Chapter 59 Oil Paper Umbrella
"An Ming, do you know why I called you here?"
At the table.
Jing Yuan sat lazily opposite, while An Ming stared at the teacup in front of him silently.
He didn't like drinking, and Fu Xuan didn't like seeing him drinking, so he never drank again.
"The fertility blood in me."
"Well, since you also know it, then it will be easy," Jing Yuan has become quite familiar with An Ming over the years, not only because the other party is Yao Guang's half-apprentice, but also because he sees the shadow of an old friend in him.
For a swordsman, once the sword's heart is broken, it is difficult to rebuild it.
His master once used his body as a sword and embarked on another path.
Jing Yuan was unable to point out the way for An Ming. Different people take different paths, and forcing guidance would only create obstacles.
Jingtian had mentioned to Anming more than once the golden blood sealed in his body. It was a blessing from abundance, but it had never shown its special qualities.
At least it had never been shown before the Third War of the Fertility People.
There is no doubt that even if An Ming is gifted, there is no way he can survive under the might of the Imperial Bow.
That was a strike from the Star God.
An Ming is the only one alive within a thousand miles, and everyone else is dust.
The secret inside An Ming's body was discovered by the Alliance in a very short time, and the top-secret file about An Ming in Yuque was also handed over. It was the written record made when Jingtian first met An Ming.
There was a huge disagreement within the alliance on how to deal with An Ming. Since he had the golden blood of the ancestor of plague and longevity flowing in his body, he must be the envoy of abundance. Regardless of his identity, he must be executed immediately.
What's more, An Ming is just a short-lived creature who came to Yuque because of the star core disaster. He doesn't have to follow the laws of the alliance and should be executed.
However, with the mediation of Generals Yaoguang and Jingyuan, the execution of An Ming was postponed again and again.
"Don't be so suspicious. An Ming killed tens of thousands of enemies in the battle of Fengraomin. Do you still think he is a minion of the plague ancestor?"
Jing Yuan wrote to the Alliance many times to plead for An Ming, but Yao Guang's response was even simpler: "The Alliance has no reason to punish Yun Qi, unless An Ming falls into the evil spirit."
Yao Guang wanted to add one more sentence: Whoever wants to touch An Ming will be the enemy of Yu Que.
That was the disciple entrusted to him by Jingtian before his death. How could he just watch him being executed by the Alliance?
But in the end, I was unable to write that sentence.
This is because the order from the Marshal of the Immortal Boat Alliance has been transmitted to each Immortal Boat——
So on this day, Jing Yuan summoned An Ming here to announce the final result to him.
"Yuque Yunqi Anming, here is the verdict for you."
"Permanently banned."
Jing Yuan looked at An Ming deeply, "Don't you have anything to say?"
An Ming just smiled calmly, "No."
He just stared at the teacup, feeling a little tight in his chest, and wondered if it would be better to drink some wine at this time.
Jing Yuan patted An Ming's shoulder and then left silently.
It started drizzling outside the window again. The emerald green cypresses and pines were wet, reflecting the green raindrops.
[At the age of 19, the Alliance finally sentenced An Mingluo to be permanently confined to the Yuque Immortal Boat, and sent Yunqi to imprison him, not allowing him to go out at will]
An Ming didn't bring an umbrella. He stood under the eaves, quietly watching the raindrops falling down the eaves, splashing circles of ripples in the puddles.
"Bored?"
An Ming turned his head slightly and saw another person under the eaves gently holding up an oil-paper umbrella. Half of the ink-black umbrella edge covered her face, leaving only the light red corners of her lips exposed.
There were a few strands of bright pink in her black hair. The person was standing beside her, but seemed to blend into the rain.
If An Ming hadn't been staring at her like this, she would probably have suspected that this was a dream.
"Grievance, loneliness, sadness, and pain...but before that, you have to ask here," she stretched out her right hand and placed her index finger on An Ming's chest, where his heart was.
"Heart?"
"No, it's Kenshin."
She handed over the oil-paper umbrella, and beneath the edge of the umbrella appeared a pair of dark eyes as clear and transparent as spring water after rain, in which one could vaguely see the principles and origins of all things in the world.
It was difficult for An Ming to describe the woman in front of him. Her dark bamboo-colored dress was tight against her body, as if she was not in the same space as this world.
Taking the umbrella, it felt like a dream.
When I woke up, there was no one in front of me.
"Reforge the sword's heart."
"Then you can decide your fate."
An Ming recalled the last words the woman said to him. Could it be that the alliance was not doing this for punishment, but quite the opposite?
Not only can it stop those who still want to execute him, but it can also give an explanation to everyone.
It's just that An Ming needs to bear the false accusation. After all, the Alliance will never allow the envoy of Longevity, Plague and Disaster to move freely on the Immortal Boat. This has been a rule since ancient times.
An Ming already knew the man's identity, but he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This man's strength was truly unfathomable.
The handle of the oil-paper umbrella still retained some warmth, and the raindrops dripping from the eaves gradually stopped. An Ming walked out from the eaves and looked up at the sky.
The rain stopped.
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...
"absurd!"
"I will definitely go to the Alliance to ask for an explanation for you!"
Fu Xuan rarely loses her composure like this. If An Ming hadn't held her wrist, the newly promoted Luofu Taibu would have caused a big disturbance in the alliance.
"Sister Xuan'er, I'm fine."
"Even so... you shouldn't suffer so much injustice," Fu Xuan tried very hard not to cry. She was really sad and disappointed.
It shouldn't be like this.
This is not right!
Everyone knows this, so why do they pretend not to see it?
If possible, Fu Xuan would rather not have the so-called position of Grand Fortune Teller. At worst, he and An Ming could leave the alliance together. The universe is so vast that there will always be a place for them.
But she couldn't do that.
Once you violate the alliance's decision, you will suffer unimaginable hunting and become a wanted criminal of the alliance.
The hunting will will chase Fengzao to the ends of the earth. By then, perhaps a general-level figure will come to execute Anming personally.
Fu Xuan was so angry. He hated himself for not being able to do anything, not even to protect his beloved.
"Don't show that expression, Xuan'er," An Ming reached out his hand to wipe away the crystal tears from Fu Xuan's eyes, and said with a smile, "We can meet again."
"Will we meet again...?"
Fu Xuan tightly grasped An Ming's sleeve, and all her strength was gone. At this moment, she was like a helpless little girl, unable to change anything.
It's like this again, always like this, I can only watch fate become reality again and again.
If she could see farther and improve her divination skills, would everything be able to change?
At this moment, Fu Xuan finally made up his mind.
No matter what the cost - she didn't want to feel this powerless again.