Chapter 62 Unspoken Feelings
Dayan Qiongguan formation.
Fu Xuan is hanging in the center with his eyes closed. Mysterious hexagrams surround his body, and the Dharma eye on his forehead is deep and full of wisdom.
The future that was originally shrouded in fog suddenly became clear at this moment.
The master is right... there is only one path to destiny, but only by reaching the highest level of divination can one truly recognize this truth.
What a cruel fate.
After accepting the Dharma Eye bestowed by Lord Omniscient Heavenly Monarch, the sensibility in Fu Xuan's eyes has been completely suppressed by rationality. At this moment, she is the Master Bu that Luofu needs, and not just Fu Xuan.
There were bright stars shining in Fu Xuan's eyes. Now she could see through the fog that was once impenetrable and unravel the intricate cause and effect.
"An Ming..."
What will our future be like?
Fu Xuan was not afraid, because he obtained the Dharma Eye just for this moment to come.
The Qiongguan Formation slowly began to operate. Fu Xuan stretched out his right hand and touched the scattered purple light. Bit by bit of memories echoed in it, condensing from the past into the future.
The fog gradually disappeared in the eyes of the Dharma, reflecting the scene of the future.
——It was a sharp sword light, bursting out with a force that pierced through the sky, and then suddenly fell downwards.
An Ming looked at her indifferently, and slashed down mercilessly with Wu Ye in his hand. In an instant, a crack appeared on the ground that went across the Jade Palace, and then it was split into two and completely cut off!
"Sister."
"farewell."
In the end, all that was left of her was a back view.
The future scene was completely cut off, and Fu Xuan fell to his knees powerlessly in the center of the Qiongguan Formation. The intense pain made his mind a mess.
how so...?
Will An Ming cut off the Jade Palace in the future?
Fu Xuan would not doubt the result of the divination, but this fate still made her feel heartbroken.
Even if she knew the future, how could she rewrite it?
"No, An Ming is not that kind of person!"
Fu Xuan covered her head and wanted to go to Yuque to look for An Ming immediately, but the severe pain in her Dharma Eye on her forehead kept reminding her of the truth that could not be violated and had never been wrong.
There is only one path to destiny.
No matter what choice she makes, the ending cannot be changed.
"no, do not want!"
Fu Xuan knelt on the ground in pain. Her emotion told her to believe in the junior brother who had been with her for decades, but her reason required her to believe in the future presented by fate.
"An Ming, I..."
A tear fell from the corner of Fu Xuan's eyes. The scene was so clear that she couldn't even find a reason to deceive herself.
Between fate and everything she had experienced in the past, which one should she believe?
From the beginning Fu Xuan knew the difficulty of the choice, but he never thought it would be so cruel.
She obtained the Dharma Eye not to succumb to fate!
Rather than what he saw with his Dharma Eyes, Fu Xuan chose to believe everything he saw and felt with his heart.
No matter how cruel the future is, she will embrace An Ming.
No reason, and no regrets!
Fu Xuan will never forget the original intention of this journey. The pain on his forehead is not to give up the future of being with An Ming for a lifetime, but to change the only path.
"Wait for me..."
Fu Xuan wiped the blood from the tip of her nose and continued to operate the Qiongguan Formation regardless of her physical condition. If letting her feel this kind of pain could change her future - she was willing to do so!
I don't want to watch fate take away important people again.
That would be a hundred or a thousand times more painful than the pain I am enduring now!
"Xuan'er."
"I like you."
Fu Xuan placed his hand on his chest, and all the things that happened with An Ming reappeared in his eyes.
At that time, An Ming expressed his most sincere love to her, but she was unable to respond.
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[At the age of 21, you began to reforge Wuye. Fortunately, the blade of Wuye was only broken, and all you needed to do was connect it. However, the difficulty of this was far beyond your imagination.]
"boom--!"
A loud explosion woke up Annie, who was dozing off at the door. She then changed her position and continued dozing off as if she was already used to it.
At first, she would have thought that An Ming was planning to escape from the prison by blasting her, or that he was making a feint to the east and sneaking away while she was checking the situation.
But later it was discovered that An Ming was just forging swords.
In other words, his master's courtyard was blown up about seventy or eighty times in three months. Fortunately, the peach tree was not affected.
The walls at the front of the courtyard were blown into a pitch-black mess, which was simply unbearable to look at.
In the mist of the explosion, An Ming ran out, covering his mouth and coughing. He thought to himself that fortunately Wuye was made of strong material and was not damaged at all after so many bombardments. No wonder only the arrow from the Emperor Bow broke the sword.
The materials used in the initial forging of Wuye can almost be called top-notch, and the forging skills of the craftsmen are also superb.
An Ming couldn't even repair the two broken halves of the sword, so you can imagine how skilled the craftsman was.
"Hey."
"Isn't it that when there is too much iron, you add fire, and when there is too much fire, you add iron?"
An Ming sighed, feeling that if this continued, the courtyard left by his master would become a ruin comparable to the remains after the Third Abundant People's War.
I'm afraid the old man will jump out and give me a few hard slaps with his magic fan to feel relieved.
Forging a sword is much more difficult than imagined, so practicing sword skills is more suitable for him.
During the period of confinement, An Ming spent his time forging swords and practicing swordplay. In addition, he also cooked. Annie's cooking skills were really poor, so he had to cook by himself to make a living.
At first, I only made dinner for one person. One day, when Annie was guarding the door, her saliva almost flowed to An Ming's feet. He asked with a smile: "Do you want me to make one for you, too?"
"Don't even think about bribing me!"
Annie refused righteously. The next day, she brought food for two people, but she didn't dare to look An Ming in the eye.
After that, Annie ate with An Ming every day. Outsiders who saw her would probably mistake Annie for the imprisoned criminal, and An Ming was the cook responsible for cooking for her.
"Eh..."
"Why hasn't your senior sister come to see you?"
After dinner one day, Annie asked with an evasive look and a slight blush on her cheeks.
She has always been full of heroism, but in front of An Ming, she only looks weak.
There's nothing I can do. I can't win by fighting. I'm beaten by them every day with a wooden sword in one hand. I have no dignity as a guard at all.
Annie often feels that she is the one being punished by the alliance, but if she thinks about it carefully, it is not a bad idea since the alliance is giving her money anyway.
"I do not know."
An Ming's eyes couldn't help but darken when he heard the word "senior sister". Fu Xuan hadn't even written a letter to him in all these years. It would be self-deception to say that he didn't miss her.
Annie blinked her beautiful eyes and wanted to reach out to comfort An Ming, but in the end she consciously retracted her hand.
How could she have such qualifications?