Riding the Pheonix Chapter 444: Expert

After Yang Shu left, Mingwei lived a very leisurely life every day.

Spring has just entered April in the northwest. She sleeps until three o'clock in the morning before getting up to eat and drink.

Then I either bask in the sun or chat with Ning Leisurely.

Ning Xiu asked her: "What about the flute?"

It's been so many days and I won't return it without asking her.

Mingwei took it out, but had no intention of handing it over.

"Who made this flute? The craftsmanship is very good."

Ning Xiu said: "I only know the owner of the flute, how can I know the person who made the flute?"

Just like most people who play the harp don't know how to cut the harp, those who play the flute may not necessarily know how to make the flute.

"Really?" Mingwei touched the flute inch by inch. She found that she could accurately touch out every detail with her eyes closed.

This is a very magical feeling, as if she has touched this flute thousands of times.

For example, if she moved her finger down, she would know that there would be a slight dent at the end of the flute pipe...

"How could this happen..." she whispered.

Ning Xiu felt something was wrong and asked her: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

After a long while, Mingwei let go of his hand and said, "I once had a flute that was exactly the same as it."

Ning Xiu recalled for a moment that the flute she used before was different from this one, and then said: "You asked me if I know the owner of the flute because you want to know if he is the same maker as your flute. Personally?"

"No." Mingwei said, "They are definitely not the same person."

Ning Xiu was startled: "Why?"

How would Mingwei answer this question? Could it be that it was because she knew that the person who made the flute did not exist in this world yet?

No, according to time, he has already been born, but he is still in his infancy.

"Sir, can you tell me the owner of this flute?"

Ning Xiu nodded: "Actually, I met him a long time ago. At that time, I had not yet left school, and I stayed with my master in a Taoist temple. That Taoist temple is located in famous mountains and rivers, with magnificent scenery. I I really like a huge rock on the top of the mountain, so I play the piano there all the time..."

"One day, when I went to the top of the mountain, I saw a man sitting on the boulder. He was playing the flute. Although he did not use his inner strength, I could tell that his sound wave skills must be very powerful. He They saw me carrying the piano and asked me if they could play a piece together, and I agreed. It was the happiest time in my life to play with others, and I deeply realized what was lacking in my own piano sound."

"From that day on, we met on the top of the mountain every day, sometimes playing together, sometimes talking about music. With his guidance, I made rapid progress in music." Ning Xiu asked her, "Do you still remember the piece called Juexian?" Right? It was composed under his guidance."

Mingwei was stunned: "Really? What kind of person is he? How old is he? What does he look like? Does he have a name?"

Ning Xiu shook his head: "I don't know his name, and I asked him before, but he didn't answer. Is he about forty or fifty, or sixty or seventy, not sure about his age. His appearance is ordinary, but He behaves in a very noble manner."

Some worldly masters have profound cultivation and excellent maintenance, so their specific age cannot be seen.

Mingwei asked: "Is there a scar on his face? It's probably at this location."

She stretched out her hand and scratched it from her right cheekbone to her ear.

"No." Ning Xiu said firmly, "It's just a very ordinary appearance."

Seeing that Ming was slightly distracted, he asked: "Why, are you talking about an acquaintance of yours?"

Mingwei whispered: "That's my...master."

Ning Xiu looked at her in surprise: "Your master?"

He knew that Mingwei's mysterious origins were weird, but there was really nothing to say about her life experience. He didn't expect to talk about her master in this situation.

Mingwei shook his head and smiled: "I'm overthinking it. Why is my master here? He..."

Ning Xiu looked at the flute in her hand: "The flute you mentioned was made by your master?"

"Yes. Since I started learning flute, he personally selected the materials to make it. I used it for a long, long time until..."

Until I climb Mang Mountain, travel through time and space, and return to the present era.

That flute has been with her for more than ten years, and she will never forget the feeling.

"What happened next? Do you still have contact with the master?"

Ning Xiu said regretfully: "No. He probably stayed with me for more than a month and then stopped coming. The last time, I saw his flute on the stone, but no one. He never came again after that. Never encountered it."

"Until now?"

"Until now."

Despite being reluctant to part with it, Mingwei still returned the flute to him.

"If it were another situation, maybe I would ask for this flute from my husband. But the flute is my husband's wish, and it's not easy for me to win people's love."

Ning Xiu took back the flute, put it into the secret compartment of the instrument, and said slowly: "Although I have never seen him again, I think that senior can be seen as a very capable person, and he must still be able to do it." Living somewhere in this world."

Mingwei nodded and brought the topic to an end.

Perhaps this person has something to do with Master? Maybe the master learned how to make flutes from him.

……

The war on the grassland is in full swing, and every once in a while, they will receive battle reports from the front. ~IndoMTL.com~ In the beginning, Yang Shu would write letters to them and talk about his experiences. Later, because of the fierce war, he sent back fewer and fewer letters.

Su Tu returned to the royal court and quickly reorganized his troops. Before the Qi army arrived, he severely punished the rebellious small tribe.

Then he led his troops back to the defense and encountered the Qi army on the grassland.

I don’t know how he dealt with it. The tribes that ran away finally joined forces with him.

Then it’s a tug of war between you and me.

The Hu people are fierce, and Zong Xu only brought 100,000 soldiers and horses, so he could not engulf the opponent for a while.

Mingwei was very worried. She knew what kind of temper Jinshang was, and she must have been displeased when she sent troops to the grassland without his consent. If a few months later, if the results are not impressive enough, they might be ordered to withdraw their troops.

This is an excellent opportunity! With a general like Zong Xu and the Eight Tribes of Beihu at a time when their power is at its weakest, if more than 100,000 soldiers and horses are mobilized, this might be a battle to destroy the country.

But she also understood the emperor's hesitation. After all, there was a Chu country in the south that was eyeing him. If they cannot be wiped out in one go, if the Chu State invades, it will be a two-front war, which will be a heavy burden for the entire country.

Messages have been passing between the northwest and the capital for a long time.

It was not until two months later that Mingwei received news that the emperor had reluctantly agreed to the expedition, but a breakthrough must be made before winter.

Guo Xu’s handiwork is indispensable among them.

I heard that his story of entering the enemy camp alone has been made into a story by storytellers and widely publicized in the tavern.

After this battle, it is a certainty that he will return to the political hall.

Time passes slowly and quickly, and it’s autumn in the blink of an eye...