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 had heard of this name. Seventy years later, Ning Xiu was about a hundred years old and had changed a generation. It was not surprising that she had not heard of it before, but...
She wrote Jue Xian on the other side.
This piece of music was not a widely circulated one. She had only heard her master play it, but Ning Xiu said it was composed by him.
What's 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, the sound of his zither is martial arts, based on lethality. The sound of her flute is based on energy control, focusing on exorcising evil spirits. It is like two flowers blooming on the same tree, with 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.
Ordinarily, if it is not in the name of master and disciple, the skills are rarely transmitted to outsiders.
However, she knew that her master's name was not Ning Xiu.
The lineage of fortune masters has been lost for a long time. It was not until the master found the soul-suppressing tablet that the name of fortune masters reappeared in the world.
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.
In her early years, she had a wild temper and did not 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 the master first? In that case, the life master may 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 masters, classics masters... If anyone wants to call me junior brother, I can't do it.
.”
With that said, he entered his yard.
Ning Xiu didn't argue with him, just followed him.
"Sir!" Xiaotong, who was waiting under the eaves, saw him and happily came forward to greet him. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked at Ning Xiu behind him, "Sir, do you have a guest?"
Yang Shu was noncommittal and asked her, "Where's Ah Wan?"
"Sister Awan was very busy today, so she went to bed when she got home."
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. Children need to sleep more to 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 of the same age and dressed in fancy clothes.
"Master..."
Without saying a word, he was interrupted by Yang Shu: "Let's go, let's go, 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."
"Do I have no arms or legs?" Yang Shu looked down coldly, "If you don't obey me, get out of here!"
Seeing him angry, the maids were as silent as a cicada.
"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 the Bolinghou Mansion is lustful and spends his days living among 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: "I came to the capital when I first heard these rumors. I didn't believe that the person chosen by Master would be like this, so I asked about it again. It turned out that three years ago, Bo
The third son of the Linghou 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 passed away one after another, and the one-year filial piety period passed, and Yang
The Third Young Master has become 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 you are in charge of everything? That old Taoist just taught me a set of swordsmanship, and he has been away for more than ten years, and now he is here
Minding your own business!"
"Are you complaining that Master doesn't care about you?"
"Hey!" Yang Shu pointed the fan at him, "Don't talk nonsense. I have never been a master. Where did I find a master?"
Ning Xiu smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not. Before the master died, he asked me to come to the capital to see you. If there is anything wrong, I, as a senior brother, cannot ignore it. I obey the master's orders, you
It doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not.”
Yang Shu was about to serve tea when he heard these words and almost lost his balance: "What did you say? That old Taoist is dead?"
Ning Xiu nodded: "Master passed away years ago, so I came to the capital."
Seeing 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, and your fate with us would be shallow.
It's not good 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, your martial arts has not been abandoned, so it is not an insult to the teacher."
"snort!"
"Those maids 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 young master from a noble family, and what's wrong with having a bunch of maids around me? If I don't need maids, why don't I use an old woman?"
"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 is it so small? At my age, people 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."