Nangong Yue shook the lunch box that she had been holding in her hand in front of him.

"Thank you, Master." Nangong Ling wiped his sore eyes overjoyed and forced his tears not to shed.

On this rainy night with heavy rain, only the master was worried about whether he was still hungry.

In an instant, all the grievances, depression, unwillingness and guilt surged up together. The master was still the same master, but he just let her down.

Seeing that Nangong Ling's tears finally couldn't help it, Nangong Yue sobbed in pain, and couldn't bear it. Regardless of the soaked clothes on his body, he gently put down the lunch box in his hand, opened his arms and hugged it in his arms.

"Master~" Nangong Ling cried like a child.

In front of outsiders, Nangong Ling, who has a high status, actually has a tragic past that is unknown to outsiders.

His parents were once a senior executive in the family. When he was going out with his former head of the family, he was suddenly attacked by a large group of demon sects.

In order to protect the evacuation of the head of the family, the two of them took the initiative to stay and fought with the disciples of the Demon Sect to death, and eventually died unfortunately.

When the disciples who were rushing to rescue discovered the bodies of the two, their hands were still tightly held together.

It was also from that time that their four-year-old child became orphans.

Although he inherited his parents' property and status, he received support from his family.

But he still lost the care of his parents' affection, and this incident had a great blow to Nangong Ling's childhood.

Without the care of his parents, Nangong Ling gradually became extreme and irritable. From the age of four, the most he did was to go to the training ground for his family disciples to practice swordsmanship and watch his disciples practice swordsmanship.

Although he could not even hold the sword at that time, the seeds of revenge had been planted in his tender heart.

He vowed to practice Nangong sword technique and to kill all the demon sects in the future to avenge his parents.

Many people in the family see him pitifully and take turns to take care of him. Nangong Ling can be regarded as growing up with a Chinese food in a hundred families.

This experience of living without a certainty has developed his humble and sensitive personality. When others place high hopes on him, he can only keep urging himself and carry all the pressure on his shoulders, because he does not want to disappoint anyone, nor does he want to lose anyone anymore.

However, the endless pressure and the belief that one cannot lose became his burden, and eventually distorted his swordsmanship and led him to the wrong path.

When Nangong Ling was six years old, he started practicing swords with his family of the same age, and began to show his talent far beyond ordinary people, and his training scores also improved by leaps and bounds.

The most outrageous thing is that his talent is not only the best among his peers, but also the hardest, and he can be said to have carried out the inclination to the extreme.

Every time he trains, he is always the first to arrive at the training ground and the last to leave. After the instructor assigns the task, he always practices more and stays on the training ground every day, and never goes there.

Never make friends or play, for him, swordsmanship is all.

When he was eight years old, he was attracted by Nangong Yue and accepted as his apprentice. His sword skills improved by leaps and bounds.

While his identity is more prominent, he is gradually named a genius in the family, sweeping all the younger generations and becoming a genuine senior brother.

After so many years of time and night together, Nangong Yue naturally understood his suffering, but this does not mean that what he did today can be forgiven unconditionally.

The reason why Nangong Yue just punched and kicked him was because she hoped that he could truly wake up. Some hatred might never be let go.

However, some expectations that should not be borne and the pressure of being a senior brother should have been abandoned long ago.

If Nangong Ling resented her for this, this would be a good thing.

Instead of hating those strong people who defeated him, they are afraid of the strong people, hate the injustice of the world, and therefore pessimistic and disgusted with the world, they can at least make him have a different view of the world.

Failure is not terrible. It is more terrible than failure to keep pace, resist failure and try hard to cover up, and is willing to fail to fail. These are even more terrible than failure itself.

If after this incident, Nangong Ling can truly let go of the pressure, practice swordsmanship no longer only pursues winning or losing, but pays more attention to things other than swordsmanship, then this trip to Jiangnan City is worth the trip.

The two diamonds are polished to each other, and only after they are worn off the edges and impurities will they gain a brilliant future.

"If you want to cry, just cry. Some things cannot be kept in your heart and vented. I hope you can truly reform yourself and not be charmed by hatred and win or lose." Nangong Yue changed her stern image just now and said in a gentle tone.

"Master" Nangong Ling hugged Nangong Yue and choked, unable to say anything.

A few minutes later, Nangong Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and let go of Nangong Yue and said, "I understand Master's good intentions. In the future, I will not be like a child who never grows up, because Master is jealous.

I will definitely train Nangong swordsmanship well in the future to protect my master. I hope to see more strong people in the future and enjoy the competition process, and no longer just pursue the results."

"My Xiaoling has grown up," Nangong Yue reached out and touched Nangong Ling's hair. "It's a great deal to know the mistake. I hope you can find your motivation to learn kendao again. Jiandao is never a hero by winning or losing. Knowing this, you have already made progress.

Of course, you still have to submit your review as usual, and you must apologize to Gu Shun. If your junior brother does not forgive you, you don’t need to ask for your sword.”

"I understand, Master. My disciple has something that I can't figure out. Why is my junior brother's sword technique so powerful? I used the human-sword unity state and used so many sword moves, but none of them were his opponent."

"This is talent. Although your junior brother is young, his ability to control sword skills and his sensitivity to actual combat are far beyond ordinary people.

Everyone has high and low talents, and the world has been unfair from the beginning. There are people outside of people and there are heavens outside of heaven. This is why everyone has to go out to explore the world and see the world.

Perhaps in this huge world, there are geniuses that are even stronger than your junior brother. Some things cannot be made up by hard work, but if you don’t work hard, the gap will only grow bigger and bigger. You can train well in the future and strive to defeat him one day.”

"I understand, I will definitely..." Before I finished speaking, Nangong Ling's vision began to blur, and his body staggered.

Nangong Yueyan quickly and held him in a hurry, "Okay, hurry up and go into the house and have some food first. After dinner, go back to the inn to change the wet clothes. If this continues, you will catch a cold."

"It's okay, I can do it alone, so don't bother Master to support me."

Nangong Ling said, pushing Nangong Yue's hand away, signaling him to leave by himself.

But as soon as he stepped forward without two steps, he felt dizzy and fainted on the ground in a confused state.

Seeing this, Nangong Yue hurriedly threw away the umbrella in her hand and stepped forward to help him up from the ground.

"Xiao Ling, Nangong Ling." She called out twice, but he did not respond at all.

Nangong Yue could feel that Nangong Ling was hot through her clothes. She hurriedly touched his forehead with her hand. Sure enough, he had a fever and was very hot.

"Wait, I'll take you to see the doctor." Nangong Yue put Nangong Ling's hand on her shoulder, quickly carried her back, and ran towards the Gu Mansion's clinic.

On the way, Nangong Ling's consciousness was still drowsy, but he kept shouting in an extremely slight voice over and over again: Master, I'm sorry.

This is what Nangong Ling can never forget even in his consciousness, and it is also what he wants to say to Nangong Ling the most.

The clinic has people on duty every night, so it is always open.

Not long after, Nangong Yue carried him into the clinic.
Chapter completed!