Ling Tuisi took a few steps forward, stretched out his arm, and placed his index and middle fingers on Zhao Qing's wrist. He felt that this woman's pulse was not strong and her string count was slow. In terms of internal strength, she could not even be called third or fourth rate. He couldn't help but feel Relax.
Internal strength cultivation is the most basic aspect of martial arts students. A true master of internal energy has a strong and powerful pulse that is extremely difficult to hide.
Ling Tuisi considered himself to be a top second-rate player, and this time he launched an investigation and found a conclusion.
Little did they know that Zhao Qing integrated internal and external deep skills into one body and could control his body freely. He could even stop his heart for a moment, and he could control the changes in his pulse with ease.
"Doctor, please forgive me for my little girl's facial injury. If it is effective, I will give you a big thank you."
Ling Tuisi said simply, then ordered Ma Daming to open the courtyard door and lead Zhao Qing upstairs, and then left with his men, heading towards the prison.
The wall of the small courtyard is very low, and there are several willow trees planted inside. There are more than a dozen pots of blooming flowers placed on the adjacent wall. They are all neatly trimmed. It is obvious that someone has taken good care of them.
There is a very tall building in the courtyard, but it occupies a small area and only has a closed window at the top. Instead, it looks more like a tall square tower in a Western fairy tale where a princess is locked up.
Ma Daming consciously stood in the yard as a warning.
There was a small door that was ajar at the bottom of the small building. Zhao Qing pushed the door open and walked up the stairs. He heard a slight creaking sound from the stairs in the darkness. When we reached the top of the building, we saw a half-open door on the left, and it was still dark inside.
Suddenly there was a sound of flint striking in the door, and finally there was light in the room.
"Who is here?" A clear and soft girl's voice sounded. It sounded like a pure and refined beauty, but when she appeared next, her appearance was shocking and terrifying.
It was a twenty-three or four-year-old woman, dressed in light yellow clothes and with a graceful figure.
But there were seventeen or eighty knife marks on her face, both horizontally and vertically, and strips of bright red muscles protruded out, making her facial features become crooked.
Zhao Qing knew that the woman in front of him was Ling Tuisi's daughter and 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 in life and death. Although the beauty on the face is gone, the beauty in the heart remains forever.
"Miss Ling, I'm here to treat your face." Zhao Qing walked into the room and put down the medicine box. "I'm also here for the relationship between you and Ding Dian."
"My father found you, right?" Ling Shuanghua didn't want her ruined appearance to be looked at by a stranger. She turned her back to Zhao Qing and said with unspeakable determination in her calm voice: "My facial injury does not need treatment. , even if it’s cured, I will still get scars again.”
Ding Dian has been in prison, and the possibility of finding a doctor is slim; instead, Ling Tuisi has often sent people to patrol the area in recent days, and the doctor must have been allowed to come in with his permission.
Indoors, a candle was lit on the table, with a wooden chair and a wooden bed beside it. There is a white linen curtain, a thin quilt and a cloth pillow hanging on the bed. Apart from these, there is not a single other thing left, which shows Ling Tuisi's attitude towards his daughter now.
Zhao Qing glanced at the empty room and said softly: "Miss Ling, you misunderstood. I did claim that it was Ling Tuisi, the evil person, who brought me here, but in fact it was for convenience. Hero Ding Dian is my friend, and I am I’m here to treat your injuries sincerely.”
After a long silence, Ling Shuanghua twirled the corner of his clothes and said softly: "If you don't have any evidence, I won't believe it easily." Although the tone was light, it made people feel an indescribable loneliness and desolation.
Looking at this lonely but strong girl, Zhao Qing also replied softly: "Miss Ling, of course I have enough evidence to win your trust. It is impossible for Ling Tuisi to know the Liancheng Sword Technique, but I can recite it to you. .”
"The first character is 'four', the second character is 'forty-one', the third character is 'thirty-three', the fourth character is 'fifty-three', and the fifth character 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.
The Liancheng Jue that Ling Tuisi tried so hard to obtain from Ding Dian was now revealed by her in a light voice as evidence to win his daughter's trust.
After listening to a bunch of numbers, Ling Shuanghua turned around again, looked at Zhao Qing, and apologized: "I did misunderstand you just now. Brother Ding, is he... okay? You just said you came here for the relationship between me and Brother Dian. , can you tell me in detail?”
"Don't worry, let me take a closer look at your face first. There should still be hope for recovery." By the dim candlelight, Zhao Qing carefully examined the depth of the scars on Ling Shuanghua's face.
In fact, the method she plans to use is inspired by modern skin grafting surgery. By relying on precious medicines, acupuncture, and Shen Zhao Gong to activate the human body's potential, she should be very sure of success.
However, it will take at least a month or two for the new skin to grow completely. During this period, constant care is required to keep the application disinfected. If everything goes well, Ling Shuanghua's ruined appearance can probably be restored to 70% to 80% of its original appearance.
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Ling Mansion, 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 drifts in from the window.
Ling Tuisi was dressed in casual clothes and looked at Ding Dian, who was shackled and had just been taken out of the prison. Today's handcuffing and beating interrogation was earlier than usual.
Di Yun has escaped from prison, and his previous plan to find out Ding Dian's secret failed. Apart from making a fuss about her daughter's situation, it seems that the only way to go is to poison her and force her to question her.
Of course, both methods have their own flaws and should be followed
Only when it is absorbed and fused can it achieve the appropriate effect.
The gang members on both sides raised their whips and whipped them repeatedly. Ding Dian held his head high and took the whipping hard. His eyes were full of anger and he looked straight at Ling Tuisi, who was sitting at the top.
"Ding Dian, are you going to talk about the 'Liancheng Jue' and the 'Shen Zhao Jing' today? If you don't say it, you will have to continue whipping for an hour." A horse-faced man in gang attire held a whip full of blood and spoke. shouted.
"Chai Da, stand down. Ding Daxia, I have something to say to you." Ling Tuisi waved his hand and stopped the whipping.
Ding Dian touched the freshly beaten blood on his body, and the chain on his hand moved a few times, looking coldly at Ling Tuisi and others.
At this moment, there was a soft popping sound, and the long window in the hall opened without any wind. A black figure flashed in quickly and incoherently, and stabbed Ling Tuisi directly with a sharp sword with flashing blue light.
"There's an assassin!"
