Ling Huisi took a few steps, probed his arm, and put his index finger and middle finger on Zhao Qing's wrist, only to feel that this woman's pulse was not strong, the number of strings was slow, and in terms of internal cultivation, it was difficult to even be called a third or fourth rate, so he couldn't help but put his mind at ease.

Internal strength cultivation is the most basic aspect of martial arts students. A true master of internal strength, the pulse is strong and powerful, and it is extremely difficult to hide.

Ling Huisi thinks that he can be regarded as a top second-rate player, and this time he has made a conclusive conclusion.

But I didn't know that Zhao Qing integrated the internal and external deep exercises, and controlled the body freely, even if he stopped the heart for a moment, he could easily do it, and it was naturally effortless to control the change of the pulse.

"This doctor, please let the little girl's face hurt. If it works, there will be great gratitude. ”

Ling Huisi said simply, and then instructed Ma Daming to open the courtyard door and lead Zhao Qing upstairs, and then left with his subordinates and headed in the direction of the prison.

The courtyard is very low-walled, with a few willow trees planted in it, and more than a dozen pots of blooming flowers are placed on the adjacent wall, all of which are quite neatly trimmed, apparently carefully cared for.

There is a very tall building in the courtyard, but it occupies a small area, only a closed window at the top, but it is more like a high square tower in a Western fairy tale where the princess is locked up.

Ma Daming consciously stood in the courtyard as a guard.

There was a small door under the small building, Zhao Qing pushed the door in, climbed the stairs and went upstairs, and heard a slight creaking sound from the stairs in the dimness. When I got to the top of the building, I saw a half-open door on the left, and it was still dark inside.

Suddenly there was a sound of flint and fire in the door, and the room finally had light.

"Who's coming?" The crisp and soft girl's voice sounded, and she was a beautiful and refined beauty when she heard it, but when she showed her appearance afterwards, it was shocking and terrifying.

It was a woman of twenty-three or fourteen years old, dressed in pale yellow clothes and with a graceful figure.

But there were seventeen or eighteen knife marks on one of her faces, and the bright red muscles turned out, making her facial features crooked.

Zhao Qing knew that the woman in front of him was Ling Weisi's daughter, Ding Dian's lover Ling Shuanghua.

Although the scars on her face are terrible, they are proof of the relationship between the two of them. Although the beauty on the face is gone, the beauty in the heart remains.

"Miss Ling, I'm here to treat your face." Zhao Qing walked into the room and put down the medicine box. "It's also for the relationship between you and Ding Dian."

"You were found by my father, right?" Ling Shuanghua didn't want her ruined appearance to be looked at by strangers all the time, so she turned her back to Zhao Qing, her voice was calm and revealing indescribable firmness: "My face injury doesn't need to be treated, even if it is cured, I will draw the scar again." ”

Ding Dian has been in prison, and the possibility of finding a doctor is slim; On the contrary, Ling Huisi has often sent people to patrol and guard this neighborhood in recent days, and this doctor must have been allowed to come in with his permission.

Inside, a candle was lit on the table, and there was a wooden chair and a wooden bed beside it. On the bed hung a white tent of summer cloth, a thin quilt, and a cloth pillow. In addition to these, there is nothing else, which shows Ling Huisi's attitude towards his daughter now.

Zhao Qing glanced at the empty room and said softly, "Miss Ling, you misunderstood. I did claim that Ling Huisi, the wicked man, had brought it in, but in fact, it was for the sake of cheapness. Ding Dian is my friend, and I am sincerely here to treat your injuries. ”

After being silent for a long time, Ling Shuanghua twisted the corners of her clothes and said softly: "If you don't have any evidence, I won't believe it easily." Although the tone is light, it makes people feel an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

Looking at this lonely but strong girl, Zhao Qing also replied softly: "Miss Ling, I naturally have enough evidence to be trusted. The Liancheng Sword Technique is impossible for Ling Huisi to know, but I can recite it to you. ”

"The first word is 'four,' the second word is 'forty-one,' the third word is 'thirty-three,' the fourth word is 'fifty-three,' and the fifth word is 'eighteen,'......"

In order to win Ling Shuanghua's trust, Zhao Qing asked Ding Dian for the full text of Liancheng Jue in advance, and asked Ling Shuanghua to compare it with what Ding Dian had told her before.

Ling Huisi tried his best to ask for the trick of connecting the city on Ding Dian, but at this moment, she used it as evidence to win his daughter's trust, and said it lightly.

After listening to a large series of numbers, Ling Shuanghua turned around again, looked at Zhao Qing, and said apologetically, "I really misunderstood you." Brother Ding...... Are you okay? You just said that you came here for my relationship with Brother Dian, can you elaborate on it? ”

"Don't worry, let me take a closer look at your face first. There should still be hope for a cure. By the dim light of the candle, Zhao Qing carefully examined the depth of the scars on Ling Shuanghua's face.

In fact, the method she is going to adopt is inspired by modern skin grafting surgery, relying on precious drugs, acupuncture, and Shenzhao Gong to activate the potential of the human body, and she should have a great chance of success.

It's just that it will take at least a month or two for the new skin to grow completely. During this time, keep the dressing disinfected as needed. If everything goes well, it will probably restore Ling Shuanghua's ruined appearance to its original seventy or eighty percent.

……

Lingfu, Flower Hall. Although it was late at night, the hall was brightly lit.

This place is very close to the flower garden of Ling Mansion, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafts in from the window.

Ling Huisi, dressed in civilian clothes, looked at Ding Dian, who was shackled and had just been brought out of prison. Today's handcuffed interrogation was some earlier than usual.

Di Yun has escaped from prison, and his previous plan to try to uncover Ding Dian's secret has failed. In addition to making an article about his daughter's situation, it seems that the only way to go is to poison and ask questions.

Of course, both methods have their own flaws, and they should be followed

In order to achieve the appropriate effect.

The gangsters on both sides raised their whips and whipped them repeatedly, Ding Dian held his head high, and was brutally whipped, his eyes were full of anger, and he looked straight at Ling Huisi, who was sitting at the top of the seat.

"Ding Dian, today do you want to talk about the 'Liancheng Jue' and the 'Divine Illumination Sutra'? If you don't say it, you'll have to keep pumping for another hour. A gang-clad horse-faced man shouted with a bloodstained whip.

"Chai Da, step aside. Ding Daxia, I have something to say to you. Ling Huisi waved his hand and stopped the whipping of his subordinates.

Ding Dian touched the blood stains that had just been beaten out on his body, and the iron chain in his hand moved a few times, and looked coldly at Ling Huisi and the others.

At this moment, there was a soft snap, the long window in the hall opened without wind, and a black shadow flashed in quickly, and the blue sword stabbed straight towards Ling Weisi.

"There are assassins!"