Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"An Ming, do you know why I called you here?"

At the table.

Jing Yuan sat lazily opposite, while An Ming stared at the teacup in front of him silently.

He didn't like drinking, and Fu Xuan didn't like seeing him drinking, so he never drank again.

"The blood of abundance in my body."

"Well, since you know it, then it's easy," Jing Yuan has been quite familiar with An Ming over the years, not only because he is Yao Guang's half-apprentice, but also because he saw the shadow of an old friend in him.

For a sword user, once the sword heart is broken, it is difficult to reshape it.

His master once used his body as a sword and embarked on another path.

Jing Yuan couldn't point out the way for An Ming, and different people took different paths. Forcing instructions would hinder it.

Jing Tian had mentioned to An Ming more than once that the golden blood in his body was sealed. It was a blessing from abundance, but it had never shown its characteristics-

At least before the third battle of the people of abundance, it had never shown.

There is no doubt that even if An Ming was gifted, it would be impossible for him to survive the might of the Emperor Bow.

That was a blow from the Star God.

An Ming was the only one who survived within a thousand miles, and all the others were just dust.

The secrets in An Ming's body were discovered by the Alliance in a very short time, and the top-secret documents about An Ming in Yuque were also handed over. They were the written records made when Jingtian first met An Ming.

There was a huge disagreement within the Alliance on how to deal with An Ming. He must be the Envoy of the Abundance because he had the golden blood of the ancestor of longevity and plague flowing in his body. No matter his identity, he must be executed immediately.

What's more, An Ming was just a short-lived species who came to Yuque because of the star core disaster, and he didn't have to follow the laws of the Alliance, so he should be executed.

But with the mediation of Generals Yaoguang and Jingyuan, the execution of An Ming was delayed again and again.

"Don't be so suspicious. An Ming killed tens of thousands of enemies in the battle of Fengraomin. Do you still think he is the minion of Shouwenhuozu?"

Jingyuan wrote to the alliance many times to plead for An Ming, and Yaoguang's response was simpler: "The alliance has no reason to execute Yunqi, unless An Ming falls into the devil's shadow."

Yaoguang wanted to add that whoever wants to touch An Ming is an enemy of Yuque.

That was the disciple entrusted to him by Jingtian before he died. How could he just watch him being executed by the alliance?

But in the end, he couldn't write that sentence.

Just because the order from the Marshal of the Xianzhou Alliance had been conveyed to all the Xianzhous-

So on this day, Jingyuan summoned An Ming here to announce the final result for him.

"Yuque Yunqi Anming, the sentence for you is."

"Permanent ban."

Jing Yuan took a deep look at Anming, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Anming just smiled calmly, "No."

He just stared at the teacup, feeling a little stuffy, wondering if it would be better to drink at this time?

Jing Yuan patted Anming's shoulder, and then left silently.

It was drizzling outside the window again, and the green cypress and pine trees were wet, reflecting the green raindrops.

[At the age of 19, the alliance finally sentenced Anming to be permanently banned in the Yuque Xianzhou, and sent Yunqi to imprison him, not allowed to go out at will]

Anming stood under the eaves without an umbrella, quietly watching the raindrops falling along the eaves, splashing circles of ripples in the puddles.

"Very bored?"

An Ming turned his head slightly and saw another person under the eaves gently holding up an oil-paper umbrella. Half of the black umbrella edge covered her face, revealing only the light red corners of her lips.

There were a few bright pinks in her black hair. The person stood beside her, but seemed to blend into the rain.

If An Ming hadn't been staring at her like this, he would probably doubt whether this was a dream.

"Wronged, lonely, sad, painful... But before, you should ask here," she stretched out her right hand, and her index finger fell on An Ming's chest, where the heart was.

"Heart?"

"No, it's the sword heart."

She handed over the oil-paper umbrella, and under the umbrella edge revealed a pair of clear and transparent black eyes like spring water after rain, in which you can vaguely see the truth and origin of everything in the world.

It was difficult for An Ming to describe the woman in front of him in words. The dark bamboo-colored long skirt was close to her body, as if she was not in the same space as this world.

Taking the umbrella, it was like a big dream.

When he woke up, there was no one in front of him.

"Reforge the sword heart."

"Then you can kill me."

An Ming recalled the last words the woman said to him. Could it be that the alliance did this not to punish him, but the opposite?

Not only can it stop those who still want to execute him, but it can also explain to everyone.

It just needs to let An Ming bear the false accusation. After all, the alliance will never allow the envoy of the ancestor of longevity and plague to be able to do it.It is a rule that has existed since ancient times to be active on the immortal boat.

An Ming already knew the identity of that person in her heart, but she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This person's strength is really unfathomable.

The handle of the oil-paper umbrella still retains some warmth, and the raindrops dripping from the eaves gradually slow down. An Ming walked out of the eaves and looked at the sky.

The rain stopped.

...

...

"Ridiculous!"

"I will definitely go to the alliance to ask for an explanation for you!"

Fu Xuan rarely loses her composure like this. If it weren't for An Ming holding her wrist, the newly promoted Luofu Taibu Lord would have gone to the alliance to make a scene.

"Sister Xuan'er, I'm fine."

"Even if this is the case... you shouldn't be wronged so much," Fu Xuan tried very hard not to let herself cry. She was really sad and disappointed.

It shouldn't be like this.

This is wrong!

Obviously everyone knows this, why do you have to pretend not to see it?

If possible, Fu Xuan would rather not have this so-called position of Grand Fortune Teller. At worst, she would leave the alliance with An Ming. The universe is so vast that there will always be a place for them.

But she can't do that.

Once she violates the judgment of the alliance, she will suffer unimaginable hunting and become a wanted criminal of the alliance.

The will of the hunting will hunt Feng Yao to the ends of the earth. By then, perhaps a general-level figure will come to execute An Ming in person.

Fu Xuan hates himself so much. He hates that he can't do anything, even can't protect his beloved.

"Don't show this expression, Xuan'er," An Ming reached out and wiped away the crystal tears from the corners of Fu Xuan's eyes, and said with a smile: "We can see each other again."

"We can see each other again...?"

Fu Xuan tightly grasped An Ming's sleeves, and her whole body lost strength. At this moment, she was like a helpless little girl, unable to change anything.

It's like this again, always like this, and can only watch fate become reality again and again.

If she could see further and improve her divination skills, would everything be able to change?

At this moment, Fu Xuan finally made up her mind.

No matter what the price - she didn't want to feel this powerless again.