Song Qingshu was stunned and speechless: "Okay, then you can treat him as a spy."
"It really is a spy!" Ding Dian's eyes lit up, and he beat Di Yun again.
"Miss Ling is dying!" Seeing that he had unintentionally caused Di Yun to be beaten up by a single word, he felt a little sorry, so he resorted to a big move.
"What!" Ding Dian stopped as expected, and rushed over with a grim expression, "What did you just say!"
"If you don't say that, would you let him go?" Song Qingshu is not afraid of him rushing out with the cell separated, "This idiot is indeed a hard-working person, he was thrown here just thinking—maybe you will tell the secret in your heart He, and then Ling Tuisi felt that this idiot was easier to deal with than you."
In fact, Ding Dian had already figured this out in his heart after years of getting along, seeing him calling Ling Tuisi by his name, he snorted coldly: "Who are you?"
"I'm a kind person who saves the suffering, but I can't see how hard you two are, so I'm here to give you some warmth." Song Qingshu looked at the miserable condition of the two, their lute bones were pierced, and they were covered in filth... Thinking of the fate of the two, he sighed endlessly.
"Hmph! Ling Tuisi is playing tricks again." Ding Dian was full of guard against everything at this time.
"Ling Tuisi?" Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully, "Hero Ding, how about we make a deal?"
"Get out!" Ding Dianniao didn't even bother him, knowing that Miss Ling was fine, he sat back indifferently.
"Do you really think I care about your Liancheng Jue?" Song Qingshu smiled, "Actually, I'll tell you the truth, I already know the secret of the Liancheng Jue that you people have been fighting for."
"Hey, how about lying to a child?" Ding Dian laughed dryly.
"You don't believe me?" Song Qingshu stood up, "I can tell you the secret of Liancheng Jue, and see if there is any difference from what you know."
"Talk about it." Ding Dian gave him a suspicious look.
Song Qingshu gave a wry smile, and said in a low voice, "Ding Daxia, I know you haven't lost your martial arts. Please listen carefully. Is there anyone else within a few feet away? If someone from Ling Tuisi hears about it, I'm afraid I can't escape your fate. I The meridian is cut off, and I don't have any martial arts, so I have to trouble you to listen carefully."
Ding Dian couldn't figure it out right now, so he closed his eyes and checked carefully: "Let's say, within a radius of ten feet, there is no one else except you and me."
Song Qingshu stared at Di Yun: "There are some things that he doesn't know are actually to protect him." Ding Dian frowned, and he clicked on Di Yun's Sleeping Point.
Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and told the secret of the Liancheng Jue, Ding Dian's expression changed drastically, and he stared at him: "How do you know?"
"Leave it alone," Song Qingshu spread his hands, "Now you should believe that I'm not from Ling Tuisi's gang, right?"
"Then why did you come to see me?" Ding Dian was very puzzled.
"It's not about making friends with you. Chapter 26 is calculated
easy? "Song Qingshu stretched out his hand, "Help me feel the pulse quickly, and see if your Shenzhao Sutra can cure it?" "
Hearing his words just now, Ding Dian understood in his heart, felt his pulse slightly, and said two words: "It can be cured."
Song Qingshu finally felt relieved, and said: "Let me tell you, Ling Tuisi is such a fool. If he had just asked his daughter to ask you for Liancheng Jue as a betrothal gift, how could you not agree?"
Ling Tuisi judged others by himself, thinking that everyone in the world was like him, so he was afraid of revealing a little word of mouth, which made Ding Dian take precautions, but he knew that in Ding Dian's eyes, his daughter was far more important than any treasure.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ding Dian suddenly felt a sense of confidant, and his face softened. How could he know that Song Qingshu was trying to get close to him on purpose.
"It's just that I know his true face now, and I absolutely refuse to give this Liancheng Jue." Ding Dian said bitterly with a pent-up anger in his heart all these years.
"I didn't ask you to hand over Liancheng Jue." Song Qingshu chuckled, "The transaction between us has nothing to do with Ling Tuisi."
"What deal?" Ding Dian finally became interested.
"I'm in charge of making you and Miss Ling get married, and you are in charge of healing my meridians, how about it?" Song Qingshu stared at him with burning eyes.
Unexpectedly, Ding Dian was not as happy as he imagined, but instead heaved a long sigh: "Do you know why I have been willing to stay here for so many years?"
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat: "Why?"
"Before I came here, I hadn't accomplished martial arts, so I couldn't escape this iron wall even if I wanted to," Ding Dian smiled wryly. "Secondly, it's useless for me to escape. Shuanghua won't go with me. I might as well stay here." Here, you can also look at the chrysanthemums she placed on the window sill from a distance to relieve loneliness." Ding Dian looked affectionately at the small building in the distance through the small window of the prison cell.
"Why doesn't she want to go with you?" Although Song Qingshu understood the general plot, he was at a loss for these details.
"I don't know," Ding Dian said with a gentle expression on his face, "She is a lady, so it's normal for her not to want to elope with a man indiscriminately. What's more, Ling Tuisi forced her to make such a vicious oath." .” As he spoke, Ding Dian’s expression became ferocious.
"What poisonous oath?" Song Qingshu felt disapproving, it was just an oath, how could the ancients be so stupid.
"His father threatened her with my life to swear that he would not see me again in his lifetime, otherwise her mother's soul would be tortured underground day and night." Ding Dian's teeth were almost gnashed.
"With your life?" Song Qingshu's expression was strange, "Even if she doesn't agree, Ling Tuisi will not kill you."
"That's why he looks vicious!" Ding Dian's chapter 1 was photographed on the wall, and a handprint appeared immediately.
Song Qingshu murmured in his heart, this is a bit difficult to deal with.
Seems to know that Chapter 26 is calculated in his heart
Thinking about it, Ding Dian said, "If you can really persuade Shuanghua to go far away with me, I can teach you the Sutra of the Gods."
Song Qingshu patted his chest happily, "Okay, leave it to me first, I'll go check out Miss Ling first, and then we'll discuss how to teach me Shenzhao Sutra." Thinking that he finally had the hope of turning around, Song Qingshu was delighted for a while Ruokang ran out in a hurry.
Looking at Song Qingshu's slightly crazy back, Ding Dian smiled coldly, and thought to himself: "Shenzhaojing, you can learn it without twenty years?" It's not to blame Ding Dian for cheating, it's really enough for him After seeing the sinister nature of human beings, I don't trust anyone at all now.
When Song Qingshu came to Miss Ling's small building, he was stopped by the guards, "Master Ling has ordered that no one but himself can see Miss."
Showing a token, Song Qingshu said: "Master Ling asked me to do things cheaply in the mansion, everyone must cooperate with me, I think you should have received the news."
The two guards looked at each other for a while, still hesitating, Song Qingshu didn't pay any attention to them, he directly pushed aside the Pu Dao in front of him, and went upstairs. Chapter 27 People are as pale as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father would not kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?" Chapter 27 People are as light as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father would not kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?" Chapter 27 People are as light as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father would not kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?" Chapter 27 People are as light as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father would not kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?" Chapter 27 People are as light as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father would not kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?" Chapter 27 People are as light as a chrysanthemum
When I got upstairs, I felt that there was light gauze dancing everywhere, and there was a faint figure in the depths of the room, and Song Qingshu was not rude, so he had to cough lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.
Sensing the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, a beautiful woman like a flower was devastated to the point of being almost loveless.
"I'm entrusted by Hero Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of any strong medicine, how could it attract your attention.
There was only a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool knocking to the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard Ding Dian's news, hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which hero Ding?"
I saw a young woman in bright yellow clothes running up to her. Although her face was covered by a light veil, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were looming on the edge of the veil, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman has such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before she was disfigured.
"Hero Ding Dian told me to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.
"How... is he doing well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the lute bone was pierced, the hamstring was cut off, and then locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be considered good at all. "But I can't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all my fault, Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since the matter has already happened, now is not the time to talk about it," Song Qingshu asked hastily, remembering his reason for coming, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Daxia Ding at the beginning?"
"My lord must have seen it too. With my current appearance, my heart is ashamed. I pray to gods and Buddha every day, and I only hope that brother Ding can be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently raised the corner of the veil, and there were several hideous lines across his snow-white face. red scars.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Hero Ding. Do you think Hero Ding cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, those scars were really... a bit glaring, but that shouldn't be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't dislike me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife .”
Hearing that her words were obviously insincere, Song Qingshu didn't bother to play riddles with these idiots, and asked directly: "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be left behind." The underground suffers day and night. Does Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this oath at the beginning, your father wouldn't kill Daxia Ding because of Liancheng Jue?"