Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

Eighteen Ways to Pursue Girls

"1. Understand a girl's past and don't do things she hates..." This is just common street literature, but Mo Feng just loves to read it. As the captain of the Cloud Cavalry, he bought this kind of street literature after he got the Xundi.

So that's how it is. After reading this secret book, Mo Feng seemed to understand a lot of new worlds. To pursue Taibu, you must first understand Taibu's past. Speaking of which, Taibu has lived for more than two hundred years. Who should I find to understand?

Mo Feng first found Qingque, and after using the Xundi method to trick him, he still managed to get a lot of information out of him. Hmm... he was from Yuque, and then he checked a lot of history books. After all, Fu Xuan was quite famous when he was a child, and history books more or less wrote about him. Finally... he also found Fu Xuan's superior, God knows where he got the courage from.

"You want to know Fu Qing?" Jing Yuan looked at the new garrison commander who was asking to see him. Yan Qing was also looking at this colleague with a dumbfounded expression.

"Good, good - finally someone understands Fu Qing's good points." Jing Yuan seemed to understand something and slapped his thigh. If someone familiar with him knew that he must be planning something, the whole Xianzhou Alliance knew that General Shen Ce had countless tricks.

But anyway, thanks to General Jing Yuan, Mo Feng even knew some very detailed things, such as Fu Xuan's birthday, blood type, and preferences. Could it be that the general was encouraging him to pursue Fu Xuan? Mo Feng felt a little self-indulgent, but the fact seemed to be like this. Mo Feng seemed to have a wingman. That's how the local literature introduced it: a good wingman military advisor is half the success.

Jing Yuan also specifically instructed him not to say that he was the one who told Mo Feng, otherwise he was afraid that Fu Qing would keep looking for him and he would probably have to report it to Marshal Fu Hua and write a long impeachment letter.

So, you can imagine.

In the conversation with Fu Xuan, Mo Feng lied. Of course he knew who Qing Feng was.

But there was indeed no such person as Qing Feng in his original memory. It was through General Jingyuan Mo Feng that he learned about Qing Feng. In fact, Mo Feng had been curious about him since Fu Xuan first asked him, "Do you know Qing Feng?"

Was he similar to Qing Feng? Was he considered a substitute for Qing Feng, which was why Fu Xuan admired him?

Mo Feng has been worried about gains and losses since he was a child, probably because he lost too much, so he began to dislike Qing Feng.

Mo Feng can be sure that he is himself, and Qing Feng is Qing Feng, not Mo Feng. Although the mystery of his life experience has not been completely solved, but...

"I am me..." Mo Feng murmured.

Mo Feng didn't know what he felt in his heart, maybe it was jealousy. He felt that he was really a selfish person. He obviously had no right to deprive Master Taibu of his white moonlight, but he just didn't want to accept such a thing.

Why does Qing Feng exist in the world... Why can I only be a substitute for Qing Feng?

Mo Feng is like the figure that is always behind Qing Feng, with no value in existence.

"What? You gave up after knowing there was such a competitor, and a dead competitor at that." Jing Yuan saw Mo Feng's depressed mood. As a general of Shen Ce, Jing Yuan was naturally not stupid. Even a fool could see that Mo Feng had special feelings for Fu Xuan.

He felt that this was also an opportunity for Fu Xuan, an opportunity to completely get rid of his inner demons. Even if she didn't say why Fu Xuan favored Mo Feng, Jing Yuan could guess that she saw the shadow of Qing Feng in Mo Feng, at least that's what she felt subconsciously.

"I..." Mo Feng stammered, not knowing what to say. He didn't expect that Jing Yuan had figured out his little tricks clearly after he was distracted for just a moment.

"If this is all you realize, I advise you to give up as soon as possible. The distance between the short-lived species and the long-lived species is like a chasm. I am not looking down on you. I am telling you this because I value you. If it were you, would you fall in love with someone who can only accompany you for less than one tenth of your lifespan?" Jing Yuan said earnestly, "If you only realize this, it will not only harm yourself, but also Fu Qing. Don't look at her as if she is an adult, her heart is not mature enough."

"What should I do?" Mo Feng didn't understand this principle for the first time. The life span of the short-lived species is just a moment in the eyes of the long-lived species.

"How to do it? How can I, who has never been in love, teach you?" Jing Yuan said with a smile, "How to do it is your own business. But first make one thing clear, you have to surpass that dead man in Fu Qing's heart. You are Mo Feng, right? You are not a substitute for Qing Feng. You are you."

……

"Good afternoon, Lord Taibu." Mo Feng waited at the agreed time an hour in advance. This was his first small step and also a crucial one.

Of course Fu Xuan arrived on time, accurate to the second, which is considered an occupational disease.

Fu Xuan nodded. She didn’t sleep well last night and had been feeling tired. If she hadn’t had an appointment, she would probably be catching up on her sleep.

"Master Bu, please follow me..." Mo Feng led the way respectfully. He had already reserved a location and everything was ready.

Mo Feng followed the guide of the street literature, chose a place with beautiful scenery, and picked the dishes that the other person liked...

Everything is just as the book says.

Mo Feng had already memorized Fu Xuan's preferences in advance.

The table was filled with Yuque's local dishes. Mo Feng had made an appointment with the chef in advance and invited Yuque's chef to prepare these dishes.

But Mo Feng himself didn't seem to realize that this process was somewhat mechanical.

It was so mechanical... lacking in human touch. Mo Feng also felt that he was weird, as if he was being coerced by something. If I had to make an analogy, it was like a chess pawn crossing the river, begging the person commanding it not to give it away and treat it as a discarded piece.

"Mo Feng, I wanted to tell you directly yesterday. But it's not too late now..." Fu Xuan sighed. After returning, she thought a lot and decided that this method was the most appropriate. "Listen to me, put your mind elsewhere. You obviously have many better options."

Fu Xuan deliberately did not use the pronoun "this seat". She was admonishing the person who was a little obsessed in front of her in the tone of a friend, rather than Luofu Taibu.

"Master Taibu..." Mo Feng was a little scared.

"I'm not scolding you in the tone of an ether divination now, but I'm being honest with you. I'm used to seeing the vicissitudes of life, separations and partings. Love is too far away from me. You can't even imagine the distance between the immortal species and the short-lived species." Fu Xuan picked up the dish and put it in the bowl, "Please don't waste your time on me..."

"Is it true that I am not as good as Qing Feng? After all, I am just his substitute..." Mo Feng's emotions were a little out of control.

"You really do know something... but you misunderstood. I never thought of you as a substitute for him. Even if it was Qing Feng sitting in front of me now, my answer would be the same. How well do you know me? I am the executioner who pushed Fang Hu into the abyss, and I am also a capitalist leader with a bad temper who yells at his subordinates." Fu Xuan said self-deprecatingly, "Just be yourself, don't live like a machine, you have your own life, don't you? Don't you have your own ideals, don't you? Why do you want to be bound to an executioner like me?"

"but I……"

"Believe me, many emotions will heal over time. You will probably be able to adapt in a few years. Don't live for others, and don't always think of yourself as someone's pawn. This name is really ugly." Fu Xuan continued, "It's okay to hate me, but don't live like this."

"I understand……"

"Hmm, you are almost going to war and you are still wasting time on these things. Next time you return victorious, I will ask the general to grant you a long vacation. Don't you like the stars? Go and have a look while you are still young." Fu Xuan smiled. She resumed her tone of a fortune teller. I am really not used to hearing so many words before.

Perhaps it was out of guilt for using Mo Feng in the past, or perhaps it was because of the feeling that his bad luck brought to him, Fu Xuan didn't want to see Mo Feng like this. He was just like himself now, being led by fate and no longer living his own life.

I don't care about it anymore, I'm used to it.

At least he shouldn't live like this. People are talents first. And he is a short-lived person. Life is short, so why bother looking for an invisible future on the other side that cannot be seen?

Besides, is a butcher like me, a paranoid who thinks he can choose the fate of others, worthy of being loved? What is love, exactly?