He put the garbage basket on the table. Many people in the martial arts have the habit of tearing or burning them directly after receiving the news of carrier pigeons.

However, there are also some negligent people, or they feel that the message passed is not so important, and will discard it at will, rather than handling it so carefully.

Yang Ji wasn't sure if what he heard was true, after all, Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong might have actually dealt with it.

"Luckily, they didn't. ”

After a moment, Yang Ji took out a note from the garbage basket and let out a long sigh of relief. The note was very complete, just crumpled into a ball, with a lot of folds on it, and it was not like Yang Ji thought that it had been torn to shreds, or burned with his hands.

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 really not an important secret for the two of them, and Zuo Taichong feels that it is dispensable and irrelevant, so he doesn't care about it.

Yang Ji put the garbage basket on the floor, then took the note and slowly unfolded it, and a small line of text immediately jumped on the paper:

"Arrive at Chau Fu soon, please wait at the inn. He Sikong. ”

The content on the note was very short, almost exactly the same as what Yang Ji heard, it should be the news that He Sikong sent with a carrier pigeon.

"Haha......"

Looking at this line of text, Yang Ji's eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile. It is not easy to imitate a person's handwriting, but Yang Ji, as a descendant of literature and Taoism, once made a living by selling words for a while, this kind of thing is really difficult for him.

"It's been a long time since I've tried this kind of thing, and I don't know if it's okay. ”

Yang Ji smiled, took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the mustard bottle and put it on the table. The stationery that He Sikong used to deliver the message was a very ordinary carrier pigeon paper, and Yang Ji carried it on his body, and the key was to imitate the other party's handwriting.

Yang Ji held the note. Carefully examined, all the horizontal, hooked, apostrophe, and pinched above are clearly studied. Whether the written text can deceive them depends on the imitation skills of the text.

Yang Ji lifted the fine brush next to him, turned it over in his heart, and then picked up the pen and wrote on the white rice paper. The handwriting is in small letters. There are always a lot of mistakes in the first imitation.

Yang Ji imitated and summarized over and over again, and at the same time used his strong analysis and deduction ability to constantly correct.

After a small half cup of tea, Yang Ji finally lifted the pen, looked at the Xiaokai on the rice paper and nodded, and laughed:

"That's it. ”

This line of text only looks at the style of writing, handwriting, and transitions. It's almost exactly like what was on that piece of paper. If you don't know, you can't see it at all, it's the handwriting of two people.

Crumple all the rice paper you wrote before, and then with a flash of fire in your palm, you will burn all the rice paper to ashes. Yang Ji took a message note for carrier pigeons from the mustard bottle, spread the ink, and soon wrote a line of text on it.

After glancing at it, Yang Ji nodded with satisfaction. Then put it away.

"Almost. The pigeon should be in hand, too. ”

Yang Ji walked to the window and jumped. Flew out of the window, took a few landings, and left the inn. There is a lot of people in the prefecture, but there are always some hidden places.

Among them, the small courtyard where Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong hid before was an excellent place.

Yang Ji climbed over the high wall and stopped under a large tree at the edge of the courtyard. He beckoned to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, two huge giant bees fell from the sky carrying a gray carrier pigeon.

If such a scene appears in a downtown or inn, it will inevitably attract the attention of those who are interested. This is also the reason why Yang Ji chose to be here.

"Buzz!"

Two huge giant bees fluttered their wings. Falling from the sky, he threw the gray pigeon into Yang Ji's hands. The pigeon's whole body was stiff, just like wood, and it didn't even move when it was thrown into Yang Ji's hands, obviously injected with toxin.

"It's okay, it's not dead. ”

Yang Ji felt the temperature on his hands and breathed a sigh of relief. The pigeon was just paralyzed and did not die.

"Alright, let's suck the toxins out of it. ”

Yang Jidao didn't say it to the two giant bees, but to the mustard bottle in his sleeve. The intelligence of the giant bees is not so high, and the real psychic is the queen bee in the mustard bottle.

The queen bee has absolute dominance in the bee colony, and Yang Ji wants the bee colony to complete many complex tasks, which need to be completed with the help of the bee queen.

"Buzz!"

As if receiving the signal, two huge giant bees vibrated their wings, and two tail pins more than five inches long suddenly pulled out of their tails, trembled, and suddenly inserted into the pigeon's body.

"Goo!"

In just a short period of time, the gray carrier pigeon regained its vitality, and stood up from Yang Ji's hand on one side of its body. It seemed to be greatly frightened, and as soon as its wings fluttered, it struggled to fly from Yang Ji's hands.

However, after flying a few feet, it seemed to be under a huge traction, struggling to fly, and it seemed that the flight range was limited to the range that could only be within three feet of Yang Ji's body.

"Hehe, and when you are used, what to do in a hurry. ”

Yang Ji stretched out his palm lightly, and didn't care about the pigeon struggling and fluttering, but grabbed its ankle, untied a bamboo tube the size of a small finger from it, opened the lid, poured it onto the palm, and a rolled up note immediately fell into his hand.

"Come on, we'll be waiting for you at the inn to discuss business. ”

It's very concise, and it's also very ordinary. Yang Ji took a look at it and burned it to ashes. He took out the newly written note in his arms, rolled it into a thin tube, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and carefully tied it to the leg of the gray carrier pigeon.

"Be quiet and don't be afraid. ”

Yang Ji gently stroked the feathers of the pigeon, and at the same time passed a peaceful and serene spiritual idea to the carrier pigeon.

Sure enough, after only a while, the carrier pigeon, which was still frightened just now, quieted down and landed freely in Yang Ji's palm, not only not afraid, but also a sense of closeness, as if Yang Ji was a familiar person.

Pigeons have a strong ability to recognize, and once the paper is removed, most of them will choose to go to the other side of the "journey".

Yang Ji fed the pigeon a little something, releasing a signal that it had arrived at its destination. Then he looked at the sky, put his hands up, and let the carrier pigeon fly.

"Plop Rang!"

Five or six gray feathers swirled down from the sky. After the carrier pigeon flew into the sky, circled for a week, identified the direction, and did not fly out of the city, but returned the same way, and quickly flew in the direction of Baichuan Inn.

Yang Ji used the giant bee to observe this scene in the sky. Nodding with satisfaction, he unfolded his body and swept out of the city......

......

"Hisss!~"

In the guest room of Baichuan Inn, except for the slight sound of breathing, there is no other sound. Wang Kai and Zuo Taichong were one on the bed and the other on the seat, breathing and breathing, while silently waiting for He Sikong's arrival.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, there was a surge of air currents, just in the blink of an eye. A gray dove flew down from the sky with fluttering wings, and landed diagonally on the lattice, its paws grasping the edge of the lattice, and its little black eyes looked at the two people in the room.

"It's He Sikong!"

The two people in the room opened their eyes in unison and looked at each other, both of them a little puzzled.

"Didn't He Sikong ask us to come to the inn to wait for him? Why did he suddenly ask us to meet him outside the city?"

Wang Kaiwei shouted.

"Really?"

Zuo Taichong looked surprised and also stood up. walked to the window and glanced at the letter paper from Wang Kai's hand:

"It's He Sikong's handwriting, that's right. ”

Zuo Taichong frowned. There was also deep doubt in his eyes. At first, he thought Wang Kai was joking, but it was indeed He Sikong's handwriting.

"Brother Zuo. Isn't He Sikong playing with us?"

Wang Kai said dissatisfied.

"Alright, alright!"

Zuo Taichong waved his hand to appease Wang Kai. Although he didn't understand, he was even more impatient when Wang Kai complained in his ear like this:

"It's not a few steps outside the city, and it's not a big deal. -- Brother He has never been a fool. I won't do such a boring thing. Something must have happened, and it is inconvenient to enter the city now. ”

Zuo Taichong frowned, silent in thought. Although it is a little strange, there is no doubt that the handwriting and carrier pigeons are He Sikong's, and others can't imitate them. It's impossible to know.

He Sikong said in the letter that he and his party went to meet him outside the city. There is not much difference between the outside of the city and the inside of the city, the only difference is that it is just a Han court.

"It seems that he may have offended someone. ”

Zuo Taichong was thoughtful in his heart.

I am afraid that the people who can make He Sikong jealous are the people in the court, those families, big families, and gate valves. For the way people like themselves act, it is normal to anger these people.

"Forget it. Let's go!"

Zuo Taichong crushed his two fingers in the middle of eating, crushed the note in his hand into powder, and quickly made up his mind:

"If you want to know anything, you can go and see He Sikong outside the city. ”

With a flick of his sleeves, Zuo Taichong immediately strode out.

Wang Kai looked uncomfortable, but when he saw that Zuo Taichong had already gone out, he could only follow out in a muffled voice.

Both of them were very low-key, the two big hats were covered with black cloths, and after passing through the inn gate, they rented a carriage and went out quickly.

After passing through the streets, about half an hour later, the two of them disappeared through the city gate and outside the city.

"Let's go, it's here!"

In the middle of the way, the two of them jumped out of the carriage with a whizz, and without even the coachman being alarmed, they jumped up and down and into the thick grass beside the road.

The ridge undulated, and the two of them sped one after the other toward a nearby mountain. Neither of them noticed, and a pair of eyes watched them silently, and then silently lurked in the bushes and leaped away after them.

"Whew!"

The mountain wind was gusting, and it was sunset, and the two of them stood straight on the top of the mountain, like pillars. Looking around, the trees on the top of the mountain are bursting, and the leaves are reflecting the pale yellow afterglow in the setting sun, but there is no other figure in sight.

"What's the matter? What about He Sikong? He called us over, why is his own person gone?"

Wang Kai looked around, and said a little displeased. I waited for a long time, and none of the dead people saw a single one.

Zuo Taichong also frowned deeply, and rarely did not speak. The carrier pigeon belonged to He Sikong, and the note was also written by him, but he was not there.

I don't know why, Zuo Tai suddenly felt that something was wrong. (To be continued......)