The person who attacked her was naturally Ning Xiu.
She never thought that she could keep it a secret forever, but the other party's sudden attack was beyond her expectation.
His sound waves were getting more and more urgent, and it was getting harder and harder for her to deal with it.
At this moment, a figure flew up, the sword flashed, and it pierced towards him.
Ning Xiu's sound wave collided with the sword energy, making a muffled sound, and finally stopped.
He frowned slightly and looked at Yang Shu who was rushing back: "Why did you take action?"
"It's my turn to ask you this." Yang Shu frowned, looking unhappy, "You saw just now that we are a team, what do you mean by sneak attack on her?"
Ning Xiu said calmly: "Her identity is suspicious. I'm worried about having such a person beside you."
Yang Shu said coldly: "It's not suspicious. I can make my own judgment. You don't need to meddle in your own business."
Ning Xiu's eyes narrowed: "Junior brother..."
"That's enough!" Yang Shu shouted, "I have lived well without you all these years. An Ansheng has lived until now. Do you think I need your kindness?"
"I think it's needed."
Yang Shu sneered, and his words became sharper: "Where were you when my grandfather and grandmother died together, and I was isolated and called a bastard? At that time, if you remember me at all, come and see me,
Maybe I won't go down this road. Do you think I am happy to be an intelligence chief and play tricks on people every day? Now that I have adapted to this kind of life, you are kind. Save it! In my opinion,
She is more reliable than you!"
Ning Xiu was silent.
At this moment, Yang Shu was like a hedgehog with thorns on his body, staring at Ning Xiu with a somewhat fierce gaze.
It would be wrong to say that he hates. His eyes look more like anger than hate.
The two brothers were speechless.
Mingwei looked at this, then that, then raised her chin and asked, "So, you two are actually brothers?"
"yes."
"no!"
The two of them spoke at the same time, but what they said was completely opposite.
Mingwei raised his eyebrows and asked Yang Shu: "Didn't I ask you to find out his identity earlier? Why are you pretending not to know with me?"
"I didn't know it in the first place!" Yang Shu said irritably, "He suddenly came to me and told me that he was that seasoned disciple and wanted to take care of me."
"Even if you didn't know it at first, you knew it later, right? You still didn't tell me."
Ning Xiu listened to their conversation, raised his brows slightly, and said, "Girl, who are you?"
Mingwei turned around, smiled and saluted: "Mr. Ning, don't you recognize it?"
Ning Xiu said: "A boudoir lady, you shouldn't have such skills. Although you are weak, your flute sound will not be up to the standard without twenty years of skill. But are you twenty years old?"
"..."
Ning Xiu continued: "Also, your skills are similar to mine, and they should come from the same source, but I don't remember that I have any junior sisters."
"..."
"Who are you?"
Mingwei couldn't answer any of these questions, so he went to see Yang Shu.
Yang Shu sneered: "She is mine! Okay? Didn't you agree to help me investigate my father's affairs? Go and investigate quickly! Why are you holding her back?"
Ning Xiu was unmoved: "Junior brother, I must figure it out today. If you chase me away, I won't leave."
Yang Shu was very angry: "Are you being reasonable?"
Ning Xiu said calmly: "Only the truth that I recognize is the true truth."
"..."
Ning Xiu's eyes fell on Mingwei again: "There is no way for us to continue like this. Since this is your territory, junior brother, why don't you sit down and talk about it?"
Yang Shu said angrily: "Why should I tell you?"
"Otherwise, I can spend the whole night with you." Ning Xiu said seriously, "Just like this, if others see you, I'm afraid you will get into trouble."
Yang Shu had nothing to say. He regretted it now. Why did he give him a good look before? He should have been kicked out of the capital!
Mingwei sighed in his heart and said, "Sir, I'm willing to talk, I'm glad you did." After that, he pulled Yang Shu's sleeve and whispered, "My cousin is still down there, you don't want him to see the joke, right?
"
Yang Shu gritted his teeth and said: "Okay!"
A quarter of an hour later, they entered the house, dismissed the rest, and pretended to be talking by candlelight.
"Girl," Ning Xiu spoke again, "can you tell me who you are? Your skills seem to have a deep connection with my sect, but I really don't remember anyone like you."
Mingwei put his hand on the teacup, turned it gently, and said with a smile: "So, who is Mr. Ning? To be honest, on the Chinese Valentine's Day, I noticed that the sound of Mr. Ning's piano was similar to mine, and I also knew about Mr. Ning's origins.
Extremely curious."
Ning Xiu looked at her: "If I tell you my origin, will you tell me frankly?"
Mingwei said without hesitation: "If you tell the truth, I will tell the truth too."
"Okay." Ning Xiu said, "This sect is unknown. The ancestor's name is Nanke. He travels all over the world all the year round. It is a single lineage..."
"Nanke?" Mingwei searched his memory and found that he didn't remember it at all. Isn't this Taoist Nanke a master? No, looking at Ning Xiu's skills, his master is definitely a master.
"Sir, you didn't hide anything else, did you?"
Ning Xiu's face didn't change: "No, my master is indeed called Nanke, but he rarely shows off his martial arts. Even if others encounter him, they probably won't care."
Is he actually an unknown expert? Mingwei shook her head, she couldn't rule it out. Some experts do have quirks, and their names are often not passed down.
She thought for a while and raised her chin to Yang Shu: "Didn't you call him junior brother? Why did you say he was a single generation?"
Ning Xiu replied: "This is indeed the rule of our sect. No matter how many disciples we accept, only one person can pass on the mantle. My junior brother and I are both former disciples, but only my apprentice can pass on the mantle. If my junior brother can pass on the mantle again,
Accepting a disciple is not counted among our sect."
Mingwei was startled for a moment: "Where do these rules come from?"
Ning Xiu shook his head: "It has been passed down from generation to generation, but it is no longer known which ancestor established it."
Mingwei stared at him, his expression changing.
Yang Shu felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
Mingwei shook his head, his heart filled with turmoil.
These rules are the rules of her life master!
For example, her master has two disciples, her and her younger brother. When they complete their studies, the master will choose one of them to pass on the commanding talisman. To the next generation, only her disciples can be counted as disciples of the sect.
What is the origin of Ning Xiu's sect, and how come it is exactly the same as the rules of the fortune teller?
However, she had indeed never heard of the Taoist name Nanke. If it had such a big connection with the fortune teller, how could she know nothing about it?
"Girl, it's your turn." Ning Xiu looked at her, "What is your identity? Why are you similar to my heritage?"