Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

In early summer, it was the day when An Ming left Luofu.

The cloud riders who were in charge of escorting him did not put shackles on him, but only said that it was the general's order.

An Ming did not see the disgust in the eyes of the two cloud riders as he had imagined, on the contrary, it was a kind of respect from the bottom of his heart.

The red maple leaves fell from a high place and landed lightly at An Ming's feet.

There were more people on both sides of the street than expected, and those strangers looked at him with eyes that An Ming could not understand.

Obviously... nothing could be changed.

He was just an ordinary cloud rider, and he just did what every cloud rider would do.

"Thank you!"

The girl in a light blue dress ran to An Ming breathlessly with flowers in her hands, and the green jade sign of Dan Ding Si Danshi was hung around her waist.

An Ming did not know her, and could not understand the gratitude in her eyes.

"Your body has preserved Yu Fei's jade sign, and there is a very precious message inside," the girl's eyes flashed with grief, but she still handed the bouquet in her hand to An Ming.

Yu Fei died behind An Ming, and the jade sign fell under An Ming, which was the only place where it could preserve its original shape under the residual power of the imperial bow.

"Thank you, An Ming."

"My name is Dan Shu. If there is a chance to see you again, please let me repay you."

Dan Shu knew that he could not delay any more time, bowed slightly with apology, and then turned and left.

An Ming looked down at the bouquet in his hand in a daze, and it seemed to be smiling at him.

He also saved something... Even if it was just a message, it was at least a comfort.

So, he understood those eyes.

Those passionate, warm, encouraging, reluctant... all of them, just because behind him, he remembered those who had passed away.

Suddenly, a distant flute sound came to my ears, which seemed to convey the thoughts for the deceased and also a blessing for someone.

Pale yellow maple leaves drifted from afar, and one after another star rafts were loaded with people's thoughts and nostalgia, heading for the future on the other side.

Crystal light spots fell like raindrops, sprinkled on An Ming's shoulders, warm and not even a little cold.

"Farewell - Cloud Rider An Ming!"

"The fairy boat soars, the cloud riders always win!"

"The fairy boat soars, the cloud riders always win--!"

I don't know where the sound came from, so the second and third sounds also sounded one after another, the earth-shaking sound resounded throughout Luofu, accompanied by the falling leaves drifting to the farther Yuque.

An Ming felt that the scenery in front of him was a little blurry, and it took a long time before he realized that it was tears that blurred his eyes.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Jing Yuan smiled at him, holding the Shihuo Mengshen, his eyes were not as lazy and casual as before, but extremely serious.

An Ming lowered his head, not wanting to be seen with tears in his eyes. He wiped away his tears and raised his head, smiling and said:

"The fairy boat soars, and the cloud rider always wins."

"Take care on the way."

Jing Yuan patted An Ming's shoulder and watched him walk into the star chariot, but his back was no longer lonely.

Carrying hope and people's thoughts, An Ming boarded the fairy boat back to Yuque to accept the judgment of the alliance.

Maple leaves fell from a high place, and the peach blossoms in the courtyard were still in full bloom.

Fu Xuan held the letter paper in his hand with red eyes, pursed his lips tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from falling.

He didn't go to see him off because he was afraid that he couldn't bear the longing and made some irrational actions, which would hurt An Ming instead.

Before leaving, An Ming combed her hair and finally looked at her with gentle eyes outside the door.

"Senior sister."

"I'm leaving."

It was like an ordinary outing. It seemed that it would not be long before her boy would appear in front of the window with a candied haws and scare her quietly.

But Fu Xuan knew that An Ming would never appear there again.

There was no boy practicing sword under the peach tree.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm really incompetent as a senior sister."

Crystal tears kept sliding down her cheeks. Fu Xuan knew that crying could not change anything. She should be strong at this time -

Only in this way can she change something when she sees An Ming next time.

But this time, let her cry for the last time.

Fu Xuan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Peach blossoms fell in the yard, and the pink and white petals were like the snow that day.

If they were drenched in the snow together in the future, they would grow old together in this life.

But there is still a second half to this poem.

If white hair can be replaced by snow, how can there be sad people in the world.

Fu Xuan looked at the direction where the star raft was going, that was the distant place where his beloved left.

The brilliance of the meteors after crossing each other gradually dissipated until they missed each other and went to a more distant future.

...

...

"Marshal."

"Well, sit down."

LongUnder the pavilion, the woman picked up the teacup by herself. The pink hair that swayed slightly in the wind was tied with a vermilion silk ribbon, and a dark green oil-paper umbrella hung diagonally at her waist.

Yaoguang was silent for a long time, but finally did not sit down.

"If Jingyuan wants to be held accountable, I will take full responsibility."

"What's wrong with you and Jingyuan?"

Hua's two fingers fell on the wall of the cup, and moved horizontally in front of Yaoguang without any force.

Yaoguang didn't understand what the person in front of him was thinking. It was Hua who ordered to ban An Ming permanently against all odds, and it was also Hua who did not stop the Yunqi from seeing An Ming off.

What is the Marshal's attitude towards An Ming?

Yaoguang is only good at fighting. As An Ming commented, the red-haired cold brother is not good at anything other than fighting.

It's just that when it comes to An Ming, Yaoguang showed an extremely tough attitude, and he was just short of pointing at the faces of those people and scolding them at the alliance headquarters.

Let An Ming be wronged? It doesn't make sense. How could this group of people who didn't participate in the war understand An Ming's contribution?

Blood of abundance? That kind of thing can be filled with the blood of the evil creatures of abundance!

Yaoguang also extremely hates the ancestor of plague, but this does not mean that An Ming should be executed. There is no necessary relationship between them.

"I am also quite proficient in hexagrams."

Hua looked at Yaoguang, "If I tell you that An Ming is indispensable in the future, what will you choose?"

Yaoguang fell into silence for a long time again, and sat down after a long sigh, "We naturally believe in the judgment of the marshal."

"Yeah."

"The alliance needs An Ming's sword heart."

Hua said calmly: "Only by reforging the sword heart can we cut off fate."

"Is this the real reason for the permanent ban?"

"No."

Hua's eyes showed deep meaning, as if they contained thousands of hexagrams and the universe, so profound that people would feel the pain of the soul just by looking at them.

"The reshaping of the sword heart has not yet begun."

"The true glass heart must be put to death--"

and reborn.

It is not that time yet.

Hua looked at the horizon, not knowing what she was looking at.

The deep red maple leaves fell on the table, bringing a hint of autumn.

She smiled silently.

An Ming, see you in the future.