I Qinghuan gl

The night passed peacefully and peacefully.

It was already more than half of the day, and Qing Huan had already developed a good habit of getting up early in Hongfei Pavilion, except this time, she slept a little longer, but it was not too late when she woke up.

At least, Nanyang hasn't gotten up yet.

I don't know what happened after falling asleep last night. Originally, Nan Yang hugged her to sleep, but when she woke up, she somehow turned into hugging Nan Yang.The master may have fallen asleep, and instinctively wanted to get closer to her heater, so he formed the current posture.

Nan Yang, who was sleeping soundly, looked very quiet and docile, different from the restrained and reserved one when she was awake. She gently wrapped her arms around Qing Huan's waist, put her head on Qing Huan's shoulders, and her eyelashes trembled slightly with the even rhythm of breathing.The morning light came in, and even the tiny fluff on her face could be seen clearly. Her skin was like snow, her lips were cool and thin, and Qing Huan seemed to be imaginable. When the eyes opened slightly for a while, the clean pupils like tea .

This person is like a bit of ice and snow on the top of a mountain, if you hold her in your arms, you are afraid of melting her.

Qing Huan gently rubbed the tip of her nose against Nan Yang's neck, and sniffed the nice cold fragrance of plum blossoms on Nan Yang's body. She hadn't felt satisfied and warm like this for a long, long time.

Nan Yang tilted her head, her face just resting on the side of Qing Huan's side face, the trembling slender eyelashes stirred Qing Huan's skin, itching to the apex of her heart.

There is such a beautiful woman, who would not want to follow her for the rest of his life.

Qinghuan's love is difficult for her, and her love for Master has become stronger and stronger with time, which made her happy but also made her feel distressed because she couldn't get it.The person she loves the most is in her arms, but she doesn't belong to her.

A few soft murmurs came out of Nan Yang's throat, and he woke up leisurely, turning his head unconsciously, his soft lips gently brushing Qing Huan's side face.She frowned and opened her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"Good morning, Master." Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang nostalgicly, she really didn't want to let go for the rest of her life.

"Morning...Morning..." Nan Yang's consciousness was still hazy, and he squinted his eyes and looked around with some difficulty, looking a little confused.

Because they didn't know what happened last night, the positions of the two were reversed, and Qing Huan slept on the inside, while Nan Yang slept on the outside.

Qing Huan said softly: "Master...wake up..."

Nan Yang didn't realize that he slept on the outside, so he replied softly: "You get up first..."

Qing Huan raised her upper body slightly, looked around, and only stepped over Nan Yang lightly.

Because of the movement of her stepping over, her whole body was pressed against Nan Yang's body, the soft touch of her body came unsuspectingly, and her breath was so ambiguous that she almost couldn't hold on to the bed.

Because Qing Huan blocked the morning light directly above Nan Yang, Nan Yang's eyes were fully opened at this time, and he fixedly looked at Qing Huan.

The current posture is really ambiguous.

Qing Huan pressed her whole body on Nan Yang's body, met Nan Yang's light brown eyes, forgot what she was going to do for a moment, and just lay on Nan Yang's body in a daze, not daring to move.

Time stands still for a moment.

Suddenly, a drop of blood dripped onto Nan Yang's fair side face, and the hot temperature of the blood seemed to melt her cold cheeks.

Nan Yang woke up like a dream, his body trembled, his hand quickly touched the table beside him, and when he found the handkerchief, he pulled it over and covered Qing Huan's straight nose.

Qing Huan's face turned red, and she hurriedly pressed the handkerchief Nan Yang handed over, and hurriedly got off Nan Yang's body.Oh heaven and earth, why...she has a nosebleed again...

"Are you okay?" Nan Yang didn't care about the blood on his face, and hurriedly got up with his open skirt in his hands.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Qing Huan held her nose tightly, hurriedly put on her outer robe, and fled out of Nanyang's bedroom before she could tie it.

Before Nan Yang could react for a while, he touched his face with his hands, and looked down at the blood on his fingertips in a daze.

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ten days later.

The sword test meeting officially started.The disciples of Beifei and other sects entered the sword practice field and the sword discussion stage one after another. They stood still in front of the stage they wanted to see, and while discussing enthusiastically, they pointed at the two people who were about to compete on this stage.There is also a gangster who doesn't know which sect, taking advantage of the crowd, holds a box and asks everyone to bet on who will lose and who will win.The scene of the Sword Discourse Arena was unprecedentedly lively. It was worthy of being the grandest Jianghu event in Beijing.

People were still chatting noisily under the Sword Discourse Stage, Hong Shengyun and the three statues slowly climbed up to the high stage and sat down at the highest point.

Hong Shengyun said heavily with a thick voice mixed with internal energy: "Everyone—"

The sound was like an ancient bell, shaking people's eardrums to ring, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. Many people directly covered their ears, and all looked towards the highest point of the Sword Discourse Arena.

"It's the ten-year-old sword test meeting of Beifei, and I am very pleased to welcome you to visit me. I am very pleased to participate in this grand event. I also hope that all the disciples of Beifei who participated in the competition can participate in this month-long trial. In the sword competition, let's exchange martial arts as much as possible. Don't be eager to win for a while, and don't be eager to win and hurt your fellow disciples. I hope all the knights of the rivers and lakes can enjoy watching, and don't fight because of different ideas. Don't engage in indecent activities such as gambling The deity and the three deities will be here all the time in this sword trial meeting, if anything bad happens, please don't use unfair means to deal with it in private..."

"Don't...don't...don't...why don't you all? The sect master has so many regulations, and I don't know how many of them can abide by them." Shu Yu whispered to the disciples beside him. Like to complain.

"Okay, just listen carefully, there's so much nonsense." Qing Huan bumped Shu Yu's arm with a smile.

"Aren't I bored... Sister Yuntang and brother were sent to manage those people in the world, and there was no one there. If there are too many people, there will be more people who are busy... Hey, look, there is a box over there. He's betting on money! Wait, I'll make a bet for you, let's get lucky!" Shu Yu took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, and ran towards that person with a smile.

"It's really... the head of the sect said that gambling is not allowed, right? Did you hear it..." Qing Huan smiled, and looked towards the height of the Sword Discourse Arena.

Hong Shengyun sat at the highest place, upright and solemn.Where his position is slightly lower, the three chairs are spread out grandly. Yu Xiu is at the front, Rong Huai and Nan Yang are on the two sides. All three of them are wearing the official robes of the Northern Punisher, luxurious white material, and the Exquisite silver-gray cloud patterns are distributed, and exquisite silver ornaments, large and small, adorn the noble white clothes, like three gods, with solemn treasures.

Because it was a formal occasion, Nan Yang used a vermilion pen to trace the fiery red flowers between her eyebrows, which showed her identity, burning like a ball of flame between her eyebrows, making that face more delicate and cold.

No matter when, Master always looks so good-looking, so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off.

Shu Yu, who came back at some point, patted her on the shoulder suddenly: "Hey! You're back to your senses! ... The competition will start soon, and you still have the mind to stare blankly at the lord, don't worry, the person is there, you can't run away. "

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qing Huan lowered her head and touched the Feng Yu Sword in her hand.

"Look at you, your thoughts have already flown to the Sword Discourse Arena. Hey, come on, go to the stage where you are going to compete. I just went to see it. The stage is at least twenty feet above the ground!" Shu Yu Pushing Qing Huan, she walked towards the bustling crowd.

The one who had the first competition with Qing Huan, coincidentally, was her brother from the same school, Wen Jiang.

Wen Jiang saw the woman standing gracefully opposite him, smiled straightforwardly, and cupped his hands: "Junior Sister Qinghuan! Don't show mercy to senior brother."

Qing Huan drew out the Phoenix Feather Sword, stroked the golden phoenix totem on the sword lovingly with her fingertips, and said with a low smile: "Brother, don't worry."

Wen Jiang glanced at the bottom of the platform, there were all black heads, a group of people looked up and looked up, and disciples who were resting on the ups and downs around the platform also looked over, bearing the gaze of so many people for a while, It made him feel a little restrained: "Junior Sister Qinghuan, fight back, don't kick senior brother under the platform! Senior brother, I'm afraid of heights, and besides, if I'm so tall, I'll be crippled."

"Brother, don't worry." Qing Huan said lightly.

One of the disciples who was in charge of walking around knocked on the gong in the middle and shouted: "The competition has officially begun!" Then, as if afraid that the two of them would fight and hurt him, he quickly used lightness kung fu and flew down the high platform.

This table is only about the size of a room, flat and flat, without any obstacles, not even the guardrails around it, which makes people really feel insecure.

Qing Huan still knows Wen Jiang's kung fu, and she estimates that the fight will be over in no more than ten back and forth.

Wen Jiang raises the sword to initiate the move first, and with a little step on his feet, he swings the sword to attack Qing Huan.The first move, Qing Huan dodges very easily, and lightly lands five steps away from Wen Jiang.Wen Jiang turned around, swung the huge sword in his hand, and swept towards Qing Huan.

Wen Jiang's weapon is a very heavy giant sword. It stands to reason that one should find the flaws of this weapon and win with dexterity, and should not go head-to-head with this heavyweight weapon.However, Qing Huan tightened the Feng Yu Sword in her hand, and she wanted to go up to it.

The crystal red Phoenix Feather Sword slammed into the giant sword in Wen Jiang's hand. The huge vibration caused the two streams of true energy to meet, and almost shattered Qing Huan's tiger's mouth. The phoenix feather sword wiped the giant sword and scraped it with sparks all the way. The frenzied flow of zhenqi caused Qing Huan's long hair to dance, and the tail of her jet-black hair was entwined with the tip of the crystal red sword.

Wen Jiang didn't expect Qing Huan to accept this move, with an approving smile on the corner of his mouth, but his hands were not gentle at all. After this move, he turned around neatly, using enough energy to drop the giant sword .

Qing Huan gritted her teeth, the competition with Wen Jiang didn't involve using the sword moves that she practiced so much, she could only compete with force, the giant sword in his hand weighed [-] to [-] kilograms, she couldn't stand it just by pressing it down , not to mention that Wen Jiang's true energy was fully transported.

The phoenix feather sword in his hand seemed to be very excited for the upcoming trial, which caused the vibration of the flowing jade on Qing Huan's neck, and both the sword and the jade began to glow hot, bringing their master's fighting spirit .Qing Huan's dark jade-like eyes became sharper, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows seemed to be weeping blood. Her long hair was blown behind her, and was blown out of wanton beautiful shapes in the air by the winding fighting spirit.

Qing Huan clenched the Feng Yu sword tightly, and with a lot of skill, she met Wen Jiang's giant sword fiercely.

The moment the two swords touched, the zhenqi in the air twisted and made a deafening roar.For some reason, Nan Yang's face suddenly flashed across Qing Huan's mind.

Those light-colored eyes like green tea.

"Om-"

A crisp sound of metal breaking came through the air.

Wen Jiang's forehead was covered with sweat, his jaw dropped in shock, and he looked at the giant sword in his hand in disbelief.The huge sword blades all broke off, and half of the cut off blades flew out in a whirl, and were deeply nailed into the edge of the wooden table.

The Phoenix Feather Sword in Qing Huan's hand was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was still intact.

The people below the high platform suddenly became noisy as if they had exploded.

Wen Jiang said in shock: "You—! What kind of sword are you? Impossible, impossible!"

It was only three moves, and his sword was cut off directly? !

Qing Huan let out a long breath, and the left hand holding the sword kept shaking due to excessive force.Seeing this, Shu Yu under the stage flew onto the high platform and supported Qing Huan: "Are you okay?"

Qing Huan nodded, put the sword back into its sheath.The sharp sword body rubbed against the scabbard, making a slight metal friction sound, which made people inexplicably startled.

The disciple who beat the gong took the gong to the stage and knocked it hard: "Qing Huan vs. Wen Jiang——Qing Huan wins!"

Under the high platform, the Beifei disciples and people from the Jianghu cast admiring glances.In the competition just now, it took only a few blinks of an eye to cut off the opponent's weapon in such a short time. This rookie in the world has to be admired.

Sitting on a high place, Nan Yang just looked at Qing Huan indifferently, never leaving his eyes for a moment.