Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The spring breeze, which was beginning to bring a little warmth, blew over the peach tree, raising the girl's skirt to a beautiful arc, and her silky and beautiful ponytails swayed gently in the wind.

The girl's eyes were beautiful, layered like a delicate crystal, making people want to look deeper into them, wanting to see what was in the eyes of this beauty.

But there was no expression on her delicate face, let alone a smile.

Her neat eyelashes fluttered slightly, her small lips pursed indifferently, and her eyes swept across the courtyard, but she never saw the familiar figure.

"Taibu, who?"

An Ming blinked his eyes, thinking that this sister was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, just like a fairy in the book.

The girl rubbed her head and sighed helplessly. It seemed that she was too concerned. Since she got the divination about the future in the Qiongguan formation, her worries in her heart have become more and more serious.

She didn't want to believe in divination because the future of people should not be determined by simple hexagrams, but the alliance has always relied on divination to move forward, so how could it be completely unreasonable.

"Are you talking about Master?"

"Master?"

A trace of surprise flashed in those beautiful eyes. After all, this is Jingtian's courtyard, and naturally there will be no irrelevant people.

She is only a few years away, so she is not to the extent of taking the wrong path.

Fu Xuan re-examined the boy in front of him. The green jade on his waist was obviously made by Jingtian, so there is only one explanation...

"Are you my junior brother?"

Peach blossoms fell on the lawn between the two of them. Fu Xuan didn't know what kind of complicated emotions he was feeling at the moment.

Master... Did he still believe that fate cannot be changed?

No wonder there were new variables in the divination a few days ago, and it was vaguely related to her.

But Fu Xuan didn't know the reason at that time. Now that he saw An Ming, he completely understood what the hexagram said.

I didn't expect that after leaving Yuque for decades, there would be a little apprentice brother.

Fu Xuan blinked his beautiful eyes, but he couldn't see any trace of a fortune teller from An Ming. It couldn't be that the five-year-old child in front of him used the secrets of heaven to cover up his own destiny.

That was the only answer.

He was not a fortune teller. Not only that, he knew nothing about fortune telling. He was a complete warrior.

An Ming looked at Fu Xuan back and forth, muttering softly: "I thought my senior sister would be an old woman." After all, Jingtian himself didn't know how old he was, and the apprentice was at least a hundred years old.

"Who do you say is an old woman!" Fu Xuan's eyebrows were slightly bent, and his right hand wearing a silk-like glove flicked lightly at An Ming's forehead.

An Ming pouted and said unconvincedly: "Grandma told me that people in Xianzhou cannot judge age by appearance. Senior sister must be an old woman of two or three hundred years old!"

"You...!" Fu Xuan raised her beautiful eyebrows in an unpleasant arc, picked up the wooden sword beside her and snorted: "I want to see why Master chose you."

Although she is not good at martial arts, it must be easy to deal with such a child.

Fu Xuan thought so, and the moment she raised the sword-a shrill sword breath rushed straight to her eyebrows, and the violent wind blew the peach blossoms all over the sky, like a pink rain, dripping down.

The wooden sword pointed directly at Fu Xuan's eyebrows, and she didn't even have time to see the trajectory of the sword.

Fu Xuan pursed her thin lips. Although she should be able to dodge easily by using the method of divination, what difference would that make her lose.

She really underestimated this little junior brother.

"Old woman, thank you."

An Ming smiled and put away the wooden sword. The sharp sword intent just now seemed like an illusion. Only the falling peach blossoms proved that it was not a dream.

A few pink peach blossoms fell between Fu Xuan's hair, making his cheeks even more cold and charming.

Fu Xuan was not annoyed. When An Ming turned around, he raised the wooden sword and tapped his head gently, "Junior brother, call me Senior Sister."

"You...you don't have martial ethics!" An Ming covered his head, feeling very wronged. How could this Senior Sister look so beautiful, but her mind was so vicious?

"I don't want to call you Senior Sister!"

"Hmm?"

Fu Xuan raised the wooden sword and hit An Ming again. No matter how he dodged, he was always hit accurately. "Are you going to scream?"

Seeing this, An Ming ran to the side hall crying, "Master! The old woman bullied me! You are a scoundrel!"

"Hey, you!"

Fu Xuan wanted to say that you are just a child who knows how to complain, but An Ming is really just a boy of five years old.

"Seeing that you have such a good relationship, I feel relieved."

A familiar voice came, and Fu Xuan saw Jingtian's figure, clenched his right fist slightly, but slowly loosened it.

Jingtian smiled and nodded at Fu Xuan, "I thought you would never return to Yuque again. It's been a long time since we last met, Fu Xuan,"He rubbed the crying An Ming in his arms and said with a smile:

"Call me Senior Sister."

"No."

An Ming pouted and looked at Fu Xuan reluctantly, "Old woman!"

This time, before Fu Xuan could make a move, Jingtian knocked An Ming's head with a magic fan in his hand, and said with a bit of a laugh: "How did I teach you on weekdays?"

"You threw me to the red-haired cold brother to get beaten."

"......"

Jingtian was a little embarrassed, but it was not his fault. After all, he was a fortune teller and had nothing to do with swords.

In the end, An Ming still saluted Fu Xuan reluctantly.

"Hello, Senior Sister--"

He deliberately dragged out the sound, which made Fu Xuan's mouth raise a little arc. For some reason, he looked at the little junior brother in front of him and liked him a lot.

"Well, I'll protect you from now on."

Fu Xuan hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out and gently stroking An Ming's head, "I'm sorry, you won just now."

She was careless and underestimated the enemy. If she hadn't used divination, she would have lost long ago.

Jingtian looked at the two people who were getting along "harmoniously" and recalled the divination when he had just accepted An Ming as his apprentice. There would probably be a lot of stories between his two apprentices in the future.

But in the end, they would be like shooting stars connecting between the universes-

missing each other.

The breeze lifted the peach blossoms on the lawn, and Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes reflected this beautiful scenery, but she didn't have the mood to appreciate it.

"Master..."

She didn't hesitate, but said seriously: "You also see the inevitable battle in the future."

If there was no way out, how could she choose such a future.

There is only one way to fate...No matter how Fu Xuan recalculates, the result is the same.

The only difference is the sacrifice of small and the sacrifice of large.

That's all.

Jingtian just looked at his wooden hand and said with a smile: "Everything is destined."

If you can't change it, go and witness the final outcome.

Then, don't leave any regrets.

An Ming looked at the two of them in confusion and murmured: "Father is right, the fortune tellers are all riddlers..."