Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

Dayan Qiongguan Formation.

Fu Xuan hung in the center with his eyes closed, the mysterious hexagrams surrounded him, and the Dharma Eye on his forehead was deep and full of wisdom.

The future that was originally covered by the fog suddenly became clear at this moment.

The master was right... There is only one way to destiny, but only by reaching the highest level of divination can one truly recognize such a truth.

What a cruel fate.

After accepting the Dharma Eye given by the Universal Heavenly Lord, the sensibility in Fu Xuan's eyes has been completely suppressed by reason. At this moment, she is the Grand Diviner that Luofu needs, not just Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan's eyes are shining with brilliant stars. Now she can see through the fog that was once unbreakable and dismantle the intricate cause and effect.

"An Ming..."

What will our future be like?

Fu Xuan will not be afraid. He obtained the Dharma Eye just for the arrival of this moment.

The Qiongguan formation slowly began to operate. Fu Xuan stretched out his right hand and touched the scattered purple light spots. Bits of memories echoed in it, condensing from the past to the future.

The fog gradually disappeared in the eyes of the Dharma, reflecting the future.

——It was a sharp sword light, bursting out with the power that penetrated the sky, and then suddenly fell down.

An Ming looked at her indifferently, and Wu Ye in his hand slashed down mercilessly. In an instant, the ground cracked and a crack across the jade palace appeared, and then it was split into two and completely cut off!

"Senior sister."

"Goodbye."

In the end, only a back figure was left for her.

The picture of the future was completely cut off. Fu Xuan knelt down in the center of the Qiongguan formation with his whole body powerless. The severe pain made his mind confused.

How could this happen...?

Will An Ming cut off the jade palace in the future?

Fu Xuan would not doubt the result of the divination, but this fate still made her feel heartbroken.

Even if she knew the future, how could she rewrite it?

"No, An Ming is not that kind of person!"

Fu Xuan covered her head and wanted to go to Yuque to find An Ming immediately, but the severe pain of the Dharma Eye on her forehead reminded her of the truth that could not be violated and never went wrong at any time-

There is only one way to fate.

No matter how she chooses, the ending cannot be changed.

"No...don't!"

Fu Xuan knelt on the ground in pain. Her emotions told her to believe in the little junior brother who had been with her for decades, but her reason asked her to believe in the future presented by fate.

"An Ming, I..."

A tear fell from the corner of Fu Xuan's eyes. The scene was so clear that she couldn't even find a reason to deceive herself.

Which side should she believe in, fate or everything she had experienced in the past?

From the beginning, Fu Xuan knew the difficulty of the choice, but she never thought it would be so cruel.

She got the Dharma Eye, not to succumb to fate!

Compared to the scene seen by the Dharma Eye, Fu Xuan chose to believe everything she saw and felt with her heart.

No matter how cruel the future is, she will embrace An Ming.

There is no reason, and I will never regret it!

Fu Xuan will not forget the original intention of this journey. The pain on his forehead is not to give up the future of being with An Ming for a lifetime, but to change the only path.

"Wait for me..."

Fu Xuan wiped the blood from the tip of his nose and continued to operate the Qiongguan formation regardless of his physical condition. If she could change the future by feeling such pain, she would be willing to do so!

She didn't want to watch fate take away important people again.

That would be a hundred or a thousand times more painful than what she was enduring at this moment!

"Xuan'er."

"I like you."

Fu Xuan put his hand on his chest, and his eyes once again recalled the things he had experienced with An Ming.

At that time, An Ming expressed his most sincere love to her, but she failed to respond.

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[At the age of 21, you started to forge Wuye again. Fortunately, the blade of Wuye was only broken. All you need to do is connect it, but the difficulty is far beyond your imagination]

"Boom!"

A violent explosion woke up Annie who was dozing at the door. Then, as if she had been used to it, she changed her posture and continued to doze off.

At first, she thought that An Ming was preparing to blast and escape from prison, or to make a feint to the east and attack the west, and sneak away while she went to check the situation.

But later she found out that An Ming was just forging the sword.

In other words, he blasted his master's courtyard about 70 or 80 times in three months. Fortunately, the peach tree was not implicated.

The walls at the head of the courtyard were blown into a black mass, which was simply unbearable to look at.

In the mist of the explosion, An Ming covered his mouth and coughed and ran out, thinking that it was fortunate that Wuye was hard and had survived so many bombardments without any damage. No wonder only the arrow from the Emperor Bow broke the blade.

The materials used to forge Wuye can almost be called top-notch.The forging skills of the craftsman at that time were also amazing.

An Ming just wanted to repair the two broken swords, but he couldn't do it. You can imagine how powerful the craftsman was.

"Ah."

"Isn't it that if there is too much iron, add fire, and if there is too much fire, add iron?"

An Ming sighed, feeling that if this continued, the small courtyard left by the master would become a ruins comparable to the ruins after the third Fengraomin War.

I'm afraid that the old man would jump out and use the magic fan to hit him hard a few times to vent his anger.

Forging a sword is much more difficult than imagined, and practicing sword is more suitable for him.

During the days of confinement, An Ming practiced swords besides forging swords, and at most cooked. Aini's cooking skills were really hard to praise, so he had to cook himself to make a living.

At first, she only made dinner for one person, until one day when Anni was guarding the door, her saliva almost flowed to An Ming's feet. He asked with a smile: "Do you want me to make one for you too?"

"Don't even think of bribing me!"

Anni refused righteously. The next day, she brought ingredients for two people, but she didn't dare to look An Ming in the eye.

After that, Anni ate with An Ming every day. Outsiders would probably think Anni was the imprisoned criminal, and An Ming was the cook responsible for cooking for her.

"Eh..."

"Why didn't your senior sister come to see you?"

After dinner one day, Anni asked with a evasive look, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

She was always full of heroism, but she was only weak in front of An Ming.

There was nothing she could do. She couldn't beat him. She was abused by him with a wooden sword in one hand every day. There was no dignity of guarding at all.

Aini often felt that she was the one being punished by the alliance, but it was not bad to think about it carefully, since the alliance gave her money anyway.

"I don't know."

An Ming's eyes darkened a little after hearing the word "senior sister". Fu Xuan hadn't even written a letter in these years, so it would be a lie to say that she didn't miss him.

Aini blinked her beautiful eyes and wanted to reach out to comfort An Ming, but she finally pulled back consciously.

How could she be qualified to do that?