Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"The Jade Palace was built on the sleeping evil beasts."

In the distant past when the immortal boat set sail, there were evil beasts from the original earth, which became part of the Jade Palace as the foundation.

That was the ninety-ninth day since Jingtian became the Grand Diviner. Yaoguang looked at the most talented Grand Diviner in the history of the Jade Palace, wondering what he was talking about.

Jingtian's eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through the original essence of the Jade Palace, which was also the duty of being a Grand Diviner.

But, this truth was too cruel, even Jingtian was confused.

In the unknown past, the Ten Directions Light Reflection Dharma Realm was built as a seal on the abyss of the Jade Palace. It was responsible for suppressing the evil beasts from the beginning of its birth, and the situation would not have been so serious.

But... the seeds of abundance took root and sprouted in the distant future.

It is now.

Yaoguang was the first to notice this change, which came from the instability of the seal, or perhaps the loss of the Kanyun Mirror, which made the Dharma Realm no longer have the energy to suppress the evil beasts.

But Fu Xuan saw a different picture.

That was a future beyond everyone's expectations - at some unknown time, the abundance had already invaded the seal, corroded the evil beast, and shaped it into the claws of abundance.

It was no wonder that the observation moment suffered such a strong backlash. The original level of the evil beast was infinitely close to the order, and it was even more difficult to estimate its threat after being contaminated by abundance.

"It must be killed immediately!" Fu Xuan made a choice in an instant. There was no time to hesitate. No one knew when the evil beast would break free from the last seal.

If it really waited until that moment, Yuque would probably suffer a catastrophe.

"......" Yaoguang stared at the long sword in his hand silently. His eyes had told Fu Xuan many facts. For example, the only person in the entire Xianzhou Alliance who could do this was the marshal himself.

And Emperor Gong Siming.

But that was no different from the ending of destruction, except that Emperor Gong destroyed Yuque himself.

Fu Xuan recalled that even if she had explored the end of the abyss where the evil beast was, it would have consumed a huge amount of mental energy, which was the foundation of the Jade Palace.

It was almost impossible to kill the evil beast without destroying the Jade Palace.

Moreover, it was unrealistic to be able to cut off the Jade Palace. The only way Yao Guang could think of was to continue to strengthen the seal or to personally ask the Marshal.

Yao Guang did not fail to write to Hua, but the other party's reply in the letter was just as simple.

[The time has not come yet, wait for the sword heart]

Speaking of the sword heart is naturally An Ming. Yao Guang certainly knows An Ming's talent best, but this is far from enough.

"The Marshal once mentioned An Ming in the letter."

"The Alliance banned An Ming, but still has to wait for his sword heart?!" Fu Xuan felt unbelievable, with a chill in his eyes, his right fist clenched tightly, and he even wanted to personally ask the Marshal why.

She couldn't understand, and couldn't understand, was this how the Alliance treated An Ming?

Yaoguang also thought it was absurd, but so what? It was the Marshal's order after all, and it was the best way to protect An Ming after weighing the pros and cons.

Just as everyone with a discerning eye knew who should be the Sword Master of Yuque, there were always obstacles.

All Yaoguang could do was to overcome all objections and win the title of Sword Master candidate for An Ming, and naturally he was the only candidate.

Want to be a new candidate? Then challenge An Ming, and you will be the Sword Master if you beat him.

Anyway, An Ming would not run away, but no one had challenged him in the past ten years.

It really took him only thirty years to make those who had practiced sword for more than three hundred years lose the courage to challenge, just like the peak of swordsmanship that could not be seen at the end.

Some people questioned his identity, some questioned that he was a short-lived species, and some questioned his rich bloodline.

——But no one questioned An Ming's sword.

He was under the peach tree in the courtyard, without any conditions, and everyone could question it.

An Ming became the only candidate for the Sword Master of Yuque. As long as he is still alive, there will be no new candidates in the future.

He will become the nameless Sword Master of Yuque. There is no one in the Sword Master position, but everyone knows who the Sword Master is.

"Fu Taibu, in your opinion, how long can this Dharma Realm last?"

"... less than three hundred years at most."

Fu Xuan gave a relatively conservative guess. In fact, it may last for five hundred years, but if there is no way to solve it, the problem will always be a problem.

For the people of the Immortal Boat, what is the difference between three hundred years and five hundred years? If it goes on like this, Yuque will be destroyed one day.

Is the only remaining Immortal Boat of the Alliance going to fall again?

"I am not forcing An Ming. If it really comes to that moment..." Yao Guang's eyes told Fu Xuan that he would stand at the forefront and bet everything on General Yuque.

Fu Xuan bit his lower lip lightly, said nothing, and just turned and left.

She was not againstYao Guang was angry, but felt unfair for An Ming.

An Ming had never betrayed the Alliance, but the Alliance had never believed in An Ming. How ironic that now they had to rely on An Ming's swordsmanship to kill the evil beast.

What on earth was the Marshal thinking?

It was already noon when Fu Xuan returned to the courtyard. The early spring afternoon was warm, and the birds perched on the branches fluttered their wings and jumped over the courtyard gate.

Smoke had risen from the courtyard. This was also Fu Xuan's suggestion. A few years ago, she said that they could cook outside when the weather got warmer.

An Ming soon built a stove outside obediently. Anyway, there was a forging furnace next door. This area had experienced years of bombardment during sword forging, and it was unexpectedly suitable for cooking.

"Are you back?"

"Hmm..."

Fu Xuan would not hide his thoughts in front of An Ming. He walked to his side sullenly and quietly held his free hand.

An Ming was putting the processed fish into the soup pot, and said with a smile: "Is it about me again?"

"Yeah."

"It's not good to pout, Xuan'er."

"Oh!"

Fu Xuan glared at An Ming unhappily, and the little script wanted to kick An Ming hard, but in the end he couldn't bear to kick, so he could only kick the grass to vent his anger.

After adding ginger and scallion, An Ming closed the lid of the pot, washed his hands and then hugged Fu Xuan.

"An Ming."

"Hmm?"

"Let's get married."

Fu Xuan took a deep breath, and her raised little face was full of seriousness. She was not joking.

An Ming's hand holding Fu Xuan trembled slightly, and then she hugged tighter, "Senior sister, you also know that I can't give you a future."

He is a short-lived species, and Fu Xuan is a long-lived species. A long time lies between the two.

One day, An Ming will grow old, but Fu Xuan will still be so young and dazzling, and he will have a bright future as the Grand Fortune Teller of Luofu.

He will become a handful of ashes under the peach tree, unable to witness the future of his beloved.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fragile butterfly. How could she not know that time is a problem that can never be avoided.