The distance from the rope ladder at the north entrance to the valley is not far or close, all the way over, the atmosphere is a little depressing, coupled with the rainy weather, everyone is silent, not saying a word.

After walking for a short time, I saw a majestic limestone arch, with a horizontal diameter of about 100 steps on the left and right, which was very solemn and majestic. Above the arch from right to left, two large characters are engraved in a chic and handsome font: Random flowers. On the stone pillar next to it, there is a couplet, which is also engraved in the same font, because of the gloomy weather, what is written on it is vaguely unclear.

On both sides of the bluestone arch stood four disciples in green clothes, each wearing a rainproof hat, holding a knife in his right hand, and holding a wind and rain lantern in his left hand.

When the disciples in Tsing Yi saw the group of people coming, they wanted to step forward to investigate carefully, but when they approached and found that Junqiao was among them, the four of them were busy kneeling down respectfully towards Junqiao, regardless of the muddy and dirty rain on the ground, they looked disciplined and very respectful to their masters.

"Meet the Young Valley Lord!"

"Up." Junqiao bowed slightly, paused, and asked, "Is there anything unusual in the valley?" Why is the rope ladder at the north exit unguarded? ”

"Back to the young valley master, not long before you, a guest has come to visit. The guards at the rope ladder at the north entrance lead them into the valley and wait for you. ”

Another Tsing Yi disciple continued: "The person who came said to be a subordinate of the Shanshan Sect, but the purpose is not clear, the valley master is seriously ill, and you are out again, so the right elder took the initiative to allow them to enter. ”

An indescribable look appeared on Junqiao's face, she lowered her head as if in thought, and after a moment, she turned her head to look at the group of people behind her.

Nan Yang stood silently with an expressionless face, and his shallow gaze fell lightly on Junqiao. Qinghuan behind her widened her eyes slightly, and after glancing at Nan Yang, she slid into the Chaotic Flower Valley again, as if she had just heard something that made her unbearable.

Jun Qiao tightened the umbrella in his hand, felt the rain falling more and more, and said: "Go into the valley first, and go to settle my guests in vain, so I will go directly to the main hall with me and meet the guests of the Shanshan faction." ”

Without merit and selflessness, under the congratulations of the four Tsing Yi disciples, Junqiao and his party continued to walk towards the deep valley.

Walking to the middle of the valley, it is the most populated area in the valley of wild flowers. Junqiao and Wuji parted ways with Nan Yang, and Wugong took Nan Yang and Qinghuan to the guest room area, cleaned up the two clean rooms next to each other, and arranged for them to rest first.

Qinghuan carefully cleaned the house again, she knew that the master was used to being clean, and some corner servants would inevitably not be able to take care of it, and in some places, she had to clean up for her by herself to feel at ease.

After cleaning up thoroughly, Qinghuan stepped out of the threshold with a basin of water, and saw Nan Yang sitting quietly on the steps alone, looking at the slanting rain outside the eaves.

smiled lightly, put down the basin in his hand, quietly walked behind Nan Yang, bent down and kissed Nan Yang lightly on the side of his face.

Warm and soft, with a sultry moisture in the air.

Nan Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile on the corner of his lips, and stroked the steps next to him: "Sit." ”

"In a good mood?" Qinghuan sat next to Nan Yang, put down his rolled up sleeves, and rubbed the sweat on his forehead by the way.

“…… You have something on your mind, and your face is not very good," Nan Yang silently found Qinghuan's hand, interlocked his fingers with her, and lowered his eyes, "You have grown up, I just ask you about it." But I'm worried that you're going to have something to do with it, so be happy. ”

Qinghuan tugged at the corners of his mouth a little far-fetched, but said, "With you by my side, I'm not unhappy." ”

"If I'm not with you, I can't be too depressed. I always hope that you are always happy. Nan Yang raised his hand and touched the top of Qinghuan's hair, "But you have grown up after all, I know that you don't want to talk to me about some things, but I still hope that you can vent your love to me like you did when you were a child." ”

Qing Huan's eyes were inexplicably wet, and he grabbed Nan Yang's hand tighter and tighter, but said with a smile in his mouth: "What does Master want me to vent?" I just want to hug you and be intimate with you for a while, but does Master still want me to continue to vent? ”

Nan Yang turned his head, and his light-colored eyes like tea were also dyed with a strange look inside, and after a long time, he said softly: "It's not good outside." The voice is still shallow and faint, just like Guanyin being held high in the temple, abstinence is too much.

"It's not good outside, I'll take you inside." The light smile deepened, and as he spoke, he immediately got up, hugged Nan Yang unguardedly, took good care of the cold woman in white in his arms, and walked slowly towards the house.

Nan Yang's ears were slightly reddened, and she was carefully placed on the bed in the guest room by Qinghuan, her head bowed gently: "You...... Licentious. ”

"Didn't Master say, "Miss me?" I miss you too. With a light smile, he pinched Nanyang's delicate chin, rubbed his ears and temples, and said thoughtful words, "Although I think about a lot of things in my head, those things come and go in my heart, and I can't think of any of them." But there's only one thing I think about most clearly, and that's you. I like you, I miss you, Master. ”

“…… I didn't notice before that you were so good at talking. Nan Yang raised his eyes and squinted at Qinghuan, at such an angle, the light brown eyes were in a trance with an indescribable style.

"When I was in Hongfei Pavilion before, my senior brothers taught me, and I often went to the Library Pavilion, and there were books in them."

"How's that, the books of the Library ......?"

"There is a small piece on the fourth floor. In the book area, remember some interesting things, Master can also go and see them when he has time. Qinghuan bit Nanyang's ear, and her voice became softer and more ambiguous.

Nan Yang didn't have time to think carefully about the ban in Qinghuan's mouth. In the book area, his mind was hooked by the woman in front of him. Qing Huan was very close to her, and she could see Qing Huan's good-looking eyebrows and eyes, which were so dark and clear that they were like warm ink jade with brilliance. The long eyelashes seemed to sweep to the side of her face, this woman was born in real trouble.

The two naturally kissed with lips and teeth and kissed intimately. Nan Yang's hand rested on Qing Huan's back, and her slender and beautiful fingers seemed to shrink a little nervously.

After kissing for a while, Nan Yang's fingers suddenly tightened, and he clasped Qinghuan's back with some trembling.

Nan Yang turned his face sideways, parted with Qinghuan's kiss, and gasped softly in his mouth. Qinghuan squinted impatiently, continued to kiss Nan Yang's side and neck, and hugged Nan Yang's waist tightly.

"Qinghuan," Nan Yang's voice was very soft, she gently stroked Qinghuan's hair, "Earlier, the young valley lord seems to have encountered something, you go to the main hall to take a look." ”

Qinghuan held Nan Yang's earlobe, and his mouth was vague: "Do you want to go now?" ”

"Well, go now. I'm afraid...... There's something hard going on over there, you go check it out. ”

"But I'm ...... I want to hug you for a while. ”

"When you go to bed at night, you come to my room and let you hug you all night, okay?" Nan Yang softly coaxed the woman in her arms, and her hand kept stroking her long hair.

“…… Well. Even though Qinghuan was a little reluctant, he still stood up obediently, raised his hand and rubbed Nanyang's hair, "I knew that Master remembered the young valley master." Then I went, and came back as far as I could. ”

Nan Yang nodded with a smile, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and turned around and went out.

It was still raining heavily, and the light was gloomy. Qing Huan held an umbrella in one hand and a wind and rain lantern in the other, feeling a little strange in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, just looked back at the door of the house where Nan Yang was staying, and followed the disciple who led the way to the direction of the main hall.

Nan Yang watched Qinghuan disappear from sight, his smile disappeared instantly, his eyebrows furrowed tightly in pain, and the corners of his pale lips overflowed with red-black blood.

Nan Yang closed his eyes tightly, his pale fingers stiffly grasping the corner of the quilt on the bed, and he was enduring it with great difficulty.

Her hands trembled uncomfortably, as if she was bound by something, and it was very difficult for her to move. It took a lot of effort for her to get out of bed, but she couldn't stand at all, and she fell to her knees on the ground.

Pain.

It was as if something in her viscera was about to tear her body apart from within, and the pain was like an unprepared torrent collapsing, menacing and without warning. She couldn't tell where the pain was, as if all her internal organs were in severe pain, tearing. The whole person seemed to sink into an ice cellar, but it was as if there was a volcano inside, and it was about to burst her from the inside.

Something, little by little, was eating away at her flesh and bones.

Nan Yang supported the ground with one hand, the sweat on her forehead slid down her porcelain-white cheeks, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were full of sweat from extreme pain, piercing her eyes.

How could it be......

"Hmm......" Nan Yang was extremely depressed under the extreme pain, and stoiced not to let out a moan. Yin, because she is used to forbearance, and because she doesn't want to cause trouble.

Life is worse than the pain of death.

The pain in her body forced her to bite her lip tightly, hoping to transfer the pain somewhere else. Thinking of biting her lip again and unable to explain it to Qing Huan, she let go of her lips and teeth again and gritted her teeth. After a while, the mouth was full of blood.

Confused, she raised her right hand, trying to make out her sweaty eyelashes.

Under the fair skin, from the top of the palm, there is a faint black line spreading down, only two fingers long.

"Why......" Nan Yang frowned and trembled unwillingly.

"Why...... Why ......" She pressed her right hand the ground, her five fingers tightly clasped into the floor tiles, and the delicate skin was quickly worn away on the rough ground, and red and black blood spilled out and seeped into the ground.