Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

[55 years old, since you recast Wuye and returned to Yuque, your swordsmanship has gradually recovered to perfection through continuous practice. You tied your long hair up and let it fall behind you, and practiced swordsmanship under the peach tree with Wuye slung across your waist]

[During this period, Fu Xuan often sat on the stone table beside you and watched you practice swordsmanship with gentle eyes. During the break, he brought you a pot of hot tea and talked to you about interesting things in Luofu, such as Qingque was almost forced by her mother to sign up for the Cloud Cavalry Army, saying that our daughter was born with a sword bone and would sooner or later become Luofu's Qing General]

[In the end, it was Fu Xuan who pulled Qingque back to the track of Taibusi Qingque was in tears. She couldn't imagine the miserable life of being unable to slack off after becoming a cloud rider. In order to repay the great master Taibu, every note she wrote for him from that day on was at least 800 words long.]

[Jingyuan would initially look at the notes written by Qingque with interest, but later he could basically abbreviate them as: too long, don't read them.]

"You should be described as a fairy, An Jianshou."

"Xuan'er, you are teasing me again."

An Ming slowly put away his sword, as if it was natural. Standing under the tree in a snow-white robe, he could not see a single flaw, as if he had merged with the world.

It was the inspiration given by that encounter with Hua that An Ming began to borrow the world, use the sky as a sword, and mobilize the power of Yuque.

Fu Xuan still looked like a girl, and time still passed by her like flowing water, but never left any trace.

An Ming's hair has turned white, and he has a bit of the charm of a Taoist priest. Over the years, there have been fewer voices opposing him becoming the Sword Master.

Perhaps those people also know that An Ming is just a short-lived species, unable to break through the shackles of life, and will one day be buried in the past with the flow of time.

The history of the Immortal Boat is long and long, how can a Sword Master who is only a hundred years old make waves?

Taking this opportunity, Hua began to lift the previous restrictions for An Ming in the alliance, and now he can move freely in Yuque.

An Ming knew that this was the best result. After the permanent ban ended, Yaoguang sent Hua's handwritten letter, which had no words in it, only a line of ink that contained thousands of sword intentions.

Only sword practitioners like An Ming can understand the meaning it wants to convey.

Those who don't want him to live think that An Ming has lost his threat now, Wu Ye hasn't shown its edge for too long, and too many people have forgotten the stunning sword light of Fang Hu Shi.

An Ming's aura is restrained now, like a sword that has returned to its sheath, waiting for the day when it will be unsheathed.

Fu Xuan leaned beside An Ming, looked up at the falling peach blossoms, and whispered: "Are you afraid?"

"As long as Xuan'er is here, I won't."

An Ming understood Fu Xuan's implication and held her slightly cold palm.

The warm wind brushed across her cheeks, and Fu Xuan leaned her head against An Ming's chest, muttering: "I have nightmares every day these days, dreaming of the ruthless mockery of fate."

She did get happiness, but she couldn't keep it.

In the most anxious night, Fu Xuan even thought about some taboos, but finally gave up.

She thought that An Ming should leave as a [person], not as some kind of immortal monster.

Luofu Taibu's husband was a hero who saved Fang Hu and the sword master of Yuque.

Fu Xuan could not tarnish those precious pasts, nor could he stop An Ming from getting old step by step.

She had never felt the passage of time so fast before. It was only a short moment for the Xianzhou people in just over fifty years, but it was already half of An Ming's life.

Every time she thought of this, Fu Xuan couldn't help but shed tears and buried her head in the pillow and cried silently.

Why was it so cruel to let her watch her beloved die with her own eyes, but nothing could be changed.

All Fu Xuan could do was cherish every day she spent with An Ming now, plain and happy, at worst... she would die after him.

"Xuan'er, my life has been long enough, and meeting you is the greatest happiness," An Ming liked to hold Fu Xuan's jade-like soft palm and warm it personally.

He was afraid that he could not give Fu Xuan a future, and almost ruined this love. It was Fu Xuan who resolutely expressed his feelings to him, so the two of them had such a happy life.

Whether it is fifty years or five hundred years, the length of time is meaningless. As long as you can meet Fu Xuan, you will not regret any path you take.

"Xuan'er, when you have time, let's go to the market in Yuque together."

"How can you not have time, idiot."

Fu Xuan lowered his eyes slightly and gently held his hand.

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[At the age of 71, the swordsman was able to glimpse a corner of fate. Since the recasting of Wu Ye, such a sign has followedAs time goes by, it becomes more and more obvious, and you gradually understand why the master was so calm before his death.

[You are all walking on the bright heavenly path]

In the Qiongguan formation.

Fu Xuan suddenly couldn't control his panic, and as a fortune teller, panic can represent many futures, and the one he least wants to see is naturally the disaster that is destined for the future.

"Damn it!" Fu Xuan closed his eyes tightly and mobilized the power of the Qiongguan formation with all his strength. The closer he was to that moment, the clearer the future he could see.

Deep purple lines outlined the magnificent lines of the Qiongguan formation, and Fu Xuan's figure gradually floated in it, and the light of the Dharma Eye on his forehead was like a meteor in the middle of the night.

Qingque outside the formation held his cheek and yawned wildly. Being called to the Qiongguan formation by the old man Taibu in the middle of the night, no one could bear it, not to mention that he had won the game of cards in his dream a second ago.

But she had never seen Master Fu Xuan so panicked, as if... he was about to lose something important.

"Qingque!"

"Go to the Shen Ce Mansion and find the signal transmitted by Yuque in the last 24 system hours, any signal!"

Fu Xuan's voice came from above, and Qingque also put away the sleepy look, touched the green long sword at his waist, and whispered: "It can only be related to Master."

"I'll go now!"

Qingque responded, and jumped onto the eaves with light steps. If it were in the past, this would never be thought of, but since the first time she was personally trained by Master more than 40 years ago, she has been whipped, and until today, Fu Xuan has asked her to practice sword while reading the hexagram book.

She just wanted to be a leisurely little fortune teller at first!

Qingque was a little tearful. Ever since she won the sword duel with the young genius Yan Qing, rumors of General Qing have begun to appear in Luofu.

Qingque is now worthy of the name of a hexagonal warrior. Fu Taibu personally instills hexagram knowledge above her, and An Jianshou personally teaches her how to use the sword below her.

Qingque even asked her mother: "Mom, do you think there is a possibility that I was picked up by you and brought home, and my real identity is the long-lost daughter of Luofu Taibu and Yuque Jianshou?"

Qingque's mother: "?"