Riding the Pheonix Chapter 189: Brother

After taking a bath, Duofu was sent to bed, while Mingwei sat in front of the window and meditated. ()

She thought for a while and wrote the word Ningxiu on the white paper.

This was the first time she heard this name. Seventy years later, Ning Xiu is about a hundred years old and has changed a generation. It’s not surprising that he hasn’t heard of it, but...

She wrote Jue Xian again on the other side.

This piece of music is not a widely circulated one. She has only heard her master play it, but Ning Xiu said that it was composed by him.

What is even stranger is his technique.

On the carriage earlier, Yang Shu was right about one thing.

Using Qin to control Qi, Ning Xiu’s approach is very similar to hers.

However, his Qinyin is martial arts, based on lethality. Her flute music uses energy to control the law and focuses on exorcising evil spirits. Just like two flowers blooming on the same tree, they have similar roots but different paths.

She did know that there were several sects that practiced sound wave skills, but no sect was so close to hers.

These two factors are enough to show that Ning Xiu has some kind of relationship with his master.

Normally speaking, if it is not in the name of master and disciple, the skills are rarely spread.

However, she knew that her master’s name was not Ning Xiu.

The life master lineage has been lost for a long time. It wasn't until the master found the soul-suppressing tablet that the name of the fortune teller reappeared.

Calculating time, the master is still an ordinary Xuanshi, and the soul-suppressing card that represents the identity of the master is still missing.

This is why she dares to call herself a fortune teller.

Mingwei put down her pen and sighed.

She had a wild temper in her early years and didn't like to listen to her master's talk about ancient times. Therefore, she knew only a few details about her master's life and deeds, so it was impossible to infer what kind of relationship Ning Xiu had with her master.

Hmm... maybe she can start with Ning Xiu and find her master first? In that case, the fortune teller might appear in advance.

……

Yang Shu stared at the other person for a while, then withdrew his gaze and jumped down from the wall.

"What little junior brother? I don't have a master."

Ning Xiu also jumped off the roof and followed him: "Whether you admit it or not, your swordsmanship was taught by your master."

Yang Shu sneered: "There are many people who have taught me. In addition to my grandparents, there are also riding masters, marksmanship masters, military arts masters, classics masters... If anyone wants to call me junior brother, I can't. I can’t shout."

As he spoke, he entered his yard.

Ning Xiu did not argue with him, but just followed him.

"Young Master!" Xiaotong, who was waiting under the eaves, saw him and came up to him happily. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked at Ning Xiu behind him, "Master, do you have a guest?"

Yang Shu asked her without comment, "Where is Awan?"

"Sister Awan was very busy today, so she went to bed as soon as she came back."

Yang Shu nodded: "You go to sleep too!"

Xiaotong blinked: "Master, if you are entertaining guests, don't you want your slaves to serve you tea?"

"What kind of guest is he?" Yang Shu muttered and patted her head with a fan, "You are missing someone in the house? If you come back late in the future, don't wait. The child needs to sleep more. Grow taller."

Xiaotong reluctantly went to bed. Before leaving, she looked at the maids who greeted her enthusiastically and snorted.

Ning Xiu looked at the maids coldly. They were all the same age as Hua Hua, and they were all dressed in fancy clothes.

"Young Master..."

Before he said a word, he was interrupted by Yang Shu: "Come on, come on, didn't I tell you earlier? Don't show up without calling you!"

The leading maid showed an aggrieved expression: "But, Sister Awan is not here, and the young master always needs someone to serve him."

"Am I without arms or legs?" Yang Shu looked coldly, "If you don't obey me, get out of here!"

Seeing his anger, the maids fell silent.

"Still not leaving?"

The maids had no choice but to bow their knees and retreat.

Yang Shuhuo opened the folding fan and waved it a few times before striding into the study.

Ning Xiu followed up and said unhurriedly: "Everyone in the capital said that the third son of Bolinghou Mansion was lustful and indulged in life, wallowing in women. Why are you so angry today?"

Yang Shu lazily said: "Do I need to explain to you?"

Ning Xiu didn't take it seriously, sat down opposite him, and continued: "When I first arrived in the capital two years ago, I heard these rumors. I didn't believe that the person chosen by Master would be like this, so I inquired again. It turns out that three years ago Before, the third son of Bolinghou Mansion did not have such a reputation. The eldest princess and Bolinghou were very tight-knit and did not do anything serious except being a little indulgent. Later, the eldest princess and Bolinghou died one after another, and the one-year filial piety period In the past, Young Master Yang became synonymous with romance."

At this point, Ning Xiu stopped: "Can you tell me what's the relationship between this?"

Yang Shu was unhappy to begin with, and now he was even more irritable: "Do you really think that you are my senior brother and care about everything? That old Taoist just taught me a set of swordsmanship, and he has been away for more than ten years. Now, I'm here to meddle in other people's business!"

"Are you blaming Master for not caring about you?"

"Hey!" Yang Shu pointed the fan at him, "Don't talk nonsense. I have never been a master. Where did I get a master?"

Ning Xiu smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. Before Master died, he asked me to come to the capital to see you. If anything goes wrong, I, as a senior brother, cannot ignore it. I obey Master. It’s up to you whether you accept your fate or not.”

Yang Shu was just about to serve tea when he heard these words and almost lost his balance: "What did you say? Is that old Taoist dead?"

Ning Xiu nodded: "My master passed away years ago, so I came to the capital."

Looking at the way he lowered his eyes, he added: "You don't have to be sad. Master died in a sitting position at the end of his life. The reincarnation of life and death is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth."

Yang Shu's lips trembled: "Who is sad? I have only been with him for a few months, and more than ten years have passed, and I have long forgotten what he is like."

Ning Xiu nodded: "It's good if you don't feel sad." He added, "Master said that if you had left with him, nothing would have happened. But if you didn't leave, you would still be in this mortal world, with us. The fate is shallow. It would be bad for both of us to have more contact with you. So, I didn’t come until now."

Yang Shu whispered: "Who wants him to take care of it!"

Ning Xiu looked at him quietly: "In Changlechi, you could have ignored it, but you still stepped forward, which shows that your nature is not bad. In these years, you have not lost your martial arts, which is not an insult to the teacher. Door."

"Humph!"

"Those maids~IndoMTL.com~ were added after the death of the eldest princess and Marquis Boling, right? It seems that you have indeed lived a ridiculous life."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Shu said, "What do you mean by ridiculous days? I am a noble man, and what is wrong with being surrounded by maids? If I don't need maids, why can't I use old women?"

"So, you just used them to serve, and didn't do anything..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Yang Shu interrupted him, "What are you doing? Does it have anything to do with you? Even if it does, so what? I'm a normal man..."

"You are still young..."

"Why are you so small? At my age, I already have several children."

"Then why didn't you?"

Yang Shu suddenly became quiet.

Ning Xiu said: "Don't be angry with yourself. If you have any difficulties, tell your senior brother."