After Yang Shu left, Mingwei lived a very leisurely life every day.
April has just entered spring in the northwest. She sleeps until three o'clock in the morning before getting up to eat and drink.
Then I would either bask in the sun or chat casually with Ning.
Ning Xiu asked her: "What about the flute?"
It's been so many days and she won't return it even if I don't ask.
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, when she moved her finger down, she knew that there would be a slight dent at the end of the flute pipe...
"How could this happen..." she murmured.
Ning Xiu felt something was wrong and asked her: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"
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 thought about it and realized 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 and the maker of your flute are the same person?"
"No." Mingwei said, "They are definitely not the same person."
Ning Xiu was startled: "Why?"
How does Mingwei answer this question? Is it because she knows that the person who made the flute does not yet exist in this world?
No, according to the time, he was already born, but he is still in his infancy right now.
"Sir, can you tell me the owner of this flute player?"
Ning Xiu nodded: "Actually, I met him a long time ago. At that time, I had not left school yet, and I stayed with my master in a Taoist temple. That Taoist temple is located in famous mountains and rivers, with magnificent scenery. I like the top of the mountain very much.
A huge stone, I always play the piano there..."
"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 didn't use his inner strength, I could tell that his sound wave skills must be very powerful. He saw that I was playing the flute.
He picked up the piano and asked me if he could play a piece together, and I said yes. It was the happiest time in my life to play with others, and I deeply realized the shortcomings of 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?"
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. I asked him before, but he didn't answer. Is he about his age? He's about forty or fifty, or sixty or seventy. I'm not sure. His appearance is ordinary, but his behavior is very good.
A noble demeanor.”
Some worldly masters have profound cultivation and excellent maintenance, so their specific age cannot be seen.
Mingwei asked: "Does he have 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 skills had a strange origin, but there was really nothing to say about her life experience. He did not expect to talk about her master under such circumstances.
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?"
"Well. Ever since I started learning flute, he hand-picked the materials to make it. I used it for a long, long time until..."
Until I climbed Mang Mountain, traveled through time and space, and returned 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. I haven't seen him since.
Pass."
"Until now?"
"Until now."
Although he was 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 hard 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 is a capable person at first glance, and he must still be living here.
Somewhere in the world."
Mingwei nodded and brought the topic to an end.
Perhaps this person has some connection with the 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.
At first, Yang Shu would write letters to them and talk about his experiences. Later, because of the fierce war, he sent fewer and fewer letters.
Su Tu returned to the royal court, quickly organized his troops, and before the Qi army arrived, he severely punished the rebellious small tribe.
Then he led his troops back to the defense and met the Qi army on the grassland.
I don’t know how he dealt with it, but the tribes that ran away finally joined forces with him.
Then it's a tug-of-war between you and me.
The Hu people were fierce, and Zongxu only brought one hundred thousand troops, so he could not devour the enemy in a short time.
Mingwei was very worried. She knew what kind of temper Jin Shang was. She would be unhappy if he sent troops to the grassland without his consent. If he didn't get enough impressive results in a few months, he might order the troops to withdraw.
This is an excellent opportunity! With a general like Zong Xu and the Northern Hu Ba tribe being at their weakest, if more than 100,000 troops are mobilized, it might be a battle to destroy the country.
But she also understood the emperor's hesitation. After all, there was a Chu State in the south that was eyeing him. If they couldn't be wiped out in one go, if the Chu State invaded, they would have to fight on two fronts, which would be a heavy burden on the entire country.
Between the northwest and the capital, news has been transmitted 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.
It is said 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... (To be continued)