"Sun Tzu" has clouds: the first army is to attack and strategize, the second is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the army, and the next is to attack the city; The siege of the city is a last resort.

If you torture mortals in the world, you don't say it for a day, for two days, or for a month, if you don't say it, it's useless, and you don't need to be tried again. That Ling retreated and interrogated Ding Dian for four years, but he still got nothing, not because he was impatient and not ruthless, but because he didn't understand people's hearts.

Walking out of the Jingzhou Mansion Prison, just a few alleys away, you have already arrived in a rather elegant house.

The cloud tower is towering, and the window where the flower pots are placed is facing the iron window of the Jingzhou Mansion prison. Jiang Feng saw that the windows were closed, and the building was silent, and the people around him were obviously transferred to the Jingzhou Mansion prison by Ling Weisi, and secretly said in his heart: "Ling Weisi, Ling Weisi, the master will give you a salary today!"

With a slight jump, Jiang Feng's tanuki-like figure easily sneaked into Ling Huisi's mansion.

Turned into the wall, but a small door was hidden inside. Jiang Feng pushed the door in, climbed the stairs and went upstairs, and heard a slight squeaking sound of the stairs in the dark.

The furnishings in the small building are very simple, but pots of various chrysanthemums have already bloomed their own prototypes. Isn't the season of spring flowers pregnant with countless hopes?

Although there were many fewer guards here, Jiang Feng's heart was not completely let go.

Jin Bo Xun flower, the first murderous poison in the Liancheng Jue, the word 'Bo Xun' is Sanskrit, which means 'demon'. This poisonous flower came from Tianzhu, and it turned out that the Tianzhu people called it the devil flower.

The color of this flower is particularly delicate, and the petals of the flower are as yellow as gold, sparkling, and what is even more terrifying is that you can feel a fragrance when you smell it closely. Just smelling the scent of flowers can make people dizzy. Even if you have excellent internal strength, your hands and feet will become sore, and your whole body will be weak. And after being poisoned by the 'Golden Wave Flower', there is no cure in the world!

Although Jiang Feng was confident that this kind of strange poison was not only small in number, but would not be placed at will by Ling Huisi, and the shape of this flower was easy to identify, Jiang Feng at this time was just careful.

A pot of slightly blooming light yellow chrysanthemums, among the most common varieties, often gives birth to the most extraordinary varieties. The windowsill, facing the windowsill of the Jingzhou Mansion Prison, the most precious chrysanthemum, represents the most precious friendship.

Golden peacock, peacock open screen, life is only for love.

Although the decoration of the room is not luxurious, the table and chair are all very elegant. A faint wisp of cigarette smoke, a few points of just the right amount of greenery, it can be seen that the owner of this room must be an elegant person.

The sound of the door opening naturally alarmed the people in the room, it was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. Long hair shawl, phoenix eyes and small mouth, body like willow branches, light smile.

"Who are you? Did my father ask you to come?"

Even the voice of questioning, coming from the other party's mouth, was mixed with an aura that seemed to be a hollow valley.

Ling Shuanghua is indeed a rare beauty, no wonder Hu Dingdian is obsessed with her lovesickness. It's just that at this time, Jiang Feng had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Ding Dian has now become the target of everyone, and he has not yet completed the Divine Scripture, so I am afraid that he will worry about his life!"

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Ling Shuanghua's face changed, and then he asked: "You are not my father's person, my father promised me that he would not hurt Brother Dian." Who are you, and what are you here for?"

Jiang Feng slowly sat down on a bench on the side unhurriedly at this time, and then said lightly to Ling Shuanghua: "Miss Ling, Ming people don't say secret words, they are here to make a deal with the girl." As long as Ding Dianken hands over the Divine Illumination Sutra, promises to rescue the two of them separately, and gives you a sum of money to teach you to fly away, how about it?"

"Just you?"

Ling Shuanghua looked at Jiang Feng's face, which was obviously much smaller than herself, and was obviously very skeptical of Jiang Feng's ability. After all, the accumulation of time in martial arts is often the most intuitive manifestation of martial arts achievements.

Ling Weisi has been in Jingzhou for so many years, in addition to his identity as the prefect of Jingzhou, the identity of the leader of the Longsha Gang is also a big help. At the moment when the two were at a stalemate, Jiang Feng, who had sneaked into the small building, suddenly moved.

Jiang Feng's speed was not fast, and the body and the stool flew away in the other direction together.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Although Ling Shuanghua didn't know martial arts, neither Ling Huisi nor Ding Dian's martial arts were bad. Coupled with the fact that he was born in a martial arts family, he still has eyesight.

But Jiang Feng's sword, except for a flash of white light, Ling Shuanghua actually didn't see the sword shadow of this sword clearly.

After settling down, Jiang Feng has been studying the secret of the blood knife chopped from the treasure elephant.

Among them, there is a trick called "batch paper cutting rot" kung fu, the so-called "batch paper", when practicing, first use a hundred pieces of thin paper, fold into a stack, put it on the table, a sword horizontally cut over, the first piece on a stack of paper is batched, but the second sheet is not allowed to drive. Then the second sword batch is the second sheet, and the third sword batch is the third sheet, until the hundredth sheet of paper is finished.

As for the 'cutting of curd', it is to use a piece of tofu on a wooden board and thin it with a knife, to cut a two-inch thick piece of tofu into 20 pieces, each piece of which is intact, and this trick is considered a preliminary success.

The many sword techniques on the Blood Knife Sutra are strange and unpredictable, and the changes are complicated, even more so than the snow mountain sword technique, which Jiang Feng does not like. Only this "batch of paper cutting and rotting" is the most important way to exercise a person's control over the blade.

Although speed is an extremely important attribute in the way of martial arts, it can also play a very important role in the ability to control the strength of moves.

Jiang Feng's sword easily pierced the paper grid on the window, and a little red flower suddenly appeared on the white window paper.

"Bang!"

The sound of a corpse falling to the ground always seemed dull and hopeless. It was the sigh of life, and the final swan song.

Dressed in a green robe, a steel knife, and the thick calluses on the tiger's mouth show off the years he has honed his knife skills.

This person Ling Shuanghua naturally knows, the master of the Longsha Gang, Xiang Nian. Even his father, Ling Huisi, was only one line higher than his martial arts.

Xiang Nian's eyes were wide, and the wound on his throat was small and shallow. The depth and force were just enough to puncture the veins and take his life away.

Contrary to Jiang Feng's expectations, Ling Shuanghua looked at Xiang Nian's wound very calmly. Then he said lightly to Jiang Feng: "You really didn't come here for Brother Dian's Sword Sutra treasure?"

"Do you believe me?"

Rhetorical question, direct, resolute!