North Penalty Mountain, Rong Ku Pavilion.

Bian Zi looked at the beggar lying on the bed staring at a pair of frightened eyes, carefully examined her injuries, the fifteen-year-old young face was a little unbearable, and sighed in a tone: "Master, she has frostbite and whiplash all over her body, and the muscles and bones of her right wrist are severely injured, and she has not been well conditioned at all for a year and a half. ”

Nan Yang walked a few steps to the inner room, and saw that the maid had prepared the hot soup, and then returned to the side: "She is still young, if she is properly conditioned, the regeneration of muscles and bones is not a problem." But as you can see, her right hand is almost broken, and I want to find a way to recover at most five, five, six, or six, but in any case, it is impossible to hold a pen and a sword in her right hand. ”

Bian Zi took advantage of Junyi's face to be surprised: "Master, the apprentice still doesn't understand, what are you doing when you pick up such a skinny monkey and come back?" ”

Nan Yang's gaze suddenly softened: "This time I went out to cultivate, and when I saw her on the way back, I brought her back to take care of her." I rarely go out and walk around, and when I meet, it's fate. ”

Bian Zi smiled and said, "Master is ready to accept this leather monkey as a little disciple?" Master is one of the three great masters of the Northern Punishment Palace, and ordinary disciples who are beginning to cultivate have to work hard in the sect for many years to show their edge, so that they can be selected by the master as a personal disciple. Now such a child picked up on the street, his qualifications are still mediocre, and his right hand is still crippled......"

Nan Yang squinted at him, and his voice was slow: "Zi Yan, if you don't return for the teacher in March, you have a lot of life." ”

Bian Zi smiled cheerfully while he was still young: "No, no, the master is too worried, so I'll just talk about it." Speaking of which, my sister and I didn't all come to the door after the master's fate. ”

“…… You help the child wash and clean it, the maid has no bottom to start, you know the severity, and you can take care of it. ”

Bian Zi took advantage of the words, and immediately without saying a word, he gently picked up the beggar who had been staring at the bed with round eyes, and put it into the hot water to remove the tattered clothes.

Nan Yang saw that this side was temporarily stable, so he brushed his sleeves away, wanting to go back to his dormitory and wash it well.

I didn't want to think that before I had time to step out of the threshold, I heard a wail from inside: "Master!! ”

Nan Yang's eyebrows twitched, and he turned around: "...... How? ”

Bian Zi took advantage of the fact that a pair of hands that rolled up his sleeves were still stained with wet bath soup, so he ran out with a red face and red ears, and said, "Master, then, that monkey is the mother's...... Oh no, that kid is a woman's ......! ”

"Hmm." Nan Yang raised his eyebrows.

Bian Zi waved his hands excitedly, and his handsome face was flushed: "Anyway, I am also a fifteen-year-old man, and now I actually let me see the monkey naked...... Master Zu has a spirit in heaven and will not forgive me! ”

Nan Yang was amused by his apprentice and smiled in his eyes, as if to comfort a child: "Okay, as for it, you go down." ”

Bian Zi took advantage of the muttering and retreated: "I'm a cultivator......"

Nanyang walked back to the bathtub, and the beggar was sitting in it at a loss, with an expression of not knowing what was happening, panicked and afraid. Her small body was skinny and scarred.

Is a girl so hard-working and tenacious? Nan Yang touched the top of the beggar's head, and the big moist eyes of the beggar were full of love. She carefully touched the beggar's stiff body and scooped up hot water and poured it on her.

The beggar was very dirty, and Nanyang had to use some tough measures. Even though there were still many injuries on the beggar's body, Nan Yang gritted his teeth and brushed them with a brush. Just brushed it, the beggar whimpered in pain, subconsciously clutched Nan Yang's cuffs tightly in his hand, and looked at Nan Yang pitifully with a pair of teary eyes.

Nan Yang looked at the little man in front of her, her eyes were full of imperceptible pity, but she was naturally cold and would not say anything more comforting, so she scooped the beggar out of the water and hugged her into her arms, completely ignoring wetting her robe. She stroked her skinny back as she gently brushed the dirt from her body with a brush.

"Your Excellency, why don't we come......" The maid on the side had never seen Nan Yang like this, and hurriedly asked.

"No need, she has a lot of injuries on her body, you don't know how heavy it should be, I will come in person to feel at ease." Nan Yang still gently hugged the beggar to clean her.

The beggar was still in pain, but she just grabbed Nan Yang's neckline with her little hands, as if grasping the only life-saving straw she could grasp in the world, and secretly rubbed her tears on Nan Yang's snow-white clothes, and kept whimpering in her throat.

This wash was washed from morning to dark, and Nanyang finally washed the little girl slowly. Nanyang himself had a slight cleanliness habit, so he changed a few buckets of water back and forth, washed from dark to dawn the next day, used various herbs, and washed until the beggar was like changing a layer of skin.

Nan Yang wiped the beggar dry with a soft blanket and wiped her immature face a little tiredly. This child's appearance is unexpectedly good-looking, with fine facial features, dark and clear eyebrows, a white little face with a lovely aura, and a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, which makes the eyes brighter and brighter like stars. It's just that it's too lacking in nutrition, and there is no baby fat that a child should have, and his chin is thin and pointy.

Nanyang carried her back to the bed and kept drugging her. The doctor who had been summoned from the pill shop earlier stood aside, watching Nan Yang gently finish taking the medicine for the trauma, and stepped forward to pick up the right hand tendon for the beggar. Nan Yang sat next to him, staring unblinkingly, his brows tightened.

The beggar howled loudly in pain and struggled violently, Nan Yang held her down, and kept whispering comforting words in his mouth, but it didn't work at all, so he had to click on her acupoint. Nan Yang looked at her clear black eyes in quiet pain, she couldn't even howl in pain, and her facial features were trembling. Her own heart tightened slightly, and she only clenched the beggar's left hand and handed her a few traces of true qi.

Another day passed after dark, and the doctor left after dark, during which the beggar fainted and woke up several times, and now he was lying on the bed and almost collapsed.

Nan Yang carefully placed the beggar's tightly wrapped right wrist, carefully covered the quilt, stuffed a stove in the beggar's hand, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the beggar was extremely tired and in pain, he was still staring at Nanyang at this time, and his eyelids were reluctant to blink. She didn't know what was going on, but she still knew that this person had been good to her and was someone she could trust. Seeing Nan Yang turn around and want to leave, the beggar hurriedly jumped up, the quilt and stove were all turned aside, she grabbed Nan Yang's sleeve in a hurry, and almost fell out of bed.

Nanyang reflexively caught the beggar and held it in his arms, and sighed leisurely: "My body is dirty, mud and water, you sleep obediently, I will come back after bathing." ”

The beggar didn't understand, but just wrapped his arms around Nanyang's neck tightly according to his heart, and let out a coquettish hum in his throat.

Nan Yang had no choice but to move a bench and sit on the edge of the bed, carefully put the beggar back on the bed, and clasped her wrist to secretly transmit some soothing true qi, so that she could fall asleep easily. It seems that she will not be able to leave until the child falls asleep.

"Master!" A beautiful girl in a green shirt who was about thirteen or fourteen years old suddenly pushed the door in, her eyebrows were full of worry, and her voice couldn't help but rise in tone, "Master, I only came back from the mountain in the afternoon, and I heard from Senior Brother that you have been busy here for two whole days without closing your eyes......"

"Silence." Nan Yang's tone was light, as if there was no big problem, but his tired eyes were already bloodshot.

Yun Tang looked at Master's rare tired look, and was so anxious that he died: "Master, you are tired like this...... Senior brother always drops the chain at a critical time! Why don't you come in here if you can't see things here, otherwise how can you make the master so tired that he won't come to dissuade him......"

Nan Yang glanced at his second disciple: "Silence." ”

Yun Tang was suddenly stuck, and stood helplessly with his mouth half open, but he didn't dare to say a word again.

"It's okay, I'm asleep." Nan Yang's face softened a little, let go of the wrist of the beggar who was sleeping with pink cheeks, and motioned for Yuntang to go out with her.

Heavy snow is still falling on the North Punishment Mountain, and the magnificent buildings are built here, and the layers of palace pavilions are complex and majestic, carved beams and painted buildings, like a fairy palace above the mortal world. This is the world's first place of cultivation on the rivers and lakes, which is famous all over the world - the North Punishment Palace.

The Northern Punishment Palace is now the twenty-seventh generation, and the head of the sect is the Daoist Sword Immortal who has lived for more than 200 years: Hong Shengyun. Cultivators who can cultivate the Tao will generally extend their lifespan by hundreds of years, and it is precisely for this reason that the number of disciples in the Northern Punishment Palace exceeds that of any sect in the rivers and lakes, and the number of people who pursue immortality is far more than those who seek the Dao. But the Northern Punishment Palace is only a cultivator and a sword, not a cultivator, and everyone understands that the things of ghosts and gods are respectable and unapproachable.

Hong Shengyun lived for more than 200 years, and only accepted three personal disciples: the eldest disciple Yu Xiu, the second disciple Rong Huai, and the third disciple Nanyang. The three of them got the true inheritance of the master, all of them were cultivated at the age of about twenty, and since then their stature and appearance have been fixed, and their skills and status are second only to the head, and they are the three masters of the town faction of the North Punishment Palace, and all the disciples in the sect must be honored with a "respect" when they see the three.

Hongshengyun no longer accepts disciples, so countless people want to worship under the three lords and become their personal disciples. However, the North Punishment Palace has strict rules for apprenticeship, and the most important thing is to live the eyes of the lord. Now, Nan Yang has lived for more than 100 years, and he only accepts the eldest disciple Bian Ziqian and the second disciple Yuntang.

Yun Tang looked at Nanyang's quiet and perfect side face in the heavy snow, and suddenly became distracted. When I saw Master a long time ago, it was this alluring face, and the passage of time did not leave a trace on her face. Nan Yang seems to always be the lonely beauty who is only about twenty years old, where can I see that she is more than 100 years old. Nanyang is now standing so quietly and uprightly with his back to him, like a green lotus blooming in the snow with extreme holiness, and just one back has a soul-grabbing charm.

"Master, who is asleep in the room?"

Nan Yang's light-colored condensing eyes looked at Yun Tang: "Zi didn't sue you?" ”

"Senior brother said that the master intends to take her as an apprentice." Yun Tang lowered his eyes.

"I've never said that." Nan Yang's face couldn't see the emotion, "That kid's right hand is gone, and he won't do anything under my door." After a while, when she is better, send her down the mountain. You personally go to choose a family to foster her, don't wronged her. ”

"Master, senior brother said that you once said that you had a fate with her, since this is the case, why not keep her?"

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, pondered for a while, and after several hesitations, he still shook his head: "I'll wait until she's in good health." ”

At this time, a maid hurriedly ran over, looking flustered but still respectful: "Your Excellency, that child is awake and making a lot of noise in the house, and it seems that he is looking for you." ”

When Nan Yang heard this, he immediately turned around and went back to the room with the maid, leaving Yuntang alone in the heavy snow. Yun Tang was stunned for a moment, and then left silently.

The beggar was being pressed the bed by several maids, her expression was unusually flustered, her mouth was making a voice that others couldn't understand, her thin and small body struggled desperately, and only after her eyes touched Nan Yang did she stop her movements stiffly.

Nan Yang's expression was not wavering, but her steps towards the beggar were obviously much faster than usual, and she saw that the beggar was struggling violently, blood was spilling from the thick bandage wrapped around her right wrist, and her beautiful eyebrows were wrinkled again. Waving the maid, Nan Yang sat on the edge of the bed and took the beggar into his arms, lowered his eyebrows and carefully picked up the beggar's right hand to check.

Since Nan Yang came in, the beggar has been staring at her closely, seeing Nan Yang hug her gently, her dark eyes have eased, looking at the snow-jade-like side face close at hand, the beggar grinned happily, relying on the beastly nature of the deep mountains for a long time, stretched out her pink tongue and licked it gently, and gently gnawed it with her sharp teeth, in order to express her love for Nan Yang.

The warm and wet slippery touch came from the side of the face, and the soft breath of the little girl also gently hit the face. Nan Yang's expression froze, his movements suddenly froze in mid-air, and he felt goosebumps all over his body stand up.

She is the dignified lord of the North Punishment Mountain, and since she was born, she was carried to the North Punishment Mountain by Hongshengyun and worshiped under the Hongshengyun Gate, so she has developed a temperament that is quiet and silent because of the cultivation of the Tao and the sword. Over the years, she has been cultivating on the North Punishment Mountain all the year round, and rarely stepping into the rivers and lakes is just to go to other monastic sects to practice with each other. Because his status is higher than that of others, he rarely has close contact with others, even his master and brother. It was the first time she had encountered such a direct lip and tongue touch.

Nanyang's side face was slightly red, and the redness spread all the way to her ears. She was not very adaptable, and wanted to push the beggar away, but because she was still holding the hand of the beggar who had removed half of the gauze, she could only continue to treat her wounds in silence.

The beggar no longer messed around, just rubbed his little head into Nanyang's shoulder socket, smelling the unique cool plum fragrance on the woman's body, so pleasant that his eyes were bent, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows seemed to be beating happily.

Nanyang had forgotten how he had fallen asleep, and had been cultivating for several nights, but when he returned to Beiyang, he was busy for two whole days, and his body was extremely tired. She was still carefully holding the beggar's right wrist in her hand when she fell asleep. The beggar saw that Nan Yang was quiet, and also got into Nan Yang's arms and found a comfortable position to close his eyes and fall asleep.