bought a shovel and a pickaxe and threw them to Di Yun, and Luo Xuan asked the coffin shop to tie a large bouquet of chrysanthemums and men's and women's shrouds.

The two went straight to a small hill twelve miles outside the east gate of Gangneung, and he went out of the east gate, and soon found the grave.

The lonely tombstone, no flowers and no trees in front of the tomb, and the bare earthen bags make people worry, and they can't tell that it is the tomb of the prefect's daughter!

Looking at the words "Tomb of the Beloved Daughter Ling Shuanghua", Luo Xuan's horizontal sword cut off the above two words, and his anger was slightly smoother.

Let Di Yun dig open the tomb, Luo Xuan's horizontal sword cut the nail on the coffin lid, the sword shook, and the coffin lid flew up.

When he saw Ling Shuanghua's tomb, he was already disgusted by Ling Shuangsi's coldness, but when he saw Ling Shuanghua dressed in a single coat, with a hideous face, and knotted fingers like chicken feet, Luo Xuan thought that his endurance was enough, but at this moment, seeing Ling Shuanghua being suffocated to death, he could no longer control his anger!

Jumping on the horse, Luo Xuan patted the horse and went straight to Jingzhou City!

"Stop!

The flame in his chest is about to explode, where does it matter what city is not allowed to ride horses?

Horses whistled past the city gates, leaving a few city guards shouting.

The location of the hall of the government is facing the main gate of Jingzhou City, and it is straight along the road.

Luo Xuan didn't know if Jin Bo Xunhua's poisonous Jiuyang Divine Function could withstand it, and before entering the lobby, he carried the breath-holding formula in the "Nine Yin True Scripture".

"What kind of person!" Seeing Luo Xuan greeting him, he didn't go straight to the lobby, and several officials in the concierge hurriedly followed.

"Ling Huisi is not there?"

"Catch him!" was at this moment, when he suddenly heard a loud shout.

Several officials rushed up brandishing swords, Luo Xuan didn't look at it, the swords in his hands stabbed out one after another, wailing, and eight people broke their bones and tendons, and lay on the ground.

"Ask again, is Ling Huisi here?"

Luo Xuan made such a big move, and after a while, twenty or thirty officers and soldiers came out and kept Luo Xuan inside and out.

"Who are you?" a figure dressed in an official robe and wearing an official hat slowly walked out of the ranks of the officers and soldiers.

"Ling Huisi?"

"Where did you come from, countryman, dare to talk to the prefect like this!"

Knowing who Ling Weisi was, where did Luo Xuan still want to talk nonsense? A sword cut off the speaker's head, and his body flashed to Ling Huisi's side like a ghost.

With Luo Xuan's current strength, where can the officers and soldiers of the government with the lowest combat effectiveness in the low-martial arts world see his movements clearly?

The moment Luo Xuan approached Ling Weisi, the sword in his hand flashed with thunder and lightning, and under the cold light, the two swords pierced Ling Weisi's pipa bone, and then broke his tendons, and kicked his knees with two kicks!

Grabbing the screams, Ling retreated, and Luo Xuan dodged out of the crowd.

When Luo Xuan galloped away, the officers and soldiers looked at the corpses of the officers and soldiers separated from each other in the hall and the bloodstains, thinking of Luo Xuan's murderous methods, and they were terrified.

After clicking on Ling Huisi's dumb acupoint, the blood didn't bother to stop, Luo Xuan carried Ling Huisi and rushed out of the city from the main gate of Jingzhou City.

Outside the city, next to Ling Shuanghua's tomb, Di Yun had also found the numbers that Ling Shuanghua had picked with his fingernails on the coffin lid, and wrote down these numbers while crying.

Suddenly, a half-cut figure fell from the sky and smashed right on the coffin lid!

Di Yun saw the man's face clearly, and exclaimed in surprise: "Ling Huisi!"

Ling Weisi was dying due to excessive blood loss at the pipa bone.

Luo Xuan had already unlocked Ling Huisi's dumb hole before throwing him down, he knew Di Yun's appearance, and smiled miserably: "It turned out to be a helper invited by Ding Dian!

"Di Yun, read the number on the coffin lid to him!"

When Di Yun saw Ling Huisi in such a miserable state, a vicious anger suddenly expressed, and he howled excitedly: "Brother Ding, Miss Ling, have you seen it!"

"Ling Huisi! I can't think of it! You also have today!"

Luo Xuan saw that Di Yun was about to lose his mind in a frenzy, so he patted Di Yun and said, "Report the number, you should memorize it." ”

Di Yun said: "Uncle Luo, do you know what this number is?"

Ling Huisi listened to the conversation between the two, turned his head to look at the coffin lid, although he was angry before, his eyes were about to close at this moment, and when he approached the coffin lid, he saw the numbers "forty, fifty-one, thirty-three, twenty-eight" and so on, and his eyes widened as if he was returning to the light!

"Nonsense, I not only know that this is the secret of Liancheng, but I also know the meaning of these numbers!" Luo Xuan replied disdainfully, "Ling Huisi, what you have worked so hard to get is right in front of your eyes at this moment!"

When Ling Huisi saw this pair of numbers, he was first overjoyed, and then sad!

If it had been in the past, he would have written down the numbers first and then quickly destroyed them so that no one else could get them, but at this moment, his tendons were broken, and he could only hold the broken arm and paste it on the coffin lid, hoping that the other two people present would not get the secret.

"Di Yun! have you written down the numbers?" Luo Xuan asked

"Noted down. ”

"That's good!" Luo Xuan leaned in front of Ling Huisi and said, "Do you want to know the meaning of these numbers?"

Ling Huisi nodded.

Luo Xuan said: "Listen well, the first word is 'four', the first move of Liancheng swordsmanship comes from Du Fu's "Spring Return", "Moss Path Linjiang Bamboo", and the fourth word is 'Jiang'. The second word is 'fifty-one', the second move of Liancheng swordsmanship, which is still Du Fu's poem, from "Heavy Passage Zhaoling", and the fifty-first word is the first word of the sentence "Mausoleum Pankong Song, Xiong Zhen Shoucuiwei". The third word is the thirty-third character of Chu Mo's "Shengguo Temple", which is the word "city" in 'The city is close below, Zhong Qi and Miscellaneous Sheng', Jiangling City!" Luo Xuan said slowly, but explained clearly, Ling Huisi listened to the excitement, but Di Yun was worried, and he didn't understand why Luo Xuan told Ling Huisi this big secret.

Luo Xuan looked into Ling Huisi's eyes and said slowly: "This fourth word, 'twenty-eight', is ......."

Ling Huisi excitedly plucked up his spirit and asked, "What is it?"

saw Luo Xuan running to the side and breaking off two branches, and slowly sharpening it with a sword.

Ling Huisi was so anxious that he didn't care about the bleeding of his hands and feet, and asked Luo Xuan excitedly, "What is it?"

Luo Xuan also ignored Ling Huisi, Shi Shiran scattered Ding Dian's ashes on Ling Shuanghua's corpse, lit the shroud and paper chrysanthemums and threw them into the coffin.

The sword in his hand flickered, and the numbers on the coffin lid turned into sawdust, burning out with the shroud and chrysanthemum.

"Alright. Luo Xuan looked at Ling Huisi, who was looking at him in a daze, and smiled evilly, "Want to know?"

Ling Huisi didn't have much strength anymore, and nodded slowly, looking expectant.

"Uncle won't tell you!" Luo Xuan kicked up the coffin lid, sealed the coffin, and fixed Ling Huisi's hands on the coffin lid with the wooden nails he had just cut!

Ling Huisi, whose knees were broken, knelt beside his daughter's coffin!

Di Yun watched Luo Xuan's movements from the side, and was already frightened, only to hear a cold voice coming: "Di Yun, bury him!"