Mingwei came back from a walk to eat, but Ning Xiu hadn't come out of the house yet.
She asked: "Mr. Ning won't be so stimulated that he thinks he's crazy, right?"
Yang Shu didn't take it seriously: "If he can't bear such a little thing, then he is too fragile."
The two of them returned to the small hall and sat down. Ah Wan came over and said, "Did you do something today? Come on, I'll take your pulse to see if there are any internal injuries."
Mingwei shook his head: "No, the other party ran away when they realized something was wrong."
"Anyway, I won't suffer any loss if I feel my pulse. Come on!"
Without saying a word, Ah Wan took their hands back, diagnosed them carefully, touched one for another, and then went back to touch again.
"Weird, no problem. Could it be that my medical skills are not good?" Ah Wan murmured to herself.
"What did you say?" Mingwei asked her, "Isn't it normal that there is no problem?"
"Oh, it's okay." Ah Wan withdrew her hand, "But I see that you are not very good at it. Later I will think of some health-preserving recipes and make some pills for you, right?"
Miss Mingqi's physique is indeed not very good. Because of this, Mingwei has never been considered a top master in martial arts. Most of the time, she relies on her profound skills and exquisite skills to force herself to a higher level. If she can be warmed up better, it will be better for her.
Very beneficial.
So she responded: "Okay!" Thinking about it, she felt a little strange, "Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?"
Ah Wan covered up her bad intentions by rolling her eyes: "When did I become bad? You are obviously biased against me."
Mingwei never argued with her, so she just smiled and said, "Okay, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."
Ah Wan was satisfied and said to Yang Shu: "Your Highness, can I make some pills for you too?"
"I don't need it, right? I won't get nosebleeds if I take supplements?" At the age when his vitality is strong and his health is good, Yang Shu feels that he doesn't need supplements at all.
"Who says it must be supplemented? Different people have different plans to reconcile yin and yang, strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, so that yin and yang can complement each other and live forever..."
She mentioned several births in a row, which made Yang Shu a little confused: "What's the birth?"
"I said yin and yang complement each other, where did you go?" Ah Wan put away her hand pillow, "I'm going to figure out the prescription, you can do whatever you want."
She ran so fast that Yang Shu couldn't say anything more: "I didn't think about anything!"
After saying that, the door on the other side was suddenly pushed open, and Ning Xiu came out with eyes wide open: "You mean, you came back from the future?"
Mingwei took a sip of water and replied lightly: "Yes!"
Ning Xiu almost rushed in front of her, put his hands on the table, leaned down and asked: "You said you are my disciple?"
"Guess, there is no solid evidence yet."
Yang Shu touched his chin and asked her: "Then you want to call me uncle? Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"Heh." Mingwei pushed his face away and said coldly, "We are from a single lineage."
"Hello!"
Ning Xiu walked back and forth in the room, completely losing his calm and indifferent demeanor.
After he finished ten laps, he stopped and drank a large cup of tea, sat down, and said as if he was righteous: "Go ahead!"
"Brother, this is my cup!" Yang Shu shouted.
Ning Xiu didn't even give him a look.
At this critical moment, do you still care about tea?
"What do you want to say, sir?"
"Of course, where are you from and what's going on!"
Ming smiled and said, "There's no rush. Why don't we check it first? After all, there is still a possibility of wrong guessing."
When she and Ning Xiu first revealed each other's identity, they had already confronted each other, but neither of them asked about each other's origins, and some of the contents did not match up.
"Let me talk about fortune tellers first. Have you really never heard of them? Our lineage comes from three hundred years ago. The first appointed master was named Ning Jun. He was the same generation as the real person Li Zhenji of Linghui. He sacrificed his soul due to the Beimang Rebellion.
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Ning Xiu said: "This is the first time you mentioned a fortune teller. I went to check it, and I did find relevant records. I also mentioned that senior Ning Jun had the title of fortune master, but there is no record of how fortune masters are passed down.
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Mingwei sighed and said: "The inheritance of the master of life has been cut off for more than a hundred years, and there were wars in the middle. It is normal for the records to be lost."
What she knew was what her master had worked hard to complete for more than ten years. Three hundred years had passed, and there were about a hundred years when the inheritance was cut off. It was passed down by word of mouth, and there was really not much original information that was preserved.
"But if he is the founder of our sect, it's impossible that he didn't even pass this on, right?"
Mingwei shook his head: "Sir, there are always accidents in everything. Master told me that my ancestor also died unexpectedly, so the master's information is incomplete. It was because he spent decades visiting the places where his ancestors once settled.
, I made up a rough idea. For example, the time when the master's inheritance was lost was when his master died unexpectedly, leaving only a teenage disciple. As a result, most of the secret skills were lost, and there must be many secrets of the master's sect.
Xin didn’t have time to say anything.”
Ning Xiu nodded, and then felt something was wrong: "You said the master died in an accident, are you referring to me?"
Mingwei nodded.
"..." This feels really weird. Although I am still alive, I am told that I will die unexpectedly in the future.
Mingwei added: "Of course, we have to prove that you are my master before we can draw this conclusion."
Ning Xiu nodded: "Okay, I believe you for the time being. Is there anything else that needs to be compared?"
Mingwei said: "Master said that when he was young, he once lived in Jiurong Mountain. Have you ever lived there?"
"I did live there...I spent most of my academic career there. Master stayed at a Taoist temple in Jiurong Mountain, and we lived there for seven or eight years."
Mingwei nodded: "One more thing, you said that your master's Taoist name is Nanke, but my master said that the great master's surname was Cheng and his name was Sanyan. This is not true."
Because of this, she didn't think Ning Xiu was her master the first time. It wasn't until later, when she encountered more and more things, that she thought about this possibility again.
Ning Xiu's expression suddenly became strange.
Mingwei noticed it and asked: "Why, there are twists and turns in it?"
Ning Xiu said slowly: "My master's surname is indeed Cheng. When we lived in Jiurong Mountain, there were three rocks stacked in front of our door. Therefore, when he corresponded with his friends, he signed his name as Sanyan, and later he used this nickname as his first name.
Sign."
Mingwei suddenly realized: "So there is such an origin."
The two looked at each other, and now their identities were confirmed.
"Hey, let's call Master Ju to come and listen first!" Yang Shu's voice interrupted.
Ming slightly rolled his eyes at him: "Unfortunately, you are not included in the fortune-teller heritage."
When the master mentioned the Sword God back then, he only said that he was his friend. This shows that there is no such thing as a master or uncle.
Ning Xiu felt extremely complicated.
He originally thought that when things were over here, he would find a disciple. Unexpectedly, he didn't have a disciple yet, but he had a disciple first.
And this disciple is even more powerful than him...
"By the way," Yang Shu suddenly thought of a question, "You have said so much, haven't you passed down the name of the master? Could it be that the senior brother has another name?"
Ning Xiu also looked at her.
Yes, since we all know the name of Grand Master, how come we don’t know the name of Grand Master? We should have recognized him a long time ago.
Mingwei was silent for a moment and replied: "Master later officially became a monk. All I know is that his name is Wu Mian..."
Faceless?
Ning Xiu was startled for a moment, this didn't seem like a normal name.
He was about to ask again, but Mingwei's expression suddenly changed and he stood up suddenly.