When Murong Fu returned to the inn, Mu Wanqing was still waiting for him. Seeing the worried look in her eyes, Murong Fu felt happy and stepped forward to hug her, but Mu Wanqing stepped back slightly and stepped aside.
Murong Fu smiled coquettishly. During these few days together, Mu Wanqing was always hot and cold, as if there was some estrangement in her heart. It seemed that she was still bitter about Murong Fu taking off her veil without permission.
The two rented two guest rooms, and that night, Murong Fu came to the Jingzhou magistrate's prison. It turned out that Murong Fu remembered that Wan Gui's wedding must have been Di Yun's junior sister Qi Fang, and Di Yun must have been imprisoned.
Anyway, he is going to Wanfu tomorrow to cause trouble. Di Yun is loyal and honest by nature. If he can be easily recruited into his subordinates, he will definitely become a general.
Murong Fu quietly searched around the prison. He didn't know the faces of Ding Dian and Di Yun, but he could roughly guess their current situation, but he couldn't find a cell that looked like the one where Ding and Di were imprisoned.
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Could it be that Ling Tuisi locked them up alone in some secret place? After a moment of thought, Murong Fu left the prison and went to the backyard where Ling Tuisi's family lived.
After looking around, I finally found a small attic with a pot of light green chrysanthemums on the window sill. It was the attic where Ling Tuisi's daughter, Ling Shuanghua, lived. The place facing the window must be where Ding Dian and Di Yun were imprisoned.
Murong Fu entered the prison again and finally found a large cell in the direction facing the attic window.
Murong Fu was stunned when he saw the situation in the cell. There were more than a dozen people imprisoned in this cell, some were talking and laughing loudly, and some were quarreling and bickering.
After careful inspection, I realized that something was not right. These people were clearly divided into two groups. There were only two people in each group. They were silent and disheveled. Their bones were pierced, and their hands and ankles were in chains. If you look closely, you can even see the tendons of their hands and ankles.
There are scars from being picked apart.
One of them is a bearded man with gleaming eyes and a thick aura, which is obviously a sign of great internal strength, and he should be Ding Dian; while the other one is thin and thin, with gray eyes full of defeat, so he is naturally Di Yun.
There were sixteen or seventeen people in the other group, and they didn't look like prisoners at all. They were all dressed in different styles, but by listening to their few words, you could roughly tell that they were people from three sects, arguing about who should own something.
Murong Fu was confused, what was going on? He glanced around and saw that there was no guard around the cell, so he simply walked to the cell calmly.
With Murong Fu's appearance, the cell gradually became quiet. Everyone's eyes turned to Murong Fu. A tall and thin monk asked with a wary look on his face: "Hey, boy, what do you do here?"
"It's quite lively. Who are you?"
Everyone was stunned, and they were filled with doubts. Did this kid not know how to be afraid at all? However, Big Thorn appeared here in the middle of the night, so he was not an ordinary person.
The tall and thin monk did not want to cause trouble, "Buddha is the treasured elephant of the Blood Knife Sect. Those who know the truth should get out of here."
A cold light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and he smiled slightly and said: "Young Master just doesn't know faces, let alone precious elephants."
Baoxiang looked angry and was about to say, "You..."
An old man in gray clothes next to him hurriedly stopped him and said to Murong Fu: "I encourage myself from the Snow Mountain Sect. I hope that I can give you some face and leave."
A middle-aged man in a green shirt also took two steps forward and said, "I am Xi Huazi from the Kunlun faction. I wonder what your purpose is here?"
Murong Fu thought in his mind that these three sects came out of the Western Region together, either for the Liancheng Jue or for the Divine Illumination Sutra. He didn't know how Ding Dian would deal with it, so he immediately said:
"I just have something to do with a man named Di Yun. You go on and leave me alone."
Ding Dian and Di Yun looked at each other, and Di Yun shook his head slightly.
Everyone in the three factions looked at each other, and Baoxiang said loudly: "I don't care what you are looking for. Let's make it clear first. This rightful owner belongs to our Blood Knife Sect. If you don't accept it, I will see the real seal."
The other two factions suddenly became unwilling, and Qi Zimian said angrily: "Is this the real chapter under my command? That's fine. Should we fight here or go to the yard?"
Xihuazi said: "Go to the courtyard, go to the courtyard, whoever is afraid of you." Everyone agreed.
Di Yun was confused, and Ding Dian had a sarcastic sneer on his lips.
Baoxiang glanced slightly at the people from the other two sects, and thought to himself, although there are few people in my Blood Sword Sect, they are all masters, so I am afraid of you.
He said in his mouth: "That's good, so as not to cause trouble later." After saying that, he immediately walked towards the cell door.
Baoxiang came to the cell door, broke free of the iron chain that locked the door, opened the door and was about to go out, when suddenly the figure flickered, and there was a person standing in front of him.
Before Baoxiang could react, he was punched in the lower abdomen. He flew backwards, hit the wall, and slowly fell down. The person who made the move was none other than Ding Dian.
While everyone was in shock, another fat monk from the Blood Knife Sect also slowly fell down, muttering in his mouth: "Shadowless Divine Fist..."
Everyone hurriedly took out their weapons to defend, but Ding Diandu was very fast. In the blink of an eye, Qi Zimian also fell. The Xueshan Sect disciples shouted: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master..."
Xi Huazi was horrified, took a few steps back, and danced a set of airtight sword skills around him, not seeking to hurt the enemy, but to protect himself.
Ding Dian casually grabbed a man and threw it at Xi Huazi, disrupting his swordsmanship. He took this opportunity to get up close and punched twice. At this point, the last master among the group was dead.
The remaining people had lost their backbone, were frightened, and wanted to escape toward the door. Ding Dian was like a wolf among sheep, and these ordinary disciples would all fall to the ground and die as long as they took one and a half moves.
In a moment, everyone in the cell except Di Yun and Ding Dian lay down.
Ding Dian looked at Murong Fu with a heavy face. This young man had almost no breath, but he clearly sensed great danger in him. For a moment, Ding Dian did not dare to step forward rashly, "Who is your Excellency, and why are you here?"
Before Murong Fu could say anything, Di Yun exclaimed in surprise, pointed in one direction and said, "Ding...Brother Ding, there is someone moving over there."
"Where?" Ding Dian looked in the direction pointed by Di Yun. It turned out to be the treasure elephant in the corner that had been knocked away at the beginning.
Ding Dian didn't care in his heart. He had already mastered the Divine Light Technique. How could there be anyone who couldn't be killed with one punch, unless the person's internal strength was higher than his own? But how could that be possible? I think Di Yun was just blinded.
However, just in case, Ding Dian still walked over to check. Suddenly, the treasure elephant shot up and slapped Ding Dian in the face. Ding Dian was shocked, tilted his head slightly, and at the same time, he punched the monk's chest with his shadowless fist.
Call.
Unexpectedly, Baoxiang's move was a false move. When Ding Dian was eager to dodge, he jumped to the door in a flash and ran out without looking back.