Chapter 1140: Driving Corpses in Xiangxi

Yang Jiujiu hurriedly said goodbye to Xuanhai and Xuanzhen, wanting to go back and tell his master about this discovery. After being sent out of Laojun Temple by Qingchengzi, 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. Down three and three.

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 out who had been poisoned, 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 young lady from a wealthy family is to be different from others. Even though she was worried, she still ordered hundreds of taels of wine and food, all of which were Yueyang Tower's specialties. Yang Jiujiu only ate a little before he put down his chopsticks and propped his chin up to watch. Looking at the sparkling Dongting Lake under my feet, maybe it’s the sky

As 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 and holding his chin alone with a melancholy expression, stepped forward and chanted: "Ten miles of flat lake are filled with frost, and every inch of blue hair is filled with sorrow for the past. Looking at the moon I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals, such a good day and such a good 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.

Now that she is in a bad mood, whoever messes with her will be in trouble. 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.

Just after walking out of Yueyang Tower, I turned onto a deserted trail and prepared to fly back to Hanyang City. It was completely dark now. 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.

"The Yin Bing borrowed the way, the Yang people avoided it. The Liu family rushed the corpse, there was no taboos ... Dang Dang Dang ..."

"Executing corpses in Western Hunan?"

Yang Jiu was surprised. He didn't expect to encounter the Liu family driving away corpses near Yueyang City.

It's correct to think about it. Thirty miles south of Junshan is the Liu family's hometown. It's not surprising that the Liu family's corpse hunters often appear here.

Xiangxi has been a forbidden land that cultivators dare not set foot in since ancient times. Yang Jiu 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 along the path.

Behind that man, followed more than thirty pale-faced people. These people, with expressions on their faces, followed the middle-aged man walking on the snow in a numb manner. They all looked like dead bodies.

Yang Jiujiu planned to fly away after the group of corpses passed by. Unexpectedly, under 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 small patch of hair on it.

Isn't this corpse chaser the same as the Taoist Xuanguang that Dad described as the man who performed rituals for the Yang family for three days and three nights 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 Jiu was worried that the clues had been lost, so he quietly followed the group of corpses southward. At dawn, Yang Jiu 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, surrounded by There are warning posts everywhere on the mountainside, and it’s 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 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 said, "Qingfeng Sword? Are you Yang Jiujiu, the disciple of Drunken Old Ghost?"

Yang Jiu said coldly: "You exorcist family are so brave, 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. As the saying goes, you are a guest from afar. Since Miss Yang is here, it is better to stay here for a few more days. Next

A little bit of 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 later, Yang Shijiu 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 before leaving.

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 couldn't sit still anymore. He left Langya Mountain in person and came to Yueyang City. Following the place where Yang Jiujiu last appeared seven days ago, he began to trace her whereabouts bit by bit.