Chapter 45: There is only one path to destiny
The spring breeze, which began to bring some warmth, blew across the peach tree, lifting the girl's skirt into a beautiful arc. Her beautiful, silky ponytails swayed gently in the wind.
The girl's eyes are very beautiful, layered like an exquisite crystal, making people want to look deeper into them, to see what is in the eyes of this beauty.
But there was no expression on that delicate face, let alone a smile.
Her neat eyelashes fluttered slightly, her small lips were pursed somewhat coldly, and her eyes swept across the courtyard, but she did not see the familiar figure.
"Taibu, who?"
An Ming blinked his eyes and thought that this sister was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and was simply a fairy in the book.
The girl rubbed her head and sighed helplessly. It seemed that she was too worried. Ever since she got the divination about the future in the Qiongguan Formation, her worries have become more and more serious.
She was unwilling to believe in divination because the future of people should not be determined by simple hexagrams, but the alliance has always relied on divination to move forward over the years, so how could it be completely unreasonable?
"You mean Master?"
"Master?"
There was a hint of surprise in those beautiful eyes. After all, this was Jingtian's courtyard, so naturally there would be no irrelevant people here.
She was only a few years away, so it wasn't to the point where she would go astray.
Fu Xuan re-examined the boy in front of him. The green jade on his waist was obviously made by Jingtian, so there was only one explanation...
"Are you my junior fellow apprentice?"
Peach blossoms fell on the lawn between the two of them, and Fu Xuan was not sure what complicated emotions were in his heart at the moment.
Master...he still believes that fate cannot be changed.
No wonder there were new variables in the divination a few days ago, and they seemed to be inextricably linked to her.
However, Fu Xuan did not understand the reason at that time. Now after meeting An Ming, he finally understood what the hexagram meant.
I didn't expect that decades after leaving Yuque, I would have a junior brother.
Fu Xuan blinked his beautiful eyes, but he could not find any trace of a fortune teller on An Ming. It couldn't be that the five-year-old child in front of him used the secrets of heaven to obscure his own destiny.
That is the only answer.
He is not a fortune teller. Not only that, he knows nothing about divination. He is just a complete warrior.
An Ming looked Fu Xuan up and down, muttering softly, "I thought the senior sister would be an old woman." After all, no one knew how old Jingtian himself was, so his disciple must be at least a hundred years old.
"Who are you calling an old woman?" Fu Xuan's eyebrows slightly bent, and he lightly flicked An Ming's forehead with his right hand wearing a silk glove.
An Ming pouted and said unconvincedly: "Grandma told me that the age of people in Xianzhou cannot be judged by appearance. A woman like Senior Sister must be an old lady of two or three hundred years old!"
"You...!" Fu Xuan raised his handsome eyebrows in a bad arc, picked up the wooden sword beside him and snorted: "I want to see why the master chose you."
Although she was not good at martial arts, it should be easy for her to deal with such a child.
As Fu Xuan was thinking this, the moment he raised his sword—a sharp sword aura rushed straight to his brows, and a violent gust of wind blew the peach blossoms all over the sky, like a pink rain, dripping down.
The wooden sword pointed directly at Fu Xuan's brow, and she didn't even have time to see the trajectory of the sword.
Fu Xuan pursed her lips. Even though she could easily dodge it by using divination, what difference would that make from her losing.
She really underestimated this junior fellow apprentice.
"Old lady, thank you."
An Ming put away the wooden sword with a smile. The sharp sword intent just now seemed like an illusion. Only the falling peach blossoms proved that it was not a dream.
A few pink peach blossoms fell in Fu Xuan's hair, making his cheeks look even more cool and charming.
Fu Xuan was not annoyed. When An Ming turned around, he raised the wooden sword and tapped his head gently, "Junior brother, call me Senior Sister."
"You...you have no moral principles!" An Ming covered his head, feeling very aggrieved. How come this senior sister is so beautiful but has such a vicious mind?
"I don't want to call you Senior Sister!"
"Ok?"
Fu Xuan raised the wooden sword and struck An Ming again. No matter how he dodged, he was always hit accurately. "Are you going to scream?"
Seeing this, An Ming ran to the side hall crying, "Master! This old woman is bullying me! What a scoundrel!"
“Hey, you!”
Fu Xuan originally wanted to say that you are just a child and you only know how to complain, but An Ming is really just a boy of five years old.
"Seeing that you two have such a good relationship, I feel relieved."
A familiar voice was heard, and Fu Xuan saw Jingtian's figure. He clenched his right fist slightly, but then slowly released it.
Jingtian smiled and nodded at Fu Xuan, "I thought you would never come back to Yuque again. It's been a long time since we last met, Fu Xuan." He rubbed the crying An Ming in his arms and said with a smile:
"Call Senior Sister."
"No."
An Ming pursed his lips and looked at Fu Xuan reluctantly, "Old woman!"
This time, before Fu Xuan could make a move, Jingtian knocked on An Ming's head with a magic fan in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What did I teach you normally?"
"Throw me to the red-haired cold brother to get beaten."
"..."
Jingtian felt a little embarrassed, but that was not his fault. After all, he was a fortune teller and had nothing to do with swords.
In the end, An Ming reluctantly saluted Fu Xuan.
"Hello, Senior Sister—"
He deliberately dragged out the sound, which made Fu Xuan's mouth curl up a little. For some reason, he felt a lot more favorable towards the junior brother in front of him.
"Well, I'll protect you from now on."
Fu Xuan hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out his hand and gently stroking An Ming's head. "I'm sorry for what happened just now. You won."
She was careless and underestimated her enemy. If she hadn't used divination, she would have lost long ago.
Jingtian looked at the two people getting along "harmoniously" and recalled the divination he had made when he had just accepted An Ming as his apprentice. He thought that there would probably be a lot of stories happening between these two apprentices of his in the future.
But in the end, it will be like a meteor connecting the universe -
Miss each other.
The breeze blew up the peach blossoms on the lawn. Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes reflected this beautiful scenery, but he was not in the mood to appreciate it.
"Master..."
She did not hesitate, but said seriously: "You also see the inevitable war in the future."
If there was no other way out, why would I choose such a future?
There is only one path to destiny... No matter how Fu Xuan recalculates, the result is the same ending.
The only difference is between a small sacrifice and a big sacrifice.
That's it.
Jingtian just looked at his wooden hand, smiled and said, "Everything is destined."
If you can't change it, go and witness the final outcome.
Then, don't have any regrets.
An Ming looked at the two of them in confusion, and murmured, "Father is right, the fortune tellers are all riddle tellers..."