Chapter 137 Fu Xuan
"I am Tingyun, the ferryman of Luofu Tianbosi. Thank you for your help. May I ask your name?"
"He is the one who can swallow mountains and seas, control the sea of stars, and practice Qigong with his hands. He is the most powerful baseball star in the universe."
As soon as Xing finished speaking, the words of thanks that Tingyun wanted to continue were stuck in his throat. He could only smile awkwardly, "The name of the benefactor... is really unique."
"This guy is Xing, I'm March Seven, and this is Uncle Yang," March Seven said, then glanced at An Ming, curled his lips and added, "He is the succubus writer An Ming, so be careful not to offend him, otherwise you will be written as the heroine of a pornographic novel."
Tingyun: “?”
From the beginning, An Ming has been standing by and observing Teacher Huanlong's dramatic performance with great interest. His imitation of Tingyun's personality alone can be said to be lifelike. Perhaps only those who are closest to him can see some clues.
But An Ming is a man who has read the script. He is more Elliot than Elliot. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little amused when watching Huanlong.
If there was no Jianmu, I don’t know how much strength Huanlong could have used. I’m afraid the battle could end without even using the Blood Rage.
An Ming was eager to try it out. He planned to pretend nothing happened and walk to Ting Yun's ear and whisper in her ear, "Long live Nanook." He didn't know what the reaction would be.
But in a direction that only An Ming could see, a deep purple sword intent flashed by, and the speed was so fast that even An Ming almost didn't notice it.
Only a true swordsman can sense the fleeting sword intent, and he must be extremely familiar with that sword intent.
That sword intent was exactly An Ming's own. The only people he had taught it to were Qingque and Fu Xuan. At this moment, Qingque was right beside him. Some uncertainty and doubt flashed across his brows, suspecting that it was just an illusion.
The only one left was Fu Xuan. An Ming made a quick decision and stepped back a few steps, came behind everyone, and planned to leave the team quietly.
"Master?"
"Shhh."
An Ming signaled Qingque with his eyes not to make a sound, and his light footsteps flashed into the shadows.
San Yueqi blinked. She had been keeping an eye on An Ming from the beginning, so she naturally noticed his departure.
But thinking that An Ming was like this in Yalilo, Sanyueqi just sighed helplessly and continued to pull Xing to ask her to introduce herself properly.
Qingque held the sword and looked up at the sky. He felt that the weather had become a little warmer. He couldn't help but think that the peach tree that had just been transplanted in the Taibusi courtyard should have grown flower buds.
There was only one thing in the entire Luofu that was worthy of Master's quick action, and Qingque knew it without thinking.
"Master, please don't let Master Fu Xuan down."
I also hope that the seventh day after my master’s death will not come so early. May the God of Jade bless me and let the grass on my master’s grave grow slowly.
Qingque prayed sincerely for Anming in her heart.
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The traces of sword intent were as obvious to An Ming as a lighthouse, not to mention that this sword intent came from the same source as his.
The sharp sword aura guided a hidden passage through the intricate roads of the Star Cha Sea. Judging from the traces, it had only been cleared recently.
At the end of the road, someone An Ming didn't expect appeared there.
"Please let me lead the way for you."
Tingyun took off the hood of his robe, revealing his face hidden inside. "You are just as Master Taibu said, you are not surprised at all."
"You are Tingyun..."
"Replacement guaranteed."
Tingyun said softly: "You are someone I can trust, so I will reveal my true face directly."
An Ming quickly figured out the whole story. From Fu Xuan's casual mention of "saving someone", he knew that person was Ting Yun.
Wait... Where did Xuan'er come from for Tingyun? The other party is Huanlong, the envoy of destruction... This is something that has not been explained in the game, and Fu Xuanbu has figured it out like this?
An Ming instinctively sensed something strange, but he would not mention it until he met Fu Xuan.
"Lead the way."
Tingyun was worthy of being the ferry envoy. He was very familiar with the routes in the port. He easily bypassed all the cloud riders and the abundant evil creatures and left the Xingcha Sea from the exit in the corner.
After leaving the port, things became much more convenient. We followed the alley to the side door of Taibusi.
"You can just go in directly here."
"Flip in?"
"You can also go through the main gate. Of course, in order to reduce meaningless exposure, it's best to climb over directly from here."
Tingyun stood there, looking at An Ming with a smile. There was something in those fox eyes that An Ming could not understand for the time being.
But I guess there's nothing to be afraid of... An Ming just walked over the wall and landed on the lawn opposite.
"Master Fu Xuan, I have brought the person to you!"
Tingyun's voice came from outside the wall, but she did not follow him in.
An Ming instinctively wanted to hide, feeling inexplicably overwhelmed with stealth, but when he thought about it carefully, this was Taibusi, Fu Xuan's territory. What was there to be afraid of?
Wait, this seems to be the reason why we should be most afraid.
In the diffuse mist, you can faintly hear the sound of koi swimming among the lotus leaves, and smell some familiar scents.
"how."
A calm voice came from the end of the fog, "Are you afraid too?"
A pretty figure sat in the pavilion, holding a teacup, with the Sword of No Life placed on the table.
An Ming's response was equally simple. He grasped Wuye and slowly pulled it out. The sharp sword aura was like a dragon soaring into the sky, clearing away the fog and blasting out a straight and clear path as it rolled.
The sword energy continued to move forward until it was half an inch away from the forehead of the man in the middle, then it suddenly dissipated and turned into gentle wind.
Her pink eyes were as clear as crystal, and her long, soft hair fell on the edge of the pavilion, with the ends almost sinking into the lake.
Fu Xuan was not afraid of the sword aura, and he never even blinked. He just stared at An Ming calmly. If one looked deeper into those eyes, one would fall into endless mysteries, and his consciousness would be swallowed up by the hexagram.
"Xuan'er, I'm here."
An Ming put away Wu Ye, and the dissipated mist formed a bridge. In the long pavilion at the end was the girl he had been thinking about day and night.
"Treating into the forbidden area and attacking the fortune teller," Fu Xuan drank the tea in one gulp and grabbed the Wuming Sword on the table, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"I would like to ask, where does your confidence come from?"