Qinghuan very carefully picked out more than a dozen different ring rulers, of different lengths and weights, and then lined them up, pulled Yuntang over, and pointed to the row of ring rulers very seriously: "Senior sister, do you think which one doesn't hurt so much on the body?" ”

Yun Tang burst out laughing: "What kind of treasure are you playing?" Do you spoil you too much on weekdays, and you have itchy skin? ”

"Not really." Qinghuan sighed when she thought of Master's cold tone, she must have been angry, "I did something bad, Master is going to beat me." ”

"Master's cold temperament, how can he be angry with you. What did you do, you troublemaker, that is not tolerated? ”

"That ......" Qing Huan thought of the reason, his face turned red again, and he said vaguely, "Senior sister, don't ask......

"Okay. Then take this one, it seems sincere. Yun Tang badly picked out the heaviest one.

Qinghuan's expression was about to cry: "So rough! The thug's heart will be broken! ”

Yun Tang raised his eyebrows: "The lightest one?" The long and slender ones will be more vigorous when pumped. ”

Qinghuan's little brain melon is running fast, in fact, the thick and thin ones hurt, or take these to the master to pick, it seems sincere, maybe the master will not fight if he is moved by his sincerity.

Qinghuan smiled slyly, hugged a bunch of large and small ring rulers into his arms, and ran towards Nanyang's dormitory.

Nan Yang had obviously put that joke behind her, she ran all the way to the dust, and when she returned to the palace, she just wanted to cleanse herself and bathe.

After all the maids were dismissed, Nanyang stood alone by the bath and prepared to take off and bathe.

The white robes were delicately removed one by one, revealing a slender white neck and perfectly curved shoulders. The long soft black hair flowed down like a waterfall, the fair and slender seductive waist faintly flashed, the beautiful butterfly bones on her back jumped with her movements, and the ups and downs of the waist curve were enough to arouse the evil thoughts of everyone in the world.

Nanyang's figure is extremely well-proportioned, his abdomen is delicate and tight due to sword practice, and his muscle outline faintly forms a "Chuan" shape.

Who would have thought that under that flowing ascetic white robe, there was such a beautiful scenery that made people surge up.

Nan Yang sank half of his body into the hot bath, closed his eyes and meditated. I don't know how to think of half a month ago.

It took her five days to arrive in Huashan, and it stands to reason that she would have to stay for at least a month before returning. During this period, she kept receiving flying pigeon letters from Yuntang, so that she couldn't practice with peace of mind for a day.

Nine out of ten letters must mention Qinghuan. Yuntang said that since she came to Huashan, Qinghuan was often in a daze, occasionally waking up crying when she slept at night, and sometimes calling Master in her dreams. The food is not delicious, Nan Yang has only been gone for a few days, and he has seen Qinghuan's little face sharpened a lot.

Nanyang felt that he had gone to Huashan and did nothing, but he spent five days running over and then staying for a while, eating a few meals of Huashan pie food, except for finding that there were many potatoes in Huashan vegetables and many greens in the vegetables in the north, there was no harvest at all.

She always felt like she was thinking about something, or saying that she was waiting for something.

The water in the bath was steaming, and the heat dyed Nanyang's white face with a flush, and there was a trace of coquettishness on her cold and refined face.

"Master......"

"Hey, don't go in, Your Excellency is bathing......"

"Master asked me to come, don't stop me."

The sound reached the threshold in an instant, Nan Yang frowned, and quickly got up, bringing a loud sound of water. In the blink of an eye, the white clothes on the hanger flew up, and in an instant, they were put on Nan Yang's delicate body.

The light clothes were wet with water, and they stuck to Nan Yang's body very closely, the ends of her hair and neck were still dripping, and the placket was slightly open, revealing her snow-jade skin.

Qinghuan just stepped into the threshold, and when he saw Nan Yang's description, he was dumbfounded, holding a bunch of ring rulers and stunned in place.

"I asked you to come at night, when is it—" Nan Yang frowned and looked out the window. The dark sky was hooked by a thin first quarter moon, and there was not a single star around. Her voice stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

The air seemed to freeze. Qinghuan swallowed nervously, and clearly felt the heart in his chest beating fast and powerfully.

After a long time, Nan Yang came back to his senses: "Oh...... It turned out to be dark. ”

"Yes...... In vain...... "Qinghuan felt that it was inexplicably disadvantageous to speak now, and he almost bit his tongue."

Master is really beautiful, the most beautiful person she has ever seen. Although she stayed in Beiqi all day long, she didn't see a few people. Qinghuan shook his head, feeling that he was in a weird state now, a little dizzy, maybe the heat in the bath was too strong.

"You...... What are you doing with so many sticks? Nanyang didn't think about it for a while.

"Division...... As Master said earlier, I was told to come to you with a ring ruler......"

Nan Yang stepped forward, approached Qinghuan and leaned over slightly, the white clothes that had not yet been sorted out and the increasingly rich fragrance of plum blossoms on his body after bathing made Qinghuan feel suffocated.

"I remember. That's right, just take this one. Nan Yang pulled out a slender and light one and put it on the table to the side.

Qinghuan nodded stupidly: "Oh......"

"Take it and wait for me in the plum garden. Today, I will teach you the introductory swordsmanship of the Northern Punishment. ”

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down respectfully: "Master Xie." ”

The evening breeze was cold, causing a small area of residual plum petals to fly gently, and the wind blew into Qinghuan's nose along the slightly refreshing plum fragrance, which was exactly the same as the usual taste on Nanyang's body.

Located in the extreme north, the North Punishment Mountain has snow all year round, and flowers and plants cannot survive at all. Only this garden plum tree, often blooming a pink and white plum blossom, adds a little color to the monotonous white of this icy and snowy land.

Nanyang likes plum blossoms and often comes to the plum garden to meditate. The pink and white petals covering the ground are like a fairyland, and the small plum blossoms that bloom one by one are not only beautiful, but also used to practice swords. For a while, Nanyang was obsessed with carving words on the petals of small flowers with his sword, and the petals could not be knocked down by force.

Qinghuan waited for Nanyang in the plum garden with a ring ruler, and for a long time, scattered plum blossoms fell from his shoulders.

Nan Yang didn't know when he stood behind Qing Huan, holding a snow-green long sword in his hand.

"You're so wary." Nanyang's voice was indifferent and emotionless.

Qinghuan didn't turn around, only smiled coquettishly: "I know it's Master, so I'm not vigilant." ”

Although the breath on Nanyang's body was almost integrated with the plum garden, the warmth that had just finished bathing, and the familiar feeling that could not be more familiar, how could Qinghuan not recognize it.

Nan Yang shook his head: "Sophistry! …… Have you practiced the mental method you were given before? ”

"Yes, there is practice."

"That's good. You look at me well, I remember the posture of my sword swing and the footwork of my feet. Nan Yang's voice did not fall, and he flew up with his sword.

Qinghuan's eyes were reluctant to blink, staring at Nanyang's sword dancing posture. The slender body wrapped in a capable arrow-sleeved white coat is like a dragon in the dark night, and the cuffs are rolled up with the hunting wind, and the pink flowers that fall to the ground follow them.

The tip of the snow green sword stabbed straight towards a cluster of plum blossoms on the branch, and the tip of the sword was picked up, knocking down twelve petals. Nan Yang calmly turned around and stepped on the first petal that landed on the ground, while the long sword as thin as a cicada's wings pierced another piece in the air, and the sword wind that the sword picked up lifted the rest of the petals to a just perfect height.

Nan Yang turned around and spun to step on the second landing petal again, leaning over almost to the ground, and the tip of the sword stabbed one piece accurately, exactly the same. The other four steps are all this routine.

Nan Yang's whole set of swordsmanship tricked down, just stepped on six petals, each of which corresponded to a posture to stab the plum blossom in the air, she looked very easy to complete, the movement was so fast that you couldn't see the specific posture without looking carefully.

Nan Yang neatly put away his sword and looked at the slightly sluggish Qinghuan on the side: "See clearly?" I will shoot the flower for you, you can hit it with a ring ruler according to the posture and pace I just did. ”

"Master, it's too difficult! Isn't it preaching introductory swordsmanship? Qinghuan made a bitter little face, looking embarrassed.

"This is the basic six-step door sword technique, you must practice these six steps well. The rest of the swordsmanship of higher skills are derived from these six steps, and they are overcome by these six steps. Everything has its origin, and the source is the simplest, and at the same time, it is the most controllable of all things. ”

"Oh...... Good ......" is very empty.

Nan Yang saw her uneasiness and comforted: "It will be much easier for you to follow the mental method I gave you before swinging the sword." ”

Qinghuan nodded, and raised the ring ruler with a trembling left hand.

A thought in Nan Yang's mind moved inexplicably, and an unknown trace of affection flashed in his eyes: "Use your right hand." ”

"What? It's mine...... Right hand?! Qinghuan's mind was blank, she was already extremely weak-hearted, and Nan Yang's sudden request made such a difficult request made her even more overwhelmed. The right hand hanging at his side trembled.

Right hand...... tied to the period of her ignorance three years ago, the most unbearable and the most unwilling to remember the past. Memories are like a flood of beasts, surging in, instantly shattering the self-confidence that Qinghuan has accumulated so hard.

"You try. I'm going to see how your right hand has recovered over the years. ”

"Master!" Said lightly.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan's gaze and suddenly softened, she slowly stepped forward, rested her hand on Qing Huan's shoulder, and said softly: "Huan'er, what are you afraid of, I'm here, what are you afraid of?" ”

yes, what are you afraid of......

Qinghuan was silent for a while. She is not only a physical handicapp, but also a psychological one. The heart-rending pain of the tendons is vivid, the so-called once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope. She doesn't dare to move her right hand in her daily life, so how easy is it to hold a sword now?

The air was still.

Nan Yang couldn't wait for Qinghuan's response, just sighed: "That's it." You need to remember that the growth of age and the improvement of swordsmanship are not the most important, see through your state of mind, break through your state of mind, this is the way of my northern punishment. You should use your left hand to practice first. ”

Qing Huan felt that she was extremely useless at this moment, she couldn't understand the Tao from her master's mouth, and she didn't dare to do something. She doesn't know anything, when will she be able to catch up with Master? I can't catch up with it for the rest of my life.

Nan Yang stood quietly beside a plum tree, and with a casual wave of the Xue Qing long sword on the branch, she could control the trajectory of each petal flying down without looking at it. is so indifferent, every action is timetable with her unfathomable strength.

Qinghuan looked at the cold woman in white under the plum tree, and her chest was sour. She suddenly felt that although the Master was standing there so closely, he was separated from her by a heaven and earth reincarnation, so far away that it was never reachable.

Qing Huan's first sword pierced the air.

"Again." Nan Yang's emotionless voice was a little uncomfortable at this moment.

Qinghuan nodded, walked back to his original position, and worked hard to recall, while recalling the pace that the master had just walked.

I don't know how long she has been practicing, Qing Huan secretly counted the number of exercises at first, but then she was disheartened by countless restarts. Why is it that Master can do such a smooth and simple few movements, why can't he do it himself? Several times, it was almost the petals, but it was just a little bit, and it was always a little bit worse.

Qing Huan stabbed the first two swords with all his might, and only then did he turn around and start in the third movement, and his feet slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

Qinghuan's eyes were sour for a while, and she was inexplicably aggrieved.

Seeing this, Nan Yang didn't come over to help and comfort her as usual, her eyes lit up, and her voice suddenly froze: "Get up, come again!" ”

"Master......" Qinghuan's voice was a little choked, she had been practicing for a long time, and she had worked hard, and her wrists were sore.

"What does it look like to sit on the ground and cry if you can't finish it? Do you think sword training is child's play, so you can do whatever you want? Nan Yang's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, "Do you know that Zi can stab five swords without deviation in the first practice, and Yun Tang can stab the entire six swords only after trying the third time?" ”

Qinghuan didn't dare to say anything again.

Nan Yang looked at Qing Huan's weak little body that fell to the ground, and the side face that was silent after being reprimanded, and suddenly understood something.

She thought that when she was young, she suffered such inhuman suffering, and her heart would be higher than that of her peers. But that's not the case, there are only himself, Yuntang and Zi in the Rongku Pavilion, and the ones who can give Qinghuan are too limited, and they have been too indulgent to her in recent years, so they have developed such a fragile temperament, and Qinghuan sometimes relies too much on crying and coquettishness to solve problems, which is absolutely impossible.

Nan Yang paused, as if he had already thought about it: "Tomorrow, you will go to Hongfei Pavilion, and together with the most ordinary introductory disciples, you will attend morning and evening classes like them, and start from the most basic." ”

Nan Yang paused slightly, and in the next sentence, he knocked Qinghuan into the ice cellar, the tone was usually bland, but the content was very chilling:

"From now on, the master of Hongfei Pavilion will be your new master."

After speaking, Nan Yang was ruthless, turned around and brushed his sleeves away, and never looked back at Qinghuan.

Nan Yang knew that in an environment like Rongkuge Pavilion, it was difficult for Qinghuan to grow in stages, some things could not be granted by her or Yuntang, and some experience still needed to be explored slowly by Qinghuan herself. She needs to go to the group of her peers, and this is something she can't give her.

When Qinghuan heard the words "new master", her body shook violently, and her tears were even more turbulent. Seeing the lonely back of Nan Yang's departure, he left himself like this without looking back.

Qing Huan felt that a certain part of his heart seemed to have been dug up a large piece. The lonely little back sat on the ground of the plum garden for a long time, and it was so long that the east spit white, and a thick layer of falling flowers almost buried her into a flower mound.

Master...... Is this not to her?.