while he was arrogant: "Yes, Master, you don't know anything, just like the Buddha, it will be over if you are offered by us......

Nan Yang glanced at the side coldly, and his voice was soft and oppressive:

"Say it again."

Qinghuan picked up a big bun and stuffed it into Bianzi's mouth, so that Bianzi couldn't speak, his face was flushed, and he stared at Qinghuan angrily.

Qinghuan sandwiched another sweet and sour ball, put it in the Nanyang bowl, and his tone seemed to be comforting: "Master, when I finish wrapping the dumplings, let's make lanterns together." ”

Nan Yang glanced at Qinghuan, no big or small. After a long time, Nan Yang didn't touch the ball, as if he would lose face if he touched it.

Qinghuan's gaze drifted over from time to time, and when he saw the balls in Nanyang's bowl that had never been touched, his eyes became a little gloomy.

After the meal, Nan Yang returned to the main hall and read quietly with a book.

After looking at it for a while, her eyes were a little sour, Nan Yang looked up and looked around, and the painting scroll hanging on the wall suddenly jumped into her eyes.

It was painted by Qing Huan with his right hand, and it took two years to paint.

She vaguely knew that seven years ago, Qing Huan fought with the kid named Lan Ze because of such a picture. She taught Qing Huan to practice swords at that time, because a momentary thought forced Qing Huan to use her right hand with hidden diseases, and Qing Huan refused, so she was a little angry. But it's not that Qi Qinghuan refuses to use his right hand, but he just thinks that Qinghuan should change the environment. But Qinghuan may have felt that she was angry because of her right hand, so she stubbornly drew this picture with her right hand.

Because of the two years of depicting Danqing, although Qing Huan's right hand can't hold a sword, it is much better than before.

I don't know, Qing Huan held the pen so many times, and how he persevered under the ravages of bone erosion pain.

Just as he was thinking about Qing Huan, Qing Huan walked into the main hall. She had shed her red robe, and was wearing a light moon-white robe inside, the cuffs of which were pulled up behind her elbows, and her hands were covered with white flour.

Nan Yang stopped her: "What are you going to do?" ”

Qinghuan smiled brightly, changed the route and walked towards Nanyang: "I just made dumplings with Senior Sister Yuntang, I forgot something, and I want to go inside to get it." ”

Nan Yang snorted, saw Qing Huan walking straight towards her, and said, "You have flour on your hands, dirty, don't get too close to me." ”

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment and looked at his hands: "Dirty? It's not dirty, it's white. Master, you love cleanliness too much. ”

Nan Yang coughed lightly and picked up the teacup to drink tea.

Seeing Nan Yang's eyes staring at the teacup, Qing Huan smiled slyly, took advantage of this situation, and stretched out his hand to quickly wipe Nan Yang's face.

Nan Yang's white and refined face was poked with a white flour mark, she raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she couldn't believe that Qing Huan was so bold, and stared at Qing Huan incredulously.

Qinghuan smiled, his smile was scorchingly beautiful, and he fled quickly with small broken steps while laughing.

Nan Yang was stunned for a moment before pulling out his handkerchief to wipe his face clean. Then she put down her book and got up, and walked in the direction of the kitchen. Rabbit cub, if you don't settle accounts with you, you can still ride on your master's head.

In the kitchen, Yun Tang was busy kneading a ball of noodles in his hands, and his face was also stained with a lot of white flour. Qinghuan was beside her, stirring a bowl of minced meat in her hand.

"You are in Hongfei Pavilion, how have you studied during this time?" Yuntang asked while rubbing.

"Very good, there is progress from time to time, and the swordsmanship has been raised to the sixth layer."

"At your age, it's already good to practice to the sixth layer. There are only nine floors in total, and my senior brother and I have only reached the eighth floor. Since you are like this, I am also relieved that the sword trial conference in March will be held. When the time comes, you must win everyone beautifully and give Rong Kuge a long face. ”

chuckle: "Yes, definitely." ”

Yun Tang was silent for a while, and then asked, "Then...... How's the rain doing? ”

"She, her life is very moist, and the brothers in Hongfei Pavilion like her very much, and they have written a lot of sour love poems for her. Shuyu has a cheerful temperament and can have fun with his brothers. ”

"You can play ......" Yun Tang thought thoughtfully, but his face was not very good, "You can't play with them?" ”

"I'm so busy practicing swords all day that I don't have time to play with them." Qinghuan stirred the meat filling while secretly looking at Yuntang's face.

"Well, that's good." Yun Tang's voice was somehow a little low.

"Shuyu told me a few days ago that she also wants to come to Rongkuge on Chinese New Year's Eve."

"Hmm." Yun Tang snorted and said no more.

Qinghuan smiled intently, and put down the bowl in his hand: "I'll cut the green onions, senior sister, you can knead it lightly, and if you work harder, that panel will be kneaded through by you." ”

Yun Tang's face flushed, grabbed a handful of flour and rushed over: "You dare to make fun of me!" ”

Qinghuan dodged lightly, narrowly avoiding the handful of flour. The tuft of flour flew straight back, and Qinghuan flashed away, revealing Nan Yang who had just come in behind.

Yun Tang's heart is bad, but fortunately, he can't see when his eyes are closed.

Nan Yang reacted very quickly this time, and when the flour was about to touch her, she waved her sleeves, and the cluster of flour was all waved to Qinghuan, who was snickering on the side.

"Master!" Qinghuan exclaimed.

Nan Yang glanced at her faintly, and a smile fell from the corner of his eyes: "What? ”

Seeing this, Yun Tang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it didn't fall on the master, and hurriedly spoke: "Master, why are you here, Master?" ”

"If you're idle and bored, come here and have a look." Nanyang glanced at the kitchen utensils.

Qinghuan was busy shaking the layer of white flour on his body, like a snowman who had just finished rolling in the snow, and said angrily: "Senior sister, it's all your fault!" I just changed my clothes today! ”

Yuntang was speechless, the sky can be seen, can she be blamed for this? Although she sprinkled it, it was waved by her master's hand!

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan, who had been shaking his clothes, with some disgust in his eyes, and secretly walked away a little, afraid that the flour would get on him.

Qinghuan saw Nan Yang's small movements with sharp eyes, and couldn't cry or laugh: "Master! ”

Nanyang didn't seem to see her, so he asked Yuntang: "Is there anything I can do?" ”

Yun Tang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, there are a few dishes over there that have just been washed, Master, just go and dry them." She didn't have the courage to find any complicated work for Nanyang.

Seeing that his body was shaking, he simply stopped shaking, so he walked to the board by himself with a pout, picked up a few green onions and chopped them down.

Nanyang nodded slightly, gently rolled up his sleeves, walked to the pile of dishes, and wiped them with a dry cloth.

Seeing that the situation had finally settled down, Yuntang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and concentrated on the dough in his hand again.

No one spoke in the kitchen for a moment, only the sound of chopping shallots could be heard. Some fine snowflakes fly in through the window lattice, which moistens people's mood, and there are occasional white cranes raised by the North Punishment outside the window, which mixes with the snowy sky into a landscape.

Yun Tang sighed secretly, it was really a good time.

But the quiet time is also shorter.

It didn't take long to hear a series of ping-pong explosion-like sounds, listening to the movement, there were dozens of broken pots and pans, like firecrackers in the New Year, very energetic.

Hearing this, Qinghuan and Yuntang hurriedly looked up, only to see Nan Yang holding a dry cloth with an embarrassed expression, and in front of him were dishes that had broken into a small hill, and the ground was full of broken porcelain slag.

Nan Yang coughed lightly and gently put down the cloth in his hand: "I...... I'll go first, you ...... Wrap ...... slowly"

"Master, do you have a grudge against the kitchen?" Qinghuan asked very seriously.

Yun Tang burst out laughing: "Master, go back and rest, this place is not suitable for you." ”

Nan Yang's ears were red, and without saying a word, he left the kitchen like a gust of wind.