Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"Junior brother, don't miss me after I leave."

"?"

An Ming felt that this senior sister was too narcissistic. Between the candied haws and the sword, which one is not worth missing more than her.

A man's ambition is to travel far and wide. One day he will become a cloud rider and return to his hometown.

Fu Xuan squatted down, and the tassels on the side of the hairpin swayed, the same pink as peach blossoms, "Junior brother, goodbye."

"...Goodbye," An Ming was a little reluctant, but he still whispered at the end: "Senior sister."

Fu Xuan showed a faint smile at the corner of his lips, and reached out to touch An Ming's head.

In the end, only the firm back remained in An Ming's vision, and the pink and white skirt swayed gently in the wind.

[At the age of six, Fu Xuan never came to Yuque again. You still repeat the same abuse every day under the knife of the red-haired cold man. Whenever you are about to give up, there seems to be a voice in your heart that asks you to stand up]

"Master, old lady... Senior sister can compare with you in divination, why does she go to Luofu to be a small divination official?"

"This is her fight back against fate."

Jingtian still shook the magic fan in his hand and said slowly: "Do you believe in fate?"

An Ming shook his head without hesitation, raised the iron sword in his arms, showed a row of neat teeth and smiled: "I only believe in the sword in my hand."

"You kid..." Jingtian laughed and shook his head, "You are really born with a sword heart."

A layer of light gold passed through Jingtian's eyes, and An Ming's body instantly became transparent, except for the hot golden blood flowing in the blood vessels that should have been transparent.

To call it a curse is to underestimate the ancestor of longevity and plague. This level of blessing is no less than that of a new envoy.

But for some reason, since the day Jingtian discovered it until now, the golden blood in An Ming's body has never had any effect.

An Ming grew up like a normal person, and there was no abnormality in his body. If he had to say it, it was only that his mind was extremely strong.

Yaoguang's initial proposal was to completely kill An Ming in the cradle, and let Jingtian, who was not noticed by the will of heaven, take action to minimize the possibility of being watched by the ancestors of longevity, plague and disaster.

Jingtian failed, and after seeing An Ming's eyes, he could no longer take action.

The immortal boat soared, and the cloud riders always won.

That sentence made Jingtian see the goodness of An Ming's existence, and also a person's future.

So he finally understood the meaning of the hexagram.

[At the age of seven, your swordsmanship has become more and more advanced, and the wooden sword has long been replaced by an iron sword. The unknown red-haired man finally put down the military book in his hand, and his sharp eyes, like a blade out of a sheath, looked at you for the first time]

"Master, isn't this the general's hall?"

An Ming held the wooden sword that he never let go of in both hands, and a heavy iron sword was hanging around his waist. He looked around curiously.

He had heard of General Rong Tao of Yuque. He was the strongest man in the fairy boat Yuque. It was rumored that a flaming long sword was enough to block thousands of troops.

"It seems that you are not only thinking about practicing swordsmanship."

"And candied haws."

"......"

Jingtian was worried that An Ming would be abducted and sold for a candied haws one day. This child was good in everything else, but he had no resistance to candied haws.

"Here we go."

High above the hall, the red-haired man turned his back to the two of them, holding the long sword that was more terrifying than a nightmare, and stared at An Ming with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to cut him off.

"General...?" An Ming opened his mouth and murmured, "No wonder you beat me so hard."

"An Ming."

Yao Guang walked down the steps holding the long sword, his eyes cold, "Are you willing to dedicate your life to the Immortal Boat?"

"I want to be the strongest cloud rider!" An Ming did not avoid that gaze, and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword in tension.

"Even if no one recognizes your identity?"

"With a life span of only a hundred years, you still have to do this?"

"Then I will use this mere hundred years to surpass a thousand years!" An Ming raised the wooden sword unwillingly, just like every day before.

Draw the sword!

Life is limited, but the way of the sword is endless.

——The sword heart as clear as glass.

Yaoguang rarely smiled, looked at Jingtian and said: "You are right, this kid is a good seedling."

In these three years, An Ming never put down his sword, even if he was beaten and couldn't fight back, he never gave up. Yaoguang witnessed the birth of the sword heart with his own eyes.

Time breeds everything, and An Ming's sweat has never been in vain.

"From today on, you are a cloud rider."

Yaoguang threw out the silver cloud rider token, which passed through the trajectory of light in the air and landed in Anming's palm.

This year, An Ming became the youngest cloud rider in Yuque Xianzhou.

[At the age of eight, you have become accustomed to sparring with Yaoguang, and this general of Yuque has also changed from the initial sitting posture to a more standard standing posture.[At the age of nine, Jingtian began to teach you about divination. You only began to miss Yaoguang's kindness at this time. Instead of learning these sleepy riddles, it is better to be beaten by Yaoguang and unable to stand up.]

"Grandma!"

An Ming pushed open the wooden door and saw the old woman nodding weakly with gentle eyes on the bed. The Danshi beside him just shook his head slightly.

"Tomorrow..."

"Grandma will reunite with your parents," the old woman smiled at this moment, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time, "That year, your parents exchanged a chance for me to live, and now I can finally..."

An Ming held the old woman's hand tightly. At this moment, he clearly felt that something had left him forever, and hot tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Dying of old age is also considered to be the end of cause and effect."

Jingtian patted An Ming's shoulder and said nothing more.

An Ming actually understood everything, but still couldn't accept it. When peach blossoms fell on her shoulders again, a new grave appeared in the courtyard.

Light footsteps fell beside her, and Fu Xuan stood quietly beside An Ming, silently accompanying him.

As an immortal, she was not incapable of understanding life and death, but she still felt a thick barrier that was difficult to touch, blocking the two of them invisibly.

"Senior sister."

"I have no relatives."

An Ming said this with a smile, and her red eyes made Fu Xuan even not know what to say.

Fu Xuan would rather An Ming was still the naughty child who called her an old woman without any heart, but she didn't want to see him so distressing.

She hugged An Ming tightly from behind and whispered, "I will always be your sister."

The barrier gradually melted away, and An Ming finally cried in pain in Fu Xuan's arms, and her hot tears soaked her cuffs.

"Thank you, Sister Xuan'er."

Fu Xuan rubbed An Ming's head and held him in his arms, "Sister won't tell Master, so... cry as much as you want now."