Riding the Pheonix Chapter 72: Private meeting

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, but within a moment, the heavy rain turned into a downpour.

This spring, it finally started to rain.

Bing Xin hurried over and handed the food box in her arms to Sujie under the eaves. While wiping the water droplets on her face, she complained: "The rain is coming as soon as I want, and I ran there even a little late. ”

Sujie said: "You've been soaked like this, so don't wipe it off. Go back and take a shower."

The two said and entered the house.

In the room, Nanny Tong was leaning against the bed, looking depressed.

Awan is diagnosing her pulse.

Mingwei sat on the other side and made a silencing gesture towards them.

The two of them put down the food box gently, one went to wash and change clothes, and the other took out the food.

After a while, Ah Wan took back her hand and said, "There's nothing wrong with you, just give me a prescription to rest. Just open your mind and don't stuff yourself up, otherwise you'll get sick even if you're not sick."

Hearing what she said, the girls in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Mrs. Mingsan passed away, Grandma Tong has fallen ill. She was getting older, and they were afraid that grandma wouldn't be able to hold on.

Awan drew up a prescription, and Duofu went out to order someone to get the medicine.

Sujie helped Nanny Tong up and served her to eat.

Mingwei and Awan left the house.

However, in just a few days, Yu Fangyuan became a lot colder, and the servants passing by in a hurry were all listless.

Not only Yu Fangyuan, but the entire Ming Dynasty is like this.

One died, several fell ill, and they were lifeless.

Mingwei stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the dripping rain.

It's really strange. She and Mrs. Mingsan have been in a mother-daughter relationship for just over a month. She has been used to being alone for a long time, but now she feels extremely lonely.

"Young Master wants to see you." Ah Wan said.

Mingwei nodded: "When?"

"I will make my own arrangements when the time comes."

"Yeah."

Awan said no more, and Mingwei no longer asked.

It rained heavily all day and night.

In the early morning of the next day, Duofu said: "The purple bamboo in the garden was struck by lightning last night."

Mingwei raised his head and looked outside through the window.

Duofu smiled and said: "The purple bamboo is over there, you can't see it like this."

Mingwei drank the remaining goat milk and stood up: "Let's go and have a look."

The master and servant went around to the other end of the garden, and sure enough they saw Zizhu, which was half struck by lightning.

Several gardeners are cutting down the broken branches.

Mingwei looked at it for a while and said, "Cut this section off and give it to me."

The gardener followed her instructions and cut off the section she marked.

Mingwei took the bamboo tube back and went back.

Awan went out for a walk after dinner, and what she saw was Mingwei sitting under the eaves, slowly peeling a bamboo pipe.

"What are you doing?"

Ming Wei didn’t even raise his head: “Guess.”

Awan frowned and looked for a while: "Making a flute?"

"It's the flute." Mingwei said, "The flute is played horizontally and the flute is played vertically."

Ah Wan thought to herself, I am not that ignorant, it’s just that you just cut a few holes and you can’t tell.

She remembered what the young master had said about what happened that night.

"Are you used to using the flute to control wandering spirits?"

"To be precise, it's to save the soul." Mingwei corrected seriously.

Awan didn’t understand: “Is there a difference?”

"Yes. The duty of a fortune teller is to sweep away evil spirits in the world. Under normal circumstances, the soul should be sent to death. Therefore, it is not to control, but to transcend."

There was a sense of conviction when she said this.

Awan doesn’t quite understand. She followed the young master at the age of six and learned a lot in the past ten years. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts and medical skills, but these are all learned by useful talents.

She learned martial arts not to become the best in the world or to explore the secrets of martial arts.

She did not study medicine to help the world and save all sentient beings in the world.

It's just that with martial arts, I can stop holding the young master back, and with medical skills, I can help the young master do more things.

But Mingwei is not like this.

She studies occult arts and has a lofty belief.

Sweep the world and protect the common people.

Awan has always felt that this kind of slogan is very vain. The more ambitious the goal, the more it seems like an excuse to comfort herself.

But she seemed to be executing it very seriously.

The young master said that most of the people in this world are only upright and upright on the surface, and it is rare for there to be one or two who are consistent on the inside and outside.

Could it be that she is a rare and truly good person?

A whistle came from the sky.

Ah Wan looked up and said, "Young Master is here."

Mingwei looked up and saw a white eagle circling in the sky.

This white eagle is all white, with only the tips of its wings a bit as thick as ink. It is both beautiful and heroic.

Mingwei praised: "Good Eagle, has your young master changed?"

Awan stared: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You said the young master is here, and looking at the eagle, of course I thought the eagle was your young master."

"..." Ah Wan decided to take back what she just said.

How does this person look like a good person? It's too narrow-minded to tease her when nothing happens!

Ming smiled and continued to cut her flute.

The dark purple bamboo has a trace of a blackened lightning strike.

The flute in her previous life was made from lightning-struck wood by her master.

Last night there was a heavy rain, and the lightning-struck bamboo was delivered to her.

God seemed to be reminding her in this way who she was and why she was here.

It’s not about becoming Miss Mingqi, nor is it about regaining family ties.

But to change the destiny of the world and not to end up in an inhumane and chaotic world.

Not long after, Aunt Hu, who was beside the second lady, came over.

"Miss Seven," she saluted respectfully, "there is someone outside to pick you up."

Mingwei nodded, entered the room and told Duofu, then said: "Let's go."

Aunt Hu didn’t say who came to pick her up~IndoMTL.com~ and she didn’t ask.

Everyone knows this.

A carriage decorated with gold and jade was parked at the side door with no intention of covering it up.

Mingwei got on the carriage and walked forward for a while when he suddenly laughed.

Awan was confused: "Why are you laughing?"

"The reputation of your young master is very useful. Even the Ming family dare not touch me now." She said.

Awan rolled her eyes.

Mingwei added: "When I get into this car today, in the eyes of others, I have nothing to do with him. You have to tell him that he will be responsible for what he has done!"

Ah Wan snorted: "Don't you know that my young master is famous for being irresponsible?"

"He doesn't have to be responsible for others, but for me, he must be responsible."

Awan twisted her head and thought, dreaming! Putting aside her eccentric origins, just her apparent identity, how could she be worthy of being a young master?

No words were spoken all the way, and the carriage drove into the backyard of a restaurant.

As soon as they got out of the car, someone came to greet them and led them respectfully to the guest room upstairs.

Mingwei stepped in the door and saw Yang Shu lazily leaning in front of the window, playing with the ivory folding fan in his hand and looking down at the passersby downstairs.

"Master." Ah Wan called.

Yang Shu turned around and looked over and said with a smile: "Have you been suffering these past few days? Ah Xuan said that you either drink porridge or eat steamed buns every day."

"Yeah!" Ah Wan complained, "I can't even taste any meat."

Yang Shu laughed, stretched out his hand and scratched her nose: "I want you to have a good meal today, go order some food!"

This is to get rid of her.

Awan was not happy.

"Good boy, go quickly! I haven't eaten until now because I'm waiting for you!" Yang Shu coaxed her.

Awan stamped her feet, turned around and went out.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. From the beginning to the end, there was no one around, and I didn’t even glance at Ming Wei.