Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"I am Tingyun, the ferryman of Luofu Tianbosi. Thank you for your help. May I ask your name?"

"I am Xingzun, the world's best baseball bat master who can swallow mountains and seas and control the sea of ​​stars and rub qigong."

Xing had just finished speaking when the words of thanks to Tingyun got stuck in her throat. She could only smile awkwardly, "Your name... is really unique."

"This guy is Xing, I am March Seven, and this is Uncle Yang," March Seven said, glancing at An Ming, curling his lips and adding, "He is the succubus writer An Ming, so be careful not to offend him, otherwise you will be written as the heroine of a pornographic novel."

Tingyun: "?"

From the beginning, An Ming has been standing by and observing Teacher Huanlong's drama performance with interest. Just imitating Tingyun's personality can be called a vivid imitation. I'm afraid that only the closest people can see some clues.

But An Ming is a man who has read the script, more Elio than Elio, and he can't help but feel a little amused watching Huan Long at this moment.

If there is no Jianmu, I don't know how much strength Huan Long can still exert. I'm afraid that he can end the battle without even using the blood.

An Ming is a little eager to try, and intends to pretend that nothing has happened and walk to Ting Yun's ear, and whisper to her: "Long live Nanook" and don't know what kind of reaction she will have.

But in the direction that only An Ming can see, a deep purple sword intent flashed by, and the speed was so fast that even An Ming almost didn't notice it.

Only a true sword practitioner can perceive this flashing sword intent, and he needs to be extremely familiar with that sword intent.

That sword intent is An Ming's own, and the only people he has taught are Qingque and Fu Xuan. At this moment, Qingque is beside him, and some uncertainty and doubts flashed between his eyebrows, suspecting that it is just an illusion.

The only one left was Fu Xuan. An Ming took a few steps back and came behind everyone, intending to leave the team quietly.

"Master?"

"Hush."

An Ming used his eyes to signal Qingque not to make a sound, and his footsteps flickered lightly into the shadows.

Sanyueqi blinked. She had been paying attention to Anming with her peripheral vision since the beginning, so she naturally noticed his departure.

But thinking that Anming was like this when she was in Yaliluo, Sanyueqi just sighed helplessly and continued to pull Xing to let her introduce herself properly.

Qingque held the sword and looked up at the sky. She only felt that the weather was a little warmer. She couldn't help but think that the peach tree that had just been transplanted in the Taibusi courtyard should have flower buds.

There was only one thing in the whole Luofu that was worth Master's quick action, and Qingque knew it without thinking.

"Master, please don't let Master Fu Xuan down."

I also hope that Master's first seven days will not come so early. May the God of Jade bless Master's grave and let the grass grow slowly.

Qingque prayed for An Ming sincerely in his heart.

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...

The traces of sword intent were as obvious as a lighthouse to An Ming, not to mention that this sword intent came from the same source as him.

The sharp sword breath guided a hidden passage in the intricate Xingcha Sea, and judging from the traces, it was just cleared recently.

At the end of the road, someone An Ming did not expect appeared there.

"Please let me lead the way for you."

Tingyun took off the hood of his robe, revealing his face hidden inside. "You are just as the Grand Diviner said, you are not surprised."

"You are Tingyun..."

"It's the real deal."

Tingyun said softly, "You are a trustworthy person, so I will show my true face directly."

An Ming quickly figured out the whole story. From Fu Xuan's casual mention of "saving someone", it can be known that the person is Tingyun.

Wait... Where did Xuan'er get Tingyun out? The other party is Huanlong, the envoy of destruction... This is something that has not been explained in the game, and Fu Xuan has figured it out like this?

An Ming instinctively noticed something strange, but he would mention it after seeing Fu Xuan.

"Lead the way."

Tingyun is worthy of being a ferryman. He is very familiar with the route in the port. He easily bypassed all the cloud riders and the rich evil creatures and left Xingcha Sea from the corner exit.

After leaving the port, it was much more convenient. We followed the alley to the side door of Taibusi.

"You can just go in here."

"Climb in?"

"You can also go through the main door. Of course, in order to reduce meaningless exposure, it is best to climb over here directly."

Tingyun stood there and looked at Anming with a smile. There was something in his fox eyes that Anming could not understand for the time being.

But there was nothing to be afraid of... Anming walked directly over the wall and landed on the lawn opposite.

"Master Fu Xuan, I brought the person to you!"

Tingyun's voice came from outside the wall.But she didn't follow him in.

An Ming instinctively wanted to avoid it, and his sense of stealth was inexplicably bursting, but he thought carefully, this is Taibusi, Fu Xuan's territory, what is there to be afraid of?

Wait, it seems that this is the most frightening reason.

In the diffuse mist, the sound of koi swimming among lotus leaves can be heard faintly, and some familiar smells can be smelled.

"Why."

A flat voice came from the end of the mist, "Are you afraid too?"

A pretty figure sat in the pavilion, holding a teacup, and the Wuming Sword was placed on the table.

An Ming's response was equally simple. He held Wuye and slowly pulled it out. The sharp sword aura lifted the fog like a dragon soaring into the sky, and a straight and clear road was blasted out during the rolling——

The sword aura continued to move forward until it suddenly dissipated half an inch away from the forehead of the middle man, turning into a gentle wind.

Her pink eyes were as clear as crystal, and her long, smooth hair fell on the edge of the pavilion, with the end almost dipping into the lake.

Fu Xuan was not afraid of the sword's aura, and he never blinked, just staring at An Ming calmly. If he delved into those eyes, he would fall into endless mysteries and be swallowed up by the hexagram.

"Xuan'er, I'm here."

An Ming put away Wu Ye, and the dispersing mist formed a bridge. At the end of the long pavilion was the girl he had been thinking about day and night.

"You trespassed into the forbidden area and attacked Taibu," Fu Xuan drank the tea in one gulp, then held the Wuming Sword on the table, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"I would like to ask, where do you get your confidence from?"