Yang Jiu said goodbye to Xuan Hai and Xuan Zhen in a hurry. He wanted to go back and tell his master about this discovery. After being sent out of Laojun Temple by Qing Chengzi, he was blown by the cold wind from high altitude and woke up.
Those dozen or so people are the most famous elders of Cangyun Sect, and they are the primary targets of poisoning and assassination by the enemy. This is not surprising, not to mention that Yu Jizi, Taoist Yunhe, who returned from southern Xinjiang alive at that time, did not find any trace of poison in his food.
Scored three points and three points.
However, Yang Jiujiu always felt that this poisoning incident probably had nothing to do with the Demon Cult, but was aimed at the trip to southern Xinjiang that year.
This trip to Laojun Temple cannot be said to have yielded nothing. At least we found out that someone was trying to frame Laojun Temple. We also found the poisoners, and almost all of them had been to southern Xinjiang.
Yang Jiu was upset and felt a little hungry. When he saw Yueyang City on the bank of Dongting Lake to the north of Junshan, he flew over.
Yueyang City is one of the eight ancient cities in China. The most famous one is the Yueyang Tower in the south of Yueyang City near Dongting Lake. The three-story wooden building is more than ten feet high. It has always been a gathering place for literati and elegant people. Those doors
On the beams and pillars, there are poems written by literati everywhere.
It was already dusk now. Yang Jiu planned to have something to eat at Yueyang Tower before returning to Hanyang City and staying at home for one night before bidding farewell to Ouyang Caiyu and returning to Cangyun. The life of a lady from a wealthy family is to be different from others, even if
He was worried, so he still ordered hundreds of taels of wine and food, all of which were Yueyang Tower's specialties. Yang Shijiu only ate a little before putting down his chopsticks, resting his chin and looking at the sparkling Dongting Lake under his feet, maybe it was the sky.
Because it was getting late, a layer of mist gradually covered the lake, making it hazy, and soon nothing could be seen. A shameless scholar, seeing Yang Jiu's handsome appearance, was supporting him alone.
With a melancholy expression on his chin, he stepped forward and chanted: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten miles of flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at the moon, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. This lady, such a good day and such a night
, you might as well have a drink with me..."
Before he finished saying the word "cup", Yang Jiu stretched out his hand and grabbed the scholar's collar, and swung it hard. The scholar screamed and flew out of the window on the third floor, and fell below with a thud.
In the cold Dongting Lake.
Yang Jiujiu has hated these sour poems the most since she was a child. When she first met Ye Xiaochuan, she was on a cruise with the Prince of Hanyang on the Yangtze River. At that time, the prince's sour poems almost drove her crazy.
She was in a bad mood now, and whoever messed with her would be unlucky. Seeing several boatmen on the lake rowing their boats to save the scholar who was swimming with a dog paddle in the water, Yang Jiu suddenly felt better.
He threw a gold ingot on the table, grabbed the Qingfeng Sword and went downstairs to leave.
As soon as I walked out of Yueyang Tower, I turned onto a deserted trail and prepared to fly back to Hanyang City. It was already completely dark and it would take about an hour to get back, so I couldn't delay any more.
Unexpectedly, the sound of bells suddenly came from the darkness.
"Yin Bing borrowed the way, the Yang people avoided the corpse, there was no taboo ... Dang Dang Dang ..."
“Expelling corpses from Xiangxi?”
Yang Jiu was surprised. He didn't expect to encounter the Liu family driving away corpses near Yueyang City.
You are right when you think about it. Thirty miles south of Junshan is the Liu family's hometown. It is not surprising that the Liu family's corpse chasers often appear here.
Xiangxi has been a forbidden land that cultivators dare not set foot in since ancient times. Yang Shijiu also knew that Xiangxi's corpse exorcists were not easy to deal with, so he hid in the bamboo forest next to the trail.
Soon, I saw a middle-aged man wearing gray linen clothes, holding a bamboo pole similar to a mourning stick in one hand and shaking a black bell in the other hand, walking down the path.
Behind that man, there were more than thirty pale-faced people with expressions on their faces, and they followed the middle-aged man walking on the snow in a numb manner. They all looked like dead bodies.
Yang Jiu planned to fly away after the group of corpses passed by. Unexpectedly, through the moonlight, he saw the appearance of the middle-aged man driving away the corpses, and suddenly his body was shaken.
The middle-aged man was extremely tall, but thin, with huge eyes and protruding cheekbones, like a skeleton. On the left side of his face, there was a large black mole. Yang Jiu could even see the mole.
There is still a little bit of hair on it.
Isn't this corpse chaser the same as the Taoist Xuanguang that Dad described as the man who performed three days and three nights of rituals for the Yang family half a year ago?
If it was just a coincidence, Yang Jiu wouldn't believe it even to death. This man's appearance was extremely unique. It could be said that he was one in a million, so it couldn't be a coincidence.
Yang Jiujiu was worried that the clues had been lost, so he quietly followed the group of corpses southward. At dawn, Yang Jiujiu watched helplessly as the man with the black mole dared a group of corpses into a huge valley.
She wanted to sneak in several times to check, but she still didn't go in. The valley was full of houses, like a city, and there were warning posts everywhere on the surrounding mountainsides. It was very difficult to get in.
difficult.
Just when Yang Jiu was about to go back and report his findings to his master, he turned around and saw a thin middle-aged man appearing behind him, the man with the black mole.
The man with the black mole said hoarsely: "Who is this girl, and why are you cowering all the way here?"
Yang Jiujiu did not answer, but drew out the Qingfeng Sword.
The man with the black mole's huge eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he said: "Qingfeng Sword? Are you Yang Jiujiu, the disciple of Zui Laogui?"
Yang Jiu said coldly: "You exorcist family are so courageous, you dare to go against my Cangyun lineage." The man with the black mole sneered a few times and said: "What did Miss Yang say? Why can't I understand?
This is Xiangxi, not Bashu where you disciples of the Cangyun Sect can dominate. Please be careful what you say. As the saying goes, everyone who comes from afar is a guest. Since Miss Yang is here, she might as well stay here for a few more days.
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Just show off your friendship as a landlord."
Yang Jiujiu felt bad, but she was not afraid. The Qingfeng Sword in her hand suddenly glowed with green light, and she stabbed the man with the black mole.
It has been seven days. Ouyang Caiyu has not found Yang Shijiu. The two returned to Hanyang City from Cangyun Mountain seven days ago. Yang Shijiu said that he would come to Langya Mountain to find him the next day, but seven days have passed.
Jiu still didn't come.
Ouyang Caiyu sent people to the Yang Mansion in Hanyang City many times to inquire. He only knew that Yang Shijiu did come back seven days ago, but he flew away soon, seemingly to Laojun Temple.
Ouyang Caiyu sent people to Laojun Temple again, and the news he received was that Yang Shijiu only stayed at Laojun Temple for less than two hours and then left.
The last trace found was the Yueyang Tower in Yueyang City. Some people remember that Yang Shijiu threw a sour scholar from Yueyang Tower into Dongting Lake.
Since then, no one has seen Yang Jiu again.
News came from Cangyun that Yang Jiu had not returned, which made Ouyang Caiyu very worried. He vaguely felt that something had happened to Yang Jiu. Today Ouyang Caiyu could not sit still and left Langya Mountain in person.
Arriving at Yueyang City, I followed the place where Yang Jiujiu last appeared seven days ago and began to trace her whereabouts bit by bit.
