Chapter 60 White Hair Can Be Replaced by Snow

Chapter 60 White Hair Can Be Replaced by Snow

In early summer, it was time for An Ming to leave Luofu.

The Yunqi Army in charge of escorting him did not put handcuffs on him, but only said that it was the general's order.

An Ming did not see the disgust in the eyes of the two Cloud Riders as he had imagined. On the contrary, it was a respect that came from the bottom of their hearts.

The red maple leaves fell from high above and landed lightly at An Ming's feet.

There were more people on both sides of the street than An Ming had imagined. Those strangers looked at him with eyes that An Ming could not understand.

Obviously... nothing can be changed.

He was just an ordinary Cloud Rider and did what every Cloud Rider would do.

"Thank you!"

A girl in a light blue dress ran to An Ming breathlessly, holding flowers in her hands, with a green jade omen of Dan Ding Si Dan Shi hanging around her waist.

An Ming didn't know her and couldn't understand the gratitude in her eyes.

"Your body has preserved Yufei's jade seal, which contains very precious messages," a trace of sadness flashed in the girl's eyes, but she still handed the bouquet in her hand to An Ming.

Yu Fei died behind An Ming, and the jade omen fell under An Ming's body. It was the only place where it could preserve its original shape under the residual power of the imperial bow.

"Thank you, An Ming."

"My name is Dan Shu. If we have the chance to meet again, please let me repay you."

Dan Shu knew that he could not waste any more time, so he bowed slightly with an apologetic look, then turned and left.

An Ming stared down at the bouquet in his hands, which seemed to be smiling at him brightly.

He also saved something...even if it was just a message, it was at least a comfort.

Then he understood those looks.

All that passion, warmth, encouragement, reluctance...all of it, just because behind him, he remembers those who have passed away.

Suddenly, a distant flute sound came to my ears, which seemed to express the longing for the deceased, or also a farewell blessing for someone.

Pale yellow maple leaves drift in from afar, and one star ship after another, loaded with people's thoughts and nostalgia, sails towards the future on the other side.

The crystal light fell like raindrops, sprinkling on An Ming's shoulders, making him feel warm without even a hint of coldness.

"Farewell—Cloud Cavalry Guard An Ming!"

"The fairy boat soars, and the cloud riders always win!"

"The fairy boat soars, the cloud riders always win!"

I don't know where the sound came from, and then the second and third sounds rang out one after another. The deafening sound echoed throughout Luofu, and drifted towards the farther Yuque along with the fallen leaves.

An Ming felt that the scenery in front of him was a little blurry. It was only after a long time that he realized that it was tears that blurred his eyes.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Jing Yuan smiled at him, holding the Shihuo Meng Body in his hand. His eyes were not as lazy and casual as before, but rather extremely serious.

An Ming lowered his head, not wanting others to see the tears in his eyes. He wiped away the tears vigorously, raised his head, and said with a smile:

"The fairy boat soars, and the cloud riders always win."

"Take care along the way."

Jing Yuan patted An Ming's shoulder and watched him walk into the Star Chariot, but his back was no longer lonely.

Carrying hope and people's longing, An Ming boarded the immortal boat back to Yuque to accept the judgment of the alliance.

The maple leaves are falling from high above, but the peach blossoms in the yard are still in full bloom.

Fu Xuan held the letter in his hand with red eyes and pursed his lips tightly, but still couldn't stop the tears from falling.

I didn't go to see him off because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my longing for him, which would lead to irrational behavior, and that would harm Anming.

Before leaving, An Ming combed her long hair and finally just looked at her with gentle eyes outside the door.

"Sister."

"I am leaving."

It seemed like just an ordinary outing, and it seemed that it wouldn't be long before her boy would appear in front of the window with a candied haws in his hand, smiling, and give her a sneaky scare.

But Fu Xuan knew that An Ming would never appear there again.

There are no more young men practicing sword under the peach trees.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm such an incompetent senior sister."

Crystal clear tears kept sliding down both sides of his cheeks. Fu Xuan knew that crying would not change anything, and he should be strong at this time -

Only in this way can I change something when I see An Ming next time.

But this time, let her cry for the last time.

Fu Xuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Peach blossoms were falling in the yard, and the pink and white petals were like the snow that day.

If they were exposed to the snow together, they would be together for the rest of their lives.

But there is a second half to this poem.

If the white hair can be replaced by snow, there will be no sorrow in the world.

Fu Xuan looked at the direction where the star chariot was going away, that was the distant place where his beloved had left.

The brilliance after the meteors pass each other gradually dissipates, until they miss each other and go to a more distant future.

...

...

"marshal."

"Well, sit down."

Under the long pavilion, the woman picked up the teacup by herself. Her pink hair swaying slightly in the wind was tied with a scarlet silk ribbon, and a dark green oil-paper umbrella hung diagonally around her waist.

Yao Guang was silent for a long time, but ultimately did not sit down.

"If Jing Yuan wants to be held accountable, I will take full responsibility."

"What's wrong with you and Jing Yuan?"

Hua placed his fingers on the wall of the cup and moved them in front of Yaoguang without any effort.

Yao Guang didn't quite understand what the person in front of him was thinking. It was Hua who gave the order to permanently ban An Ming against all odds, and it was also Hua who did not stop the Yunqi people from seeing An Ming off.

What is the Marshal’s attitude towards An Ming?

Yaoguang is only good at fighting. Just as An Ming commented, the red-haired cold brother is not good at anything other than fighting.

However, when it came to the matter of An Ming, Yao Guang displayed an extremely tough attitude, and he was almost pointing at that group of people's faces and scolding them at the alliance headquarters.

Let An Ming be wronged? It doesn't make sense. How can these people who didn't participate in the war understand the contribution An Ming made?

Blood of abundance? That kind of thing can be filled with the blood of the evil creatures of abundance!

Yao Guang also extremely hates Shou Wen Huo Zu, but this does not mean that An Ming must be executed. There is no necessary connection between the two.

"I am also quite proficient in hexagrams."

Hua looked at Yao Guang, "If I tell you that An Ming is indispensable in the future, what will you choose?"

Yao Guang fell into silence for a long time. After a long sigh, he sat down and said, "We naturally believe in the Marshal's judgment."

"Ah."

"The alliance needs An Ming's swordsmanship."

Hua said calmly: "Only by reforging the sword's heart can we sever our fate."

"Is this the real reason for the permanent ban?"

"Do not."

There was a deep meaning in Hua's eyes, as if they contained thousands of hexagrams and the universe, so profound that people would feel a pain in their souls just by looking at them.

"The reshaping of the sword's heart has not yet begun."

"The true heart of Liuli requires death—"

And regenerate.

That moment has not come yet.

Hua looked toward the horizon, not knowing what he was looking at.

The deep red maple leaves fell on the table, bringing a hint of autumn.

She smiled silently.

An Ming, see you in the future.