February 15, Jingzhou City, Lingfu Study.

The bookshelves on both sides are piled with historical books from various dynasties, chronicles from various places, and yellowed Buddhist scriptures, but there is not a single document related to the local governance of Jingzhou Prefecture.

In the corner, in the distance, there is a delicate basin of flowers, with a few bright golden petals floating on the surface of the water.

Ling Weisi, who was richly dressed, slowly put down a Buddhist scripture in his hand and looked up at the door of the room.

A strong-faced man wearing the costume of a servant who was actually a subordinate of his Longsha Gang walked in and asked respectfully, "Gang leader, are you still torturing and interrogating Ding Dian as usual today?" ”

Ling Weisi's brows furrowed, the pile of broken corpses he had seen ten days ago had deeply shocked his heart.

What made him even more jealous was that he recognized the most conspicuous of the pile of corpses, an extremely tall and thin monk, who was the Treasure Elephant of the Blood Knife Sect Evil Monk who had been wanted by several provinces for many years, but was still at ease.

Subsequently, several other monks whose corpses were lying between the stone house and the high wall of the prison forced him to face the fact that he was:

Ding Dian's martial arts not only recovered, but also made a major breakthrough, so that he could take down many Blood Sword Sect evil monks whose martial arts were still above him.

Of course, Ling Huisi didn't think about whether someone else was helping Ding Dian. But when he thought about it, he really couldn't figure it out, how could there be people who were not tempted by the treasures of Liancheng.

He is a noble and promising Hanlin, and he is also the leader of the Longsha Gang with power all over the two lakes, and he still thinks about the treasure and tries his best to do everything possible, how good can the so-called "heroes" in those rivers and lakes be?

Even Ding Dian is not stubbornly guarding the secret of his treasure, even if he uses his daughter as a condition in exchange, he ignores it.

Thinking of this, Ling Huisi couldn't help but fall into the thought of his past behavior and judgment.

To this day, he still can't figure out what Ding Dian really thinks.

Does Ding Dian value the treasures of Liancheng and the Divine Illumination Sutra more, or does he value Ling Shuanghua more? In fact, Ling Huisi already had a vague answer in his heart, but he was still unwilling to believe and accept it.

In fact, he firmly believed in his heart that no matter how deeply Ding Dian loved Ling Shuanghua in the past, the two sides had reached this point where there was no possibility of a peaceful settlement.

Therefore, the recovery of Ding Dian's martial arts did make him feel deeply frightened and uneasy.

As a result, Ling Huisi's tone fluctuated unnaturally: "Of course, continue to interrogate Ding Dian!" Why not continue? You bring me the pots of golden flowers I hid in the backyard, and I'll be of use for myself. ”

"In addition, send someone to urge Ma Daming and them to find a doctor who can treat Shuanghua's face injury as soon as possible. Time is pressing, so if there's a candidate, show me it and let them give it a try. ”

As the gang retreated, Ling Huisi held the Buddhist scriptures again, but there was no mercy in his heart, and his thoughts drifted to his daughter.

Shuanghua, Shuanghua, your mother was obedient to me back then, why did you dare to rebel against me? Then don't blame me for ruining you.

……

Zhao Qing was dressed in white, with a bamboo stick tied around his waist, and walked on the street.

Behind her, Di Yun's face had a happy and relieved smile, Qi Fang carefully held his mutilated right hand, and after seeing Di Yun's expression, he unconsciously showed a quiet smile.

Behind the three of them is the courtyard of ten thousand families that used to be rich and noble.

After getting along with his sister for a while, every time he saw her feel distressed for his right hand, Di Yun recalled the time when the Wan family framed him.

So under the leadership of Zhao Qing, Di Yun successfully came to the Wanjia compound and met Wan Gui, who was crippled in bed. If Di Yun lived in the countryside at the beginning, he was kind and couldn't bear to continue to take revenge on the other party.

But after going through so much, although Di Yun still has a good heart, he only keeps it for the good people he considers. He is not prepared to be generous with those who have harmed him.

Honest people also have a bottom line. Di Yun can want to strangle Shen Cheng because of his insult, or he can kill people to avenge himself and his master.

In this regard, Zhao Qing naturally supports it, in the original work, Wan Gui was cold-blooded to the point of killing Qi Fang and her daughter water spinach, and there was no humanity at all.

She spared Wan Gui's life for the time being, and she also had the idea of letting Di Yun personally take revenge when the time came.

In fact, unconsciously, perhaps under the influence of his own killings again and again, Zhao Qing's standard for people who can be killed is getting lower and lower.

So, half an hour ago, Wan Gui watched Di Yun, who had been hurt by himself, break into the room, slash at him with a sword, and kill him on the spot.

"Miss Qi, Brother Di, do you two go back to the countryside to live in seclusion, or do you want to follow me for a while?" Zhao Qing turned around and asked Qi Fang and Di Yun.

"Miss Zhao, your great kindness, our brothers and sisters haven't repaid it yet, why are you embarrassed to leave? Whatever you command, we will do our best. The two replied solemnly.

Zhao Qing sighed lightly and continued to walk forward.

"'Holding the three-foot sword of Qingfeng, cut off all the injustices in life.'" When I help you, I actually follow my own will, do chivalrous deeds, punish evil and promote good, and I have not thought about what you will repay me. ”

"Actually, when I said follow me for a while, I want you to wait for Ding Dian to be released from prison, so that you can live together in the future, and you two don't need to help you do anything. If you have time, you can also practice the martial arts I have organized, so that you can have more self-protection power. ”

While the three of them were talking, they had already walked into a restaurant.

Zhao Qing naturally found a table and sat down on the side, called Xiao Er to order a few dishes, and was not afraid of being recognized by passers-by.

In order to prevent others from recognizing her, she changed her hairstyle, put on a veil, and raised her shoe feet, and adjusted her luck to make her face a little ruddy.

Although they are all small details, the gap is quite large. It can be said that unless it is an acquaintance, it is very difficult to recognize her.

Di Yun and Qi Fang sat opposite Zhao Qing.

There are very few people who know Di Yun, most of them are crippled and lying at home; And after spending a few years in prison, Di Yun's image and temperament have also changed a little.

He was dressed in plain clothes, with his right hand tucked in his sleeve, and there was nothing special about him in the crowd.

And Qi Fang, after wearing part of her appearance, also wore a veil on her face.

The three of them silently waited for Xiao Er to come over. Di Yun and Qi Fang looked at each other affectionately, while Zhao Qing was bored scanning the customers around them.

At this moment, a bearded man in a table full of martial arts people on the side said with a sense of mystery: "Have you heard of the "Weapon Spectrum" that has been circulating in Jingzhou City recently? ”

Not far away, Zhao Qing stroked the long soft hair behind his ears and showed a knowing smile.