Chapter 50 Sweet Tea
[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 bestow the honor of Sword Master on a mere short-lived person? ]
[Perhaps in hundreds of years, a legendary figure comparable to the Five Warriors on the Cloud will appear in Yuque. It won’t be too late to decide on the Sword Master by then.]
[The fortune-telling families were stubbornly unwilling to let the short-lived become the Sword Master. Even Yao Guang was unable to push through the opposition and nominate you as the Sword Master candidate. In the end, it was all in vain.]
"absurd!"
She slammed her jade hand on the table hard, causing the tea set to tremble violently. Fu Xuan was rarely angry, and his handsome brows were filled with coldness.
"If my junior fellow apprentice is not worthy of being the sword master, who else is?"
"I'll go talk to them!"
Fu Xuan was indignant and planned to return to the Fu family. As a family of astrologers in Yuque, they had a very high say, not to mention that a future Grand Fortune Teller had appeared in the Fu family.
"Senior sister, no need!" An Ming gently pulled 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..." Ever since he lost his only relative at the age of nine, An Ming has become so sensible that it is heartbreaking.
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 opinions. Whether they were good or bad, it had nothing to do with him after all.
He only cares about the opinions of those closest to him, and he only needs Fu Xuan's trust.
As long as Fu Xuan believes, he can do anything.
Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes flashed with tenderness, and she turned to hold An Ming's hand, "How could a sister not trust her brother, stupid."
"Ok, 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 of those guys who always say bad things about you behind your back...When I become the Grand Master, I will put all those gossipers into jail."
Fu Xuan took a sip of tea while speaking, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "So bitter...!"
"Uh... didn't you say, sister, that the bitterer the tea is, 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.
Fortune-telling is hard enough, but even drinking tea is torture?
Fu Xuan lazily held his cheek with his right hand, "Junior brother, go get some sweet water for Senior Sister to try, Master's tea is too bitter."
In the beginning, in order to maintain her image as a sister in front of An Ming, she forced herself to drink bitter tea for several years. The more she drank, the sadder she felt. Fu Xuan thought about all the sad things he had encountered in his life, and none of them were as bitter as this tea.
Young An Ming stood in the kitchen. For the first time, the omnipotent swordsmanship genius didn't know where to start.
Since Sister Xuan'er said it's bitter, then it would be fine if it were a little sweeter.
Speaking of which...is there any sweet tea?
First boil the tea, then add the sweet dates and chestnuts which are specialties of Yuque, and finally add a little nectar, and the sweet and refreshing honey tea is ready.
At first, An Ming actually wanted to throw the candied haws in to make a pot of sweet hawthorn tea, but he was afraid that Fu Xuan would kick him out of the room, so he honestly chose to use normal medicinal materials.
"Senior sister, sweet tea."
An Ming still feels that the name is 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 picked up the teacup and took the first sip.
"Junior brother, you are simply a genius."
"If I stop being a fortune teller someday, 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 in both hands and drank it in small sips quickly. He blinked his cute eyes and handed the empty cup to An Ming.
"Junior brother..."
"Okay, okay, another drink."
"You, you, you, are you trying to coax a child?"
A blush appeared on Fu Xuan's cheeks, and he turned half of his body away angrily, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet water, and his body honestly took another glass to drink.
"So, old woman?"
"I beat you to death!"
Fu Xuan punched An Ming on the head in anger, but he didn't expect that the other party would stagger 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 lips. It made sense. How could a martial artist be knocked down by a fortune teller with just one punch? It was impossible no matter how he thought about it.
"Okay, you dare to lie to your sister!" Fu Xuan snorted. After all, she did practice martial arts occasionally, not to mention that divination could enhance the mind's control over the body.
On this warm spring night, An Ming was kicked out of the room and prepared to sleep in a double row next to the peach tree all night.
But in fact, less than half an hour had passed when Fu Xuan poked out half of his little face and saw An Ming leaning pitifully under the tree, and he burst out laughing.
An Ming suddenly felt a warmth while he was drowsy. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Xuan's profile close to him.
The thick quilt covered the two of them, and the bright moonlight illuminated Fu Xuan's beautiful face. At this moment, it was so close that one could even count her eyelashes.
"Sister Xuan'er."
"Want to ask why I came to you?"
"You are so beautiful."
"..."
Fu Xuan didn't say anything, but turned his face away with his ears red.
She never expected to get such an answer and for a moment she didn't know how to react.
Her blushing cheeks were particularly attractive in the moonlight. Fu Xuan hummed softly, "I hope you can praise my divination."
"That... is not as good as Master."
"you idiot!"
The last image left in An Ming’s vision was Fu Xuan’s little pink fist.
Youth has no price tag. This time, An Ming was really hit so hard that he fell asleep.
Before falling into coma, An Ming had only one thought, which was that his senior sister's fist was so soft.
The next morning.
Fu Xuan was still as calm as ever, but his cheeks were slightly flushed after seeing An Ming. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Senior sister, you will definitely be very good at martial arts training."
"Stop flattering."
Although Fu Xuan said this, a smile still rose on his face, "Junior brother, teach me the recipe of sweet water. If I don't drink it after returning to Luofu, I will suffer from insomnia."
"As long as Sister wants to drink it, I'll go to Luofu and make it for you."
"Well...Come to think of it, you haven't been to Luofu yet."
Fu Xuan blinked his eyes, and suddenly had a bold idea, "Junior brother, are you interested in going to Luofu?"
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