Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

Tips before watching: If there is backstabbing, it is completely normal; the time is confusing, please don't delve into it, it's Aha's fault.

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At the end of the dazzling white light, the outline of a human figure seemed to appear in a trance.

"I..."

An Ming really heard a strange voice, as if there was an invisible hand reaching out to him in the boring world woven by endless white.

The next moment, the violent white light swallowed up all his sight, and the dizziness that was almost accustomed to came as expected.

The strong vibration sound in the ear almost shattered An Ming's eardrum, and the smell of gunpowder filled the tip of his nose.

[At the age of one, you were born in the breeding chamber of the evacuation fleet. The old woman watched the new life through the transparent glass cabin, and her white hair covered her temples]

You didn't hear anything, only numb silence spread throughout the cabin, and people with numb faces trembled all over and huddled in the corner, with the same fear in their eyes.

"The Immortal Boat Alliance assures all refugees that the Alliance will properly connect the injured and provide shelter and food."

"The aftermath of the star core disaster is expected to spread within 7 system hours. Please board the ship and evacuate as soon as possible and go to the Alliance for shelter."

The broadcast in the ship kept repeating the same content.

The woman took out a damaged photo from her inner pocket. Everyone in the family photo was smiling, except for the baby in the arms of the couple who was crying.

"Tomorrow... will survive."

The old woman could not hide the sadness in her eyes, but she still looked at you with warm eyes.

The ship slowly started under violent vibrations, heading for an unknown world, just like your future.

[At the age of two, as a victim of the star core disaster, you and the old woman were transported to the Yuque Immortal Boat by the fleet. The temporary residence lacked the original warmth after all]

You always cried loudly and wanted to seek your parents' embrace, but people will grow up one day. Even if you are a child, you now know that no matter how much you cry, your parents will never come back.

The old woman always amuses you with a rattle tied with two red strings.

"Tomorrow, when you have someone worth spending your life with, give this red string..."

"Give it to her."

You reach out to touch the rattle, but it is always a little short and you still can't touch it.

The old woman smiles kindly and puts the rattle in your arms, just like she did for her daughter before.

[When you were three years old, the old woman made a small sword for you with peach wood. You waved the wooden sword in the yard in a very realistic way, with your favorite rattle on your waist]

One day, the old woman found a fortune teller to tell fortunes for you, but the fortune teller was sweating profusely and couldn't come to a conclusion for a long time.

The young fortune teller encountered the first failure in his fortune telling career. Your hexagram was covered by fog, and I'm afraid you can only get a glimpse of it through the formation.

【At the age of four, you are full of curiosity about this world. When you see a fortune teller passing by, you always wave to greet him. This is the most common scene in the Yuque Immortal Boat. Most of the stargazer families in the alliance are located here.】

That day, you followed the old woman and strolled around the market with a string of candied haws in your hand. A man in a Taoist robe stood beside you with a smile and stared at you.

You blinked your eyes and silently retracted the candied haws behind your back, baring your teeth and facing the man fiercely.

"All you get from [Ten Directions of Light Reflecting the Dharma Realm] will be verified," the man squatted in front of you, and his squinting eyes opened and revealed a bit of sharp light.

"Little guy, what's your name."

"An Ming..." You think the man doesn't look like a bad person. After hesitating for a moment, you took out the candied haws from your back, "Didn't your grandmother teach you not to eat other people's food when you are outside?"

The man didn't seem to expect such an answer. For a moment, the smile on his face became stronger, and his left hand hidden behind his back slightly closed the magic fan.

"My name is Jingtian, and I'm a fairly reliable fortune teller. Are you interested in learning fortune telling from me?"

"Dad told me that a man should be like Yunqi, fighting on the battlefield!"

You pulled out the peach wood sword from your waist, looking majestic like a general, "The fairy boat soars, and Yunqi always wins!"

Jingtian was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes immediately became gentle. He reached out and rubbed your head vigorously, "Are you interested in being my disciple?"

"No!"

"Dad said that fortune tellers are all women!"

"There are candied haws every day."

"Master! Accept your disciple's greetings!"

You turned around and knelt, your knees were so smooth that it seemed like there was no friction at all. When Jingtian saw it, he didn't know if he had made the wrong choice.

He laughed and shook the magic fan in his hand slightly, "From now on, you will be my second disciple."

"Second?"

"You have a senior sister."

...

...

"Jingtian."

"Why didn't you make a move?"

In the tea room, Jingtian raised his teacup calmly, "There is no reason."

The man reached out and grasped the green long sword standing beside him, "A few days ago, you mentioned to me the future revealed by the Ten Directions Light Reflecting the Dharma Realm."

"Do you also want to question the future presented by the Dharma Realm?"

"Yao Guang."

Jingtian put the magic fan on the table, and many thoughts flashed through his eyes, "The child said to me, the fairy boat is flying, and the cloud rider is always victorious."

"..." Yao Guang was silent for a long time, and finally the hand that fell on the hilt of the knife loosened and turned to hold the teacup, "How long can you do this as a fortune teller?"

"Who knows?"

Jingtian still smiled, the sun outside the window was warm, "So, I found an apprentice for you."

"You don't expect me, a fortune teller, to teach that child to play with the sword, right?"

"I knew..."

Yao Guang didn't refuse, "You know my vision. ”

Jingtian recalled the peach wood sword, and the hexagram that had not been solved at that time seemed to have an answer now.

“Is it night or dawn?”

...

This year was the moment when An Ming was closest to death.

Jingtian did not kill you in the end, but accepted you as his disciple.

[At the age of five, you became Jingtian’s disciple, but you rarely saw Jingtian himself. Instead, you were hung up and beaten with a knife by an unknown man with short red hair every day. Although you cried every day, you still persisted day after day.]

“Hu...”

Sweat beads fell from the corners of his forehead. An Ming took a deep breath and wanted to hold the wooden sword again, but his shaking hands made it difficult to hold the hilt.

The man under the tree held a knife in his left hand and a military book in his right hand. He sat down and said, “I’m so tired, ... On the lawn, he didn't even look at An Ming.

"That's all for today," Yao Guang closed the military book with one hand, looked towards the gate with a sense of something, and simply raised his long sword to sweep away a sharp gust of wind.

For a whole year, An Ming couldn't even move Yao Guang's butt a little bit, and there was no end to this strength.

Yao Guang left silently as usual, and An Ming finally lay down under the peach tree to rest.

The light and shadow under the tree were complicated, and the bright light spots hit the body and made it warm.

A pleasant but not greasy fragrance rushed into the nose, not like peach blossoms, but more elegant than peach blossoms.

"Have you seen Taibu?"

A strange voice came from above, with complex emotions hidden in the coldness.

The glass-like pink eyes were as clear as crystal, and the pink-haired girl appeared beside the tree at some point, and the swaying skirt was more gorgeous than peach blossoms.