After Qinghuan easily won the first victory, the competition in the afternoon Shuyu also won. Yun Tang, who was very busy, also ran to celebrate their achievements, but they didn't have time to finish the meal in a hurry, and hurriedly returned to the sword platform.

There is still a test arrangement after dark, because the night is not good to see, the people in the rivers and lakes are becoming more and more rampant in "violations", drinking and gambling money, and the whole field is full of dealers walking around with a betting box, which is very lively. Because it was not easy to organize everyone to eat, the Northern Punishment arranged for the disciples to push the food around, and whoever was hungry could bring it to eat. On the sword platform, there are everyone, old and young, tall and short, there are disciples who are in a hurry to fly around in the sky with light skills, and there are men and women who meet in Pingshui and secretly have feelings. Looking at this scene, Hong Shengyun couldn't help but sigh.

"Master, the good and the bad are uneven in the rivers and lakes, and the atmosphere is like this, so you should be less angry." Rong Huai took the tea on the table next to him and drank it with a smile.

Hong Shengyun said: "I'm not angry. It's just that I'm a little worried that it's getting dark, and the disciples competing on the high platform are in danger. ”

"Aren't there lights hanging next to each table? Look at this sword platform, and the sword training ground over there, it shines like daylight. Only those who bet on gambling money are mixed, and they can't see it, and they can't catch it. ”

Nan Yang had been quiet, and suddenly got up and bowed: "Master, I'll leave for a while." ”

Hong Shengyun nodded and agreed.

Nanyang came down from the high platform and calmly stepped into the crowded crowd. Because of her cold aura and the robe of the lord on her body, which symbolized her noble status, many people gave way to her.

Nan Yang looked at Qinghuan and Shuyu who were laughing in the crowd in the distance, and walked forward with a very purposeful purpose. But he was about to approach Qinghuan, but the pace he was walking stopped again.

The yellow light reflected on her face, outlining a warm and soft outline.

After walking a few more steps, you can walk in front of Qinghuan, smile at her, cheer her up, and praise her today's appearance.

But Nanyang stopped there and never took a step forward. She just quietly looked at Qinghuan, who was smiling brightly, and thought back and forth what she wanted to say many times in her head, as if by doing so, she could treat it as if she had already said it to her.

Qinghuan and Shuyu chatted happily, not noticing Nanyang, who was close at hand. After a while, the rain pulled her away again.

Nan Yang bit her lip, as if she was restraining something, but she still watched Qinghuan's back gradually disappear into the crowd, and for some reason, she couldn't shout a word.

The dealer who didn't know whether to bet on life or death had just squeezed out of the pile of people with the box, and almost crashed into Nanyang, and the thug wiped his nose: "Hey! There are so many fucking people, squeezing out an old man...... Hey, this girl, do you want to make a bet and bet on your luck? I'm a 10-to-10, 10-to-10! ”

Nan Yang glanced at him lightly.

The thug gasped: "My mother, is there something wrong with my eyes...... The Venerable Lord of the Northern Punishment, why did you come here? ”

Nan Yang looked at him and didn't speak, but with that look, he could freeze to death.

The little gangster sweated and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, I'm sorry! I'm leaving! ”

The thugs hurriedly turned around and wanted to escape, but Nan Yang's eyes flashed and he stepped forward to grab the thugs.

The little gangster pinched himself, squeezed out a tear, and cried his father and called his mother: "Lord! Spare me! I don't dare anymore! I don't make much money all year round, I rely on me to support myself! Being a bookmaker sometimes loses money, gambling money, and I don't want to be so depraved! If you take my box away, I'll ......."

"Place a bet." Nan Yang interrupted him coldly.

The thug opened his mouth in shock: "...... Yes? What? ”

"I said, bet." Nan Yang repeated patiently, untied the white jade pendant he was wearing around his waist, and gently placed the warm and lubricated fine white jade on the box held by the little gangster.

The little gangster opened his mouth in shock, but he reacted very quickly, immediately put away the waist pendant, took out the next competition list from the box, and didn't know where to get it: "Okay, good lord, you see, this is not compared, you can bet!" Which do you bet on? ”

Nan Yang glanced at the list and quickly found the name she was looking for.

She tapped lightly on Qinghuan's name: "Charge her." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll make a note, Lord ......" The thug wanted to talk nonsense again, but Nan Yang was silent and turned to leave.

Nanyang returned to the high platform and sat down quietly. The dark night she has to spend is still very long.

Shuyu originally pulled Qinghuan out for a casual stroll, and by the way, he found out where Yuntang was. But I didn't expect that there were still so many people at night, crowded around, and the height of the two women did not have any advantage at all, so they had to walk with the crowd.

Shuyu suddenly pulled Qinghuan's arm: "Hey, look, look who is on the platform over there!" ”

Qinghuan looked over and saw that Shuyu was referring to a platform that was quite low from the ground, and there were especially many people around this platform, which was in stark contrast to other platforms. Because the crowd was too thick, I couldn't see who was competing on the stage.

Shuyu loves to join in the fun, so he hurriedly pulled Qinghuan forward and squeezed in.

Before he squeezed in, a tall figure jumped off the platform and landed in front of Qing Huan. Qinghuan almost bumped into it, and when he looked up, it turned out to be a shock.

"Qinghuan, you're here." The handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

Shuyu smiled: "Yes, your family is here, are you happy?" ”

Shocking Margin blushed: "The rain is ......"

Qinghuan smiled politely: "Senior Brother Shocking Margin...... Are you competing? ”

"No, I competed ten years ago, and I didn't participate this year. It's just to help Master manage the order, and something has just happened here. ”

"Oh...... ...... like this" smiled reluctantly, a little bit wanting to pull the rain away.

Suddenly, he took out a long paper bag from his sleeve and handed it to Qing Huan: "When I came over, I saw other people selling gadgets in the rivers and lakes, and I knew that you liked sweets, so I bought this, thinking that if I could meet you, I would give it to you." It turned out to be a real encounter, you ...... Take it. ”

"Tsk, sugar gourd?" Shuyu smiled and looked at Qinghuan.

"Thank you, brother, but I don't like sweets." Qinghuan bowed slightly, politely declined the surprise, and hurriedly pulled the rain away.

Shuyu shook his head: "You are dishonest, if you don't like to eat sweet, how do you cook the dishes are sweet and greasy?" ”

Qinghuan lowered her head and looked to the side. After a long time, he said softly:

"She likes to eat, so I like to do it."

"She? …… Oh...... Your Excellency...... But she hasn't eaten much of your cooking, so doesn't that make sense? ”

"I don't know, because she likes it, so I'm ...... Get used to it. ”

"Then I wish you the opportunity to make it for your honor every day in the future." Shuyu smiled and pushed Qinghuan's shoulder, and pulled her into a more lively place with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, five days have passed since the sword trial meeting.

Because of the deep internal strength of the three lords and the head of the sect, it is still okay to stay there for a few days without resting. But no matter what, sitting down for five days is really boring.

Because of some disputes in the competition, Yu Xiu left his seat and went to deal with it with Jing Hu in person. On the platform, Hong Shengyun closed his eyes and sat upright, Rong Huai and Nan Yang were still idle on both sides.

There was a teapot and teacup on the small table next to Rong Huai, he had drunk countless cups of tea in the past few days, and there was still a piece of melon seed shell scattered on the table and the table, Rong Huai lazily leaned on the armrest, drinking tea while sipping melon seeds. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Nanyang: "Here, do you want to relieve your boredom?" ”

Nan Yang shook his head lightly.

"Hey, you sit on it all day, aren't you bored?" Cangmin's voice sounded behind him.

Nan Yang looked back and saw Cang Min, who was dressed in white, holding Xiao Qianmi in his arms, and was walking towards this side with a smile.

As soon as Qianmi saw Nan Yang, she immediately ignored Rong Huai next to her, and with two big eyes smiling, she jumped down from Cang Min's arms and ran to Nan Yang's feet, hugging Nan Yang's legs.

Rong Huai smiled helplessly: "This little guy likes you and Qinghuan, she doesn't smile when she hugs her, every time she sees you and Qinghuan take the initiative." You see, even I, the master who has raised her for so long, don't pay attention to it. ”

Nan Yang picked up Chimi, took out the box of white sugar pills from his sleeve, and fed them to Chimi.

Cang Min took out a large handful of all kinds of sugar from his pocket and poured it out on the table next to Nan Yang: "I just walked all the way up, and I saw a candy seller, I bought so much, don't thank me." ”

Nan Yang glanced at Cang Min: "I'll give you another chance, to be honest." "These candies are so varied and uniform that they are not bought in passing, but should be carefully selected from many places where sugar is sold. Cang Min is holding a child in his arms, and what do you think?

Cang Min pouted: "Okay, you can see it yourself, don't blame me." Do you have an apprentice with a red mole on your eyebrows? When I came, I saw her standing at the bottom of this high platform, and when she wanted to come up but didn't come up, I asked her two questions, and Chiya knew her. Then she gave it to me and told me to bring it to you, but don't tell sù that you brought it......"

Nan Yang lowered his eyes, unable to see the emotion.

"Nanyang...... Uncle Shi ......" Xiao Qianmi grabbed Nanyang's shirt and said softly, "Sister Qinghuan...... Loved you......"

"What is this kid talking about?" Cang Min plucked his ears and frowned.

Nan Yang withdrew his gaze, forcibly endured the sour feeling at the corners of his eyes, and replied lightly:

"She said she liked me."

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Qinghuan's competition in the past few days has been quite smooth, winning all the way, and a few games have taken some effort, but they all narrowly won.

Today's scene is a bit special.

Because after a few days of competition, the strength of the person who won the battle became more and more extraordinary, and it was already more and more difficult, and today's scene, by coincidence, actually ranked her and Lan Ze in the same game.

The humiliation he suffered as a child is still vividly remembered. Master had intended to investigate thoroughly, but he was distracted by the heavy tasks of the sect that followed, so he forgot about it. And she, later the contradiction with Lan Ze became deeper and deeper, and she could hardly say a word.

Unexpectedly, the road was narrow, and they actually got one in the sword trial conference.

Shuyu also had a competition at the same time, so she didn't come to accompany her. When she got to the place where she was competing, she couldn't help but frown.

This one was actually set up on the highest platform among all the test tables.

The North Punishment Mountain is already towering into the clouds, and the sword platform also belongs to the relatively high location in the North Punishment, this platform is almost not in the clouds, but the height makes people feel frightened.

Qing Huan took the lead on the high platform, looking down on the black crowd on the distant ground. She somewhat knew that she and Lan Ze were both popular disciples to bet on, so there were bound to be a lot of people watching this one. Just the identities of the two, it is very interesting, the eldest daughter of the Lan Mansion of the Jianghu family, the little apprentice of the lord of the Northern Punishment. Besides, I don't know who leaked the news that the two had a vendetta, so the gossipy people gathered in the audience, waiting to see this good show.

Surrounded by a group of people, Lan Ze also performed light skills and flew onto the high platform.

Lan Ze, who is in her twenties, is in her prime, with a flamboyant personality, and her every move is naturally arrogant.

"Little cripple." Lan Ze smiled lightly, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and weighed it in his hand.

"Lan Ze, don't compare me with the children of the past again, otherwise, you will regret it." Qing Huan pulled out the phoenix feather sword in his hand, which had been fought many times, and looked at Lan Ze coldly.

Lan Ze snorted disdainfully, and before the disciples who left the scene could strike the gong, he quickly swung his sword and attacked Qing Huan.

Lan Ze can pass the five-day competition here, and her strength should not be underestimated, she is not only practicing the Northern Punishment Swordsmanship, but also the swordsmanship of the Lan family, the two are skillfully integrated, the sword moves are treacherous and difficult to guess, and the first few moves, Qinghuan is a little wolf.

Lan Ze's figure flashed back and forth quickly, different from the ordinary Northern Punishment Sword Technique, so that people couldn't guess where she was going to step on next, Qinghuan held the Fengyu Sword, her brows were locked tightly, and the corners of her forehead were oozing with sweat.

But her hard training for so long is not without any results, her body has long cultivated a highly alert instinct, and every time Lan Ze attacks, she can completely rely on her body instinct to block it.

But she could only block, and she couldn't find time to attack.

Lan Ze sneered: "Heh! Little cripple, that's all you can do? “

The high-density sound of the two swords clashing continuously came in the air, and in the blink of an eye, ten sword moves passed, and the eyes of the people around them were wide-eyed, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

Pure sword moves, the advantages of Feng Yu Sword cannot be exerted, and she only relies on her own swordsmanship.

A cold voice suddenly flashed in his head:

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

"Look at me well, I remember the posture of my sword swing and the footwork under my feet."

"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. ”

Originated from this ...... Subject to this......

Qinghuan gritted his teeth, desperately imagining the graceful and neat movements of the Nanyang sword dance at the beginning, the light and thin blade pierced the delicate plum blossoms in an instant, and every qiē was like flowing water, calmly.

Light Huan concentrating, no longer messing around, steadily stepping on the six-step basic footwork, grabbing a gap in Lan Ze in a blink of an eye, and dwarf. Avoiding the long sword attacked by Lan Ze from above, the sharp phoenix feather sword slashed towards Lan Ze's waist, instantly breaking the pendant on Lan Ze's waist, and falling to the ground with a thud.

"Good! What a handsome move! The people around him applauded.

Lan Ze was annoyed and angry, and the pendant on his waist was actually broken, what did it look like!

Lan Ze shouted, performed light skills, rose up, and stabbed at Qinghuan's weak point, the right hand!

But Qinghuan made a move that she didn't expect - she actually turned the sword in her left hand and handed it to her right hand, and forcefully met her long sword, blocking this move.

How can it be...... Isn't her right hand useless?

Qing Huan exchanged the phoenix feather sword back and forth with his left and right hands, protecting his body tightly, and also caught a lot of Lan Ze's omissions, and almost called Qing Huan to stab him several times, and Lan Ze gradually fell into the disadvantage.

How is this possible! She didn't take this cripple seriously at all, and it was only the fifth day...... If they lose here, the Lan family's face will be lost!

Lan Ze's eyes were red, and he tried his best to attack Qing Huan as fast as he could, but Qing Huan took them one by one, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

Case...... As......

Lan Ze secretly held a handful of silver needles in his left hand, and threw them out while Qinghuan was not paying attention!

Qing Huan was taken aback, and hurriedly swung his sword to block the sudden hidden weapon, and the blade of the sword was raised, revealing the most vulnerable place where he had neglected to take precautions.

Lan Ze was eager to win, his eyes were red, and almost without thinking about it, he raised his sword and stabbed Qing Huan's chest.

With the faint sound of the blade cutting through the garment, the long sword "poof-" sank into the most fragile heart of the human body.

Blood gushed out, splashing Lan Ze's face.

The people around were suddenly startled and quiet.

Qinghuan felt as if her heart had been cut by something, and the pain made her almost unconscious. Her eyes widened, and she looked at the long sword that had submerged into her body in disbelief, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the crystal red phoenix feather sword.

"Ahh

Qinghuan's eyes seemed to have been gouged out of her soul, and her body was like a big bird that had been shot down, falling powerlessly from the towering platform. The long-haired clothes were swept up in the air at a terrifying angle by the hunting wind, and the blood that continued to gush out swirled and flew in the air, silently blending into the pure white clouds of the northern punishment sky.

On the high platform on the other side of the sword platform, which was almost the same height, a white man flew to the distant side with the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye, he caught the falling Qinghuan.

Qing Huan's bloody appearance deeply pierced Nanyang's heart. Her light-colored eyes, which were like tea, seemed to be dyed red by the terrifying blood stains on Qinghuan's body.