Chapter 73 The Way of Heaven
[55 years old. Ever since you recast Wuye and returned to Yuque, your swordsmanship has gradually recovered to perfection through constant practice. You tied your long hair up and let it fall behind you, slung Wuye across your waist, and continued to practice swordsmanship under the peach tree.]
[During this time, Fu Xuan often sat on the stone table beside you and watched you practice sword with gentle eyes. During the break, he brought you a pot of hot tea and talked to you about interesting things in Luofu, such as Qingque was almost forced by her mother to sign up for the Cloud Cavalry. She said that our daughter was born with a sword bone and would become Luofu’s Qing General sooner or later.]
[In the end, it was Fu Xuan who pulled Qing Que back to the track of Taibu Si. Qing Que was really in tears. She couldn't imagine the miserable life of becoming a cloud rider and not being able to slack off. In order to repay the great Taibu, every note she wrote for someone else from that day on had a minimum of 800 words.]
[Jing Yuan initially looked at Qing Que's note with great interest, but later on he basically just wrote: It's too long, I won't read it.]
"It's time to describe you as a fairy, An Jianshou."
"Xuan'er, you're teasing me again."
An Ming slowly put away his sword, as if it was a natural movement. Standing under the tree in his snow-white robe, there was not a single flaw on him, as if he had merged into one with the world.
Inspired by the encounter with Hua, An Ming began to borrow the power of heaven and earth, using the sky as a sword and mobilizing the power of Yuque.
Fu Xuan still looked like a girl, and time still passed by her like flowing water, but never left any trace.
An Ming's hair has turned snow-white, and he really has a bit of the charm of a Taoist priest. Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer voices opposing him from becoming the Sword Master.
Perhaps those people also knew that An Ming was just a short-lived creature who could not break free from the shackles of life and would one day be buried in the past as time passed.
The history of the Immortal Boat is long and long. How can a sword head that is only a hundred years old make waves?
Taking this opportunity, Hua began to lift the previous restrictions on An Ming in the alliance, and now he can move freely in Yuque.
An Ming knew that this was already the best outcome. After the permanent ban ended, Yao Guang sent Guo Hua a handwritten letter. There were no words in it, only a line of ink that contained thousands of sword intentions.
Only a swordsman like An Ming can understand the meaning it wants to convey.
Those who don't want him to live think that An Ming has lost his threat now, Wu Ye has not shown his edge for too long, and too many people have forgotten Fang Hu Shi's amazing sword light.
An Ming is now restrained, like a sheathed sword, waiting for the day to be unsheathed.
Fu Xuan leaned against An Ming, looked up at the falling peach blossoms, and whispered, "Are you scared?"
"As long as Xuan'er is here, that won't happen."
An Ming understood Fu Xuan's implied meaning and held her slightly cold hand.
Warm wind brushed across his cheeks. Fu Xuan leaned his head against An Ming's chest and murmured, "I've been having nightmares lately, dreaming of fate's ruthless mockery."
She did get happiness, but she couldn't keep it.
In the most anxious late night, Fu Xuan even thought about some forbidden methods, but finally gave up.
She thought that An Ming should leave as a human being rather than some kind of immortal monster.
Luofu Taibu's husband was the hero who saved Fang Hu and was also the sword master of Yuque.
Fu Xuan couldn't tarnish the precious past, nor could he stop An Ming from growing older.
She had never felt time passing so quickly before. Just over fifty years was just a short moment for the people of Xianzhou, but it was already half of An Ming's life.
Every time he thought of this, Fu Xuan couldn't help but shed tears and buried his head in the pillow and cried silently.
Why is it so cruel to make her watch her beloved die and not be able to change anything?
All Fu Xuan can do is cherish every day he spends with An Ming, which is plain and happy. At worst... they will die after him.
"Xuan'er, my life is long enough, and meeting you is the greatest happiness," An Ming liked to hold Fu Xuan's jade-like soft palm and warm it personally.
He was once afraid that he could not give Fu Xuan a future and almost ruined this love. It was Fu Xuan who resolutely expressed his feelings to him, which led to the two of them living such a happy life.
Be it fifty years or five hundred years, the length of time is meaningless. As long as I can meet Fu Xuan, I will have no regrets no matter what path I take.
"Xuan'er, when we have time, let's go to the market in Yuque together."
"How can you not have time, idiot?"
Fu Xuan lowered his eyes slightly and gently held his hand.
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[At the age of 71, the swordsman is able to glimpse a corner of fate. Since the recasting of Wuye, the omen has become more and more obvious as time goes by. You also gradually understand why the master was so indifferent before his death.]
[You are all walking on the bright path of heaven]
Observe the formation carefully.
Fu Xuan suddenly felt uncontrollable panic, but as a fortune teller, panic could represent many futures, and the one he least wanted to see was naturally the disaster that was destined to happen in the future.
"Damn it!" Fu Xuan closed his eyes tightly and mobilized the power of the Qiongguan Formation with all his strength. The closer he was to that moment, the clearer the future he could see.
Deep purple lines outlined the magnificent lines of the Qiongguan Formation. Fu Xuan's figure gradually became suspended in it, and the light from the Dharma Eye on his forehead was like a meteor in the middle of the night.
Qingque outside the formation was yawning wildly with his cheek in his hand. No one could bear being called by old man Taibu to observe the formation in the middle of the night, not to mention that he had won the game of cards in his dream just a second ago.
However, she had never seen Lord Fu Xuan so panicked, as if... he was about to lose something important.
"Qingque!"
"Go to the Shen Ce Mansion and find the signal transmitted by the Jade Palace within the last 24 system hours. Any signal!"
Fu Xuan's voice came from above, and Qing Que also put away his sleepy look, touched the green sword at his waist, and muttered softly: "It can only be related to Master."
"Go now!"
Qingque responded and jumped onto the roof with light steps. If it were in the past, this would have been unthinkable, but since the first time he was trained by the master himself more than forty years ago, he has been urged on, and until today, Fu Xuan required him to practice sword while reading the hexagram book.
She originally just wanted to be a leisurely fortune teller!
Qingque felt like crying but had no tears. Ever since she defeated the young genius Yan Qing in a sword fight, rumors about General Qing had been circulating in Luofu.
The current Qingque is worthy of the name of a hexagonal warrior. Fu Taibu personally instills knowledge of hexagrams in him above, and An Jianshou personally teaches him how to use the sword below.
Qingque even went to ask her mother: "Mom, do you think there is a possibility that I was picked up by you and brought home, and my real identity is the long-lost daughter of Luofu Taibu and Yuque Jianshou?"
Qingque’s mother: “?”