After Yang Shu left, Mingwei lived a very leisurely life every day.

In the northwest of April, she had just entered spring, and she slept until three poles in the morning every day before she got up to eat and drink.

Then it's either basking in the sun, or chatting with Ning casually.

Ning Xiu asked her, "What about the pipe?" ”

It's been so many days, and she won't pay it back if she doesn't ask.

Mingwei took it out, but didn't mean to hand it over.

"Who made this flute? The craftsmanship is very good. ”

Ning Xiu said: "I just know the owner of the flute, how can I know the person who makes the flute?" ”

Just like most people who play the piano can't cut the piano, people who play the flute don't necessarily know how to make the flute.

"Really?" Mingwei touched the flute inch by inch, and she found that she could accurately touch every detail with her eyes closed.

It's a magical feeling, as if she's rubbed it a thousand times.

For example, when she moves her fingers down, she knows that there will be a slight dent at the end of the pipe......

"How can this be......" she murmured.

Ning Xiu felt that something was wrong and asked her, "What's wrong?" What's the problem? ”

It took a long time before Ming Wei let go of his hand and said, "I once had a pipe that was exactly the same as it." ”

Ning Xiu thought about it for a while, and the flute she used before was not the same as this one, so she said, "You asked me if I knew the owner of the flute, because you wanted to know if he was the same person as the maker of your pipe?" ”

"Nope." Ming Wei said, "They will definitely not be the same person." ”

Ning Xiu was stunned: "Why?" ”

How does Mingwei answer this question? Could it be that because she knows that the person who makes the flute does not exist in this world?

No, according to the time, he was born, but he was still in his infancy.

"Sir, can you tell me about the owner of this pipe?"

Ning Xiu nodded: "Actually, it's been a long time since I met him. At that time, I had not yet left the school, and I lived with my master in a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple is located in a famous mountain and river, and the scenery is magnificent. I love a boulder at the top of the mountain, and I play the piano there from time to time......"

"One day, when I went to the top of the mountain, I saw a man sitting on a boulder. He was giving a, and although he didn't use his internal force, I could tell that his sonic skills must be very good. When he saw me with the piano, he asked me if I could play a piece together, and I answered. It was the most enjoyable time in my life to play with others, and I deeply realized what was missing from my own sound. ”

"From that day on, we met at the top of the mountain every day, sometimes in ensemble, sometimes in music. Through his guidance, I improved by leaps and bounds in rhythm. Ning Xiu asked her, "Do you remember that song called Juexian?" It was composed under his guidance. ”

Mingwei was stunned: "Really?" What kind of person is he? How old are you? What is the appearance? Can you have a name? ”

Ning Xiu shook his head: "I don't know his name, and I have asked, but he doesn't answer." Age, about forty or fifty, or sixty or seventy, I don't know. The appearance is unremarkable, but the demeanor is very high. ”

Some people who are outside the world are profoundly cultivated and have excellent maintenance, so they can't tell their specific age.

Mingwei asked: "Does he have a scar on his face?" Probably in this location. ”

She reached out and scratched her right cheekbone to her ear.

"Nope." Ning Xiu said with certainty, "It's just a very ordinary appearance." ”

Seeing that Ming was slightly distracted, he asked, "What, are you talking about your acquaintance?" ”

Mingwei whispered, "That's mine...... Master. ”

Ning Xiu looked at her in surprise: "Your master? ”

He knew that Ming Wei's occult origin was strange, but her background was really nothing to say, and he didn't expect to talk about her master in this situation.

Mingwei had already shook her head and smiled: "It's that I'm thinking too much, why is my master here?" He ......"

Ning Xiu looked at the flute in her hand: "The pipe flute you said was made by your master?" ”

"Hmm. From the time I started learning the flute, he personally selected the materials to make it, and I used it for a long, long time until ......"

Until climbing the mountain, traveling through time and space, back to the present era.

That flute has been with her for more than ten years, and she will never forget the touch.

"And what about later? Is there still a connection between the gentleman and 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 I didn't see anyone, and I haven't seen it since. ”

"Until now?"

"Until now."

Despite his reluctance, Mingwei still returned the pipe flute to him.

"If it were a different situation, maybe I would ask my husband for this flute. But this flute is the gentleman's thoughts, and I am not good at winning people's love. ”

Ning Xiu retrieved the flute, put it in the dark compartment of the piano body, and said slowly: "Although I have never seen it again, I think that senior is a person with great ability at first glance, and he must still be alive somewhere in this world." ”

Mingwei nodded and put the topic to an end.

Perhaps, this person has something to do with the Master, right? The master learned to make the flute from him, and maybe he did.

……

The fighting in the steppe was in full swing, and every once in a while, they would receive battle reports from the front.

At the beginning, Yang Shu would also write to them to talk about his experience. Later, because of the intensity of the fighting, he sent fewer and fewer letters.

Su Tu returned to the royal court, quickly reorganized the soldiers and horses, and took advantage of the fact that the Qi army did not arrive, and cleaned up the betrayed small tribes.

Then he led his troops back to the defense and encountered the Qi army on the grassland.

I don't know how he cleaned it up, but the few tribes that ran away finally joined forces with him.

And then there's the tug-of-war between you and me.

The Hu people were fierce, and Zong Xu only brought 100,000 soldiers and horses, and he couldn't swallow the other party for a while.

Mingwei was very worried, she knew what kind of character she was in, and she would definitely be unhappy if she sent troops to the grassland without his consent. If, after a few months, the results are not impressive enough, perhaps the withdrawal of troops will be ordered.

What a great opportunity! There is such a general as Zongxu, and the Beihu Babu is the weakest time, if more than 100,000 soldiers and horses are transferred, maybe this will be a war to destroy the country.

But she also understood the emperor's hesitation, after all, there was still a Chu State in the south. If they can't be destroyed in one go, in case the Chu State comes to attack, it will be a two-front battle, which will be a heavy burden on the entire country.

In the northwest and the capital, the news has been transmitted for a long time.

It wasn't until two months later that Ming Wei got the news that the emperor had reluctantly agreed to the expedition, but that there had to be a breakthrough before the winter began.

Among them, Guo Xu's handwriting is indispensable.

It is said that the story of his solo entry into the enemy camp has been made up into a story by storytellers and trumpeted in the tavern.

After this battle, his return to the political hall is already an ironclad thing.

Time flies slowly and quickly, and the time sequence is autumn in a blink of an eye......