12dz Chapter 6: Clues
Chapter 6: Clues
Fifteen minutes later.
News of the passing of the estate owner, Yang Xuan, spread throughout Piaoxue Manor.
A somber mood pervaded the village, with white paper lanterns hanging from the beams and corridors of both the inner village and the outer village at the foot of the mountain.
Yang Mu was in charge of handling the funeral arrangements and setting up a mourning hall for his elder brother, Yang Xuan.
Yang Jiuli then went to the courtyard where he had lived as a child in the inner village to write the obituary.
Overwhelmed with grief and weakened by illness, Yang Lin coughed up blood and was temporarily sent back to his residence in the mountains to rest.
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After dusk, night falls.
The wind was biting cold, carrying a few snowflakes.
Centered around Piaoxue Mountain Villa, the Yang family established eight fortresses in eight directions within a radius of eighty li.
Many homing pigeons were kept in the fortress.
People in the village send messages by carrier pigeon, and all of them pass through the eight fortresses.
Some carrier pigeons, after relaying messages for a long time, also learn the routes.
Therefore, if someone in the village wants to send a message to the outside world, the carrier pigeon will most likely pass through one of the eight fortresses.
Li Molan has been holding out at the fortress in the north for a day and a night!
Along with them were two guards from Yang Jiuli's mansion, both of whom were masters of excellent lightness skills.
Zhao Qi was one of the guards.
He stood atop the nine-zhang-high watchtower, and even in the darkness of night, he kept his eyes wide open, focusing his mind and sensing all directions.
As the young master's bodyguard, he was usually only responsible for protecting Yang Jiuli.
The fact that they've sent someone to intercept the carrier pigeons suggests that something serious has happened at the manor.
Therefore, Zhao Qi dared not slack off in the slightest.
The night was cold, and a few snowflakes drifted down onto his eyebrows, turning into ice crystals.
call!
Suddenly, Zhao Qi's ears twitched, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he thought to himself, "They're here!"
He immediately touched the ground with his feet, leaped out of the watchtower, and landed on a towering ancient tree next to him.
He moved like a nimble fox, and in a few leaps, he arrived at another ancient tree.
With a swift movement, he caught a carrier pigeon as if scooping the moon from the bottom of the sea.
With a swift movement, he stepped onto tree branches and, in a few quick leaps, reached the watchtower on the other side.
The carrier pigeon has a small bamboo tube tied to its leg.
The bamboo tube has a small lid, which is sealed with a candle. If someone opens it, they will notice.
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Inside Snowdrift Manor.
Yang Jiuli is writing the obituary.
At the same time, he was thinking and analyzing the situation.
"You attacked my father, yet you haven't attacked my manor yet. Are you planning to take over Snowdrift Manor without bloodshed? Or do you have other schemes?"
Yang Jiuli whispered.
"If he wanted to achieve victory without bloodshed, he could have simply killed me, his heir... but he has yet to make a move."
Yang Jiuli finished writing an obituary.
This was clearly an obituary sent to Mingjian Villa.
"It seems they have other plans!" He picked up another postcard and continued writing the obituary.
"Who exactly is the other grandmaster?" Yang Jiuli murmured.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
Only by knowing who the master who attacked Yang's father was can a truly foolproof plan be devised.
Although Yang Jiuli had ways to save his life, he did not let his guard down.
Suddenly, he placed the pen on the inkstone.
Because familiar footsteps could be heard coming from the courtyard outside the window.
But Li Molan rushed over carrying a birdcage.
"Come in!"
Before Li Molan could knock on the door, Yang Jiuli's voice drifted out.
Li Molan pushed open the door and walked into the room.
"Young Master, I see white lanterns hanging all over the mansion..." Li Molan asked as she entered the house.
"Father has passed away!" Yang Jiuli sighed, speaking with a hint of sadness.
"The Master of the Manor has passed away!" Li Molan was struck as if by lightning, and staggered backward.
However, she managed to regain her composure and quickly composed herself.
"Young Master, this is a carrier pigeon intercepted at the Northern Fortress!" Li Molan picked up the birdcage and said to Yang Jiuli.
"The north!" Yang Jiuli's eyes gleamed.
Li Molan carefully opened the birdcage and took out the carrier pigeon.
It took the small bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg.
Yang Jiuli glanced at it, then took out a small knife and carefully scraped off the sealing wax.
Open the bamboo tube, and a small piece of paper will be poured out.
Yang Xuan has passed away. Friends from the martial arts world will be invited to pay their respects on the fifteenth of August.
Date: August 10th!
A single character for "rain" in the bottom corner!
"Rain..." Yang Jiuli's gaze sharpened as he looked at the word, then he rolled up the note and put it back into the bamboo tube.
He then sealed it again with a candle.
Upon seeing this, Li Molan looked surprised.
"Release this carrier pigeon on the spot!" Yang Jiuli said.
"Yes!" Li Molan replied, though she was surprised.
"Keep a close eye on things, and all the brothers will be rewarded afterwards!" Yang Jiuli said.
"Young Master, rest assured, Mo Lan will never let a single carrier pigeon escape your control," Li Mo Lan said.
"I trust you to handle things!" Yang Jiuli said with a smile.
A warm feeling rose in Li Molan's heart. She looked at Yang Jiuli and felt a sense of inexplicable respect.
For some reason, she could sense that her young master seemed to have gained a calm and composed demeanor.
It seems that everything is under his control.
After glancing at Yang Jiuli, she withdrew her attention and immediately bowed and retreated.
After Li Molan left, Yang Jiuli opened the window and looked outside.
"The north...it seems I'm pretty close to guessing!"
A faint smile appeared on his lips; he was filled with anticipation for the fish that was about to take the bait.
While I was pondering, a series of obituaries had already been written.
Before them lay obituaries for "Mingjian Manor" and "Tangjiabao".
Yang Jiuli sent someone to deliver it overnight.
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The following day, August 11th, was sunny.
early morning.
The news that Yang Jiuli had invited all the major forces in the martial arts world to attend Yang Xuan's memorial service on the fifteenth of August spread throughout Xuehu County.
Four days later, it will be the fifteenth of August!
The news of the death of the Snowdrift Manor Master caused a great uproar in the martial arts world of the Great Wei.
Some well-informed forces, however, remained calm and unsurprised, as if they had already received some information about it.
Some people even arrived in Xuehu County as early as that time, waiting for Yang Xuan to die so they could rush to Piaoxue Manor.
For example: in a lakeside villa in Seolhu County.
A man dressed in brocade robes, with a heroic appearance, sharp eyes, and snow-white hair, was waiting for news by the lake.
He also carried a sword case made of cold iron on his back.
A mist rolled in from the lakeside, and the middle-aged man's long, white hair danced in the wind, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly charm.
This man was Qin Shisan, the master of Mingjian Villa, a grandmaster of swordsmanship.
Qin Jianmei, the patriarch of the Famous Sword Manor, obtained the ancient sword control technique in the Black Abyss and comprehended the true essence of swordsmanship from it.
Furthermore, he created his own Thirteen Styles of Swordplay, instantly reaching the Grandmaster level and becoming the number one swordsman in the Great Wei Dynasty for a thousand years.
The sword technique he created is called the Thirteen Sword Styles.
Qin Shisan chose the name Shisan because he wanted to 'condense his sword with his will' and enter the Grandmaster realm, just like his ancestor.
pity.
He has only learned the tenth form of the sword so far, and has not yet mastered the last three forms.
Although he never mastered the Thirteen Sword Styles, Qin Shisan's name was already a household name in the martial arts world.
He is undoubtedly a grandmaster of swordsmanship.
At this moment, Qin Shisan stood by the lake, gazing into the distance with a deep look in his eyes.
Just like the mist in the lake, it is impossible to see through it or guess what it is.
"Father, Snowdrift Manor has sent an obituary... inviting you to Snowdrift Manor on the fifteenth of August to pay your respects to Master Yang." A woman dressed in a light blue embroidered long dress walked over with graceful steps, handing over an obituary notice with her delicate hands.
The woman had a sword at her waist, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her face was delicate. She was like a goddess who had stepped out of an iceberg, ethereal and otherworldly, with a transcendent temperament. From a distance, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, as if she was about to ride the wind and fly away to ascend to a fairyland at any moment.
This woman is Qin Shisan's daughter, named Qin Zhixue. She is eighteen years old, but has already entered the realm of a renowned master.
He has also achieved some success in kendo.
"The fifteenth of August, the day of the full moon, is indeed an auspicious day!" Qin Shisan said leisurely after taking the invitation and glancing at it.
His voice was ethereal, like that of a young man, showing no signs of age.
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