Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The petals fell into the lake, creating ripples and blurring Fu Xuan's face.

That was a few years ago.

"Master Fu Xuan, are you going back to Yuque?"

Qingque used "return" instead of "go". In her impression, Fu Xuan would only smile from the bottom of his heart when he was in Yuque.

But since the death of his master, Fu Xuan has never been to Yuque again, not even once.

"Yeah."

Fu Xuan still remembered that the last time she went to Yuque was a long time ago. At that time, she held the final memorial service for An Ming under the peach tree. Since then, she has never returned to Yuque.

The small courtyard that has carried countless happy days and nights, and the peach tree that witnessed her and An Ming's acquaintance, acquaintance and love, will remain in Yuque forever.

Fu Xuan has always been a person who will do what he decides. After asking for leave, he went to Yuque alone.

The courtyard was still the same as before, and the outer eaves were cleaned very cleanly. Fu Xuan stood outside the gate and couldn't help but smile.

She had stood here before, and after a fierce psychological activity, she dared to walk in with the help of alcohol and officially confirmed her relationship with An Ming.

At that time, she was still afraid of fate, but fortunately, she didn't regret her choice at that time.

The gate was gently pushed open, and everything in the courtyard was the same as before. In a trance, Fu Xuan seemed to see the big red "囍" character posted on the window again.

In front of the peach tree, he saw a familiar figure again. Seeing her coming, he smiled and put down the sword in his hand, and then ran to hug her.

There was only a peach blossom in his palm.

All those illusions disappeared.

Fu Xuan laughed at himself, what? You still can't forget the past.

"I'm back."

She said softly.

Peach blossoms will always bloom on a warm day after early spring, even if things have changed, it will still be the same.

Fu Xuan walked through the bedroom, her white fingers touching the pillow on the bed, but what she saw was An Ming who was holding his chin and watching her practice divination after nightfall.

"Xuan'er, you've already asked for leave, why do you have to work so hard?"

"You, don't just think about me every day, at least practice well in the master's courtyard."

"This is my practice."

"Where are you... touching!"

Fu Xuan couldn't help but smile when she recalled the past. At that time, she would always punch An Ming unconscious at the head of the bed in shame and anger, but gently hug her lover in the middle of the night.

"An Ming, do you know?" Fu Xuan sat on the edge of the bed and murmured to herself in the air: "Recently, I have begun to be unable to suppress the demon body."

"But I haven't completed the last plan... For this reason, I can only seal my emotions."

In order to maintain rationality under the demon body and for the smooth progress of the plan, Fu Xuan must occupy the Dharma Eye in his mind and let reason and intelligence become the only emotions.

She came to say goodbye.

After sealing off her emotions, Fu Xuan was not sure that she would be able to recover completely, no... that was only for her.

She believed in An Ming, and the probability of divination had nothing to do with An Ming.

Because no matter when and where, An Ming would always save her.

Under the peach tree, Fu Xuan closed her eyes again, holding a seed tightly in her palm, which was the last thing she could leave behind.

The Dharma Eye shone with brilliance, gradually suppressing her emotions, as well as her violent demonic body. At this time, Fu Xuan would become the embodiment of absolute rationality.

After returning to Luofu, Qingque felt that Fu Xuan had changed.

"Master Fu Xuan, did you go to pay tribute to the master?"

"No."

Fu Xuan shook his head calmly, "Qingque, you are not in the Taibu Division at this time, and you will be punished to swing your sword a thousand times."

"I... I am worried about you."

"I don't need to worry."

"Master Fu Xuan..."

Qingque stared at Fu Xuan's departing back in a daze, feeling so lonely and so resolute.

Nothing has changed, but there are some unintentional changes, such as the new buds that grew outside the pavilion at some unknown time, breaking through the ground after a warm spring.

The new buds will grow into big trees and produce new peach blossoms.

In the distant Luofu, the first peach tree appeared.

Fu Xuan always drinks tea in the pavilion, but she doesn't know why her heart is always so painful. Reason tells her that this is just an insignificant emotional residue, but every inch of her body is uncontrollably sad.

The emotions of consciousness can be sealed, but what about the body? What about the love engraved in the soul's instinct?

Fu Xuan gently picked up a petal, and a little confusion appeared in her crystal-like beautiful eyes. It was so painful, why can't she forget it?

Why should we remember such a painful and sad past?

Perhaps the more painful it is, the more it shows the happiness in the past. The cold reality tells her that she can never go back to the past.

Fu Xuan doesn't like to drink, but she always pours a small cup of peach blossom tea on An Ming's memorial day.Brewing, wine does not intoxicate people, but people get drunk by themselves. In a trance, she once again returned to an ordinary afternoon in the past.

At that time, she thought it was ordinary, but now it is the happiness she can't even dream of.

The fog rose and the clouds dispersed.

Fu Xuan held the Wuming Sword, "You said that no fate can control me anymore."

The complex hexagrams were instantly reflected from the bottom of the lake, and the deep purple instantly covered the entire Taibusi, and the terrifying vision rushed straight into the sky.

The Wuming Sword was slowly pulled out, revealing its sharp edge.

Fu Xuan walked out of the pavilion step by step, looking directly at An Ming in the fog, and the two stood at the two ends of the bridge between the lakes.

Even the swimming koi pressed the mute button, and An Ming could only hear Fu Xuan's slight breathing.

"Xuan'er..."

Before An Ming finished speaking, a terrifying aura instantly approached his cheek, and Fu Xuan had no intention of holding back. The Wuming Sword stirred the entire formation, and thousands of hexagrams appeared on the tip of the sword like stars.

"I will reappear the Qiongguan formation at the bottom of this lake," Wuming Sword stuck Wu Ye in mid-air, but Fu Xuan still said calmly: "Use the hexagram as a sword and take advantage of the situation. This is God's will."

"Xuan'er, you still talk like a riddle."

Wu Ye turned downward, and the cold sword intent tore the complex hexagrams apart, and a strong gust of wind forced Fu Xuan back several steps, "But I like it."

An Ming took a step forward, holding Wu Ye in his right hand and constantly deflecting the Wuming Sword, while his left hand went forward and hugged Fu Xuan's slender waist.

"Xuan'er, don't forget who taught you swordsmanship."

"Do you seem very confident?"

Fu Xuan didn't care about the hand on his waist. He looked at An Ming who was close at hand and raised his lips slightly. The next moment, his right hand gently released the Wuming Sword and let it fall into the lake.

A sword caused a thousand waves.

In an instant, a hexagram that was far more complicated than before appeared at the bottom of the lake, and the lake water formed a suspended and substantial divination text in a complex sequence.

Under Fu Xuan's control, the divination text came from the air like a flying sword.

"Xuan'er, the welcome ceremony is almost over," An Ming embraced Fu Xuan in his arms and picked her up with one hand.

An Ming held Fu Xuan and spun in the lake. The girl's skirt fluttered like a gorgeous flower, and her hair painted a moving picture in the air.

Even the most experienced fantasy director would not be able to shoot such a wonderful shot. Everything was so natural and dreamy like a dream.

An Ming held Fu Xuan tightly and flew into the air, lifted Wu Ye in the air, and smashed the incantations that came like flying swords one by one, and at the same time escaped from the influence of the formation at the bottom of the lake.

A cold look flashed in Fu Xuan's eyes, and his right hand evoked a more complex hexagram in the air, connecting the formation in the center of the lake to enhance the power of the incantation.

But in the next moment - a strange and familiar feeling, Fu Xuan's eyes passed through a layer of mist, staring straight at An Ming in front of her, and her lips were being kissed tightly.

After a brief struggle with her right hand, the hexagram inevitably dimmed.

An Ming kissed Fu Xuan affectionately in the air, and his right hand holding Wu Ye was not idle, smashing all the remaining incantations into nothingness.

"Well...you!" Fu Xuan's eyes finally revealed a little shame and annoyance, perhaps because he hadn't been kissed for too long, his whole body lost strength, and he softened in An Ming's arms like a well-behaved kitten.

Fu Xuan was originally cold-hearted, and the only person he had ever been in love with in the past few hundred years was An Ming. But the problem was that it was unknown how long ago that he had been intimate with An Ming at a negative distance.

She was about to forget this bone-eroding feeling.

A blush crept up Fu Xuan's neck quietly, and his cold eyes were also stained with some affection at this moment.

"Xuan'er."

"I miss you."

"Heh... Who knows if you are thinking about that firefly."

Fu Xuan's cold tone finally showed some emotional fluctuations, and he no longer resisted in An Ming's arms, leaning his head on his chest, listening to the most beautiful sound in the world -

the beating of the heart.

It's great that he is still alive.

"I promise that I only have Xuan'er in my heart now."

"You are so smooth-talking."

"Whatever Xuan'er says is right, it's all my fault."

"Hmph... I haven't seen you for a long time, but you have become more thick-skinned," Fu Xuan said harshly, but the blush on his face lingered for a long time.

"It's all the good teaching of Master Taibu."

An Ming slowly landed in front of the pavilion while holding Fu Xuan. The agitated sword energy in the Taibu Division gradually calmed down, and the ripples on the lake were smoothed into small whirlpools.

Fu Xuan stepped back a few steps, stretched out his right hand towards the lake, and the Wuming Sword flew back to his palm like a swimming fish.

"More than ten years ago, I planted a peach tree," Fu Xuan lowered his head, stared at the water droplets on the Wuming Sword, and said softly, "But it has never bloomed."

An Ming looked at the corner next to the pavilion, where there was a peach tree, lush and dense.There was only green between the branches and leaves.

Fu Xuan walked to An Ming, reached out and stroked his face, and murmured, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, Xuan'er."

An Ming's lips were blocked by warmth again the next moment, and Fu Xuan stood on tiptoe and kissed An Ming affectionately.

When An Ming opened his eyes and looked at Fu Xuan, he was stunned. Crystal tears were falling from the corners of Fu Xuan's eyes, hanging into a series of crystal-like chains.

The coldness penetrated his chest-

An Ming lowered his head in a daze and saw the hilt of the sword that was immersed in his chest, with a familiar red rope hanging on it.

The sword tip protruded from the other end of the chest, stained with blood red.

It seemed that his consciousness was about to fall into darkness. Before that, An Ming saw Fu Xuan's calm eyes.

The magic circle, the lifeless sword, the divination text, the affection, the kiss, all of them were just to hide the final killing move.

The killing move called "love".

"I can't...lose you again."

Fu Xuan drew out the Wuming Sword indifferently, bringing out bright blood.

The deep purple instantly turned into a deep red.