The palace is heavily guarded, and even if there is a secret passage, no one has discovered it from Taiyuan Palace to the shrine, which is enough to show that this person is very powerful.
What's more, the masters in this room came just to wait for him, but he took advantage of them and imprisoned them on the spot.
Such strength is unheard of.
Ning Xiu felt that even his master couldn't do it.
This is an unprecedentedly powerful opponent.
The man sighed quietly and said, "We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. It turns out that time has changed. My little friend has been keeping my old things all these years. I thought that I was still thinking about my old feelings."
Ning Xiu frowned and tightened his hand on the string.
He did keep the flute, but how did this person know? So, although he didn't show up before, he kept staring at them?
When I think about this situation, I can't help but stand on end.
Ning Xiu said: "The old love I remember is the senior who guided me back then, not a conspirator with ulterior motives! Tell me, who are you? Is Mingxiao your disciple?"
The voice was smiling: "Didn't you already guess who I am?"
Ning Xiu's heart tightened, and she asked with a straight face: "Are you really...are you..."
Mingwei's master is his future disciple. But he has not yet accepted Ming Zheng as his disciple, and has no impression of the disciple who exists in the future. The current situation is really strange to him.
"Theoretically, it seems that I should call you master. However, the world is different, the things you have experienced are different, and people are naturally different. My master is always the faceless man in my memory. To me, little friend, I have already
He is a different person. Maybe there are still some old emotions left, but we can never be the same. I'm sorry."
Ning Xiu's heart sank even more when he heard his affirmation, and said: "Since you are Mingzheng, why do you do these things? Isn't Xinggong your enemy? They killed you, and you still surrendered to the enemy?"
The other party was quiet for a while, and then said quietly: "My little friend said the opposite."
"What?"
"It's not that I surrendered to the enemy, but...as soon as I came, I already became one."
Ning Xiu thought about it carefully and said, "You mean, your possessed body is the person in the Star Palace?"
The other party laughed, acquiescing.
Ning Xiu asked: "That's the case, why did you obey them?"
The man said: "Because I found that my past thoughts and worries were not comprehensive. I thought about my whole life and devoted everything to this career. The youth was wandering around, and the youth wandered around the world. When I was forty, my appearance was ruined and I had nothing. I still have nothing.
It is extremely lucky to meet a close person, but the beautiful time is fleeting and fleeting. If it were not for my identity as a fortune teller, how could I be in this situation? Losing everything, if I can exchange for a peaceful and prosperous life
, it is considered a worthy death. But, do I have anything? Nothing. Maybe my idea is wrong. Instead of leaving the world to those people, it is better for us to control it with our own hands, and maybe it will last longer."
He didn't speak hastily or slowly, and seemed to express his true feelings. I just wanted to stop listening, but for a moment I didn't know how to reply to him.
From Mingwei, he learned that Mingzheng's experience was indeed a bleak life.
The young man's family is broken up, the young man loses his master, the middle-aged man loses his wife and daughter, and the old man does not die well...
In his life, he saved so many people and did so many good deeds, but he didn't even leave a trace of warmth behind.
If you change your mind because of this, it seems...it makes sense!
I would rather not think that I must have experienced a lot of pain when I gave up my common name in my last life. Since I couldn't do it, asking Mingzheng seems to be too much...
Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of flute suddenly sounded in my ears again.
The melody is exactly the same as before, but the flow of breath in it is completely different.
As soon as the flute sounded, Ning Xiu suddenly found that his breath was a little stagnant.
He was taken aback, hurriedly mobilized his inner breath to resolve the sluggish feeling, and looked towards the empty front.
What a powerful sonic skill!
It's not necessary to use music, but to use words to perform!
No wonder he said so many words just to control himself unconsciously.
After he had completely eliminated the influence of the sound wave technique, the sound of the flute stopped, and Mingwei's figure appeared. After a few leaps, he arrived at Ning Xiu's side.
"Sir." Mingwei nodded towards him.
Ning Xiu breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "You said he brought the name of fortune teller back to the eyes of the world. Sure enough..."
Mingwei smiled faintly: "That's my master, not him."
Ning Xiu was startled: "Are you sure?"
Mingwei turned his head and called in a certain direction: "Sir, you have to pay a price for taking your name."
The man laughed and said: "Girl, don't you want to admit it? In the past five years, haven't you been thinking about being your master again? Why don't you want your master now that you have a man?"
Mingwei curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Don't speak so harshly. If you are really my master, forget it. You are a fake. If I don't beat you to death, I have a good temper and the courage to babble."
"How can you say that?" The other party's tone was helpless, as if an elder was looking at a presumptuous junior, "If you don't believe it, I can talk to you about old things, such as..."
"Shut up!" Ming Wei said coldly, "So what if you have all the memories of Master? You don't have his broad-mindedness at all, and you don't understand what kind of person he is. You just pretend to be a facade.
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"You girl..."
Mingwei interrupted him: "I once asked him how the master's wife died. He said that the master's wife was hit by an evil spirit when she was pregnant and lost her mind and died. He did blame himself very much and always regretted it, but he never
I had doubts about my responsibilities. When you said these things, didn’t I ask Master? But what was Master’s answer?”
There was no response there.
Mingwei then slowly said: "Master said that for many things in this world, you will not get results if you do it, but your efforts will definitely be rewarded. However, these things still need someone to do them. Only by doing them again and again can we achieve success.
hope."
She mocked: "Since you have his memory, is it difficult to find this conversation? But I think you must not understand his mood when he said these words. If he thought like you, he would never end up like that.
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The other side said calmly: "If you want to think so, there is nothing you can do as a teacher. It's just that you and I, master and disciple, can only stand on opposite sides."
Mingwei sneered: "Most of what I have done has been successful so far. Seeing that victory is in sight, I can see that my choice is right. And what about your star palace? Qian Yan perished, and you hid for decades, and there is no one left.
If you don't support me, it will be the same even if you start over, how can you have the confidence to become my enemy?"
She paused, and her expression showed a bit of scorn: "Besides, during the Qian Yan dynasty, didn't you interfere with the imperial power? But in the end, Qian Yan was destroyed? History gave you a chance, but in the end you still became losers, and again
Where do you get the confidence to speak nonsense in front of me!" (To be continued)