I, Qinghuan

"Master?"

"Master!"

Nan Yang suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Yun Tang who was dissatisfied in the hall.

"Master, why are you in a daze? Can you lose your mind while teaching?" Yun Tang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had seen a lot of teachers teaching above and students distracted below, but she had never seen the teacher himself lose his mind while teaching. .

Bianzi, who was sitting next to Yuntang, yawned.

"Where did I just talk?" Nan Yang lowered her head and flipped through the book, but the book was messed up by the wind blowing from the window, and she couldn't find the place where she just stopped.

"Page [-] of "Tiangang Ten Square Formation", the judgment of the ten directions of life." Yuntang reminded.

Bianzi yawned again and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Oh... I'll look for it."

Nan Yang is not always so distracted, but in the past two days, she has always had a heavy thing in her mind, and she has to think about it when she eats and sleeps, and sometimes her thoughts are far away when she thinks about people.

Yuntang complained: "Fortunately, Junior Sister Qinghuan was sent to Hongfei Pavilion to study. If she followed you to study, she might still be able to do nothing after studying for another 20 years."

Bianzi murmured while squinting his eyes: "Don't worry, "Tiangang Ten Squares" is such a boring thing, Qing Huan will not listen carefully in Hongfei Pavilion, I am afraid that he is dozing off like me."

"Just be lazy, sooner or later you will fall into danger and regret not learning the formation properly!" Yun Tang pushed aside.

Nan Yang looked at the book, but couldn't read a single word.She simply closed the book and stood up: "Forget it, come here first today, you practice sword after class, I still have something to do."

She wanted to go to Jianjian Pond to have a look.

Tomorrow is Qing Huan's 16th birthday, and she hasn't thought about what birthday gift she should give her yet.It would be great if the sword, which had been forged for six years, could be completed.

As soon as she came out of the pavilion, the Beifei disciples who were near and far all knelt down and greeted her: "My lord."

She is also used to being worshiped by others. As a lord, it is common to be worshiped wherever she goes.

Came to Zhujianchi, opened the stone gate, and the scorching heat wave rushed towards our face.Rong Huai stood by the pool in a thin shirt, holding a book in one hand and rubbing his chin with the other, as if thinking about something.Hearing the noise behind him, he came back to his senses, and greeted Nan Yang with a smile: "You're here."

"My sword..."

"Okay, okay, I just knew that your sword, your sword, is your sword every time you open your mouth. For this sword, what do you think you have done to yourself?" Rong Huai said, Glancing at the scar on Nan Yang's left wrist when he was burnt while casting a sword, "However, don't get your hopes up too much. I think it will take more than a year for it to heal."

"Another year?"

Nan Yang was worried, and she had nothing to send.

"Why are you anxious? Qing Huan is only 15 years old. She is so young and her skill is so weak that even if the sword is forged, she won't be able to hold it." Rong Huai looked at Nan Yang's expression and thought it was a bit funny. Lord Master always treats people with indifference and indifference, but he has a lot of experience with her little apprentice. Every year when Qing Huan's birthday is approaching, Nan Yang will frown for several days, searching for a gift.

"Why don't you give her a pair of your calligraphy, your calligraphy is famous all over the world, and she will have a pair of it as a family heirloom."

"... She is still young, this is not very practical."

"Then...or if you let Hongfei Pavilion give her a day off and take her to have a good time, she will be very happy too."

"So... I think so too." Nan Yang nodded and accepted Rong Huai's suggestion.

Anyway, tomorrow is her birthday, so it should be okay to give her a holiday starting this afternoon.

Nan Yang bid farewell to Rong Huai and went directly to Hongfei Pavilion.

When she got there, Hongfei Pavilion was in class.Seeing her walk into the classroom, Ping Zilai hastily put down all the things in his hands after half of the lecture, and hurriedly knelt down to her, and all the disciples in the class also knelt down at the desks in a hurry.For a moment, there was a piece of white clothes on the ground, only in one corner, there was a young girl sleeping soundly on the table.

"The lord is here, do you have any orders?" Ping Zilai asked respectfully, lying on the ground.

Nan Yang's gaze was fixed on the sleeping girl in the corner, and she waved her hand to signal those who were kneeling to get up.Then with his hands behind his back, he walked towards that inconspicuous corner step by step.

The sunlight outside the window shone on the girl's soft face, and every eyebrow was clearly lined in the warm light.She rested her face on a book, opened her mouth a little, and drool flowed all over the book.

The corner of Nan Yang's mouth moved, as if he was smiling, but also as if he wasn't smiling.She stretched out her hand, pinched the girl's tender face, and called her softly: "Qing Huan."

Qing Huan opened her eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw Nan Yang's figure.She was so frightened that she quickly got up from the table, lifted up her robe and was about to kneel down: "Master..."

Nan Yang held her arm and didn't let her kneel down.Qing Huan's expression was still a little dazed, with a big red mark on half of his face, and a splotch of saliva at the corner of his mouth, shining brightly in the sun.

Nan Yang took out a handkerchief, gently covered the corners of Qing Huan's mouth, and wiped it clean for her.

Qing Huan didn't dare to move, she carefully looked into Nan Yang's eyes, she thought that her master would be angry when she caught her sleeping in class, but Nan Yang didn't seem to be annoyed, and her face was still expressionless.

After wiping, Nan Yang took Qing Huan's hand and led her straight to the door.

"Give her a day off."

When passing by Ping Zilai, a cold voice came.

Being held by Nan Yang's hand, Qing Huan was so happy that she became dizzy for a moment, and couldn't help but squeeze the back of Nan Yang's hand lightly.Nan Yang's hands are very soft, because she is the lord and doesn't need to do any work. The only place where there are calluses is the part where the outside of the index finger connects to the tiger's mouth. She has been practicing swords all year round, and she will have such thin calluses after practicing for a long time.Qing Huan likes to touch there very much, she likes to scratch the roughest place on Nan Yang's hands with her soft fingertips.

Nan Yang felt that Qing Huan was pinching herself. She didn't like such frivolous behavior, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't even let go of Qing Huan's hand because of it. She just asked: "Tomorrow is your birthday, do you have any questions?" Want something?"

"I like whatever Master gives me." Qing Huan said with a smile.

Nan Yang expected that she would say that.Qing Huan is always tolerant towards Nan Yang, she will return the right to choose all issues to Nan Yang, Nan Yang can choose whatever she chooses, she will accept whatever she chooses.

"I'll take you down the mountain for a day." Nan Yang said lightly, "However, we can't go too far, so let's take a stroll around the village at the foot of the mountain."

"Well, I've always wanted to go there and see."

Qing Huan really expressed her expectation with dignity.

"Tomorrow is your birthday, so I won't say anything about you this time," Nan Yang's cold voice sounded again, "But the next time I find you sleeping in class, I'm going to wear a ruler."

"understood."

Qing Huan pouted.She didn't believe that Master was really willing to beat her.

The Northern Punishment has never allowed underage disciples to go down the mountain. There are more than a dozen disciples stationed at the mountain gate all year round to guard it. Adult disciples who want to go down the mountain must also have a mission and hold the waist card given by the Lord to pass.Qing Huan was picked up by Nan Yang when she was young, and she has never been down the mountain, and even in her dreams, she wants to know what the rivers and lakes outside the North Penalty are like.Although I can't set foot in the Central Plains this time, it's pretty good to be able to go around the foot of the mountain.

The village at the foot of the mountain has been blessed by Beipu for many years, and they have the greatest kindness towards the Beipu disciples who come and go.Therefore, as soon as Nan Yang brought Qing Huan into the village, everyone in white clothes would bow their heads and say hello when they saw them.

It was in this small village that Nan Yang first met Qing Huan, who was beaten all over because of two steamed buns. She, who had always been unwilling to care about mundane affairs, took Xiao Qing Huan back to the North Penalty for the first time, and also received her She became her third apprentice.You must know that ordinary North Penalty disciples may not have the opportunity to be admitted to the Lord's sect for a lifetime, but Nan Yang broke his principles so easily and accepted Qing Huan's arrival.

Back to the hometown, Qing Huan has a little impression of the streets here.This village left her with bad memories, and she felt a little uncomfortable.But looking at Nan Yang beside her, she didn't say anything.

She didn't want to spoil Nan Yang's good mood.

"I have a thatched hut here," Nan Yang walked ahead, pointing in a direction with his chin, "Sometimes when I return to the mountain too late to go up the mountain, I will rest there for a night. Do you want to come with me?"

"Okay, I will go wherever Master goes."

Nan Yang smiled indistinctly.

Clingy little guy.

The thatched cottage has not been visited for a long time, and upon entering the house, a strong smell of dust hits the face.Qing Huan pulled Nan Yang out and asked her to sit on the stone steps outside: "Master, sit down for a while, I'll fetch water and clean up the house."

"Ah."

So Nan Yang sat there with peace of mind and waited for Qing Huan to clean up.She looked up at Qing Huan carrying a bucket in and out, and she didn't intend to help.It's not that she doesn't want to help, but that she doesn't have the concept of helping at all.In her world, labor tasks such as washing, cooking, and sweeping the floor have nothing to do with her as a lord.It shouldn't have mattered at all.

People in high positions are like this. They are used to being pampered and pampered, and they are full of extravagance in their bones.

Qing Huan finally wiped the house almost clean, her small face was covered with dust, and before she could dry off the water on her hands, she heard Nan Yang say, "I'm hungry."

Qing Huan immediately put down the basin, wiped the sweat from the side of her face with her shoulder: "I'll cook for you."

Nan Yang nodded: "Yes."

Qing Huan has always been good at cooking, and is especially good at sticking to Nanyang's taste.She knew that Nan Yang was addicted to sweets and had to eat sugar every day. If she didn't eat sugar today, then there must be a lot of sugar in the dishes she ate.Nan Yang's indifferent temperament has almost no likes and dislikes. The only thing he likes is to eat some sweets, and of course Qing Huan takes it to heart.

"I'll go buy some food." Qing Huan put down her sleeves, "I looked at the stove, but there's nothing there."

It's strange if there is something, Nan Yang usually doesn't cook by himself.

"I'll go shopping with you." Nan Yang stood up from the wooden bench that had been polished brightly by Qing Huan.

"Okay," Qing Huan would never refuse Nan Yang's request, "Master, pay me, I'm poor."

Nan Yang glanced at her coldly.

No matter how poor, she gave her a big bag of silver every month.Hongfei Pavilion is all the children of famous families, so money is naturally indispensable in their pockets. Qinghuan is an orphan. Nan Yang feared that she would be discriminated against among his disciples, so he gave her a lot of money without hesitation.She didn't want Qinghuan to stand upright in front of other people.

How much did she pay her?If the money is taken out alone, another sect can be created.If she calls poor again, there will be no rich people in Beifei.

What Nan Yang didn't know was that every time Qing Huan received the money, he would secretly send it back to Rongku Pavilion again.Over the years, it was basically the same bag of money that Nan Yang sent over and she sent back.She knows that Nanyang is not short of money, but she still wants to leave all the best to her master, even if it is redundant or unnecessary, she also wants to leave it all to her.

"What do you want to eat, master?" Qing Huan walked in front, tilting her head and thinking about the food she wanted to buy.

"Anything is fine." Nan Yang replied lightly.

"Okay, I'm looking to buy," Qing Huan pursed her lips for a while, then smiled again, "I have always cooked for Master, and my birthday is tomorrow, can Master cook for me as well, as a gift for me? birthday gift?"

"No." Nan Yang simply refused.

"I'll teach you." Qing Huan said softly.

"I don't want to learn."

There was no expression on Nan Yang's face.

Qing Huan hesitated to speak, and finally shut up, never mentioning this matter again.

That's right, Nan Yang's hand is used to hold a sword and write, so how could she have the heart to let such a beautiful hand touch the pots and pans and the dirty stove?

Qing Huan sighed silently in her heart.It's just that it's a pity that I don't have the chance to eat a meal cooked by Nan Yang in this life.