When he learned that three-thirds of the hundred jars of bamboo-leaf greens sent by his younger brother to Cangyunmen to honor his master half a year ago had been poisoned, Yang Jiujiu was stunned. Fortunately, there was still a lot of fine wine in the cellar, and the hundred jars of bamboo-leaf greens
She has almost never been drunk by her master, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Although she has rarely gone home in the past ten years, she knows very well that her younger brother is a kind person. Now that the Yang family is close to the Cangyun Sect, it is impossible to harm her master.
, However, these drinks were sent by the Yang family. If this matter was not investigated and brought to light, how could I have the face to face it?
Master? None of the wine jars have been opened, and they are stacked up in the wine cellar. Now it has been detected that all the wine jars are poisonous. It is unlikely that they were poisoned in Cangyun Mountain, even if the poisoner has no tricks.
It's so powerful. It's impossible to poison the wine jars piled inside in a small wine cellar.
.
The only time you can poison is before the wine is sealed, or during transportation.
This is a flaw.
After all, Yang Ershi was young and energetic, so he muttered: "Sister Nineteen, I kindly gave your master wine, why don't you appreciate it? I didn't do this for your own good, so that you can live in Cangyun Mountain.
Be more comfortable, why are you still hitting me?"
Yang Jiu kicked Yang Twenty out with such force that even the wooden door was knocked off. When Yang Dashan saw this, he immediately hugged Yang Jiu and burst into tears: "Nineteen
, even if your younger brother is at fault, he is still the only male in our Yang family. He is not a cultivator like you. Do you really want to beat him to death? In the past few years, you have been in Cangyun Sect, and your father has not treated you badly, no
It’s Bai Shi Tan
Are the bamboo leaves green? If your master thinks it is not enough, I will send you a thousand jars immediately!"
Yang Jiu said sadly: "Dad, what do you know? The hundred altars of bamboo leaves and green leaves sent by my younger brother were poisoned! Now an elder of our Cangyun Sect has died because of this. If this matter cannot be investigated clearly,
, I have no shame in living in this world, you should also prepare to collect my little brother’s body.”
"What? Dramatic... poisonous?"
When Yang Dashan heard this, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of panic.
Yang Ershi, who had just been helped up by the servants in the palace, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth, was frightened when he heard Sister Nineteen's words.
Where is Cangyunmen? That is where immortals live! The wine I sent to deliver was poisonous? And an old immortal died...
Seeing his younger brother's pale face, Yang Jiu said angrily: "Why don't you hurry up and find all the Liba guys who were involved in delivering the wine half a year ago! I'll come first now, and Elder Cangyun will come to investigate in a day or two at the latest. If
If we can’t find out clearly, the Yang family will be in trouble.”
Yang Jiu moved a chair and sat in the courtyard of Yang Mansion. No one dared to come close. It had just snowed and it was very cold. Yang Dashan asked the personal maid who had served Yang Jiu to wrap her up.
She put on a big fur coat to protect her from the cold.
In less than an hour, nearly a hundred men wearing cloth jackets walked into the Yang family's house one after another. Yang Shiwen led a middle-aged man in his early forties over.
This man Yang Jiujiu had met before, his name was Qian Heng. His ancestors had been tenants of the Yang family for three generations and had been working for the Yang family.
Qian Heng seemed to have heard Yang Ershi say that he had sent poisoned wine. He saw Yang Jiu sitting on a chair, and the Qingfeng sword that had killed an unknown number of people had been unsheathed.
At the feet of Yang Jiu, Qian Heng's legs softened and he knelt in front of Yang Jiu, saying anxiously: "Miss Jiu, this matter has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for taking out the one hundred jars of bamboo leaves and greens from the winery.
Sealed, shipped and transported to Cangyun Mountain. In the past ten years, I have transported it seven times, and there has never been an accident. This matter is really related to
I have nothing to do with it!”
Yang Jiu said: "Uncle Qian, I believe in your character. There has indeed been no problem delivering wine to my master over the years. Let me ask you, are all the guys who escorted Zhuye Qing half a year ago here?"
Qian Heng pointed his head straight on the ground and said: "They are all here, a total of seventy-three people, including fifty porters and twenty-three crew members, one or more."
Yang Jiu glanced at these people one by one. Facing the cultivator's powerful pressure, these people did not dare to look directly into Yang Jiu's eyes and lowered their heads one after another.
They were all honest men and didn't see anything wrong.
Yang Jiu asked: "Which winery did those hundred jars of bamboo leaf green come from?"
Qian Hengdao: "It's... the Pingkang Winery in charge of Third Aunt."
Yang Jiu looked back and saw a large group of female relatives behind him. He said, "Third sister, where is the third brother-in-law now?"
A middle-aged woman walked up cautiously and said: "Nineteenth sister, your third brother-in-law died suddenly due to illness about half a year ago. I never had time to tell you about this."
"What?"
Yang Jiu's heart sank.
Yang Dashan came over and said: "Nineteen, you can't be suspicious..."
Yang Jiujiu waved his hand and said: "Where is he buried? Take me there quickly. I want to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy."
Yang Dashanren said, "I'm afraid this won't work. Half a year ago, my third uncle suddenly fell seriously ill. The Taoist priest at Laojun Temple said that evil spirits had entered his body and he had to be cremated. So it was all burned to ashes. Where are the bones left?"
Yang Jiu was furious, but soon, she seemed to find a clue in the mess.
"The Taoist priest of Laojun Temple? Dad, what's going on?" Yang Dashan asked: "When the third uncle just passed away, a Taoist priest who called himself Laojun Temple passed by the house and said that the ghost in the Yang Mansion was still there.
There were evil spirits at work, and the third uncle was harmed by this evil spirit. The only way to do this was to cremate the body of the third uncle. Later, the Taoist priest did this again.
After three days and three nights of religious rituals, the disaster was resolved. Now the pillars of the gate are still attached with the house-protecting talisman left by the Taoist priest."
Yang Jiu looked back, and sure enough, there were several yellowed talismans on the beams and pillars of the hall door. With a move of her hand, the talisman flew into her hand.
After just one glance, Yang Jiujiu yelled angrily. What kind of Taoist magic talisman is this? It's completely graffiti. How could Yang Jiujiu, the proud disciple of the Cangyun Sect from the Taoist sect, not see it?
If the talisman is fake, then the identity of the Taoist priest must still be fake.
She said: "Do you still remember the appearance of that Taoist priest?"
Yang Dashan said: "I remember that the Taoist priest was six feet tall, thin, with protruding cheekbones. He had a large black mole on the left side of his face. He looked about forty years old and called himself Taoist Laojun Guanxuanguang."
Although Yang Shijiu felt that the Xuanguang Taoist must be a fake name, for the sake of safety, he still had to go to Laojun to have a look. Anyway, it was not far away. It was on Junshan Mountain in western Hunan. It was a few hundred miles away and only an hour away.
Then he could fly in the air. Seeing Yang Jiu soar into the sky, turning into a blue light and disappearing into the sky, hundreds of people inside and outside the Yang Mansion were stunned.
