Chapter 58 People passing by Loukong were not as excited as Ding Dian, and they would never rush out to save people when they heard that Ling Shuanghua was in distress. can hurt Ding Dian like this, then he can take his life casually. Then, even if he wants to save people, he must first ask things clearly before thinking about countermeasures.

"Today, as usual, I brought potted flowers to ......"

"To make a long story short, there is no need to talk about irrelevant things. Passing by interrupted Ding Dian lightly, "Who hurt you, for what, and what is the situation now?"

Ding Dian said: "It is a monk from Tibet's 'Blood Knife Gate'. Do you remember that half a year ago, they intercepted them on the river? After we entered Lingfu, the heroes of the Central Plains inflicted heavy blows on them and drove them back to Tibet. This time, they made a comeback, because they heard that we fell into the hands of Ling Huisi, so they wanted to snatch it back. The heroes of the rivers and lakes have not found out us in Wuhan for half a year, and they have scruples about their reputation, and the 'Blood Knife Gate' can't care about the face of the rivers and lakes. When they heard about Miss Ling, they wanted to kidnap Miss Ling and force Ling to exchange us for ......."

Passing by, he sneered and said, "The 'Blood Knife Gate' really doesn't understand Ling Huisi. "Which is more important, Ling Shuanghua or Liancheng Jue? In this world, I'm afraid that only Ding Dian will choose Ling Shuanghua and give up Liancheng Jue.

"Today, six monks came to the Blood Knife Gate, and one of them heard that it was their head. I couldn't get home, I couldn't beat them, I was stabbed several times, I was slapped again, and I passed out. They thought I was dead, and they didn't care about me anymore. I was in a daze, knowing that I couldn't save Miss Ling, so I desperately crawled back, Brother Lu, you ......"

Passing by, he said: "Brother Ding, you look down on me too much." You can't beat it, how can I be their opponent? At the beginning, I advised you to practice martial arts first, but you didn't listen, alas, ......."

This is called martial arts, and the time to hate is low. He persuaded Ding Dian several times before, and the children are not in a hurry, and they should practice martial arts first. Ding Dian didn't listen, but said that his eldest was at the beginning of his love, and Ling Shuanghua was also at the age of getting married, and when he practiced martial arts, he would have gone to the empty building a long time ago.

In this world of flowers, there are always many temptations that I can't miss. But after walking through, you often find that there are not so many things that you can't miss.

After Ding Dian said this, he exhausted his strength and fainted again. Passing by and thinking about it, although he can ask more results by giving him another injection, it is not good for Ding Dian's health, maybe the oil will run out and the lamp will die, which is too cost-effective.

Ding Dian didn't make it clear, what happened to Ling Shuanghua, I'm afraid I still have to go there in person.

Passing by to prepare a little, I changed into a white shirt, turned around and went up to the roof as soon as I got out of the yard, and landed on a pile of snow more than thick. Looking at his feet that were deep in the snow, he wanted to test his kung fu, so he immediately took a deep breath and ran out. In recent months, his internal strength has gradually thickened, and his hands and feet are light. Now running, the pace is fast, one step at a time, gently stepping on the snow, leaving only a shallow line of footprints. Although he couldn't do it without a trace in the snow, this speed and lightness made him nod with satisfaction. There are snow-sweepers below who occasionally look up and see a figure flying over the roof, but the white that melts into the snow flashes by, and it only makes people feel that they are dazzled.

After a while, passing by the back building of the Ling Mansion, I saw that the snow was in a mess, and the corpses were all in the clothes of military attachés, and blood was flowing all over the ground. Presumably, Ling Huisi still thought about the relationship between father and daughter, and did not give his daughter away directly. The north wind blew for half the night, and the blood on the ground was not blown away much, and he shook his head and sighed again and again when he saw it passing by.

He really doesn't like the world of Lianchengjue, no matter how you look at it, there is no hope. People here seem to be going to two extremes. People who have no conscience, for the sake of treasure, father, daughter, master and apprentice, brothers, can betray anything, and can kill anything. A person with a conscience, but for the sake of a little conscience, he can do without anything, no matter how brave he is, but he is just passive resistance, and in the end, of course, he can't keep anything.

Originally, I wanted to hide and practice the "Shen Zhao Sutra" well, but at the critical moment, I gently flicked it to save Ding Dian's life, even if the merit was complete, let him quickly change the coordinates. As it stands, no.

In the blood, there was a faint fragrance coming. Looking for incense, I saw a flower pot poured next to the small river ditch in front of me. Although the flower pot is broken and the soil is scattered, the plum blossoms in the pot are broken a few branches, but they are still proud, and they are fragrant in the blood-stained snow.

This is exactly the plum blossom that Ding Dian brought over. Passing by, I didn't have time to clean up, and looked up at another fragrant place. The window is closed, and the plum blossoms on the windowsill are still fragrant as if they don't know what the wind and frost have changed.

Passing by, he jumped lightly and jumped onto the windowsill. There was no one in the window, and he was relieved to push the window in. The dusty room is extremely tidy, with a desk in the middle, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table. The dark fragrance in the room flowed, but it was a bookish ink fragrance, and the ink fragrance faintly revealed another fragrant fragrance, which combined with the plum fragrance outside, was unexpectedly good.

couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes fell on a guqin placed next to him, and he suddenly understood that this study was Ling Shuanghua's study. He plucked the strings, not worried about being heard. With his eyes and ears now, there was no one near Miss Ling's attic for a long time.

His gaze fell on the rice paper on the table, and the pen and ink were sprinkled out, and it was an unfinished painting. But the handwriting had dried early, and even the brush that fell next to it was so hard that it could pierce people.

Ling Shuanghua should not be here for a few days. Ding Diandao didn't see her for a few days, not because he was sick or afraid of cold. Strange, isn't she going to say hello to Ding Dian?

Passing by and about to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting on the wall. It is a brightly colored painting, painted with flowers, all kinds of chrysanthemums competing for beauty, but correspondingly, the flower viewing figures that appear in the flowers are only black and white, the shape is light, and it looks extremely inconspicuous, as if they have become the background of the flowers.

He didn't appreciate the painting, he only thought it was a little strange, but he didn't think it was strange. didn't have time to think about it at the moment, just thinking casually that Ling Shuanghua not only loved flowers, but also loved painting, so he pushed the door and went out.

Fortunately, because of the snow, all the footprints were left. Although it is messy, it can be seen in the chaos that they are all footprints from the outside to the inside, those footprints are heavy, and they are covered by snow for a few points, and eighty percent are left by those monks. After the footprints walked first, the robe on his body was snowed again. On both sides of a few chaotic footprints, there were several corpses lying from time to time, all of which were the costumes of the Ling Mansion family.

Pass by, follow the footprints, and follow the head. Ling Mansion came around half a year ago, and he was still a little familiar along the way, but after walking all the way, he didn't see anyone except a few corpses that were already cold. Those corpses were also killed at once, and there were not even extra footprints around, obviously they were killed by someone from a distance, and other than that, there was not even a trace of a fight.

"Strange, why is there no one?" muttered to himself. Thinking of a possibility, he squinted at the parrot on his shoulder and said with a smile: "You say, is it possible that Brother Ding was beaten in vain?"

Of course, the parrot would not answer him, but its little eyes narrowed. It was half afraid when it passed by, and it also heard someone in front of it. He immediately dodged and hid in the flower garden next to him, listened carefully to the footsteps, and counted, there were not many people, six or seven, but all of them walked steadily, and they were all extremely martial arts people.