Bian Zi took advantage of the whispering to discuss with the rain, but he didn't know what he said. After a long time, Bian Zi left with a dark face. This dead girl, with such a bright head, still needs to take care of her herself?

Shuyu smiled and watched Zi leave, and then tidied up the clothes on his body and slowly walked back to the school.

As expected, when Qing Huan saw her come back, he asked as soon as he saw her: "Do you know Senior Brother Zizhen?" What did he just say to you? ”

Shuyu said without hesitation: "Distant relatives, I usually don't move around much, so he didn't know that I was punished for entering the north, and he was just a little excited when he saw it just now." ”

"You are actually a distant relative of Senior Brother Ziyan?" Qinghuan held his chin in his hand, thoughtfully, "This world is so small...... Senior brother, he should also be from a famous family......"

Lan Ze, who was sitting not far away, heard this, looked back at Qinghuan and said with a sneering smile: "Famous family? You also underestimate your senior brother, why don't you know that you have been in Rongku Pavilion for three years, he is a member of the royal family, the third son of the current saint! ”

"What?" Qinghuan was stunned.

Lan Ze looked at Qing Huan's stunned expression, as if he knew what she was thinking, and poked her sore spot mercilessly: "You know now, right?" Those who can enter the North Punishment Palace and become a disciple either have a prominent family background or are talented, otherwise do you think anyone can easily enter the North Punishment? It's just you, from humble background, unknown origin, and mediocre qualifications, how can you have the face to continue to stay here? ”

"Enough! Lan Ze, woe comes from the mouth, you better be careful what you say! "The rain drank Lan Ze's hurtful words, and his lovely eyes still had the usual innocence at this time, exuding the natural majesty of the royal family. She glared at Lan Ze and looked at Qinghuan with some concern.

Qinghuan didn't jump up immediately to talk to Lan Ze, but his eyes were glazed.

"Qinghuan, what's wrong with you?" Shuyu asked with concern.

Qinghuan's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head: "No...... She's right......"

"Light Joy ......"

Qinghuan choked in her throat, and then cried a little: "I'm fine...... I'm just afraid of Master...... I'm afraid that Master doesn't want me to ......."

When she came to Hongfei Pavilion, she realized that she was no different from others, in fact, she was inferior to others in some aspects. If she could still be the apprentice of the Lord of the Rongkue Pavilion before, then what else did she have now?

It's been more than ten days, and Master hasn't come to see her once.

Why? Why? Why didn't Master come to see her? Does Master really, really plan to put her in Hongfei Pavilion forever?!

Shuyu took out a handkerchief, helped Qinghuan wipe away a little tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed.

Under the southwest peak, in the sword-casting pool.

"Nanyang, you can rest." Rong Huai didn't know how many times he had come to persuade Nanyang, and the worry between his eyebrows became heavier.

The stone door of the sword-casting pool was closed, and the indoor heat wave was monstrous, scorching abnormally, and it gave people a feeling of nausea and nausea after staying for a long time. Even though it was cold and snowy outside, Rong Huai still only wore a single coat, with his sleeves rolled up high, even if he wore so little, he still had a lot of sweat behind his back.

Not to mention Nanyang's situation, Rong Huai has been in this place for hundreds of years and it is difficult to adapt, she is still a woman, how could she have suffered such a crime. The sideburns on his forehead were all wet with sweat, beads of sweat kept dripping down his cheeks, and the carving knife in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Some of them will be carved and will be dried in the furnace tonight." Nanyang's voice was a little hoarse.

Rong Huai took a glass of water and handed it to her, and said helplessly: "How many days have you not slept in?" It's just a sword fan, you are the same as embroidery, is the appearance of a sword so serious? ”

On the mud embryo that was almost completed, a fine sword shape about three feet and three inches long had come out, and there was a complex and perfect phoenix totem on the sword body, and the nine heavens roared and wanted to fly, which was extremely gorgeous and moving.

"The last time I was a sword fan, it was when I was a child when I practiced sword casting in Hongfei Pavilion. I haven't touched it for so many years, so it's inevitable that I have to put more effort into it, if I hand it over to my senior brother, I'm afraid that such a sword fan will be completed in two days. Nan Yang rarely spoke for a long time, his expression was soft and serious, but his tea-like eyes were terrifyingly red, and there was a circle of bloodshot around his light-colored pupils.

"After that, you go back and rest for a while, and come back in a few days. To make the ore of the sword body, I still have to use the ...... here."

"No, use mine."

Rong Huai raised his eyebrows: "You?" Do you still have a sword-forging stone in your possession? Without waiting for Nan Yang to answer, Rong Huai knocked on the door again: "Wait! Isn't that the ...... It's the piece of ...... that the master gave you back then! ”

Nan Yang nodded, and with her movements, two more beads of crystal sweat rolled down.

"That's the apprenticeship gift given to you by the master, such a precious sword-casting stone, are you sure you want to use it on this sword?"

"Things have value only when they are used. That sword-casting stone, if it is not forged into a sword, will always be a waste stone. Nan Yang's expression was flat, as if the sword-casting stone was not hers.

The sword-casting stone that Hongshengyun gave to Nan Yang is just like the sword that Nan Yang gave to Zi Zhan Yuntang, as well as the flowing jade of Qinghuan, which is a very important gift from the teacher. Let's not talk about the meaning of that thing first, just talk about the value of that stone, which is unparalleled in the world, and the material world can't find a second one. The things that Hongshengyun gave out have never been vulgar.

Rong Huai was surprised, if this sword was cast, I am afraid that it would surpass any famous sword in this world.

This sword, Nan Yang really plans to use it for a child? Didn't you stay in this sword-forging pool for more than ten days, and your brain burned out, right?

"Hiss......" Nan Yang suddenly felt a tingling pain in his brain, pressed his fingers to his temples, and closed his eyes vigorously.

Seeing this, Rong Huai could only pat Nan Yang's shoulder and hand over some true anger. If Nan Yang continues to work hard like this, his iron-beaten body will collapse. She has had several headaches these days, and she vomited once one night, how can Rong Huai feel comfortable when she sees it.

"You'd better not live up to your expectations. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the way you are? Rong Huai turned around and walked towards the sword casting pool, looking at the liquid he had smelted, and shook his head.

It was night, Nan Yang finally watched Jian Fan enter the furnace with her own eyes, and only then did she relieve the breath that she had been holding on, and the exhaustion of her body came like a mountain and a sea, if it weren't for her strong internal strength, and she was different from ordinary people, where would she survive the sleepless days and nights of these days.

Rong Huai sent her out of the door of the sword-casting pool, and after a few words, he returned to the sword-casting pool and closed the stone door.

Everyone in the world has seen Rong Huai show that he is bright and gentle, and the gentleman is like the wind, who knows that it is also like this day and night in the sword-casting pool to survive and be able to cast the world's famous sword.

Nan Yang wanted to go back to Rongkue Pavilion earlier to take a good bath, but the appearance of the child unconsciously popped up in his mind. The last time I saw her, she was still sitting in the plum garden and lost her soul, and she didn't see her for so many days, and she didn't know how she learned in Hongfei Pavilion.

Just like three years ago, Nan Yang just wanted to see Qinghuan, even if it was to see through the window that she was sleeping peacefully. She has ignored Qinghuan's love these days, and the change from Rongkue Pavilion to Hongfei Pavilion has made Qinghuan at a loss.

The white clothes are fluttering, the long hair is flowing, and the upright and even pace is still unhurried, one by one, the footprints stretch from the sword-casting pool to the Hongfei Pavilion on the southeast peak......

Nan Yang actually didn't know which one Qing Huan lived in with so many disciples' bedrooms. It's just that as soon as I arrived, a window was lit alone, which was very eye-catching. She just had a gut feeling that she was in that room. Nan Yang relied on his intuition and stepped forward to check.

There was also a crack in the window, and Nan Yang looked through the crack, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Qinghuan's small body sat on the high table and chair, her legs couldn't reach the ground, swaying back and forth in the air, and she was draped in a thick white sable fur. She had a pen in her hand, and her eyes were intently looking at a book spread out on the table, making annotations from time to time, and it was obvious that she was very tired, but she still insisted on fighting spirit.

Qinghuan missed the time to grow his body because of the difficult days when he was a child, so he was petite compared to his peers, and at this time, it seemed that he was getting thinner and thinner. I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and Qinghuan has lost so much weight.

Nan Yang didn't want to call her, he just wanted to watch his apprentice quietly for a while. But I didn't expect Qing Huan to be trapped like that, and the cranial nerves were still so sensitive, so she raised her head unexpectedly, just colliding with Nan Yang's gaze.

"Master...... Master! Qinghuan came to his senses, his heart was ecstatic, and he jumped up and wanted to run towards Nanyang, but he stepped on the air and fell to the ground.

Nan Yang dodged, so fast that he couldn't see how he got in, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Qinghuan and gently helped her arm.

"Master!" Qinghuan couldn't bear the pain of falling, so he hurriedly got up, threw himself into Nan Yang's arms, and hugged Nan Yang in his arms. His nose was sour, and his face kept rubbing in Nanyang's shoulder socket.

Nan Yang hugged Qinghuan's much thinner back, frowning slightly, is life here very bad.

"Master...... I miss you...... I miss you very much......" Qinghuan's irrepressible thoughts burst out like a flood, and he cried out in an instant, hugging Nan Yang tightly, and not letting go of his hand when he was killed.

Nan Yang was keenly aware that there was a pair of eyes on the other half of the bed looking this way, and she looked over to it.

Shuyu was woken up by Qinghuan's "master", tilted his head and looked curiously at the master and apprentice hugging each other, this is Nan Yang Zun, this temperament is really the only one in the world, more out of the world than the Yuntang sister I saw that day, and it looks more indifferent and cold than Sister Yuntang. But why stare at yourself?

Nan Yang and Shuyu looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest." I'll take Qinghuan out. ”

After speaking, Nan Yang picked up Qinghuan in that posture, and disappeared into the room in a flash, leaving only the window empty and blowing cold wind, and the window was wide open.

Shuyu raised her eyebrows and nodded as if she understood something.

It turned out that it was because he was seen by himself, and he was shy.