The night passed peacefully.

It was already half of the day, and Qinghuan had already developed a good habit of waking up early in Hongfei Pavilion, except this time, she slept a little longer, but it was still not too late when she woke up.

At least, Nanyang hasn't gotten up yet.

I don't know what happened after I fell asleep last night, it was originally Nan Yang who slept with her, but when I woke up, she inexplicably became her holding Nan Yang. Master may have fallen asleep soundly, and instinctively wanted to get closer to her stove, so he formed this position.

The sleeping Nan Yang looked very quiet and docile, different from the restrained and reserved when she was awake, she gently wrapped her arms around Qinghuan's waist, her head rested on Qinghuan's shoulders, and her eyelashes trembled slightly with the even rhythm of breathing. The morning light came in, even the fine fluff on her face could be seen clearly, her skin was like snow, her lips were cold and thin, and Qinghuan seemed to be able to imagine that when these eyes opened slightly for a while, the clean pupils that were like tea were revealed.

This person is like a little ice and snow on the top of the mountain, holding her in his arms, he is afraid of melting her.

Qinghuan gently rubbed the tip of her nose against Nan Yang's neck, sniffing the good smell of plum blossoms on Nan Yang's body, she had not felt so satisfied and warm for a long time, a long time.

Nan Yang tilted his head, his face happened to rest on the side of Qing Huan's face, and his trembling long eyelashes stirred Qing Huan's skin, itching to the tip of his heart.

There is such a beautiful woman, who does not want to follow her for the rest of her life.

Light joy is difficult for herself, and her love for Master has become stronger and stronger over time, which makes her happy at the same time, but also makes her feel distressed because she can't get it. The person she loves most is in her arms, but she doesn't belong to her.

Nan Yang let out a few soft murmurs in his throat, woke up slowly, unconsciously turned his head, and his soft lips gently brushed the side of Qinghuan's face. She frowned and opened her eyes, raising her hand and rubbing her eyes.

"Master, morning." Holding Nan Yang nostalgically, she really didn't want to let go for the rest of her life.

"Morning ...... ...... early" Nan Yang's consciousness was still hazy, and he squinted his eyes and looked around with some difficulty, looking a little confused.

Because I don't know how I tossed last night, the positions of the two people were directly reversed, and it became Qinghuan sleeping on the inside, and Nan Yang sleeping on the outside.

She said softly, "Master...... Wake up......"

Nan Yang didn't realize that he had slept outside, so he replied softly: "You get up first......"

Qing Huan raised his upper body slightly, looked around, and only stepped over Nan Yang lightly.

Because of her step-over action, her whole body was pressed against Nan Yang, and the soft touch of her body came defenselessly, and her breath was so ambiguous that she almost couldn't hold the bed.

Because Qing Huan blocked the early morning light directly above Nan Yang, Nan Yang's eyes were completely open at this time, and he looked at Qing Huan definitely.

The current posture is really ambiguous.

Qinghuan's whole person was pressed on Nan Yang's body, and Nan Yang's light brown eyes were met, and for a while he forgot what he was going to do, so he pressed on Nan Yang so stupidly, not daring to move.

Time stood still for a moment.

Suddenly, a drop of blood dripped on Nan Yang's fair side face, and the temperature of the blood seemed to burn her cold cheeks.

Nan Yang woke up like a dream, his body shook, his hand hurriedly touched the table on the side, touched the handkerchief and dragged it over, covering Qinghuan's beautiful nose.

Qinghuan's face turned red as soon as he brushed it, and he hurriedly pressed the handkerchief handed over by Nan Yang, and hurriedly got off Nan Yang's body. Heaven and earth, how can she ...... Nosebleeds again......

"Are you alright?" Nan Yang didn't care about the blood stains on his face, held the open placket in his hand, and hurriedly got up.

"It's okay...... It's okay......" Qinghuan covered her nose tightly, hurriedly put on her outer robe, and ran away from the desert before she had time to tie her clothes and belts, and ran out of Nanyang's dormitory.

Before Nan Yang could react for a while, his hand touched his face, and he looked down at the blood stains on his fingertips.

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Ten days later.

The sword trial officially began. The disciples of the Northern Punishment and the disciples of other sects entered the sword practice field and the sword discussion platform one after another, standing in front of the platform they wanted to see, and while discussing passionately, they pointed at the two people who were going to compete on this platform. There are also gangsters who don't know which sect, taking advantage of the crowd and mouth, holding a box to ask everyone to bet, betting on who wins or loses. The scene of the sword platform is unprecedentedly lively, and it is worthy of being the most grand event of the rivers and lakes in the northern punishment, with a lot of voices and empty alleys.

People were still talking noisily under the sword platform, and Hong Shengyun and Sanzun slowly ascended to the high platform and sat down at the highest place.

Hong Shengyun said in a thick voice mixed with internal force: "Everyone-"

The sound was like an ancient bell, shaking people's eardrums, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and many people directly covered their ears, all looking at the highest part of the sword platform.

"On the occasion of the 10-year sword trial conference of the Northern Punishment, I am very pleased to welcome you to visit and participate in this grand event. I also hope that all the disciples of the Northern Punishment who participated in the competition can enjoy martial arts exchanges in this month-long sword trial conference, and do not compete for a while, and do not hurt their peers by seeking victory; I hope that all the knights of the rivers and lakes can enjoy it, do not do it because of different concepts, and do not carry out indecent activities such as gambling. The deity and the three deities will always be here in this sword trial conference, and if anything bad happens, don't deal with it with unfair means in private......"

"Don't ...... Never...... Never...... Why don't you do it all? There are so many regulations in charge, and I don't know how many can be followed. Shuyu was in a group of disciples, whispering to the light huan beside him.

"Okay, just listen to it, there's a lot of nonsense." Laughing lightly and slamming into the rain's arm.

"Am I not bored...... Yuntang's sister and brother were all sent to take care of those people in the rivers and lakes, and there was not a single figure in sight, and the more people had to be busy...... Hey, look, there's a box over there, and he's betting on it! You wait, I'll give you a bet, rush luck! Shuyu took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and ran towards the man with a smile.

"Really...... The head of the house said that gambling money is not allowed, is it the wind in your ears......" smiled lightly, and looked at the height of the sword platform.

Hong Shengyun sat in the highest place, upright and solemn. Where he is a little lower, the three chairs are very generously distributed, Yu Xiu is at the front, Rong Huai and Nan Yang are on both sides, the three of them are wearing the formal robes of the Northern Punishment Lord, luxurious white clothes, on which are distributed with delicate silver-gray moire, large and small exquisite silver ornaments decorate the noble white clothes, like the three gods, the treasure is solemn.

Because it was a formal occasion, Nan Yang's eyebrows used a red pen to draw the fiery saffron that showed her identity, like a flame burning between her eyebrows, reflecting that face more delicate and cold.

No matter what time it is, Master always looks so good-looking, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off it.

Shuyu, who came back at some point, patted her on the shoulder violently: "Hey! Come back to your senses! …… The competition will start soon, you still have the heart to stare at the Venerable in a daze, rest assured, the person is there, you can't run. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qing Huan lowered his head and touched the phoenix feather sword in his hand.

"Look at you, your mind has already flown to the sword platform. Hey, let's go to the platform you're going to try, I've just been there, and it's at least twenty feet above the ground! The light rain pushed Qinghuan and walked towards the bustling crowd.

The first competition with Qinghuan was coincidental and uncoincidental, it was her fellow brother, Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang saw the woman standing opposite him, smiled heartily, and arched his hand: "Senior Sister Qinghuan!" Don't show mercy to your brother's subordinates. ”

Qinghuan took out the phoenix feather sword, stroked the golden phoenix totem on the sword with his fingertips, and said with a low smile: "Senior brother, don't worry." ”

Wen Jiang glanced at the bottom of the platform, it was all black and pressed heads, a bunch of people were looking up with their heads up, and there were also resting disciples on the high platforms around the ups and downs, and they were under the gaze of so many people for a while, which made him a little restrained: "Senior Sister Qinghuan, fight and fight, don't kick Senior Brother under the platform!" Senior brother, I'm afraid of heights, and besides, if it's so high, I'll fall and become crippled. ”

"Senior brother, don't worry." Qinghuan said lightly.

A disciple in charge of walking the field struck the gong in the middle and shouted, "The competition has officially begun!" Then he was afraid that the two would hurt him if they fought, so he flew off the high platform with a light effort.

This platform is only the size of a room in a square circle, flat, there is not a single obstacle, not even the guardrails that should be around, which makes people really feel insecure.

Wen Jiang's little effort, Qing Huan still knew it in her heart, and she expected that she would be able to end this scene with no more than ten round-trips.

Wen Jiang raised his sword and launched the move first, and with a little foot, he swung his sword and attacked Qinghuan. In the first move, Qing Huan dodged very lightly, and landed lightly five steps away from Wenjiang. Wen Jiang turned around, picked up the giant sword in his hand, and swept towards Qinghuan.

Wen Jiang's weapon is a very heavy giant sword, and it stands to reason that he should find the flaws of this weapon and win with dexterity, and should not go head-to-head with this heavyweight weapon. However, Qinghuan tightened the phoenix feather sword in her hand, and she wanted to meet it.

The crystal red phoenix feather sword slammed into the giant sword in Wen Jiang's hand, and the huge vibration when it collided caused the convergence of the two true qi, almost cracking Qing Huan's tiger mouth, she was busy resisting, holding the phoenix feather sword and rubbing the giant sword all the way to the spark and scraping it hard, the frenzied flow of true qi caused Qing Huan's long hair to fly, and the black hair tail was wrapped around the tip of the crystal red blade.

Wen Jiang didn't expect Qing Huan to take this move, and the corners of his mouth raised an approving smile, but the kung fu in his hand was not gentle at all, and after this move, he turned around neatly, and used enough true qi to drop the giant sword.

Qinghuan gritted his teeth, and Wen Jiang couldn't talk about using the sword moves that he practiced weekdays, he could only compare his strength, the giant sword weighing sixty or seventy kilograms in his hand, she couldn't bear it just by pressing it down, not to mention that Wen Jiang's true qi was also transported on it.

The phoenix feather sword in his hand seemed to be excited about the trial that he was about to meet, and as soon as it caused the jade to vibrate in Qinghuan's neck, the sword and the jade began to glow hot, and they also carried their master's fighting spirit high. Qinghuan's dark eyes became sharp, the cinnabar mole in the center of her eyebrows seemed to be crying blood, and her long hair was behind her, blown up by the battle intent that had been bypassed, and she flew in the air in a wanton beautiful shape.

Qing Huan clenched the phoenix feather sword, used a lot of skill, and fiercely met Wen Jiang's giant sword.

The moment the two swords touched, the true qi in the air distorted, emitting a deafening roar. For some reason, Qinghuan's mind suddenly flashed over Nan Yang's face.

Those light-colored eyes like tea.

"Hum—"

A crisp sound of metal breaking broke through the air.

Wen Jiang's forehead was overflowing with sweat, and his jaw was about to fall in shock, and he looked at the giant sword in his hand with an incredulous expression. The massive blades snapped in unison, and the severed half of the blade spun and flew out, nailed deep into the edge of the wooden platform.

And the phoenix feather sword in Qing Huan's hand is as thin as a cicada's wings, but it is still intact.

The people under the high platform suddenly exploded and made a noise.

Wen Jiang exclaimed: "You-! What kind of sword are you? Impossible, impossible! ”

It's only been three moves, and his sword was actually cut off directly?!

Qinghuan exhaled a long breath, and the left hand holding the sword trembled from excessive force. Seeing this, the rain in the audience flew onto the high platform and supported Qinghuan: "Are you okay?" ”

Qinghuan nodded and put his sword into the sheath. The sharp blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a slight metallic grinding sound, which made people inexplicably frightened.

The disciple who struck the gong came to the stage with the gong and struck it heavily: "Light Huan vs. Wen Jiang - Light Huan wins!" ”

The disciples of the Northern Punishment and the people from the rivers and lakes below the high platform all cast admiring glances. The competition just now was as fast as a few blinks of an eye, and in just such a little time, he cut off the opponent's weapon alive, this rookie in the rivers and lakes, people have to be impressed.

Nanyang, who was sitting on a high place, just looked at Qinghuan lightly, and never left his eyes for a moment.