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Chapter 18 Jingzhou Prison

After the conversation between the three of them ended, and after drinking 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. He didn't know whether he hung this image to show off his longing for Guan Gong's loyalty, or simply regarded it as the God of Wealth.

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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 his 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 frightened. Although he had already known about Ling Tuisi's ruthlessness and viciousness, he was still shocked by the fact that 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 full of fear.

Could this kind of poisonous effect be caused by the pots of extremely poisonous Jinbo Xunhua in Ling Tuisi's hands? It 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 a master of external skills.

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It seems to be part of a flower stem or something like that. I guess Ling Tuisi didn't really want to poison people 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.

The poison of Jinbo Xunhua is extremely powerful. When it is dissolved in water, once it splashes and gets contaminated on 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 breath, a cold and clear female voice sounded from behind. "'You committed 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 say: "Have you been poisoned by Ling Tuisi?" Although it was a question, the tone was quite good.

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Ma Daming slowly got up and nodded. His expression was 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 their conversations without being discovered, Ma Daming became more and more panicked. He did not dare to look directly at Zhao Qing, but lowered his head and said:

"This means that I am required to personally endorse the name of my sect and publicize it to the outside world. Of course, this is an unethical behavior. I will change it if the girl asks me to do it, and I will not do it if I don't do it."

Zhao Qing suddenly realized that Ma Daming and the others were not the powerful ones in the sect, and that was how it 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 book of golden swords 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 he became a first-class master in the Liaodong region. Later, our Wansheng Daomen inquired about the relationship between this distant relative and went to seek revenge. The marriage greatly strengthened the sect's reputation."

Hu Fei's left and right children? Zhao Qing thought secretly. If Lianchengjue followed the Snow Mountain Flying Fox, he didn't know if the Hu family's sword and the Miao family's sword had been passed down. If you have time, you can go and look for them.

"I just don't know what the situation is like with Geng Tianba. Shanxi's Taihang sect is famous for its martial arts, and it is rumored to be related to the Shaolin Temple... I believe Ling Tuisi has got some solid information."

After Ma Daming finished speaking, he called Ling Tuisi by name and worked hard to cut.

"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 scabbard into scrap metal. Then he threw it towards the poisonous water on the ground, creating a deep pit in the road. It can be regarded as cleaning 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 Prefecture is located behind a deserted alley.

In order to prevent 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 nearby iron fence, 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 two iron chains on their bones. It was obvious that they were serious prisoners held by the government.

One of them is a little thinner, sleeping with the moonlight on his back, facing the wall, with no fingers on his right hand on his shoulder; the other man, with a beard on his face, sits 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 body of the man inside kept trembling, and the iron chains clanked. His face was struggling with pain, as if he had encountered some terrible 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 relying 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 his 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 grieved day by day, and his spirit would become increasingly weak and exhausted, so he had no choice but to tap Di Yun's sleep acupoint, hoping that he could have a good sleep.

At this moment, light and dense footsteps were heard on the roof not far away, as if multiple Qinggong masters were 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 on the same route.

One of them was an old beggar with unkempt hair and a familiar appearance. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Yan Daping?"


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