Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The white palm was placed between the ancient doors.

This door has not been opened for a long time, or in other words, only a very few people have the qualifications to enter the [Library].

As the Grand Diviner of Luofu, Fu Xuan naturally has the qualifications to enter it, but before that, she has not really made up her mind to cut off all the past.

The master took the fate of death for her.

An Ming's gentle eyes before leaving.

If her divination could be more accurate in those moments when she could choose, even if it was just a little bit, could it change the sad future?

In this way, the right choice can be made, and important people will not leave one after another.

Fu Xuan pushed open the ancient door, and there was no hesitation in her heart.

She didn't want to feel that kind of powerlessness again.

She wanted that fate to become the past under her feet.

At the end of the towering bookshelf stood the vicissitudes of the old man's back.

"What are you thinking about?"

The old man turned around with his cane. Although his eyes behind the sunglasses were dim, they seemed to contain the truth and wisdom of all things in the world.

"There is only one path to destiny. In this case, I must make the right choice at every moment of choice," Fu Xuan walked towards the old man at the end step by step.

The bookshelves on both sides were swallowed by the gorgeous Milky Way at some point. The library turned into a mysterious palace of the universe in an instant, and wisdom and knowledge became substance and flowed in it.

"There is no answer."

The old man paused his cane, "I can only give questions and eyes to see the questions."

"Then give me [Eyes]."

"Even if it is destined, I will find a turning point for change."

Fu Xuan is not afraid of pain. She has long felt the most painful thing in the world. The pain of being separated from her beloved by the sea of ​​stars and being unable to do anything far exceeds the limit of the body.

"As you wish."

The cane slightly touched the stars, and thousands of hexagrams shone in between, gathering into amethyst-like [eyes], slowly embedded in the center of Fu Xuan's forehead.

The intense pain made Fu Xuan groan in pain. This painful feeling will accompany her entire future, existing as an eternal torture device.

If this is the case... you can see your fate clearly.

She would rather bear it!

"Every drink and every bite is predestined."

"This is your destiny, to ascend the throne of Taibu."

She saw her young self, and her father and elders said in a glorious tone that this was a great blessing.

"I am Fu Xuan, and I greet the master Taibu."

She saw her first meeting with Jingtian, and the unremarkable man smiled and patted her head, and from that day on he became her master.

"Who do you say is an old woman!"

She saw An Ming, who was still a boy, crying and complaining to Jingtian.

He called her senior sister for the first time.

He dozed off while studying divination under the peach tree.

Every year they met.

He always left a bunch of the most precious candied haws for her.

The first time he called her Sister Xuan'er.

The first kiss in his own bedroom.

The promise to stay together for life under the snow.

"Xuan'er."

"I--"

Fu Xuan suddenly felt a headache, those important memories became blurred in the vortex, and the world in front of him seemed to become extremely clear.

The fog gradually dissipated, and there was no right or wrong in the multiple-choice questions. Now what appeared in Fu Xuan's eyes--

There was only one way.

The only right way.

"Is this your original intention to seek vision?" The old man seemed to have read a lot, "I saw your dreams."

"Those are not dreams."

The Dharma Eye on his forehead flashed with magnificent brilliance, and there was only clear rationality in Fu Xuan's eyes, "That was my past, which shaped everything about me."

There is only one way to fate.

Yes.

Fu Xuan finally understood what his master said. It turned out that there was only one path for fate.

How ridiculous, and...

How pathetic.

...

...

"Are you back?"

"Why is it you..."

"Why can't it be me?!"

Aini's pretty eyebrows were raised, and she said with a pout: "Even if we are old friends, I can't let you escape from prison casually. We agreed in advance that work is work, don't cause trouble for this girl."

"Here, your lunch."

An Ming sighed as he looked at the lunch that was hard to appetize.

Three days have passed since he returned to Yuque. Although he was said to be permanently confined, he was still in the original courtyard of Jingtian, but he couldn't travel at will.

The cloud rider who was in charge of watching over him was Aini. After not seeing him for a few years, she looked much more reliable.

"If you can't cook, just bring the ingredients next time."

"Are you going to poison me?"

"?"

An Ming stood up expressionlessly and punched the girl in the back of the head.Aini almost fell to the ground and fell asleep. Fortunately, An Ming did not use much force. She cried and recognized the fact that if An Ming wanted to "escape from prison", he would have left long ago.

"Oh, okay."

Aini pursed her lips and left the yard aggrievedly. For the first time, she questioned her own guarding job.

No, what did the general mean by asking her to be a guard?

When you think you are a waste, please look at Aini who is responsible for taking care of An Ming.jpg.

The peach tree in the yard is still full of vitality. It seems that someone often comes to water and take care of it.

An Ming looked at the broken Wuye and said sorry in his heart that he had wasted its will over the years.

Now there is enough time to forge Wuye again, and at the same time forge the broken sword heart.

[At the age of 20, An Ming began the first year of his permanent ban. Except for not being able to walk around in Yuque at will, nothing seemed to have changed]

[Yao Guang would still come to him for sparring. Seeing that Wu Ye still had no progress, he would also pass on some forging techniques and bring An Ming a mountain of various books]

[In the past, An Ming must have believed that youth had no price. The moment he turned the pages of a book, he would fall into a peaceful sleep like a baby, but now he can calm down and read the contents]

[The only difference is that Fu Xuan has never come to Yuque again]

Under the peach tree, An Ming held "Must-have for forging beginners - let your sword jump up and forge iron by itself after reading it!" in one hand, and held the wooden sword in the other hand, and easily resolved every attack of Annie with all her strength.

"7 minutes, why is it worse than yesterday."

An Ming frowned, closed the book in his hand and looked at Annie, who was panting and lying on the lawn without any image, looking at the sky and counting clouds. He felt helpless and funny.

Aini was like a salted fish, the kind that would not budge even if whipped to death.

"Forgive me... I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

"Actually, I'm the one who was permanently banned, right? I'm not crazy, hahaha! One sword light chills the nineteen continents!"

"......"

An Ming was silent as he watched Aini fall into madness. Could she have really gone crazy from practicing swordplay?