After the conversation between the three of them was completed and they drank a few more sips of tea, Ma and Geng walked out one after the other.
Ling Tuisi turned around and stared at the statue of Guan Gong. The light in his eyes was flowing, and he was obviously thinking about something. I don’t know if he hangs this image to show off his longing for Guan Gong’s loyalty, or if he simply uses it as a symbol of the God of Wealth.
…
After leaving Ling Mansion, turn left twice and you will find a secluded alley. Ma Daming glanced back and forth for a few weeks, tied the horse to a stone pier at the entrance of the alley, and slipped in with gentle steps.
He opened his mouth with one hand, dug deep into his throat with the other hand, and then vomited acidic water all over the floor.
Looking at the pale golden water stains, cold sweat broke out on Ma DaMing's forehead, and he couldn't help but feel worried. Although he was already aware of Ling Tuisi's ruthlessness and viciousness, he was still shocked by how he poisoned people so decisively.
If he hadn't noticed that the color of the tea in his bowl was a little darker than Geng Tianba's, so he only took a small sip and then stopped, he would have never escaped the fate of being poisoned.
Even so, Ma Daming still felt that the blood in his body seemed to be stagnant, and his heart was filled with fear.
Could this kind of poisonous effect be due to the pots of extremely poisonous Jinbo Xunhua in Ling Tuisi's hands? That shouldn't be able to survive now. I heard that even Ding Dian, a first-class master with profound internal skills at that time, couldn't resist it, let alone myself who was the master of external skills.
It seems to be some part of the flower stem. It is estimated that Ling Tuisi did not really want to poison the person to death, but was preparing an antidote to control himself.
Ma Daming was thinking a lot, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should pretend to be poisoned and return to Ling Mansion to "sincerely" seek refuge, or whether he should immediately mount his horse and flee, far away from the land of the two lakes, and never come back.
At this moment, he felt a slight kick on his back, hitting the Dazhui point. His whole body fell softly towards the water on the ground, and he was about to have his face soaked in poisonous water.
This Jinbo Xunhua is extremely poisonous. It is now dissolved in water. Once it splashes and contaminates the eyelids, there is no guarantee that it will not penetrate into the eyes and cause blindness.
Ma Daming was frightened and didn't know where the strength came from. Finally, at the last moment, he bent his arms under his body and avoided this disaster.
Just as he was gasping for air, a cold and clear female voice sounded from behind. "'You commit yourself to a thief just to uproot the forces behind him, right?' Ma Daming, a loyal man, do you remember who I am?"
Zhao Qing kicked him again and opened his acupuncture points. He smelled a very faint strange fragrance in the air and continued to speak: "Have you been poisoned by Ling Tuisi?" Although it was a question, the tone was quite good. affim.
Ma Daming slowly got up and nodded. He looked frightened and surprised, and he kept thinking about how to make excuses.
"What does it mean to find someone to treat a skin cut?" Zhao Qing asked: "What Ling Tuisi means is that he wants you to mobilize the entire sect to find famous doctors in the world? What do you rely on? Is it the face of the government?"
"That's not actually what it means."
After understanding that the other party was so powerful in martial arts that he could sneak into the Ling Mansion and listen to the whole conversation of several of them without being discovered, Ma Daming became more and more panicked and did not dare to look directly at Zhao Qing. He just lowered his head and said:
"This means that I am required to personally endorse my sect and publicize it to the outside world. Of course, this is an unethical behavior. If the girl asks me to change it, I will change it. If I don't do it, I will not do it."
Zhao Qing suddenly realized that Ma Daming and the others were not the powerful ones in the sect, as they should be. "Is there anything special about the 'Wanshengdao' sect you belong to? Can Ling Tui's thoughts be promoted through it?"
She remembered that Ling Tuisi was both the prefect of Jingzhou and the leader of the Longsha Clan, a large gang in Shuanghu. He was very powerful and did not necessarily need the momentum of the "Wanshengdao" sect.
Ma Daming didn't understand what Zhao Qing meant, so he said honestly:
"There are actually not many masters under the Wan Sheng Dao sect, and the martial arts of the leader is probably similar to Wan Zhenshan. The ancestor of our sect, my great-grandfather, was the chief escort of the Pegasus Escort Agency sixty or seventy years ago. The clan brother of Ma Xingkong, the leader of the Yum Sheng Divine Fist, started the sect mainly based on a secret manual of the Golden Sword that he found by accident."
"Ma Xingkong's grandson is a pair of twins. I don't know where he learned extremely superb martial arts and gained the reputation of a first-class master in the Liaodong region. Later, our Wansheng Daomen inquired about the relationship between this distant relative and went to meet him. The marriage greatly strengthened the sect's reputation."
Hu Fei's left and right children? Zhao Qing secretly thought about it. Lianchengjue followed the words of Snow Mountain Flying Fox, and he didn't know if the Hu family sword and Miao family sword had been passed down. If you have time, you can go and look for it.
"I just don't know what the situation is like on Geng Tianba's side. Shanxi's Taihang sect is famous for its martial arts and is rumored to be related to the Shaolin Temple... I believe Ling Tuisi has got some solid information."
Ma Daming finished speaking, calling Ling Tuisi by name and working hard on cutting.
"Well, Ling Tuisi asked you to find a famous doctor, so you go and find one. Then you can make up a false identity and recommend me to help treat the injury. Don't think about playing tricks, you know the consequences."
After Zhao Qing finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the sword from his body, flicked it with his index finger, and turned the sword and sheath into scrap metal. Then Yun Jin threw it at the poisonous water on the ground, creating a deep pit on the road, which was considered to have cleared up the poison.
Without looking back, her figure flickered and she left the alley in an instant.
Ma Daming smiled bitterly, then walked out, took the horse and headed towards Ling Mansion.
…
The prison of Jingzhou Mansion is located behind a deserted alley.
In order to prevent prison escape, there is a very high wall outside the prison, which separates it from the outside world. But despite this, the people nearby still feel that it is quite unlucky, and few people pass by here.
The waning moon on the fifth day of the lunar month was particularly clear. The silvery-white light passed through the high wall in the distance and the iron fence nearby, and fell diagonally on the ground, leaving streaks of gray light.
This is a large stone house about two feet square. The walls are made of rough large stones, and the ground is also paved with large stones. There live two men in tattered clothes and dirty long hair hanging down their shoulders.
The two men had shackles on their hands and feet, and there were two iron chains in their bones. They were clearly prisoners held by the government and sentenced to severe punishment.
One of them is a bit thinner, sleeping with the moonlight on his back, facing the wall, with no fingers on his right hand on his shoulder; the other man has a beard on his face, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the iron sill, looking up at a tall building in the distance The flowers on the window sill have a gentle smile on their faces.
Suddenly, the man inside kept shaking, and the iron chains clanked. There was a painful expression on his face, as if he had encountered some terrifying nightmare, and he began to call out in a daze: "Junior Sister, Junior Sister!"
This sad and miserable man is Di Yun, and the other person is his cellmate Ding Dian.
"Oh, Brother Di." Ding Dian heard Di Yun's call, walked over and looked at him for a while, and sighed sadly.
In the past two days, Di Yun did not take the initiative to mention to him what happened to him, but based on Shen Cheng's remarks he heard yesterday, and the pink wedding cake with the small words "Marriage of thousands of relatives, a happy marriage for a hundred years" printed on it, , Ding Dian has already guessed most of it.
Although both sides were members of the Wan Qi family who killed Mei Niansheng, who was almost his "master", he never placed the blame on the enemy's descendants.
Seeing Di Yun so sad and having wrongly blamed him for three years, Ding Dian felt quite sympathetic.
Suddenly, he reached out and tapped two fingers on Di Yun's waist and arm, and the sound in the stone house suddenly stopped.
It turned out that Ding Dian was worried that Di Yun would continue to be sad and miserable day by day, and his spirit would become increasingly weak and exhausted, so he had no choice but to tap Di Yun's sleep hole, hoping that he could have a good sleep.
At this moment, light and dense footsteps came from the rooftop not far away, as if there were multiple Qinggong masters rushing towards the prison at the same time.
Ding Dian used his skills to improve his eyesight and looked out through the fence. He saw eight or nine people coming, including men and women, monks and Taoists. It seemed that they were not all coming together.
One of them was an old beggar with unkempt hair and a familiar appearance, holding a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Yan Daping?"
