Riding the Pheonix Chapter 46: Exposed

"Wrong!"

"What?"

Ming Wei said: "Dead people cannot keep secrets."

Mr. Yang: "..."

Mingwei looked into his eyes and said, "No matter what kind of dead person, I can make him speak."

The smile on Mr. Yang's face slowly faded, he pinched her hand and crawled on her tender neck, as if he was ready to move.

Mingwei had to breathe more slowly.

In the short confrontation just now, she probably got a feel for Mr. Yang’s temperament.

Under that skin of a swinger, there is a ruthless self hidden. He doesn't like people lying, and the more they use tricks, the more ruthless he will be.

Her current skills are low. If she wants to leave here safely, she can only impress him.

Mr. Yang looked at her condescendingly, with no smile on his face.

This otherworldly face can only be scrutinized at this moment.

But Mingwei thinks this is a good sign.

This shows that he has taken off that skin.

"Who are you?"

Not waiting for Mingwei's reply, Mr. Yang said: "Don't bother making it up, I've already asked someone to inquire about it. The seventh lady of the Ming family was originally a foolish fool who was born with a ghost. Just more than a month ago, she ran into a ghost. After being frightened, she suddenly recovered. According to the Ming family, Empress Xuannu was grateful for Mrs. Mingsan’s sincerity and sent her lost soul back..."

At this point, he smiled: "The story is quite round, but I don't believe in gods."

Mingwei silently swallowed the words she had thought of.

She hasn't seen such a rough and tumble person for a long time.

Having said that, with her previous skills, she didn’t need to make up any excuses.

Just do it, if you don’t agree, do it!

And now, if you don’t accept it, you can really do something to her...

Mr. Yang grabbed her wrist and slowly kneaded her palm, inch by inch, very carefully.

It is not a sweet and ambiguous rubbing between men and women, but to confirm something.

"What a delicate hand," he said softly, "I think I have been nurturing it, so my fingers are like onion roots. The cocoon at the tiger's mouth is very thin, the palm edge is still red and swollen, and the finger bones are not deformed. It looks like I just started practicing martial arts..."

At this point, he looked sharply: "But, your coping skills just now were very skillful. In a hurry, the light was insufficient, but the acupoints were horribly accurate. Using the flute to hold the palm, you also found the weakest joint. . Without more than ten years of skill, it is simply impossible to do this."

"So, you are not Miss Mingqi." He leaned closer and said word by word in her ear, "Where did you come from?"

Mingwei was quiet and said: "It seems that I am destined to be unlucky today. I accidentally lost my way and lost my life."

"Wrong!"

"What?"

He said: "When you play the flute, you have already leaked."

"Oh?"

"That piece of music was composed by a mysterious scholar a hundred years ago. Its original name was Wentian. Because he was sweeping up the world and often used this piece of music to save souls, it got another name, the song to save souls."

Mr. Yang smiled and said: "This tune is hardly circulated among the people. Most of the people who know it are Taoists. Where are you from, and how do you know this tune?"

Mingwei struggled to maintain his breathing and responded with the same smile: "Young master actually knows the soul-saving song, it seems not easy!"

The palms clasping her neck were tightened, causing her to groan.

"If you had just gone back obediently, I wouldn't have had time to pay attention to you for the time being. By chance, you got lost and ended up here..."

"Did Young Master have murderous intentions from the beginning?" Mingwei was curious, "Since you know I'm here, why do you still talk so unscrupulously?"

"No." Mr. Yang chuckled, "You hid it very well. I didn't know it at first. It wasn't until just now that when I was writing a letter, your breathing became a little heavier. I really want to know what I am writing. What?"

Ming Wei suddenly realized: "So you burned the letter."

"Okay! Now that you've satisfied your curiosity, shouldn't you also satisfy me?" He asked softly, "Miss Ming, who are you and why are you here? If you can honestly say , maybe I can give you a way to survive."

Mingwei thought about lightning.

It can be seen from the conversation just now that Young Master Yang is deeply trusted by the Holy Emperor.

He also has such martial arts and such scheming.

Because she is still weak, she cannot fall out with the Ming family for the time being.

But compared with him, the Ming family is nothing worth mentioning.

If she could leave the Ming family as soon as possible, Mrs. Ming San would not have to suffer those hardships.

In just a moment, Mingwei made a decision.

"Since the young master knows the soul-saving song, do you know who the master is who composed it?"

Mr. Yang’s eyes flashed slightly.

Mingwei continued: "His surname is Ning Jun, and he was a wealthy young man. The young man's family was in decline, and he wandered around the world, and unexpectedly learned the mystical arts. In his middle age, he had a small reputation, but he lost his wife because of the pursuit of his enemies. Female. In order to take revenge, he spent twenty years studying everywhere and became a master. After taking revenge, he received enlightenment from an expert and achieved great enlightenment. After experiencing troubled times in his later years, he traveled around, saved countless people, and gained a great reputation. Finally, with The body suppresses evil, saves the Taoist inheritance, and incarnates pure energy in the world."

"He is a master of mystical arts, he has learned from the best of all the schools, and he is benevolent and virtuous, and he has turned the tide. The mystical scholars in the world are willing to take him as the leader, so they gave him a unique title."

Mingwei looked into his eyes and softly said two words: "Fortune Master."

Mr. Yang looked at her without speaking.

"This is the story of the first generation of fortune tellers. Since then, fortune masters have been passed down from generation to generation, all taking the world as their own responsibility. It has been passed down for more than a hundred years, and the descendants of that generation of fortune masters disappeared unexpectedly. From then on, the name of fortune masters , disappeared from the world. ~IndoMTL.com~ Ming smiled: "Although not many people have heard the Duhun Song, there are also some who can play it. However, except for the descendants of the Master of Life, no one can control this music, let alone drive the wandering souls with this music. ”

Mr. Yang looked at her seriously.

Mingwei looked back quietly.

"What do you want?" he finally asked.

The strength on his neck relaxed for the first time, and Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, do you know why I am here?"

"Sent from the Ming family."

He answered so calmly, Mingwei couldn't help but be surprised.

Young Master Yang laughed: "You don't think that your Ming family is the only one who does this kind of thing, do you?"

"..." She really overestimated the integrity of these gentry!

"I want to leave the Ming family and go to the capital with my mother." She said.

He said: "You have to prove that you are useful."

Ming smiled: "Didn't I say it before? I can make any kind of dead person talk. Aren't you looking for a dead person? There are specialties in the art industry. This kind of thing should be left to professionals. OK."

Mr. Yang glanced at her: "You said you are the successor of the fortune teller, do I believe you? You said it yourself, the fortune master inheritance has been extinct. Who knows whether you, the successor of the fortune master, are true or false."

"Whether it's true or false, isn't it enough if you have the ability?"

Mr. Yang narrowed his eyes and thought, then suddenly his movements changed. The hand holding her neck grabbed her collar and tore it off.

"Chila——" the sound of cracking silk was heard, revealing a large area of ​​snow muscle.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his entire face against her neck.

Mingwei was stunned for a moment. This kind of skin-to-skin contact that exceeded the normal level made her very uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to break away.

At this time, the room was pushed open: "Third Young Master, you..."