Riding the Pheonix Chapter 223: Jianghu

So, avoidance cannot solve the problem. ()

He was so unwilling to give up, Ning Xiu had to reply: "The eldest princess said that you are not suitable for the capital..."

"Bah!" Yang Shu said unceremoniously, "I was born and raised here, so why am I not suitable? Wandering around like you, I can't get used to that kind of hard life!"

"But you are too wild-tempered..."

Yang Shu sneered: "How could I be wild? If I am not doing well now, how could I be wild?"

Ning Xiu shut up again.

"Tell me! What are you plotting? Why do you want to send me there to suffer as a Taoist priest?"

"If you don't become a monk, my senior brother has not become a monk."

"Is this the point?" Yang Shu almost jumped up.

But this time, no matter how angry he was, Ning Xiu just didn't answer.

Yang Shu was so angry: "...Go, go, go! I've never seen someone come to my door as a senior brother. I don't need your help, and you don't have to check for me!"

Ning Xiu thought for a while and stood up: "Then I'll leave first. If you need anything, use this to send me a message."

He left a piccolo behind and left neatly.

Yang Shu became even more angry. Who are you? He said he was going to get out, but he actually got out!

But he couldn't bring himself to stay with Ning Xiu, so he could only watch him go out.

Ming Wei slowly drank a cup of tea and said, "You are so arrogant because of your favor!"

"Hey!"

Mingwei waved his hand: "Don't take your anger out on me. I'm not your senior brother. You can let your anger out without getting angry."

Yang Shu became even more angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. After being frustrated for a long time, he finally said: "Can you speak? Shouldn't you comfort me at this time?"

Mingwei blinked: "Oh."

Then he reached out and touched his head: "Don't be angry, be good."

"..."

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" His cheeks turned red and he walked out. He accidentally hit his head on the door frame.

Mingwei couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Yang Shu became even more annoyed, snorted and walked away angrily.

Seeing his figure disappear, Mingwei stopped smiling and looked at the remaining tea on the table.

Ning Xiu’s reaction was a bit strange. He definitely didn’t tell the whole truth. Yang Shu was born in the Hou Mansion and raised in a pampered manner. It was hard for him to leave the capital. Without servants and maids around him, without fine clothes and food, it would be unimaginable for him to live like a wanderer.

Why did the eldest princess send him away? What dangers were there in the capital that made her think Yang Shu would be better off outside? Also, how could she die so suddenly and leave such last words?

There are too many things that don't make sense.

The clapper rings, it’s already the fourth update.

Mingwei stood up and stretched, preparing to go back to rest.

The case of the bones in Qiaodong came to an end, and Xuanfei appeared in a way she had never thought of. She needs to think carefully about the issue of Xuandu Temple...

……

After half a month, Ji Xiaowu almost cried when he saw the front door of his house.

"My mother, she is finally back alive! Ouch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a blow on the head, but Mr. Ji came out of the door.

"If you go out for a study tour, you will have to live or die. Can you make a difference?"

Ji Xiaowu covered his head, tears about to flow.

Dad, your son really almost died, did you know?

"Brother-in-law!" Zhuer jumped out.

Ji Xiaowu was moved to tears, thinking that Zhuer would be better...

"Did your husband beat you home?"

"..." Whose child is there? Is anyone taking care of it?

Mingwei walked over and picked up Zhuer: "My uncle is sad, let's not laugh at him."

"Oh..."

After dinner, the two went to the roof of the yard next door to talk.

"You taught me mystical arts, do you keep your word?"

"Of course." Mingwei pointed at Duofu in the yard, "I've already told Duofu that you can teach whatever you want to learn."

Ji Xiaowu was unhappy: "Are you sincere? Will you die if you teach me yourself?"

"Don't look down on Duofu, okay?"

"I don't look down on Duofu, you look down on me!"

Mingwei felt that this conversation was a bit unsatisfactory, so he said: "I have very important things to do and I don't have time."

"What's important?" If he didn't ask the question to the end, he wouldn't be Ji Xiaowu.

"Now is not the time to tell you."

“Tch!” Ji Xiaowu turned his head.

Ming looked at him with a squinting smile: "Cousin, you have experienced the so-called Jianghu personally. How do you feel?"

Ji Xiaowu curled his lips: "Come on! I'm just going to sing in a big show! Jianghu? Where are Jianghu?"

"Beggars!" Mingwei said, "You can't deny that the Beggars are part of Jianghu, right?"

"That's what I said, but..." Ji Xiaowu didn't know how to express it, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Then let me ask you a question, have you read so many story books, do they contain any information about where the money for them to travel around the world comes from?"

Ji Xiaowu scratched his head and couldn't remember.

"I didn't even write it, right? Because it was beautified. People need to eat, clothe, and have physical and psychological needs to live, and these all cost money. The low-class people like the Beijing Beggars, what? They do all kinds of dirty things. The better ones are just like the Los Angeles Beggar Gang. Although they don’t do such unscrupulous things, casinos and brothels, these businesses walk the line between black and white, and they will cross the line if they are careful."

Ji Xiaowu whispered: "I want to be a god..."

Mingwei chuckled: "The so-called immortals are nothing more than Jianghu people who know mystical arts. The principle is the same. You haven't seen the people of the Mystical Sect yet, but when you do, you will know that they also have seven emotions and six desires, just like ordinary people. There’s no difference.”

Ji Xiaowu looked at her sideways and said, "You talk about a lot of truths, so why do you act like a good daughter and wander around in the world?"

"I can't help it!" Mingwei spread his hands, "The chosen one, but I am the fortune teller. If I don't take responsibility, who will take responsibility?"

"Bah!" Ji Xiaowu was defeated by her shamelessness.

Ming smiled.

After she finished laughing, she said: "Okay, I'm going to practice."

Ji Xiaowu’s eyes lit up: “Teach me!”

Mingwei thought for a while: "That's okay~IndoMTL.com~You should memorize this formula first..."

……

In the Ji family courtyard, Mrs. Dong was shaking her fan while looking at Ji Xiaowu and Mingwei on the roof next door: "My cousin and Xiaowu have a very good relationship!"

Ji Ling glanced over and wondered: "They can actually get on with each other? My cousin hasn't said she's breaking off the engagement until now. How strange!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was photographed by Mr. Dong: "Do you think of me as an elder brother? Do you wish that your younger brother would be despised?"

Ji Ling defended: "No, you don't know my cousin... Oh, in short, she is much more powerful than Xiao Wu, so it's not a good match!"

"What's the incompatibility?" Mrs. Dong disagreed, "My cousin is mentally mature, which is also due to his background. In fact, their personalities are quite similar. You see there are so many people in our family, who can talk about Xiao Wu's crazy things? Are you serious? Only my cousin can talk to him."

Ji Ling thought for a while: "It seems reasonable..."

So, can we still expect my cousin to stay?