Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"Junior brother, why are you so depressed?"

"I didn't..."

"Oh?"

Fu Xuan grabbed An Ming's wrist and pulled him in front of him. His crystal-like eyes seemed to be able to see through all lies and falsehoods.

It was meaningless to lie to a fortune teller.

An Ming knew this, but even he himself didn't understand where his emotions came from, so how could he explain it to Fu Xuan.

He couldn't just say to her directly: "Sister, can you please stop talking to that general in the future? I don't like it."

This would definitely not work, not to mention that Sister and the general of Luofu were just having a normal conversation. Sister Xuan'er would definitely become the Grand Fortune Teller of Luofu in the future, so naturally she would have to deal with that general.

"I'm jealous."

"So cute."

A touching emotion flashed in Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, and she smiled and said, "If you don't want to, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Jealous?!" An Ming's cheeks turned red instantly, and he stepped back several steps to break free from Fu Xuan's hand, but he was afraid of hurting Fu Xuan.

"This feeling is called jealousy," Fu Xuan said in a playful tone, but his cheeks were honestly stained with a little blush, which was more beautiful than the sunset glow on the lake, making An Ming unable to look away.

"Xuan'er..." An Ming lowered her head, her ears reddened, and she paused for a long time before she finished the last word "sister."

"Stupid."

Fu Xuan stretched out her finger and poked An Ming's forehead, and raised a curve at the corner of her lips, "Sister is only your sister."

"Really?"

"When did sister lie to you?"

Fu Xuan realized at this time that An Ming had grown taller than her without knowing when, and the boy in her memory had grown into a reliable young man.

She had never noticed his handsome face and sword-like eyebrows before, after all, in Fu Xuan's impression, An Ming was just the little boy who chased her with a rattle and called her senior sister.

Since when did that junior brother become a boy?

Fu Xuan blinked, and then her cheeks turned red in an instant. Things that she had not paid attention to before, she now felt embarrassed when she recalled them.

Why didn't she notice it before?

Even deep breathing could not suppress the increasingly accelerated heartbeat. Fu Xuan no longer had the courage to look directly at An Ming, and a charming blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Sister Xuan'er?"

"It's getting late, Junior Brother, I'll take you to the room to rest first!"

Fu Xuan finished speaking in one breath, and then did not give An Ming a chance to ask, and took the lead in leading the way, without even noticing that he had turned the wrong way.

An Ming glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, thinking that the people of Luofu were different, and they were ready to go to bed in the afternoon.

Late at night, Fu Xuan was alone in the bedroom, tossing and turning, always unable to sleep. The complex emotions in her heart made her think of the time she spent with An Ming every time she closed her eyes.

She simply sat up and planned to open the window to breathe the air in the middle of the night. At most, she would analyze the hexagram, so that she could fall asleep soon.

In the courtyard, the young man held the sword and closed his eyes and held his breath. The bright moonlight and the wet dewdrops fell on the fine iron sword together.

Fu Xuan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming, but after thinking about it carefully, this is indeed what An Ming would do.

The bright moon outside the window is dazzling, and the boy stands with a sword.

The candlelight inside the window flickers, and the girl quietly watches the boy.

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Martial arts field.

Jing Yuan knew that Yao Guang had just accepted a new disciple, but he never thought that he was so young.

"How about I take charge today and choose a weapon for you?" Jing Yuan still had that lazy expression, smiling and pushing open the heavy warehouse door with one hand.

As a warehouse of the Cloud Cavalry Army, it is natural that all kinds of weapons are placed, and there are even magical weapons.

An Ming still has the small and exquisite wooden sword hanging on his waist. After entering the warehouse, he looked around in shock. What caught his eyes was simply a forest of weapons, which was dazzling.

"Take whatever you like. We are all Yunqi comrades, so don't be polite."

"Thank you, General, An Ming."

An Ming still had a good impression of Jing Yuan. This general was much easier to talk to than that cold man Yao Guang. He would just hang him up and beat him for a few days before they met.

First, he scanned all kinds of weapons except swords, and then chose the one that suited his heart best from the countless long swords.

Sometimes the best is not the most suitable, and weapons also pay attention to fate.

"General, is this also a sword?"

"Oh...?"

The eyes that had been squinting opened slowly, and Jing Yuan looked at An Ming with a lot of deep meaning in his eyes.

It was because the sword in An Ming's hand was too special, for him, it symbolizes an unforgettable past.

The sword body is completely black, and you can't even see the shape of the sword edge. The hilt is engraved with a deep dragon pattern. If it is placed together with a pile of firewood, it will probably be considered an ordinary firewood stick.

"This is an unfinished sword," Jing Yuan lowered his eyes slightly and raised them again. I don't know who he thought of through the sword, "The sword is called Wu Ye."

"Wu Ye?"

"Maybe it means that you can't touch the hilt at night."

Jing Yuan patted An Ming's shoulder and smiled, but there was a lot of nostalgia in his eyes, "This sword is destined to be with you, so I entrust it to you."

"I will definitely live up to the general's expectations!"

An Ming held Wu Ye lovingly, as if he had found a lover to accompany him for life. He even had an impulse to wrap the red rope around it, but in the end he forcibly restrained himself.

In the heart of the glass-like sword, there is always something more important than the sword.

"Since I'm here," Shi Huomeng swept across the ground, leaving a golden mark. The might displayed by Jing Yuan at this moment was undoubtedly the real Luofu General.

An Ming took a deep breath and raised Wu Ye solemnly, his eyes calm and firm.

"General, please teach me."

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"So, you don't care about your body?"

Fu Xuan applied the ointment bought by the alchemist to An Ming's back with some heartache, "General, you are really a fool, why are you so cruel."

"Hiss... I'm fine, I'm used to it."

An Ming grimaced in pain, but still smiled and said, "With Sister Xuan'er here, it's the best panacea."

"Oh?" Fu Xuan raised his right hand holding the ointment and smiled, "It seems that it doesn't hurt."

"Pah!"

"Ah——!"

The next moment, Fu Xuan's right hand fell hard, and An Ming's pig-killing screams suddenly broke out in the room for a long time.

"Senior sister, I was wrong."

"It's okay, Senior sister likes to hear it."

Fu Xuan showed a playful smile, and wiped away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead after confirming that the ointment was fully covered.