Chapter 138 Titled "Love"
The petals fell into the lake, creating ripples that blurred Fu Xuan's cheeks.
That was several years ago.
"Master Fu Xuan, are you going back to Yuque?"
Qingque used the word "return" instead of "go". In her impression, Fu Xuan would only show a smile from the heart when he was in Yuque.
However, ever since his master passed away, Fu Xuan has never been to Yuque again, not even once.
"Ah."
Fu Xuan still remembered that the last time she went to Yuque was a long time ago. At that time, she held the final memorial service for An Ming under the peach tree. Since then, she has never returned to Yuque.
The small courtyard that had held countless happy days and nights, and the peach tree that had witnessed her and An Ming's acquaintance, acquaintance, and love, would remain in Yuque forever.
Fu Xuan has always been a person who will do what he decides to do. After asking for leave, he went to Yuque alone.
The courtyard was still the same as before, and the outer eaves were swept very clean. Fu Xuan stood outside the gate and couldn't help but smile.
She had also stood here before. After going through some intense psychological activities, she still dared to walk in with the help of alcohol and officially confirmed her relationship with An Ming.
At that time, she was still afraid of her fate, but fortunately, she did not regret her choice.
The gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and everything in the courtyard was as before. In a trance, Fu Xuan seemed to see the big red "囍" character posted on the window again.
In front of the peach tree, she saw a familiar figure again. When he saw her coming, he smiled, put down the sword in his hand, and trotted over to hug her.
There is only a peach blossom falling in the palm of your hand.
All those illusions disappeared.
Fu Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly. What? You still can’t forget the past.
"I am back."
she said softly.
Peach blossoms always bloom on a warm day after early spring, even if things and people have changed, it remains the same.
Fu Xuan walked through the bedroom, her white fingers touching the pillow on the bed, but what she saw in her eyes was An Ming, who was holding his chin and watching her practicing divination after nightfall.
"Xuan'er, you've already asked for leave, why do you have to work so hard?"
"You, don't just think about me all day long. At least practice well in the master's courtyard."
“This is my practice.”
"Where...are you touching?"
Fu Xuan couldn't help but smile when she recalled the past. At that time, she would always punch An Ming unconscious on the bed out of shame and anger, but would gently hug her lover in the middle of the night.
"An Ming, do you know?" Fu Xuan sat on the edge of the bed and muttered to himself: "Recently I have begun to be unable to suppress the evil spirit."
"But I haven't completed my final plan yet... For this reason, I can only seal my emotions."
In order to maintain his sanity under the evil spirit, and for the plan to proceed smoothly, Fu Xuan must occupy his mind with the Dharma Eye, and let reason and intelligence become the only emotions.
She came to say goodbye.
After sealing his emotions, Fu Xuan was not completely sure that he could fully recover. No...that was only true for her.
She believed in An Ming, and the probability of divination had nothing to do with An Ming.
Because no matter when or where, An Ming will always save her.
Under the peach tree, Fu Xuan closed her eyes again, tightly holding a seed in her palm. That was the last thing she could keep from the past.
The Dharma Eye shone brightly, gradually suppressing the emotions, along with the violent demonic body. At this moment, Fu Xuan became the embodiment of absolute rationality.
After returning to Luofu, Qingque felt that Fu Xuan had changed.
"Master Fu Xuan, have you gone to pay tribute to Master?"
"No."
Fu Xuan calmly shook his head, "Qingque, since you are not in the Taibu Division at this time, you will be punished to swing your sword a thousand times."
"I...I'm worried about you."
"I don't need to worry."
"Lord Fu Xuan..."
Qingque stared blankly at Fu Xuan's departing back, feeling so lonely and so resolute.
Nothing has changed, but there are some unintentional changes, such as the new buds that grew outside the pavilion at some unknown time and broke through the ground after a warm spring.
The new buds will grow into big trees and produce new peach blossoms.
In the distant Luofu, the first peach tree appeared.
Fu Xuan always drinks tea in Changting, but she doesn't know why her heart is always in such pain. Reason tells her that this is just an insignificant remnant of emotion, but every inch of her body is filled with uncontrollable sadness.
The emotions of consciousness can be sealed, but what about the emotions of the body? What about the love that is engraved in the instinct of the soul?
Fu Xuan gently picked up a petal, and a hint of confusion appeared in his crystal-like beautiful eyes. It was so painful, why couldn't he forget it?
Why should we remember such a painful and sad past?
Perhaps the more painful it was, the more it showed the happiness she once had. The cold reality told her that she could never go back to the past.
Fu Xuan didn't like drinking, but he always poured a small cup of peach blossom wine on An Ming's memorial day. The wine didn't make him drunk, but he made himself drunk. In a trance, he was back to an ordinary afternoon in the past.
At that time she thought it was just normal, but now it is the happiness she could not even dream of.
The fog lifted and the clouds dispersed.
Fu Xuan held the Lifeless Sword, "You said that no fate can control me anymore."
Complex hexagrams were instantly reflected from the bottom of the lake, deep purple covered the entire Taibu Si in an instant, and the terrifying vision soared into the sky.
The Lifeless Sword was slowly drawn out, revealing its sharp edge.
Fu Xuan walked out of the pavilion step by step, looking directly at An Ming in the mist, and the two of them stood at the two ends of the bridge over the lake.
Even the swimming koi fish were muted, and all An Ming could hear was Fu Xuan's gentle breathing.
"Xuan Er..."
Before An Ming finished his words, a terrifying aura instantly approached his cheek, but Fu Xuanke had no intention of holding back. The Sword of No Life stirred up the entire formation, and thousands of hexagrams appeared on the tip of the sword like stars.
"I will recreate the Qiongguan Formation at the bottom of this lake." The Wuming Sword trapped Wuye in mid-air, but Fu Xuan still said calmly: "Use the hexagram as a sword and take advantage of the situation. This is God's will."
"Xuan'er, you still speak in such a riddle."
Wu Ye turned downwards, his cold sword intent shattering the complex hexagrams, creating a strong gust of wind that forced Fu Xuan back several steps. "But I like it."
An Ming took a step forward, holding Wu Ye's Wu Ming Sword in his right hand and continuously deflecting it, while his left hand moved forward and hugged Fu Xuan's slender waist.
"Xuan'er, don't forget who taught you swordsmanship."
"Do you seem confident?"
Fu Xuan didn't care about the hand on his waist. He looked at An Ming who was close to him with a slight smile on his lips. The next moment, he gently released the Wuming Sword with his right hand and let it fall into the lake.
One sword creates a thousand waves.
In an instant, a hexagram that was far more complex than before appeared at the bottom of the lake, while the lake water formed substantial divination characters suspended in the air, arranged in a complex sequence.
Under Fu Xuan's control, Bu Wen came from the sky like a flying sword.
"Xuan'er, the welcome ceremony is almost over," An Ming embraced Fu Xuan in his arms and picked her up with one hand.
An Ming held Fu Xuan in his arms and spun around in the lake. The girl's skirt fluttered like gorgeous flowers, and her hair painted a moving picture in the air.
Even the most experienced fantasy director would not be able to capture such wonderful shots. Everything is so natural and dreamy, like a dream.
An Ming held Fu Xuan tightly and flew into the air, lifting Wu Ye in the air and defeating Bu Wen who was flying like a sword one by one, while escaping from the influence of the formation at the bottom of the lake.
A cold look flashed across Fu Xuan's eyes, and his right hand summoned a more complex hexagram in the air, connecting to the large formation in the center of the lake to enhance the power of Bu Wen.
But in the next moment - a strange yet familiar feeling, Fu Xuan's eyes were misty and stared straight at An Ming in front of her, while her lips were being kissed tightly.
After a brief struggle of the right hand, the hexagram inevitably dimmed.
An Ming kissed Fu Xuan passionately in the air, and while holding Wu Ye in his right hand, he also did not rest, destroying all the remaining divination words into nothingness.
"Um...you!" Fu Xuan's eyes finally revealed a hint of shame and annoyance. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been kissed for too long, and he lost all strength in his body. He fell limp in An Ming's arms like an obedient kitten.
Fu Xuan's personality is naturally cold, and the only person he has ever fallen in love with in the past few hundred years is An Ming. But the problem is that no one knows how long ago the last time he and An Ming had a close and intimate relationship was.
She was about to forget this bone-eating feeling.
A blush quietly climbed up Fu Xuan's neck, and his cold eyes were now tainted with a hint of affection.
"Xuan'er."
"I miss you."
"Heh... Who knows if you're thinking about that firefly?"
Fu Xuan's cold tone finally showed some emotion, and he stopped resisting in An Ming's arms, leaning his head against his chest, listening to the most beautiful voice in the world -
The beating of the heart.
Good thing he's still alive.
"I promise that Xuan Er is the only one in my heart right now."
"Grumpy."
"Xuan'er says it is, it's all my fault."
"Hmph... Long time no see, you seem to have become a little thicker-skinned," Fu Xuan said harshly, but the blush on his face lingered for a long time.
"It's all because of Master Taibu's good teaching."
An Ming held Fu Xuan and slowly landed in front of the pavilion. The turbulent sword energy in the Taibu Division gradually calmed down, and the ripples on the lake were smoothed into small whirlpools.
Fu Xuan took a few steps back and stretched out his right hand towards the lake. The Wuming Sword flew back into his palm like a swimming fish.
"More than ten years ago, I planted a peach tree," Fu Xuan lowered his head, staring at the water droplets on the Wuming Sword, and said softly, "but it has never bloomed."
An Ming looked towards the corner next to the pavilion, where there was a peach tree, with only green among the dense branches and leaves.
Fu Xuan walked up to An Ming, reached out his hand and stroked his cheek, murmuring, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you too, Xuan'er."
The next moment, An Ming's lips were blocked by warmth again. Fu Xuan stood on tiptoes and kissed An Ming affectionately.
When An Ming opened his eyes and looked at Fu Xuan, he was stunned. Crystal clear tears were falling from the corners of Fu Xuan's eyes, forming a series of crystal-like chains.
The coldness penetrates my chest——
An Ming lowered his head in a daze and saw the hilt of the sword sunk into his chest, with a familiar red rope hanging on it.
The sword tip protruded from the other end of the chest, stained with blood red.
His consciousness seemed to be falling into darkness. Before that, An Ming saw Fu Xuan's calm eyes.
The magic circle, the sword of no life, the divination, the affection, the kiss, all of them are just to hide the final killing move.
The killer move called "love".
"I can't...lose you again."
Fu Xuan indifferently drew out the Sword of No Life, bringing out bright blood.
The deep purple instantly turned into deep red.