February 15th, Jingzhou City, Ling Mansion Study Room.
The bookshelves on both sides are filled with history books from various dynasties, local chronicles from various places, and volumes of yellowed Buddhist scriptures, but there is not a single document related to the local governance of Jingzhou Prefecture.
There is an exquisite water basin placed far away in the corner, with a few golden petals floating on the water in the basin.
The luxuriously dressed Ling Tuisi slowly put down a Buddhist scripture he was reading and looked up at the door of the room.
A horse-faced man wearing official uniform, who was actually one of his Longsha gang members, walked in and asked respectfully: "Gang leader, are you going to continue to torture and interrogate Ding Dian as usual today?"
Ling Tuisi frowned. The pile of mutilated corpses he saw ten days ago deeply shocked him.
What frightened him even more was that he recognized the most conspicuous among the pile of corpses, a very tall and thin monk. He was the evil monk Baoxiang of the Blood Sword Sect who had been jointly wanted by several provinces for many years, but was still at ease.<
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Later, the corpses of several other monks were found between the stone cell house and the high wall, forcing him to face a fact, that is:
Not only did Ding Dian's martial arts recover, but he also made a major breakthrough, so much so that he was able to defeat many evil monks from the Blood Knife Sect whose martial arts were still superior to his own.
Of course, Ling Tuisi had not not considered whether there might be someone else helping Ding Dian. But after thinking about it, he really couldn't figure out how there could be someone who wasn't interested in Liancheng's treasure.
Hanlin himself is a noble man with a bright future, and he is also the leader of the Longsha Gang, which has power all over the two lakes. He is still thinking about the treasure and trying every possible means. How can those so-called "heroes" in the world be any better?
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Even Ding Dian didn't insist on keeping the secret of his treasure. Even if he offered his daughter in exchange, he would ignore it.
Thinking of this, Ling Tuisi couldn't help but fall into thinking about his past actions and judgments.
To this day, he still can't figure out Ding Dian's true thoughts.
Does Ding Dian value Liancheng Treasures and the "Shenzhao Jing" more, or does he value Ling Shuanghua more? In fact, Ling Tuisi already had a vague answer in his mind, but he was still unwilling to believe or accept it.
In fact, he firmly believed that no matter how deeply Ding Dian loved Ling Shuanghua in the past, there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution between the two parties at this point.
Therefore, Ding Dian's recovery of martial arts indeed made him feel deeply fearful and uneasy.
Then Ling Tuisi's tone had an unnatural ups and downs: "Of course we will continue to interrogate Ding Dian! Why not continue? You can bring over the pots of Jinbo Xun flowers I have hidden in the backyard. I will use them for my own use."
"In addition, send someone to urge Ma Daming and others to find a doctor who can treat Shuanghua's facial injuries as soon as possible. Time is tight. As long as there is a candidate, let me have a look, and then let them make do with it." p>
As the gang members resigned, Ling Tuisi once again held the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, but there was no compassion in his heart, and his thoughts drifted to his daughter.
Shuanghua, Shuanghua, when your mother was obedient to me, how could you dare to disobey me? Then don’t blame me for ruining you.
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Zhao Qing was dressed in white, with a bamboo stick tied around his waist, walking on the street.
Behind her, Di Yun had a cheerful and relieved smile on his face. Qi Fang carefully held his incomplete right hand. After seeing Di Yun's expression, she unconsciously showed a peaceful smile. p>
Behind the three people is the courtyard of thousands of families who used to be wealthy and wealthy.
After spending some time with his junior sister, every time he saw her feeling distressed for his right hand, Di Yun recalled how the Wan family framed him.
So under the leadership of Zhao Qing, Di Yun successfully arrived at the Wan Family Courtyard and met Wan Gui, who was crippled in bed. If Di Yun had lived in the countryside, he would have been too kind to bear to continue to retaliate against him. p>
But after experiencing so much, although Di Yun still has a kind heart, he only reserves it for people he considers to be good people. He is not prepared to be generous and tolerant to the evil people who have harmed him.
An honest person also has a bottom line. Di Yun could want to strangle Shen Cheng to death because of his insult, or he could kill someone to avenge himself and his master.
Zhao Qing naturally supports this. In the original work, Wan Gui is so cold-blooded that he kills Qi Fang and wants to kill her daughter Kangkong, which is completely inhumane.
She spared Wan Gui's life for the time being, with the idea of letting Di Yun take revenge himself.
In fact, unknowingly, perhaps due to the influence of his repeated killings, Zhao Qing's standards for people who can be killed have become lower and lower.
So, half a quarter of an hour ago, Wan Gui watched helplessly as Di Yun, who had been harmed by him, broke into the room, slashed with his sword, and killed him on the spot.
"Miss Qi, Brother Di, are you two going to live in seclusion in the countryside, or should you follow me for a while first?" Zhao Qing turned around and asked Qi Fang and Di Yun.
"Miss Zhao, we brothers and sisters have not repaid your great kindness, so how can we have the nerve to leave? We will do our best if you give us any instructions." The two of them replied solemnly.
Zhao Qing sighed softly and continued walking forward.
"'Holding a sword with a green edge and three feet, I will cut off all injustices in my life.' When I help you, I am actually following my own will, acting chivalrously and righteously, punishing evil and promoting good. I have never thought about what you will repay me."
"Actually, what I said about following me for a while is more because I want you to wait until Ding Dian is released from prison. You can live together in the future. I don't need your help. If you are free, you can also
If you practice the martial arts I compiled, you will be able to protect yourself even more."
While the three of them were talking, they had already walked into a restaurant.
Zhao Qing naturally found a table and sat down nearby, and asked the waiter to order a few dishes, not afraid of being recognized by passers-by.
In order to prevent others from recognizing her, she changed her hairstyle, put on a veil, raised her shoes, and adjusted her exercise skills to make her face a little rosy.
Although they are just small details, the difference together is quite large. It can be said that unless you are an acquaintance, it will be extremely difficult to recognize her.
Di Yun and Qi Fang were sitting opposite Zhao Qing.
There are very few people who know Di Yun, and most of them are disabled and lying at home; and after staying in prison for several years, Di Yun's image and temperament have also changed somewhat.
He was dressed in simple regular clothes and had his right hand tucked into his sleeve. There was nothing special about him among the crowd.
As for Qi Fang, after putting on part of her makeup, she also wore a veil on her face.
The three of them waited silently for the waiter to serve the food. Di Yun and Qi Fang looked at each other affectionately, while Zhao Qing was scanning the surrounding customers in boredom.
At this moment, a tall man with a beard at a table full of martial arts people said mysteriously: "Have you heard about the "Weapons Manual" that has been circulated in Jingzhou City recently?"
Not far away, Zhao Qing brushed her long silky hair behind her ears and showed a knowing smile.