Chapter 192: Granting the Calendar
Jingyuan didn't fall asleep.
He looked up at the night sky, but couldn't understand why Luofu had an aura of order.
Although it was only a very brief moment, so brief that Jing Yuan even thought it was a mistake in his perception, the aura was so powerful, like the moon at night.
Another person who couldn’t sleep was Huanlong...now it should be Tingyun.
Tingyun leaned against the wall in the teahouse and stared at the sky. For some reason, he felt that the situation was out of control since he came to Luofu.
As the Lord of Extinction, she always enjoyed playing with people's hearts, but this time she always felt a little uneasy.
That glimmer of order was no illusion, but why would such a powerful emissary still exist for a destiny that had long since passed away? In every way, it did not conform to the common sense of the universe.
Or is it more than just order...?
Is the power of order alone really enough to reach the level of the messenger?
Tingyun was silent for a long time and realized that there was only the cold moon tonight, without even a star, shrouding the entire Luofu in the bright night.
"Three against one, hey, March, you lose!"
"You're cheating, let's play another round!"
Tingyun listened to the cheerful sounds coming from the next room, and the silence between his brows deepened. It seemed that there was no need to monitor such an opponent.
But she still cared about that boy - the boy she had only met once at the port, whose eyes were as sharp as a sword, and without the slightest fear in them.
Even though it was only a brief moment of gaze, there was no fear in that look. Instead, there was a calmness as if everything was under control, as confident as a king.
There was an unquenchable flame burning in those eyes, just like... the supreme will of destruction.
Tingyun didn't know why she cared so much about the young man. There were obviously many unknown guests present at that time, and even the green bird was more worthy of attention. But somehow, or perhaps it was the intuition of a strong person, she had an extremely deep impression of An Ming.
Even she found Luofu's current situation somewhat unpredictable. Even the most skilled fortune teller might not be able to foresee where the future is headed.
I think there will be many people who can’t sleep tonight.
"Taipei came in with some dirty stuff."
Fu Xuan's eyes were slightly cold. No matter who it was, someone would ruin her plans at such a critical moment.
She lifted the Lifeless Sword in one hand, and with every step she took, a deep divination mark was left on the sole of her feet. The originally broken formation once again began to glow faintly.
It was like a gorgeous galaxy swaying between Fu Xuan's skirts. With a wave of her hand, she could mobilize the entire formation for her own use.
In the previous duel with An Ming, Fu Xuan did not completely unlock the formation because he was worried that the golden blood was not pure enough. It would be bad if An Ming was really stabbed to death.
A small poke can be used to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, but if it really kills you, you will have no place to cry.
Although the formation was broken, the Bu Wen that constituted the formation was still there and could still be of assistance to Fu Xuan.
The location where the aura appeared was very close to Fu Xuan, so she could feel the harmonious brilliance that followed the flash of disorder.
Harmony embraces everything and hides the fleeting malice deep inside.
"Hehehe...hehehe, before dawn..."
"Qingque?"
After walking a few steps and just arriving in front of the gate of Taibusi, Fu Xuan saw Qingque standing there grinning foolishly. The little bird was laughing so foolishly, as if it was dreaming.
"Xiao Xuanzi, this general is already a complete mahjong. Step forward. This time I will put the winning hand into the mahjong machine. This is the name of the mahjong transcendence!"
"Xiao Xuanzi, tell me, why are the cards flying?"
Fu Xuan: "?"
What kind of trick is this that can turn Qingque into a fool?
Fu Xuan looked at the laughing Qingque speechlessly, raised the back of his sword, knocked the little bird unconscious on the ground, and then carried it into the Taibusi formation.
"Now that you're here, why hide?" Fu Xuan snorted coldly and raised his beautiful little face.
The blood-red sword intent covered the sky and the earth, and soon forced out a human figure.
The man was wearing a cloak, so his true appearance could not be seen. He just looked at Fu Xuan coldly, and finally obviously lowered his head to glance at his chest.
"Are you Fu Xuan?"
Just a soft voice sounded like the most beautiful song in the world, containing all hope and love, making people unable to help but listen to the next words of the owner of that voice.
It seems to have an invisible magic that makes it difficult to feel hostile.
Fu Xuan couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but she didn't need to see it clearly. The hexagram would give her guidance. Although the invisible fog could block peeping, there would still be loopholes.
"As long as you are related to An Ming's fate, I will know it," Fu Xuan said coldly, raising the Fateless Sword to point at the cloaked man, "Robin, I didn't expect you to come in person."
After the blue light spot was released, Fu Xuan immediately went to spy on what had happened. Although there was no Qiongguan Formation to assist him, he could still see most of the content clearly.
She knew the story of the robin and An Ming, so she was surprised but not surprised.
"Fu Taibu, you are indeed very intelligent," said the robin with a gentle smile on his face. He took off his hood to reveal his equally beautiful face.
Compared to the gorgeous perfection when she is fully made up, the little bird after the rain has a more approachable and pure feeling of a girl next door, and her blue eyes like the clear sky after the rain are even more charming.
The small feathers behind its ears quietly turned black. The robin pursed its lips and smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in its eyes.
"Hehe, you are timid because you are afraid that An Ming will see you in your current state. Am I right?" Fu Xuan raised her eyebrows and raised the Sword of No Life. The formation under her feet burst into dazzling light. She has never been afraid.
What's more, since it concerns An Ming and his reputation, Fu Xuan will not take a single step back.
Where did this wild bird come from? The sense of crisis it brings is not even a fraction of that brought by the fireflies... Fu Xuan thought so, and the blood color in his eyes spread again.
"The next day," the robin took a half step back, where it was cut off by a blood-red sword energy.
Her expression remained unchanged, like an elegant singer dancing on her own stage, so natural that there was no trace of flaw.
"Give me the calendar."
The robin smiled at Fu Xuan, and the dancing notes turned into calendar chains that connected the sky and earth of Taibusi, blocking all perceptions from the outside world and creating a space that would not be disturbed by anyone.
"You hid it so well..." Fu Xuan bit his lower lip lightly and felt a huge pressure. The oppressive feeling brought by the smiling singer in front of him was difficult to describe in words.
Ling Shi... Damn it, did An Ming have to pick such challenging opponents for her? !
"I will carry his hope and protect this power."
The robin is still gentle, as if it has never changed. It has always been the robin on the stage that brings hope to everyone, "The Third Day."
"Give me words."