Chapter 46 Sister

"Brother, please don't miss me after I leave."

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

A man has ambitions to travel far and wide. One day he will become a cloud rider and return to his hometown.

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

"...Goodbye," An Ming said reluctantly, but he added in a low voice 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, all that remained in An Ming's vision was the determined back and the pink and white skirt swaying gently in the wind.

[When you were six years old, Fu Xuan never came to Yuque again. You were still being tortured by the red-haired cold man every day. Whenever you were about to give up, there seemed to be a voice in your heart telling you to stand up.]

"Master, old lady... Senior Sister's divination skills are comparable to yours, so why did she go to Luofu to be a mere fortune teller?"

"This is her fight back against fate."

Jingtian continued to wave 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, smiled with a row of neat teeth, and said: "I only believe in the sword in my hand."

“You kid…” Jingtian laughed and shook his head, “You are truly born with a swordsman’s heart.”

A layer of light gold flashed across 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, plague and disaster. This level of blessing is no less than that of a newborn envoy.

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

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

Yao Guang's initial proposal was to strangle An Ming completely in the cradle, with Jingtian, who was not noticed by heaven, taking action, so as to minimize the possibility of being noticed by the ancestor of longevity and plague.

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

The fairy boat soars high, and the cloud cavalry always wins.

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

Then he finally understood the meaning of the hexagram.

[At the age of seven, your swordsmanship has become more and more advanced, and your 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 eyes, as sharp as a sheathed blade, 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, with an incredibly heavy iron sword hanging around his waist. He looked around curiously.

Of course he had heard of General Rong Tao of Yuque. He was the strongest man in the fairy boat Yuque. It was said that a flaming long sword of his was enough to defeat thousands of troops.

"It seems that you are not only thinking about sword training."

“And candied haws.”

"..."

Jingtian was worried that An Ming would be kidnapped and sold for a candied haws one day. This child was good in other aspects except that he had no resistance to candied haws.

"coming."

High up in the hall, the red-haired man had his back to the two of them, holding in his hand a long sword that was more terrifying than a nightmare, and staring sharply at An Ming, as if he wanted to chop him off.

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

"An Ming."

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

"I want to become the strongest Cloud Rider!" An Ming did not avoid that gaze and subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword in nervousness.

"Even if no one recognizes your identity?"

"With a life span of just over a hundred years, is this even necessary?"

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

Draw your sword!

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

——A sword heart as clear as glass.

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

During these three years, An Ming never put down his sword even for a single day. Even when he was beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back, he never gave up. Yao Guang witnessed the birth of Jian Xin with his own eyes.

Time gives birth to everything, and An Ming’s sweat has never been in vain.

"From today on, you are Cloud Rider."

Yao Guang threw out the silver Cloud Riding Token, which drew a trail of light in the air and landed in An Ming's palm.

This year, An Ming became the youngest cloud rider of the Yuque Immortal Boat.

[At the age of eight, you have become accustomed to sparring with Yao Guang. The general of Yuque has also changed from his initial sitting posture to a more standard standing posture. Amidst the flashes of swords and shadows, the swordsman's heart continues to grow.]

[When you were nine years old, Jingtian began to teach you knowledge related to divination. Only then did you begin to miss Yaoguang’s kindness. Instead of learning this sleepy riddle knowledge, you would rather be beaten by Yaoguang until you can’t stand up.]

"grandmother!"

An Ming pushed open the wooden door suddenly and saw the old woman lying on the bed, still nodding weakly with gentle eyes. The Danshi beside her just shook her head slightly.

"Tomorrow..."

"Grandma is going to be reunited 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 it was your parents who bought a chance for an old woman like me to survive, 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. Hot tears flowed uncontrollably.

"When one dies of old age, the cause and effect are fulfilled."

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

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

There were light footsteps beside him, and Fu Xuan stood quietly beside An Ming, accompanying him silently.

As an immortal, she was not incapable of understanding life and death, but she still felt an untouchable thick barrier, an invisible barrier between the two of them.

"Sister."

"I have no relatives anymore."

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

Fu Xuan would rather An Ming was still the heartless and naughty child who called her an old woman, but she didn't want to see him being so pitiful.

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

The barrier gradually melted away, and An Ming finally let out a cry of pain while lying in Fu Xuan's arms, her hot tears soaking 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."