Chapter 52: Sword Name Wuye
"Brother, why are you so depressed?"
"I don't..."
"Oh?"
Fu Xuan grabbed An Ming's wrist and pulled him in front of him. His crystal-like eyes seemed to be able to see through all lies and falsehoods.
There is no point in lying to a soothsayer.
An Ming knew this clearly, but even he himself did not understand where his inner emotions came from, nor how to explain it to Fu Xuan.
I couldn't just say to her directly, "Sister, can you please stop talking to that general in the future? I don't like him."
This would definitely not work, not to mention that sister was just having a normal conversation with the general of Luofu. Sister Xuan'er would definitely become the fortune teller of Luofu in the future, so naturally she would have to deal with the general.
"I'm jealous."
"So cute."
Fu Xuan's beautiful eyes flashed with touching emotions, and she smiled and said, "If my brother doesn't want to, then I will no longer care about the general in the future."
"Jealous?!" An Ming's cheeks turned red in an instant. He took several steps back, trying to break free from Fu Xuan's hand, but was afraid of hurting Fu Xuan.
"This feeling is called jealousy," Fu Xuan's tone was a little playful, but his cheeks were honestly stained with a little blush, which was more beautiful than the glow on the lake after sunset, making An Ming unable to take his eyes away.
"Xuan'er..." An Ming lowered his head, his ears reddened, and he paused for a long time before adding "sister" at the end.
"fool."
Fu Xuan stretched out his finger and poked An Ming's forehead, with a smile on his lips, "Sister is only your sister."
"really?"
"When has my sister ever lied to you?"
Fu Xuan then realized that An Ming had grown taller than her without her noticing. The boy in her memories had long since grown into a reliable young man.
She had never paid attention to his handsome face and sword-like eyebrows before. After all, in Fu Xuan's impression, An Ming was just the little boy who chased after her with a rattle and called her "senior sister".
Since when did that junior fellow apprentice also become a teenager?
Fu Xuan blinked, and his cheeks instantly turned red. He felt embarrassed now when he recalled the things that he had not taken seriously in the past.
Why hasn’t it been discovered yet?
Even taking a deep breath could not suppress his increasingly accelerated heartbeat. Fu Xuan no longer had the courage to look An Ming in the face, and a charming blush appeared on his cheeks.
"Sister Xuan'er?"
"It's getting late, Junior Brother. I'll take you to your room to rest first!"
Fu Xuan finished speaking in one breath, and then did not give An Ming a chance to ask, and took the lead in leading the way, without even noticing that he had turned the wrong way.
An Ming glanced at the scorching sun in the sky and thought that people in Luofu were different. They were ready to go to bed in the afternoon.
Late at night, Fu Xuan was alone in her bedroom, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep. The complex emotions in her heart made her mind flash back to the time she spent with An Ming every time she closed her eyes.
I simply sat up and planned to open the window to breathe in the late night air. At worst, I could analyze the hexagrams, and I would be able to fall asleep quickly.
In the courtyard, the young man held the sword, closed his eyes and held his breath. The bright moonlight and moist dewdrops fell on the fine iron sword.
Fu Xuan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming, but when he thought about it carefully, this was indeed something An Ming would do.
The bright moon shines brightly outside the window, and the young man stands with a sword in his hand.
The candlelight flickered in the window, and the girl looked at the boy quietly.
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A martial arts arena.
Jing Yuan knew that Yao Guang had accepted a new disciple, but he never thought that he was so young.
"How about I take charge today and pick out a suitable weapon for you?" Jing Yuan still had that lazy expression on his face, and with a smile he pushed open the heavy warehouse door with one hand.
As the warehouse of the Yunqi Army, it is naturally filled with various weapons, including some magical weapons.
An Ming still had the small and exquisite wooden sword hanging around his waist. After walking into the warehouse, he looked around in shock. What caught his eyes was simply a forest of weapons, which was dizzying.
"If you like it, just take it. We are all fellow Cloud Riders, so there is no need to be polite."
"An Ming thanks the general."
An Ming still has a good impression of Jing Yuan. This general is much easier to talk to than that cold man Yao Guang. He won't hang him up and beat him for a few days when they meet.
First, he scanned all types of weapons except swords, and then selected the one that suited his taste best from among the countless long swords.
Sometimes the good one is not the most suitable one, and weapons also require fate.
"General, is this also a sword?"
"Oh...?"
Jing Yuan's eyes, which had been narrowed all the time, slowly opened, and there was a lot more profound meaning in the look he gave An Ming.
It’s because the sword in An Ming’s hand is too special. For him, it symbolizes an unforgettable past.
The sword body is completely black, and you can't even see the shape of the blade. The hilt is engraved with a dragon pattern as deep as the abyss. If it were placed together with a pile of firewood, it would probably be considered an ordinary fire stick.
"This is an unfinished sword." Jing Yuan lowered his eyes slightly and then raised them again. He didn't know who he thought of through the sword. "The name of the sword is Wu Ye."
"No night?"
"Maybe it means that you can't touch the hilt of the sword at night."
Jing Yuan patted An Ming's shoulder and smiled, but there was a lot of nostalgia in his eyes, "This sword is destined to be with you, so I entrust it to you."
"I will definitely live up to the general's expectations!"
An Ming held Wu Ye in his hands lovingly, as if he had found the lover who would accompany him for the rest of his life. He even had the urge to wrap a red rope around him, but he forced himself to restrain himself in the end.
In that glass-like sword heart, there is always something more important than the sword.
"Now that I'm here," Shi Huomeng swept across the ground, leaving a golden mark. The power displayed by Jing Yuan at this moment was undoubtedly that of a real Luofu General.
An Ming took a deep breath and solemnly raised Wu Ye, his eyes calm and firm.
"General, please enlighten me."
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"So, you don't take care of your body?"
Fu Xuan felt a little distressed as he applied the ointment that he had bought from the alchemist to An Ming's back. "General, you are such a jerk. Why are you so cruel?"
"Hiss...I'm fine. In fact, I've gotten used to it."
An Ming grimaced in pain, but still smiled and said, "Sister Xuan'er is here, she is the best panacea."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Fu Xuan raised his right hand holding the patch, a smile on his face, "It seems that it doesn't hurt at all."
"Snapped!"
"what--!"
The next moment, Fu Xuan's right hand fell down with force, and An Ming's screams like a pig being slaughtered suddenly broke out in the room and lasted for a long time.
"Sister, I was wrong."
"It doesn't matter, Senior Sister loves to hear it."
Fu Xuan showed a playful smile and wiped away the dense beads of sweat on his forehead only after making sure that the ointment was completely covered.