After Nanyang came out of the sword casting pool, he went back to Rongkue Pavilion directly. Cleaned up the filth, rested for a while, and went to the main hall of the head of the house without stopping.

Hong Shengyun was talking about the affairs of the door with a few other elders who were the backbone of the sect, and since the last time they met, Hong Shengyun's already old face had become thinner, his cheekbones were abnormally blue and gray, and his lips were dark.

Hong Shengyun saw Nanyang and said, "You're back, sit next to you." ”

After Hong Shengyun and a few elders finished speaking, he sent them out. As soon as the door of the main hall was closed, Hong Shengyun coughed low as if he had been suppressed for a long time, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, and his body trembled with the cough.

Nan Yang saw it in his eyes, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Hong Shengyun is her teacher, more like her father, she has also stayed by Hong Shengyun's side since she was a child, Hong Shengyun personally taught her to write and practice swords, earnest care and earnest teachings, which have been lingering in her ears for many years.

Hong Shengyun, like Yu Xiu and Rong Huai, is her fellow disciple and relative. Now that he has been poisoned by a powerful Gu poison, he may not be able to endanger his life, and maybe he will go west like ordinary people in three months. The all-powerful and god-like master in her heart now also shows such a sick face, as his apprentice, how can Nan Yang feel good in his eyes.

"Master, let me hold my brother...... Went down the mountain. Nan Yang felt that when he said this, his throat was astringent. Where to? ”

“…… East China Sea. ”

Hong Shengyun nodded expectedly: "I know, he is still not at ease." Rong Huai is a child who is gentle and polite and obedient on weekdays, but when he encounters something important in his heart, he is extremely stubborn. ”

"Master, what's wrong with your body?" Nan Yang couldn't help but ask.

"Peace of mind, I can't die for the time being. There are many obstacles in the northern punishment now, and I am still sitting in the main hall of the head of the sect, and I have been secretly handed by someone, and the danger of other disciples outside can be imagined. Even if I die, how can I let go of the current northern punishment. ”

Nan Yang only felt that there seemed to be something blocked in his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

"But my body is indeed much weaker, and I still need to spend a while every day dealing with Gu poison. Yu Xiu is not here, I'm afraid that the affairs in the door can't be taken care of, are you willing to help share the burden for the teacher? ”

Nan Yang hurriedly responded: "Of course." ”

Hong Shengyun smiled faintly: "You are a good boy, I know you will respond." Shicai has already instructed them, and in the future, part of the power of the Northern Punishment will be transferred to you, and you are afraid that you will not be able to be idle in the future. ”

"The master respects his words, and the disciple must do his best."

“…… It's not that you can't see it as a teacher, your face is pale, your qi and blood are empty, you should take care of yourself at this time, but something has changed...... It's useless to talk about that. You still keep your body careful, I will instruct them to send the affairs directly to the Rongkue Pavilion in the future, so that you don't have to run to the main hall all the time. ”

"Yes."

Hong Shengyun asked Nan Yang a few more words, his expression became tired, and he also sent Nan Yang out, closing his eyes and calming down.

Nan Yang left the main hall of the head of the house, and walked on the road, only to feel that his temples were about to explode, and his eyes were dry and hot, and he was sore. She was dizzy and suddenly leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood spilled in the bright white snow, and it was very dazzling.

It's not that she doesn't know her body. She knows better than anyone. The residual poison of the molten slurry did not kill her, but it always tormented her already exhausted mind, and drilled into the emptiness of her body, which was a disease that had been accumulating over a long period of time, not a day to be cured, nor a single pill to cure.

The sky began to snow lightly, and she came out without an umbrella, and the small snowflakes fell into Nanyang's black hair. She looked up at the front.

She originally wanted to go back to Rongqu Pavilion, but now she didn't know how to move, but she turned around and walked away from Hongfei Pavilion.

She had been walking for a long time, and there was a lot of snow falling between her shoulders and hair. When they arrived at Hongfei Pavilion, the disciples on the side saw Nan Yang, and hurriedly said "Honorable", and handed their umbrella to Nan Yang.

Nan Yang didn't answer, and his expression was a little indifferent. She went to the disciple's dormitory.

When he arrived in front of Qinghuan's room, Nan Yang was about to raise his hand to push the door, but his hand was raised in the air but stopped, frozen there.

After a while, Nan Yang withdrew his hand that had been leaning out, and looked at the closed wooden door with a little loneliness in his eyes, and looked at it for a long, long time. The cold outside was very heavy, Nan Yang's sensitive ears were dyed red by the cold air, and a layer of fresh snow fell on his robe.

After a long time, it was getting dark, and she did not say a word, did not sigh, and turned away quietly.

She had been standing in front of the door for so long, and she hadn't even touched it.

The footprints left by Nanyang's comings and goings were quickly covered by the heavy snow. The outside of the bedroom was no different from before she came, as if the peerless woman dressed in white had never come.

As soon as qiē, they all returned to calm.

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The days of recuperation passed quickly, every day when I opened my eyes and was dawn, I ate food and medicine, and when I closed my eyes, it was dark, and I didn't have to get up early to study, and I didn't have to stay up late to practice swords.

It's too idle, it's too idle.

Qinghuan spends a lot of time distracting every day, sometimes looking at the top of the bed in a daze, sometimes holding a medicine bowl in her hand in a daze, and after a long time, she suddenly can't remember what she was thinking about when she was in a daze.

Xu slept for too long, and his head was stupid.

Yuntang has her own things to do, and she can't stay by her bedside all day long. Qinghuan tilted his head, only to see Shuyu lying on the bookcase, writing something in his hand. After she was much better, Shuyu moved back.

Qinghuan suddenly spoke: "Rain." ”

Shuyu immediately raised his head and smiled slightly: "What's the matter, Qinghuan?" Thirsty? ”

"Not thirsty." Qinghuan paused and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"By the time you go, it's already dark."

"Oh," was silent and soft. After a long pause, he spoke again: "Leave that day...... How many days have it been? ”

Shuyu didn't understand, and wondered: "What day?" ”

“…… The day Master returned. ”

The rain sighed, counted carefully, and said, "Today, there are nine days." ”

"It's been nine days...... Well...... Master, she's busy? ”

"You also remember the Venerable, seeing that you live a leisurely life every day, and I thought that you didn't care if the Venerable came to see you." Shuyu chuckled, "Your Excellency has been in Rongkue Pavilion, she is very busy, and I don't know what she is busy with." ”

"Master...... Busy ......" whispered softly, his eyes empty.

Shuyu then said: "Yes, the day before yesterday, Sister Yuntang came and talked to me. The Venerable always gets up early and goes to bed late, there are many things in the Rongkut Pavilion, and when he is a little idle, the Venerable runs to the sword casting pool without rest. ”

"......" Qinghuan listened very silently.

Sister Yuntang also said that her Excellency has been coughing all the time in the past few days, and her complexion is getting worse and worse. A few days ago, Sister Yuntang saw Zun Shang cough up blood with her own eyes......"

"What? Blood? Qinghuan seemed to be stimulated, and a spirit sat up straight with a shocked face.

"Yes, in order to see you, the original seven-day journey took only three days, and the horse was not ridden, and it was easy to come all the way. Before he could take a good rest, Rong Huaizun left the mountain again, and a bunch of affairs were moved to the Rongkue Pavilion. Hey, you unfilial apprentice, forget about it. ”

Qing Huan's brain was buzzing, and he didn't care what Shuyu said, the master turned out to be not only the wound on his hand, but also Yan Zhan's internal injury! Master couldn't rest well all day, and coughed up blood, but she actually slept in bed with peace of mind?!

Qinghuan lifted the quilt and jumped to the ground, with a severe pain in his body. But she didn't care about this, so she grabbed a fox fur and stumbled out.

Shuyu hurriedly stopped her, but she didn't stop her, and she was so anxious that she stomped her feet: "Hey! What are you doing? It's getting dark, where are you going like this? ”

Qinghuan couldn't hear Shuyu's words, she just wanted to see Master at the moment, see Master immediately, she didn't want to avoid Master anymore, she was looking forward to Master's approach more than anyone else!

Qinghuan ran quickly, and there were injuries on her body, and she fell in the snow several times, the wounds were cracked, and the gauze was soaked with blood, and she didn't care.

Qinghuan's body was covered with soft snow stains on the ground, and there was also a lot of snow on her face and hair, which was melted by her body temperature and slid into her collar, making her shiver. She felt like her back was going to hurt to death, and the sweat that was oozing from the excitement soaked into the open wound, making her almost want to dig it all out.

She ran groggily, almost unconscious, and only relied on her body's memory of the northern punishment route to run all the way to Rongkuge.

When the waiter of the night vigil in the Rongkue Pavilion saw the swaying young figure, he immediately woke up from a drowsy and hurried to meet him.

Qing Huan held the waiter's arm, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he muttered, "Master...... Master......"

"Your Excellency is here, Your Excellency has not slept yet, I will take you to see Your Excellency." The waiter didn't dare to relax, and hurriedly carried Qinghuan to the dormitory in Nanyang.

It was already a little late at night, and at this time, Nan Yang was lying on the table to deal with the affairs in the door. The candle flame looked a little dim, which made Nan Yang's vision on the paper a little ghostly. She took a sip of tea from the teacup next to her.

There was a commotion outside the door, and suddenly the door was pushed open, and a small, familiar figure stumbled in, nearly tripping over the high threshold.

Nan Yang casually threw the tea she was holding, and the tea splashed out and wet her hands, but she only cared about stepping forward and helping Qinghuan into her arms steadily.

Qinghuan's eyes were as red as a rabbit, his hands were tightly grasping the clothes on Nan Yang's waist, and he was panting for breath in his mouth, obviously not recovering from the violent running just now.

Nan Yang naturally smoothed her back, and her tone slowed down: "Why are you here, your injuries are all healed?" Don't be mad at me? ”

Qinghuan only cared about panting, and couldn't spare the energy to answer Nan Yang's words, but he rubbed his head hard against Nan Yang's shoulder socket and rubbed his sweat on it.

Nan Yang felt that Qinghuan's back was a little sticky to the touch, and when he lifted his hand, he saw that there was blood leaking out of his palm, and he couldn't help frowning: "The wound is cracked, don't you know to tell me?" Come here, I'll take care of it for you first. ”

Nan Yang wanted to let go of Qing Huan and go to get medicine and gauze, but Qing Huan felt that Nan Yang was leaving, so he immediately raised his hand to wrap his arms around Nan Yang's neck and brought Nan Yang's face to him.

She didn't want to say anything, she didn't want to say anything.

This god-like cold face was right in front of her, right in front of her, only two inches from the tip of her nose.

She wanted to kiss her.

Because I like her, I like her so much, so I want to kiss her.

If you want to, why not do it?

Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and kissed Nanyang's forehead with a slight tremble.

Nan Yang maintained the half-bent action in order to match Qinghuan's height, and was stunned, and did not react for a while.

Qinghuan became more and more crazy, holding Nanyang's impeccable face, and kissing it like raindrops. Eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, cheeks.

In the end, she didn't know where she was kissing, she only knew that she was infinitely close to Nanyang, she liked Master, she liked Master, she liked it so much.

Qinghuan suddenly felt that her lips touched a very soft place, and the feeling at the moment of touching it was wonderful, like a piece of first snow in winter, with a cool sweetness.

Nan Yang woke up like a dream, pulled away the nonsense Qinghuan, looked stunned, and stroked his fingers over his strange lips.

Qing Huan was still panting and staring at her tightly.