Chapter 48 The storm is coming
Thanks to An Ming's presence, Fu Xuan was able to have a long talk with Jingtian again. Although the master and disciple had completely opposite views on fate, Fu Xuan's original intention was never to see a future in which he would kill his master with his own hands.
She rebelled against fate and refused to be its slave.
There must be something that can change this tragic fate, otherwise...what is the meaning of everything I have experienced during this period?
If we are destined to lose, it is better not to meet in the first place.
Fu Xuan knew from the beginning that he could not persuade Jingtian. As the Grand Diviner of Yuque, the future he could see must be much more distant.
"Junior brother, I can't see through your future."
Pink peach blossoms fluttered and fell into the clear stream, flowing along the stream to the unknown distance. Shoes were neatly placed beside the stream, and two white little feet were quietly placed in the flowing stream.
Fu Xuan looked up and stared at the sky, with nothing in his mind.
She was a little tired.
Destiny is such a profound truth that it is really hard to see through it.
"Is the future such an attractive thing?" An Ming stood under the peach tree and practiced sword as usual. Flower petals fell wherever the sword passed.
Fu Xuan tilted his head slightly, a few peach blossoms fell between his pink hair, and his beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions.
"Junior brother, if one day you and I are destined to separate, will you succumb to fate, or..."
"Will not."
"Eh...?"
"That day will never come."
Under the tree, the boy looked at Fu Xuan with a serious look, "I won't let my sister leave me."
Peach blossoms floated past her eyes, briefly blocking Fu Xuan's sight. She vaguely realized something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Yes."
Fu Xuan walked out of the stream barefoot, stepped on the soft grass and came to An Ming, "Wait until you are taller than your sister before you say such things, little one."
The long pink hair flutters in the breeze, bringing a pleasant scent.
An Ming stretched out his hand to indicate the height difference between himself and Fu Xuan, and said with a pursed mouth: "Sister Xuan'er is bullying me, you immortals are all so shameless!"
"..."
Fu Xuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and only then did he realize the time that had passed between the two of them.
Her ten years were just a moment, but for An Ming, it was one-tenth of his life.
An unconcealable depression weighed on her heart. Fu Xuan stared at An Ming in a daze. She always came to Yuque when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, but for An Ming, it was just another year.
One day, An Ming will leave her.
Isn't this a destined fate?
"Junior brother."
"Ok?"
"nothing..."
Fu Xuan rubbed An Ming's head hard, with deep confusion in his eyes.
Master...why did you accept An Ming as your disciple?
[At the age of 11, Fu Xuan stayed in Yuque for a longer time. He would take the Star Raft from Luofu when the peach blossoms began to bud, and would leave in midsummer.]
[You learned from Fu Xuan that a small-scale war with the Buli people has occurred in the star field near Fanghu, and the Fengrao people have become particularly active recently.]
[There is an endless stream of star ships running from Luofu to Fanghu. You vaguely sense the signal that the war has begun.]
"Hey, did you hear?"
"what?"
"The people of Fengrao are about to start another war."
In the martial arts arena, Aini said to An Ming mysteriously, with some worry in her eyes, "What if this turns into the Third Fengraomin War? We can't get together another Five Warriors of the Cloud now."
"Someone will always go," An Ming stared at the sword in his hand silently, "It has always been like this."
The times will create heroes, and there will always be heroes who stand up.
Aini sighed quietly, "Hey, you only have swords in your eyes. You won't be able to find a girlfriend this way."
"?"
An Ming looked at Aini with a puzzled look, "I'm only 11."
Besides, practicing sword skills is more interesting, and it is also the only entertainment when Fu Xuan is not around.
Ai Ni held her chin with her hand, feeling somewhat helpless. "What a fool! You can't live with a sword forever. Haven't you ever thought about the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life?"
"It's too early for me."
For some reason, when I heard these words, the beautiful figure under the peach tree appeared in my mind unconsciously.
An Ming raised his sword again and nodded slightly to Annie, "The break is over, continue."
Annie had a bitter face and wanted to escape, but she couldn't.
The second most painful thing after becoming a Yunqi is practicing sword. The most painful thing is practicing sword with An Ming. This man has no sympathy for women in his mind. As long as he holds the sword, there is only the opponent or enemy in his eyes.
[At the age of 12, the frequency of Bu Liren being mentioned in the alliance news is increasing. The impending storm makes everyone feel like a stone is pressing on their hearts. Perhaps the war is really about to begin.]
[Fu Xuan tells you that even if she tries her best to divine, she can only get a glimpse of some vague influences. Only after the war actually breaks out can she further sort out the elusive hexagrams.]
An Ming rarely saw Fu Xuan with that expression.
In his memory, Fu Xuan was proud, as confident and proud as a swan. He never doubted his divination skills. He was a genius who was destined to become the Grand Diviner since birth.
Fu Xuan, who was sitting by the window, looked more like a lost girl at this moment, with worries flashing in her beautiful crystal eyes.
Soft pink hair fell behind the seat, and the elegant fragrance of tea filled the nose.
An Ming has never liked drinking tea, as it is hot and troublesome, so he would rather drink stream water directly.
Fu Xuan, however, prefers to stare at the teacup quietly, running his white fingertips lightly across it, feeling the warmth in it.
"Sister Xuan'er."
"Ok?"
Fu Xuan was a little distracted, and seeing An Ming sitting upright opposite him, he couldn't help but smile, "You have grown up."
Although only a few years have passed, An Ming has grown from a naughty little boy into a handsome young man. The only thing that remains unchanged is his clear swordsmanship.
"No one will never grow up," An Ming stared into Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes, "Could it be that sister wants me to be the little one following you forever?"
Fu Xuan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said softly: "The way of divination is too profound, and I am far from qualified now."
She wanted to see the future clearly so that she could protect the important people around her, instead of being bound by fate and having to watch that moment come.
"I just wish you could grow up slower."
"Give me some more time..."
The water in the teacup rippled slightly, dividing the face reflected in it into a blurry reflection.
"Sister Xuan'er."
"No matter what, you are my sister."
An Ming's words made Fu Xuan slightly stunned, then he lowered his head slightly, and a gentle smile was reflected in the already steady teacup.