Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

Thanks to An Ming's presence, Fu Xuan was able to have a long talk with Jing Tian again. Although the master and the apprentice had completely opposite views on fate, Fu Xuan's original intention was never to see the future of killing the master with his own hands.

She resisted fate and was unwilling to become a slave to fate.

There must be something that can change that tragic fate, otherwise... what is the meaning of everything that has happened during this period?

If you are destined to lose, it is better not to meet from the beginning.

Fu Xuan knew from the beginning that he could not persuade Jing Tian. As the Yuque Taibu, he must have a much farther future.

"Junior brother, I can't see through your future."

The pink peach blossoms fell on the clear stream and flowed along the stream to the unknown distance. The shoes were neatly placed beside the stream, and the two white feet were quietly placed in the flowing stream.

Fu Xuan looked up and stared at the sky, with nothing in his mind.

She was a little tired.

It's really hard to see through the truth of fate.

"Is the future so attractive?" An Ming stood under the peach tree and practiced sword as usual, petals fell wherever the sword passed.

Fu Xuan tilted his head slightly, a few peach blossoms fell between his pink hair, and his beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"Junior brother, if one day you and I are destined to separate, will you succumb to fate, or..."

"No."

"Eh...?"

"There won't be that day."

Under the tree, the boy looked at Fu Xuan with a serious look, "I won't let my sister leave me."

The peach blossoms floated in front of her eyes, briefly blocking Fu Xuan's sight. She vaguely realized something, so she raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes."

Fu Xuan walked out of the stream barefoot, stepped on the soft grass and walked to An Ming, "Wait until you are taller than your sister, then say such things, little one."

The long pink hair swayed in the breeze, bringing a pleasant fragrance.

An Ming stretched out his hand to indicate the height difference between him and Fu Xuan, and said with a pursed mouth: "Sister Xuan'er is bullying people, you immortals are all so shameless!"

"......"

Fu Xuan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and it was not until this moment that he realized the time that had passed between the two of them.

Her ten years were just a moment, but for An Ming, it was one-tenth of her life.

An unconcealable depression weighed on his heart, and Fu Xuan stared at An Ming in a daze. She always came to Yuque in the season when peach blossoms were in full bloom, but for An Ming, it was another year.

One day, An Ming would leave her.

Isn't this a destined fate?

"Junior brother."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing..."

Fu Xuan rubbed An Ming's head vigorously, with deep confusion in his eyes.

Master... Why did you accept An Ming as your apprentice?

[At the age of 11, Fu Xuan stayed in Yuque longer. He would ride the star raft from Luofu when the peach blossoms sprouted, and leave in midsummer]

[You learned from Fu Xuan that a small-scale war with the Buli people had occurred in the star field near Fanghu, and the Fengrao people had become particularly active recently]

[There was an endless stream of star rafts from Luofu to Fanghu, and you vaguely sensed the signal of the beginning of the war]

"Hey, have you heard?"

"What?"

"The Fengrao people are going to start another war."

In the martial arts arena, Aini said to An Ming mysteriously, with some worry between her eyebrows, "What do you think if it evolves into the third Fengrao people war? Now we can't get together the Yunshang Five Warriors again."

"There will always be someone to go," An Ming silently stared at the sword in his hand, "It has always been like this."

Times will shape heroes, and there will always be heroes who stand up.

Aini sighed, "Hey, you only have the sword in your eyes. You won't find a girlfriend if you're like this."

"?"

An Ming looked at Aini with a puzzled look, "I'm only 11."

Besides, practicing sword is more interesting, and it's the only pastime when Fu Xuan is not around.

Aini held her chin with her hand and felt helpless, "Wooden head, wooden head, you can't spend your whole life with the sword, don't you think about the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life?"

"It's too early for me."

For some reason, when I heard this, the figure under the peach tree appeared unconsciously in my mind.

An Ming raised the sword again and nodded slightly to Aini, "The break time is over, continue."

Aini had a bitter face and wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

The second most painful thing after becoming a cloud rider was practicing sword, and the most painful thing was practicing sword with An Ming. This man had no sympathy for women in his mind. As long as he held the sword, he only had opponents or enemies in his eyes.

[12 years old, Bu Liren mentioned in the alliance newsThe rate is getting higher and higher, and the trend of impending storm makes everyone feel like a stone is pressing on their hearts. Perhaps the war is really about to begin.

[Fu Xuan tells you that she can only get a glimpse of some vague influences even if she tries her best to predict. Only after the war really breaks out can she further sort out the elusive hexagrams.]

An Ming rarely sees Fu Xuan show that expression.

In his memory, Fu Xuan is proud, as confident and proud as a swan. He has never doubted his own divination skills. He is a natural talent destined to become the Grand Diviner since birth.

Fu Xuan, who is sitting by the window, is more like a confused girl at this time, with many worries flashing in her beautiful crystal-like eyes.

After the soft pink hair falls on the seat, the elegant tea fragrance fills the nose.

An Ming has never liked drinking tea. It is hot and troublesome. It is better to drink stream water directly.

Fu Xuan likes to quietly stare at the teacup, and his white fingertips gently stroke it to feel the temperature in it.

"Sister Xuan'er."

"Hmm?"

Fu Xuan was a little distracted. Seeing An Ming sitting upright opposite her, she couldn't help but smile a little, "You've grown up."

It's only been a few years, but An Ming has grown from a naughty kid to a handsome young man. The only thing that hasn't changed is his clear sword heart.

"Who won't grow up forever," An Ming stared at Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, "Could it be that sister wants me to be the kid who follows you forever?"

Fu Xuan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she whispered, "The art of divination is too profound, and I'm far from qualified now."

She wanted to see the future clearly so that she could protect the important people around her, instead of being tightly bound by fate and watching that moment come.

"I just hope you can grow up slowly."

"Give me some more time..."

The water in the teacup rippled slightly, dividing the face reflected in it into a blurred reflection.

"Sister Xuan'er."

"No matter what time, you are my sister."

An Ming's words made Fu Xuan slightly stunned, and then he lowered his head slightly, and a gentle smile was reflected in the already stable teacup.