Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Upon hearing this sharp rebuke, Kang Guangling had no choice but to shut up sheepishly.

He pulled Xie Buruo aside, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had realized something.

"Young brother, since you know I am one of the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, are you perhaps a disciple of my junior brother? Is that why you know the method to resist my music?"

Xie Bu Ruo shook his head.

Kang Guangling pressed him on how he knew the origins of these eight friends.

Xie should simply shift the blame to Prince Duan, saying that he heard it all from him.

Kang Guangling sighed, "The Duan family of Dali is indeed remarkable."

He realized that Xie Buruo was neither a Taoist priest nor a highly accomplished monk.

I couldn't understand it at all. He had neither profound internal strength nor a resilient mind, so how did he get the ability to resist my musical prowess?

Kang Guangling couldn't help but ask again, "Have you encountered any life-or-death events recently?"

Xie should just say that he was almost buried alive and survived, but he secretly muttered to himself.

"Am I supposed to tell you even if I was struck by lightning in my past life and have been reborn twice?"

Kang Guangling frowned: "Could it be that he has seen through life and death, and therefore is undisturbed by my music?"

But no matter how he looked at the man, he didn't think he was a wise man who could see through life and death.

While the old man and the young girl were talking, Wang Yuyan was also busy.

She took out the wooden box she had previously stored away and examined it closely.

This item belonged to her family's Mantuo Manor. Others couldn't see the mechanism in the wooden box, but they couldn't hide it from her.

She has played with this wooden box as a toy since she was a child, countless times.

She placed her fingers on the mechanism on the side of the wooden box, turning and pressing it left and right with nimble movements.

With a snap, a hidden compartment popped out from the bottom of the wooden box.

The box was square, and a letter lay quietly in the center.

The envelope was addressed to "To Prince Duan" and sealed with sealing wax on the back.

Wang Yuyan held the letter, hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to open it or not.

Mu Wanqing looked at the letter, then at Wang Yuyan, unsure of what to do.

After a moment, Wang Yuyan took a deep breath and made a decision.

Tear open the envelope and pull out the letter.

It didn't contain any love poems or sweet nothings, just a narrow strip of paper.

It has a string of years and times written on it.

Mu Wanqing, who was standing to the side, couldn't understand what was going on. When she turned her head, she saw that Wang Yuyan's expression had changed drastically.

She had already realized that the note contained her birth date and time.

"Why did Mother give my birth date and time to Prince Duan?"

"Could it be...?"

Kang Guangling was puzzled by the strange things happening to Xie Buruo when he saw Wang Yuyan take out a note, and he immediately became interested.

Despite his advanced age, he had the heart of a child. He immediately abandoned Xie Buruo and ran off to eat melon seeds.

Xie Buruo followed afterward.

He never expected Wang Yuyan to be able to open the wooden box, nor did he expect that the envelope contained a birth date and time chart.

To everyone's surprise, Wang Yuyan made a decision in an instant.

She turned to look at Mu Wanqing and said, "Miss Mu, I'll go to Dali with you."

She came out this time to find her cousin.

At this moment, facing a major life change, he is thinking about finding out about his origins.

Should I go back to Mantuo Manor and ask my mother?

Most of the time, they won't get any answers from the questions, and instead will be placed under house arrest on the island, making it difficult for them to escape.

All the evidence points to Prince Duan of Dali.

She made up her mind and, disregarding the long distance, decided to go to Dali to get to the bottom of the matter.

When Mu Wanqing saw that Wang Yuyan wanted to travel with her, she readily agreed.

Xie Buruo, however, reminded the two of something.

They are currently wanted criminals by Mantuo Manor.

One was a rival of Lady Wang's, whom she wished could tear to pieces.

The other is the young master that Mantuo Manor must find.

Mu Wanqing smiled smugly: "Once I find my Black Rose, no matter how many troops they send, they won't be able to catch up with me."

She looked around with a radiant smile, brimming with confidence in her BMW.

Wang Yuyan, however, thought of something else and hesitated before speaking.

"Young Master Xie, you seem to know a great deal about Prince Duan? Does he... does he have other daughters?"

The implication was clear: she was already quite convinced that she was Duan Zhengchun's daughter.

Xie decided to stop hiding his intentions and pointed at Wang Yuyan and then at Mu Wanqing.

"Two of Prince Duan's daughters have been found."

"One is you, and the other is her."

"There's one more..."

The three of them moved closer together, almost touching down by half a foot.

Xie Ruo reached out and pushed Kang Guangling away.

"And there's also A'Zhu!"

Azi thanked her for not saying anything, because even if she did, they wouldn't recognize her.

Zhong Ling, on the other hand, has both parents, unlike A Zhu, who is an orphan.

hiss!

Wang Yuyan gasped.

She always felt quite close to Azhu.

I initially thought it was because of my cousin.

Looking back now, maybe it's because we have the same father.

Wang Yuyan was already considering whether she should bring Azhu along on the trip.

Kang Guangling, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Who is A'Zhu?"

Xie Buruo asked curiously, "Aren't you Abi's master? How come you don't even recognize Azhu? She's Abi's very good friend."

Kang Guangling waved his hand and said, "I only taught Xiao Abi to play the piano and do kung fu, and it's been two years since I last saw her. How would I know who her friends are?"

Upon hearing the mention of Abi, Wang Yuyan suddenly remembered that she had come to find Abi.

After talking for a while, they still hadn't seen Abi appear, so they asked Kang Guangling about her.

Kang Guangling said, "I heard from the servants in the courtyard that Xiao Abi went out to run errands with her friends, but I haven't seen her either."

Wang Yuyan asked, "Senior, are you also here to see Abi?"

Kang Guangling shook his head vigorously: "Wrong, wrong. Although I think of this disciple, I've been busy composing a new song for the monk Xuanku lately, and I really don't have the time."

"I only came to Qin Yun Xiao Zhu because I saw a note left by my junior brother nearby. But not only was my junior brother not here, but even my little disciple went out on business."

At this point, his face lit up with joy.

"Finally, the heavens have been kind to me, allowing me to wait for the three of you and see this ancient melody, 'Sitting in Oblivion'."

"With this melody as a starting point, my song 'A Single Reed' has gained a lot of inspiration, and I think it will be completed soon. At that time, it will surely become a legendary story in the music world!"

Kang Guangling spoke with a smug, head-shaking gesture.

Xie Buruo, however, focused his attention on the junior brother he had mentioned.

Only after asking did I learn that the junior brother Kang Guangling was referring to was none other than "King Yama's Enemy" Xue Muhua.

"You've probably all heard about my junior brother's rules of conduct. While ordinary doctors charge a consultation fee, he insists on being taught a unique skill before he'll treat a patient. But this time, Junior Brother Xue broke that rule."

Xie Buruo thought they were talking about Granny Rui's matter, but then Kang Guangling continued.

"He recently encountered a patient with an eye ailment. This person's eyes had been meticulously sewn together with needle and thread, a technique of extreme skill. The skill was so superb that it far surpassed that of his junior brother. Upon seeing this, Junior Brother Xue was greatly impressed."

"Not only did I not ask him for martial arts skills, I also removed his stitches and treated his eyes. But the more I thought about it afterward, the more something seemed off."

"After much thought, he concluded that the only person in the world with such abilities, besides our master, is Master, the Starry Constellation Old Monster."

"But there's something I can't figure out. The Starry Constellation Old Monster is extremely skilled in martial arts and poisons, but healing is not his forte. He suspects there's more to this than meets the eye, and that this matter might be related to our sect, so he left me a letter and asked to meet me. But right now, even he himself doesn't know where he is."

After saying that, he let out a long sigh.

The rooster crows at dawn, and the sky begins to lighten.

Kang Guangling was busy copying the score and didn't say much to the others. He took the score and left on his own.

Although the letter had been opened, Xie should still put the wooden box away and return it to the bag.

Seeing that she couldn't find Abi, Wang Yuyan had no intention of lingering any longer.

She planned to offer incense at Murong Bo's grave.

Afterwards, we went to Tingxiang Pavilion to visit Azhu before setting off for Dali.

Because she dared not reveal her identity, Wang Yuyan always covered her face with a light veil.

The servants at Qinyun Xiaozhu did not recognize her. Although they were polite, they were not particularly attentive.

Murong Bo was renowned in the martial arts world, and people would often come here to offer incense and sweep his grave.

The male servant was not surprised when he heard Xie Buruo and the others' purpose for coming.

They were first led to a secluded house to rest for a while, and after having a meal, a small boat was sent to take them to the tomb of Murong Bo.

Inside the elegant residence, the furnishings are simple yet exquisitely arranged.

The walls are adorned with ink-wash landscape paintings.

None of them were in the mood to appreciate it.

Wang Yuyan, born into a wealthy family, hadn't slept a wink last night, and was already nodding off like a chick pecking at rice as she sat down at the table.

Mu Wanqing simply picked up her chopsticks, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the dishes and the start of her meal.

Xie Buruo couldn't understand these landscape paintings and calligraphy, so he wandered around for a while and his gaze stopped in front of a horizontal scroll.

The painting is not an ordinary landscape, but a diagram of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

A line of words was written in tiny, neat characters next to it.

How should the sequence be arranged from Guimei to Wuwang?

Xie Buruo has recently been reading books like the Book of Changes, and upon seeing this picture, he couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

After only a short while, it became clear that this was a calculation problem involving deducing the direction of a hexagram.

The male servant serving nearby, seeing that Xie had stopped to look at the picture, couldn't help but look at him with higher regard.

"Young master has excellent eyesight!"

"This diagram represents a problem that the old owner encountered back then."

"The old master said he only managed to unravel it by chance."

"If you are interested, young master, you may give it a try."