Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

[At the age of 15, you have become a leader among the younger generation of Cloud Riders. Rumors are spreading that you are the next Sword Master of Yuque, but there are also more voices questioning whether it is really okay to give the honor of Sword Master to a mere short-lived species? ]

[Perhaps in hundreds of years, Yuque will have a legendary figure comparable to the Five Heroes on the Cloud. It will not be too late to decide on the Sword Master candidate by then]

[The fortune-telling families are stubbornly unwilling to let the short-lived species become the Sword Master. Even Yao Guang cannot push you aside and nominate you as the Sword Master candidate. In the end, it just ends in nothing]

"Ridiculous!"

The jade hand slammed hard on the table, shaking the tea set violently. Fu Xuan was rarely angry, and his handsome eyebrows were full of coldness.

"If my junior brother is not worthy of being the sword master, who else is?"

"I'll go and tell them!"

Fu Xuan was indignant and planned to return to the Fu family. As a family of astrologers in Yuque, they had a high voice, not to mention that the Fu family had a future Grand Master.

"Sister, no need!" An Ming gently grabbed Fu Xuan's arm and said with a smile: "I don't care."

Fu Xuan looked at An Ming with some heartache and murmured: "You are always like this..." Since losing his only relative at the age of nine, An Ming has become so sensible that it hurts.

Only in front of Fu Xuan would he reveal a little bit of his former mischievousness.

"I just want Sister Xuan'er to believe it."

An Ming never cared about other people's evaluations, good or bad, it had nothing to do with him after all.

He only cared about the evaluations of the people closest to him, and he only needed Fu Xuan's trust.

As long as Fu Xuan believed, he could do anything.

Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes flashed with tenderness, and she turned to hold An Ming's hand, "How can sister not trust brother, stupid."

"Yeah, I know."

"Sister Xuan'er has always been so gentle."

An Ming pushed the teacup in front of Fu Xuan and said with a smile: "Don't be so angry next time, it's not good for your health."

"It's because those guys always say bad things about you behind your back... When I become the Grand Diviner, I will put all those gossiping guys in jail."

As Fu Xuan spoke, he took a sip of tea, and his eyebrows slightly frowned, "It's so bitter...!"

"Uh... Didn't you say that the bitterer the tea, the more authentic it is?" An Ming said with a dry laugh. In fact, he never understood why his master and sister always drank that bitter tea.

Divination is hard enough, and even drinking tea is torturing yourself?

Fu Xuan lazily held his cheek with his right hand, "Junior brother, go get some sweet water for senior sister to try, the master's tea is too bitter."

At first, in order to maintain the image of a sister in front of An Ming, she drank bitter tea for several years. The more she drank, the more sad she became. Fu Xuan thought about all the unpleasant things he had encountered in his life, but none of them were as bitter as this tea.

Young An Ming stood in the kitchen, and for the first time, the omnipotent swordsmanship genius didn't know where to start.

Since sister Xuan'er said it was bitter, it should be sweeter.

Speaking of which...is there sweet tea?

First boil the tea, then add the sweet dates and chestnuts of Yuque, and finally add a little nectar, and the sweet and refreshing honey tea is ready.

Initially, An Ming actually wanted to throw the candied haws directly into the pot to boil a pot of sweet hawthorn tea, but he was afraid that Fu Xuan would kick him out of the room, so he honestly chose normal medicinal materials.

"Sister, sweet tea."

An Ming still felt that the name was a bit strange. Is this thing really related to tea?

Fu Xuan's small nose twitched slightly, and his beautiful eyes lit up with excitement. This joy turned into surprise after he took the first sip of the teacup.

"Junior brother, you are simply a genius."

"If I don't become a fortune teller one day, you and I will set up a stall in the market and sell this sweet tea!"

Fu Xuan didn't mind the heat. He carefully held the cup with both hands and drank it quickly. He blinked his cute eyes and handed the empty cup to An Ming.

"Junior brother..."

"Okay, okay, another cup."

"You, you, are you coaxing a child!"

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed, and he turned half of his body angrily, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the little sweet water. His body was very honest and took another cup to drink.

"Then, old woman?"

"I'll beat you to death!"

Fu Xuan punched An Ming on the head with a bad temper, but he didn't expect that the other party would stagger and fall to the ground. He immediately ran over with a worried look on his face.

The worry completely disappeared after seeing the smile on An Ming's face. It was also possible that a martial artist could be knocked down by a fortune teller. It was impossible.

"Okay, you dare to lie to me!" Fu Xuan snorted. After all, she also practiced martial arts occasionally, and fortune-telling could also enhance the spirit.Control of the body.

On this warm spring night, An Ming was kicked out of the room and prepared to sleep next to the peach tree for the whole night.

But in fact, less than half an hour later, Fu Xuan poked out half of his little face and laughed when he saw An Ming leaning against the tree pitifully.

An Ming suddenly felt a warm feeling in his daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Xuan's profile close at hand.

The thick quilt covered the two of them, and the bright moonlight shone on Fu Xuan's beautiful face. At this moment, he was so close that he could even count the number of eyelashes.

"Sister Xuan'er."

"Want to ask me why I came to you?"

"You are so beautiful."

"......"

Fu Xuan didn't say anything, but turned his face away with red ears.

She never expected to get such an answer, and for a moment she didn't know how to react.

The blushing cheeks were particularly attractive in the moonlight. Fu Xuan snorted, "I hope you can praise my divination."

"That... not as good as Master's."

"You idiot!"

The last image left in An Ming's vision was Fu Xuan's little pink fist.

Youth has no price. This time An Ming was really hit by a punch and fell asleep.

Before he fell into a coma, An Ming had only one thought, that is, the fist of the senior sister was so soft.

The next morning.

Fu Xuan was still as calm as ever, except that his cheeks were slightly flushed after seeing An Ming. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Sister, you must be very good at martial arts training."

"Stop flattering me."

Although Fu Xuan said this, he still smiled. "Junior brother, teach me the recipe of sweet water. I will suffer from insomnia if I don't drink it after returning to Luofu."

"As long as you want to drink it, I will go to Luofu to make it for you."

"Well... Speaking of which, you haven't been to Luofu yet."

Fu Xuan blinked and suddenly had a bold idea. "Junior brother, are you interested in going to Luofu?"

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