Put the garbage basket on the table. Many people in martial arts have the habit of tearing up or burning it directly after receiving news about the carrier pigeon.
However, there are also some people who are careless, or feel that the message being conveyed is not that important, and will throw it away casually instead of handling it carefully.
Yang Ji was not sure if what he heard was true. After all, Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong might have actually dealt with it.
"Fortunately, they didn't do that."
After a while, Yang Ji pulled out a piece of paper from the trash can and breathed a long sigh of relief. The note was intact, but crumpled into a ball with many wrinkles on it. It was not as old as Yang Ji thought.
Torn into pieces, or conveniently burned.
Wang Kai's carelessness is understandable, but Zuo Taichong's caution did not stop him. It can only show that the content on this note is not an important secret to the two of them. Zuo Taichong thinks it is
It's irrelevant, it doesn't matter, so I didn't care about it.
Yang Ji put the trash basket on the floor, then took the note and slowly unfolded it. A line of small words immediately appeared on the paper:
"We will arrive at Zhoufu soon. Please wait at the inn. He Sikong."
The content on the note was very short and almost exactly the same as what Yang Ji heard. It should be the message that He Sikong sent via carrier pigeon.
"Ha ha……"
Looking at this line of text, Yang Ji's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile. It is not easy to imitate someone's handwriting. However, as a literary successor, Yang Ji once made a living by selling calligraphy.
, this kind of thing really can’t trouble him.
"I haven't tried this kind of thing for a long time. I don't know if it will work."
Yang Ji smiled, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the Naji bottle and put it on the table. The stationery He Sikong used to convey the message was a very ordinary carrier pigeon paper. Yang Ji had it with him. The key was to imitate the other party's handwriting.
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Yang Ji took the note and looked at it carefully. All the horizontal strokes, hooks, strokes, and strokes on it were studied clearly. Whether the written words could deceive them depends on the imitation skills of the words.
Yang Ji picked up the fine brush next to him, thought for a while, then picked up the pen and started writing suddenly on the white rice paper. The handwriting was in regular script, and there would always be many mistakes when imitating it for the first time.
Yang Ji imitated it over and over again, summarized it over and over again, and at the same time used his powerful analysis and deduction abilities to make constant corrections.
After half a cup of tea, Yang Ji finally picked up the pen, looked at the small regular script on the rice paper, nodded, and laughed:
"That's it."
This line of text is almost exactly the same as the content on that piece of paper based on the writing style, handwriting, and transitions. If you didn't know it, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was written by two people.
He crumpled all the rice paper he had written on before into a ball, and then with a flash of fire in his palm, all the rice paper was burned to ashes. Yang Ji took out a special message note for carrier pigeons from the Naji bottle, and spread the ink with it.
Just wrote a line of text on it.
After taking a quick glance, Yang Ji nodded with satisfaction and then put it away.
"That's almost it. I should have gotten that homing pigeon too."
Yang Ji walked to the window and jumped. He flew out of the window, and after a few ups and downs, he left the inn. There are dense crowds in Zhoufu, but there are always some secret places.
Among them, the small courtyard where Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong used to hide is an excellent place.
Yang Ji climbed over the high wall and stopped under a lush tree at the edge of the yard. He waved to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, two giant bees, carrying a gray homing pigeon, fell from the sky.
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If such a scene appeared in a busy city or an inn, it would definitely attract the attention of interested people. This is why Yang Ji chose to be here.
"Buzz!"
Two huge giant bees fluttered their wings and fell from the sky. They threw the gray pigeon into Yang Ji's hand. The pigeon's body was stiff, like wood. It was thrown into Yang Ji's hand and didn't even move. It was obviously
Injected with toxins.
"Fortunately, he's not dead."
Yang Ji felt the warmth on his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The pigeon was just paralyzed, not dead.
"Okay, let's suck the toxins out of it."
Yang Jidao was not talking to the two giant bees, but to the bottle of natamine in his sleeve. The giant bees are not that smart yet, and the real psychic is the queen bee in the bottle of natto.
The queen bee has an absolute dominant position in the bee swarm. Yang Ji wants the bee swarm to complete many complex tasks, all of which require the help of the queen bee.
"Buzz!"
As if it had received the signal, two huge giant bees vibrated their wings, and two five-inch-long tail needles were suddenly pulled out from the tail, trembling, and suddenly inserted into the pigeon's body.
"Goo!"
In just a short period of time, the gray homing pigeon came back to life and stood up from Yang Ji's hand on one side of its body. It seemed to be greatly frightened, and it flapped its wings and struggled to fly from Yang Ji's hand.
However, after flying a few feet, it seemed as if it was being pulled by a huge force, and it struggled to fly. It seemed that the flying range was limited to within three feet of Yang Ji's body.
"Hey, why are you leaving in such a hurry when I still need you?"
Yang Ji stretched out his palm lightly and ignored the struggling pigeon. Instead, he grabbed its ankle, untied a bamboo tube the size of a small finger from it, opened the lid, poured it on his palm, and found a rolled up tube.
The note fell into his hand immediately.
"Come quickly, we will wait for you at the inn to discuss business."
Very concise and ordinary words. Yang Ji took one look at it and burned it to ashes. He took out the newly written note from his arms, rolled it into a tube shape, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and carefully tied it in the gray
On the legs of a homing pigeon.
"Be quiet, don't be afraid."
Yang Ji gently stroked the pigeon's feathers, and at the same time, a peaceful and serene spiritual thought was conveyed to the homing pigeon.
Sure enough, in just a moment, the homing pigeon, which had been frightened just now, calmed down and landed freely in Yang Ji's palm. Not only was it not afraid, but it also had a sense of intimacy, as if it regarded Yang Ji as a familiar person.
Pigeons have a strong ability to identify, and once the letter paper is taken away, most pigeons will choose to go to the other side of the "journey".
Yang Ji fed the pigeon something to send out a signal that it had arrived at its destination. Then he looked at the sky, held it up with both hands, and let the pigeon fly.
"Pulling!"
Five or six gray feathers swirled and fell from the sky. After the homing pigeon flew into the sky, it circled for a week and identified the direction. It did not fly out of the city, but returned the same way, quickly heading towards the Baichuan Inn.
Fly in the direction.
Yang Ji used the giant bee to observe this scene in the sky, nodded with satisfaction, then spread out his body skills and swept out of the city...
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"His!~"
In the guest room of Baichuan Inn, except for the slight sound of breathing, there was no other sound. Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong, one on the bed and the other on the seat, were breathing heavily while silently waiting for He Sikong's arrival.
"Crash!"
Suddenly there was a surging sound of air. In just a blink of an eye, a gray pigeon flew down from the sky with fluttering wings and landed diagonally on the window lattice. It grabbed the edge of the window lattice with its two claws, black and white.
He looked at the two people in the room with his small eyes.
"It's He Sikong!"
The two people in the room opened their eyes together and looked at each other, both confused.
"What happened? Didn't He Sikong invite us to come to the inn to wait for him? Why did he suddenly ask us to go outside the city to meet him?"
Wang Kai screamed strangely.
"Yeah?"
Zuo Taichong looked surprised and stood up. He walked to the window and took a look at the letter from Wang Kai's hand:
"It's He Sikong's handwriting, right."
Zuo Taichong frowned, with deep doubts in his eyes. He thought Wang Kai was joking at first, but it was indeed He Sikong's handwriting.
"Brother Zuo, isn't He Sikong playing with us?"
Wang Kai said dissatisfied.
"OK OK!"
Zuo Taichong waved his hand to appease Wang Kai. Although he was also confused, he became even more impatient when Wang Kai complained in his ear like this:
"There are only a few steps outside the city, and there's not much going on. Brother He has never been mystical, let alone such boring things. Something must have happened, and it's not convenient to enter the city now."
Zuo Taichong frowned and was silent in thought. Although it was a bit strange, there was no doubt that the handwriting and the carrier pigeon were He Sikong's. Others couldn't imitate it, and it was impossible to know.
He Sikong said in the letter that he and his party went to meet him outside the city. There was not much difference between the outside of the city and the inside of the city. The only difference was that there was a Han Dynasty court.
"It seems that he may have offended someone."
Zuo Taichong was thoughtful.
The people who can make He Sikong fearful are probably the people in the imperial court, those aristocratic families, wealthy families, and powerful families. It is normal for people like him to offend these people with their behavior.
"Forget it. Let's go!"
Zuo Taichong crushed the note in his hand into powder with two fingers, and quickly made up his mind:
"If you want to know anything, just go and see He Sikong outside the city."
With that said, Zuo Taichong flicked his sleeves and strode out immediately.
Wang Kai looked uncomfortable, but when he saw that Zuo Taichong had already walked out, he could only follow him out in a low voice.
Both of them were very low-key, wearing two big bamboo hats covered with black cloth. After passing through the gate of the inn, they rented a carriage and went out quickly.
After passing through the streets, about half an hour later the two of them passed through the city gate and disappeared outside the city.
"Let's go, we're here!"
Halfway through the journey, the two people jumped out of the carriage without even disturbing the driver. They jumped up and down into the thick grass beside the road.
The ridges undulated, and the two of them, one behind the other, flew towards a nearby mountain. Neither of them noticed that a pair of eyes watched them silently, and then lurked quietly in the bushes and followed them as they leaped away.
"call!"
The mountain breeze was blowing, and it was sunset. The two of them stood upright on the top of the mountain, like pillars. Looking around, there were waves of trees on the top of the mountain, and the leaves reflected the pale yellow afterglow in the setting sun, but
But no other people could be seen at all.
"What's going on? Where is He Sikong? He asked us to come over, but why is he missing?"
Wang Kai looked around and said with some displeasure. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see any dead people.
Zuo Taichong also frowned deeply and rarely spoke. The carrier pigeon belonged to He Sikong, and he also wrote the note, but he himself was not there.
I don’t know why, but Zuo Taichang suddenly felt something was wrong. (To be continued)