Song Qingshu was speechless. "Alright, then you can treat him as a spy."
"He really is a spy!" Ding Dian's eyes lit up. He pressed Di Yun down and gave him another round of beating.
"Miss Ling is dying!" Seeing that his words had inadvertently caused Di Yun to be beaten up, Ding Dian felt bad. He had no choice but to use his ultimate move.
"What?" Ding Dian stopped and rushed over with a ferocious look. "What did you just say?"
"Would you let him go if I didn't say that?" With the cell separating them, Song Qingshu was not afraid that Ding Dian would rush out. "This silly boy is indeed a poor man. He was thrown here because he thought that you might tell him your secret. Then, Ling Tuisi would think that this silly boy is easier to deal with."
In fact, Ding Dian had already figured this out after spending so many years together. Hearing Ding Dian call Ling Tuisi by his name, Ding Dian snorted. "Who are you?"
"I am a philanthropist. I can't stand seeing the two of you suffering, so I'm here to give you some warmth." Song Qingshu looked at the two of them. Their shoulder blades were pierced and their bodies were filthy. He sighed when he thought of their fates.
"Hmph! What tricks is Ling Tuisi up to this time? "Ding Dian was wary of everything.
"Ling Tuisi?" Song Qingshu smiled in disdain. "Master Ding, how about we make a deal?"
"Get lost!" Ding Dian ignored him. Knowing that Miss Ling was fine, he sat back down coldly.
"Do you really think that I care about your Fortress Link Formula?" Song Qingshu smiled. "Actually, I won't hide it from you. I already know the secret of the Fortress Link Formula that you guys have been fighting over."
"Hey, are you trying to fool a kid?" Ding Dian laughed dryly.
"You don't believe me?" Song Qingshu stood up. "I can tell you the secret of the Fortress Link Formula. See if there's any difference from what you know."
"Tell me about it." Ding Dian looked at him suspiciously.
Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Master Ding, I know you haven't lost your martial arts. Please listen carefully. Is there anyone else within several feet? If Ling Tuisi's men heard this, I might not be able to escape your fate. My meridians are all broken, so I don't have any martial arts left. I have to trouble you to listen carefully. "
This time, Ding Dian wasn't sure. He closed his eyes and checked carefully, "Tell me, there's no one else within a hundred feet radius except the three of us."
Song Qingshu stared at Di Yun. "There are some things he doesn't know. In fact, it's to protect him." Ding Dian frowned, but he still struck Di Yun's sleeping acupoint.
Only then did Song Qingshu heave a sigh of relief. He told Ding Dian the secret of the [City Linking Art]. As expected, Ding Dian's expression changed drastically. He stared at Song Qingshu and asked, "How did you know?"
"That's none of your business." Song Qingshu spread his hands. "Now you should believe that I'm not with Ling Tuisi, right?"
"Then why are you looking for me?" Ding Dian was very puzzled.
"Didn't I say that I wanted to make a deal with you?
Song Qingshu extended his hand. "Quick, help me check my pulse. Let's see if your [God Radiating Scripture] can cure it."
After hearing what Di Yun said, Ding Dian understood. He checked Di Yun's pulse and said, "It can be cured."
Song Qingshu was finally relieved. He said, "If you ask me, Ling Tuisi is really a fool. If he had asked his daughter to ask you for the [City Linking Art] as a betrothal gift, you would have agreed."
Ling Tuisi thought that everyone in the world was like him. He was afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag and put Ding Dian on guard. He did not know that in Ding Dian's eyes, his daughter was far more important than any treasure.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ding Dian immediately felt like he had found a confidant. His expression softened, but he did not know that Song Qingshu was trying to get close to him.
"But now that I know his true colors, I will never give him the [City Linking Art]," Ding Dian said hatefully. All these years, he had been holding a grudge.
"I did not ask you to give me the [City Linking Art]." Song Qingshu chuckled. "This is a deal between us. It has nothing to do with Ling Tuisi."
"What deal?" Ding Dian was finally interested.
"I will help you and Miss Ling get together, and you will be responsible for healing my meridians. What do you think?" Song Qingshu stared at him.
Ding Dian was not as happy as he imagined. Instead, he sighed. "Do you know why I was willing to be trapped here for so many years?"
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. "Why?"
"First of all, my martial arts skills were not complete. I could not escape from this iron wall even if I wanted to." Ding Dian laughed bitterly. "Second of all, it would be useless for me to escape. Shuanghua would not leave with me. I might as well stay here. At least, I could look at the chrysanthemums she placed on the windowsill from afar to kill my loneliness." Ding Dian looked at the small building in the distance through the small window of the cell.
"Why did she not want to leave with you?" Although Song Qingshu had a general understanding of the plot, he was confused about the details.
"I don't know either." Ding Dian's expression became gentle. "She is a lady from a respectable family. It is normal for her to not want to elope with a man. Moreover, Ling Tuisi forced her to make such a vicious oath." As he spoke, Ding Dian's expression became ferocious.
"What oath?" Song Qingshu did not think much of it. It was just an oath. Why were the ancient people so stupid?
"Her father used my life to threaten her to make an oath that she would never see me again. Otherwise, her mother's soul would be tortured day and night in the underworld." Ding Dian gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to break.
"Use your life?" Song Qingshu's expression was strange. "Even if she did not agree, Ling Tuisi would not kill you."
"That is why he is so vicious!" Ding Dian slammed his palm on the wall, and a handprint appeared.
Song Qingshu muttered to himself. This was going to be difficult.
It seemed to know what was going on in his mind.
Ding Dian opened his mouth and said, "If you can really convince Shuanghua to leave with me, I can teach you the Scripture of Divine Radiating Art."
Song Qingshu patted his chest happily. "Alright, leave it to me. I will go and find out what Miss Ling wants. We can discuss how to teach me the Scripture of Divine Radiating Art." Thinking that he finally had a chance to make a comeback, Song Qingshu was overjoyed and ran out in a hurry.
Looking at Song Qingshu's slightly deranged back, Ding Dian laughed coldly and thought to himself, The Scripture of Divine Radiating Art. Do you think you can learn it without at least 20 years? Ding Dian could not be blamed for lying. He had had enough of the evil of human nature and did not trust anyone anymore.
When Song Qingshu arrived at Miss Ling's house, he was stopped by a guard. "Master Ling has ordered that no one is allowed to see Miss Ling other than himself."
Showing a token, Song Qingshu said, "Master Ling has ordered me to act as I see fit in the mansion. Everyone is to cooperate with me. I believe you have received the news."
The two guards looked at each other for a while, still hesitating. Song Qingshu ignored them. He pushed aside the podao in front of him and walked up the stairs. Chapter 27- Faint Like a Chrysanthemum
Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated Once he reached the top floor, he could only feel light curtains dancing in the air. Deep in the room, there was a figure. Song Qingshu did not want to be rude, so he coughed lightly to indicate that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was startled, she did not show any special reaction and only asked casually.
Feeling the coldness in her voice, Song Qingshu sighed to himself. Such a beautiful girl had been ruined to the point where she had nothing left to live for.
"I have been asked by Master Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if I don't use some strong medicine, how can I attract your attention?
A loud thud could be heard, as if a stool had fallen to the ground. As expected, when Ling Shuanghua heard news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly ran out and opened the curtains. She looked at Song Qingshu anxiously, "Which Master Ding?"
A young woman in light yellow clothes ran to him. Although her face was covered by a veil, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Looking at her carefully, some red scars were faintly discernible on the edge of the veil. Song Qingshu sighed to himself. Looking at the graceful figure of this woman, she must have been a great beauty before she was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked me to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu bowed respectfully.
"Is he … well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh … I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his shoulder blades were pierced, his hamstrings were cut, and he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But at least he won't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly, "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding …"
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, it's not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you want to go away with Master Ding?"
"You must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, revealing several hideous red scars on her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little … a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me." Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddled with a pot of flowers in front of her, and showed a gentle smile. "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu did not bother to play riddles with these crazy men and women, and directly asked, "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a deadly oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian in this life, your mother's soul will be tortured day and night in the underground. Miss Ling, do you know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father wouldn't have killed Master Ding for the sake of Liancheng Jue? "
When he went upstairs, he only felt that there were light gauze fluttering everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depths of the room. Song Qingshu could not be rude, so he had to cough slightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, she didn't show anything special and just asked casually.
Feeling the coldness in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Such a beautiful woman had been destroyed to the point that she almost had nothing left to live for.
"This one has been asked by Master Ding to come and visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought that if he did not use some strong medicine, how could he attract her attention?
There was a thud, as if a stool had fallen to the ground. As expected, when Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly trotted out, lifted the gauze curtain, and looked anxiously at Song Qingshu. "Which Master Ding?"
He saw a young woman dressed in light yellow run in front of him. Although her face was covered by a light gauze, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars were faintly discernible at the edge of the gauze. Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Looking at the graceful figure of this woman, she must have been a great beauty before her face was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked this one to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu bowed respectfully.
"Is he … well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh … I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his scapula was pierced, his hamstrings were cut, and then he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But he won't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly. "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding …"
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, now is not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Master Ding?"
"Childe, you must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, revealing several hideous red scars on her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little … a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me," Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddling with a pot of flowers in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu did not bother to play riddles with these infatuated men and women, and directly asked, "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a deadly oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, you will let your mother's soul suffer day and night in the underground. Miss Ling, do you know that even if you did not make this oath, your father would not harm Master Ding's life for Liancheng Skill? "
When he went upstairs, he only felt that there were light gauze fluttering everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depths of the room. Song Qingshu could not be rude, so he had to cough slightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was startled, she did not show anything special, and just asked casually.
Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. A beautiful woman was destroyed to the point that she almost had nothing to live for.
"I was asked by Master Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought that if he did not use some strong medicine, how could he attract her attention?
There was a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, when Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly trotted out, lifted the gauze curtain, and looked anxiously at Song Qingshu. "Which Master Ding?"
A young woman in light yellow clothes ran to him. Although her face was covered by a light gauze, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Song QingShu took a closer look and saw that there were some faint red scars on the edge of the veil. He sighed inwardly. Looking at the graceful figure of this woman, she must have been a great beauty before she was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked me to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu respectfully saluted.
"Is he … well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh … I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his scapula was pierced, his hamstrings were cut, and then he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But at least he will not die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly. "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding …"
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, now is not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why did you not want to go far away with Master Ding?"
"Childe, you must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, revealing several hideous red scars on her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little … a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me," Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddling with a pot of flowers in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
Hearing that she was obviously not sincere, Song Qingshu did not bother to play riddles with these crazy men and women, and directly asked, "I heard that Master Ling forced you to make a deadly oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian in this life, you will let your mother's soul suffer day and night in the underground. Miss Ling, do you know that even if you did not make this oath, your father would not harm Master Ding's life for the Liancheng Formula? "
When he went upstairs, he only felt that there were light gauze fluttering everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depths of the room. Song Qingshu could not be rude, so he coughed lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was startled, she did not show anything special, and just asked casually.
Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. A beautiful woman was destroyed to the point that she almost had nothing to live for.
"I was asked by Master Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought that if he did not use some strong medicine, how could he attract her attention?
There was a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, when Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly trotted out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked anxiously at Song Qingshu, "Which Master Ding?"
He saw a young woman in light yellow clothes running in front of him. Although her face was covered by a light gauze, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Looking carefully, some red scars were faintly discernible on the edge of the gauze. Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing that this woman had such a graceful figure, she must have been a great beauty before her face was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked me to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.
"Is he... well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled.
"Uh... I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his shoulder blades were pierced, his tendons were cut, and then he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But he will not die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly, "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding..."
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, now is not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you want to go away with Master Ding?"
"Childe, you must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, and several hideous red scars were across her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little... a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me," Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddling with a pot of flowers in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
Hearing that she was obviously not sincere, Song Qingshu did not bother to play riddles with these crazy men and women, and directly asked, "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a deadly oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian in this life, you will let your mother's soul suffer day and night in the underground. Miss Ling, do you know that even if you didn't make this oath, your father wouldn't have killed Master Ding for the sake of Liancheng Knack? "
When he went upstairs, he only felt that there were light gauze fluttering everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depths of the room. Song Qingshu could not be rude, so he coughed lightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was shocked, she did not show anything special, and just asked casually.
Feeling the coldness in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. A beautiful woman was destroyed to the point that she almost had nothing left to live for.
"This one has been asked by Master Ding to come and visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought that if he did not use some strong medicine, how could he attract her attention?
There was a thud, as if a stool had hit the ground. As expected, when Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly trotted out, lifted the gauze curtain, and looked anxiously at Song Qingshu. "Which Master Ding?"
He saw a young woman dressed in light yellow run in front of him. Although her face was covered by a light gauze, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars were faintly discernible at the edge of the gauze. Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Looking at the graceful figure of this woman, she must have been a great beauty before her face was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked this one to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu bowed respectfully.
"Is he … well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh … I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his scapula was pierced, his hamstrings were cut, and he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But he won't die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly. "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding …"
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, now is not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you want to go far away with Master Ding?"
"Childe, you must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, revealing several hideous red scars on her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little … a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me," Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddling with a pot of flowers in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu did not bother to play riddles with these infatuated men and women, and directly asked, "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a deadly oath, saying that if you see Ding Dian again in this life, you will let your mother's soul suffer day and night in the underground. Miss Ling, do you know that even if you did not make this oath, your father would not harm Master Ding's life for Liancheng Skill? "
When he went upstairs, he only felt that there were light gauze fluttering everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depths of the room. Song Qingshu could not be rude, so he coughed slightly to show that someone had come up.
"Who is it?" Although Ling Shuanghua was startled, she did not show anything special, and just asked casually.
Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu secretly sighed. A beautiful woman was destroyed to the point that she almost had nothing to live for.
"I was asked by Master Ding to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu thought that if he did not use some strong medicine, how could he attract her attention?
There was a thud, which seemed to be the sound of a stool falling to the ground. As expected, when Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian, she hurriedly trotted out, lifted the gauze curtain, and looked anxiously at Song Qingshu. "Which Master Ding?"
A young woman in light yellow clothes ran to him. Although her face was covered by a light gauze, it could not hide the anxiety on her face. Song QingShu took a closer look and saw that there were some faint red scars on the edge of the veil. He sighed inwardly. Looking at the graceful figure of this woman, she must have been a great beauty before she was disfigured.
"Master Ding Dian asked me to come and ask Miss Ling a few questions." Song Qingshu respectfully saluted.
"Is he … well recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.
"Uh … I'm afraid not very well." Song Qingshu thought that if his scapula was pierced, his hamstrings were cut, and then he was locked in prison and tortured for several years, it would not be good. "But he will not die for the time being."
Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly. "It's all my fault. I hurt Brother Ding …"
"Miss Ling, since it has happened, now is not the time to talk about it." Song Qingshu remembered his purpose of coming and hurriedly asked, "Why did you not want to go away with Master Ding?"
"Childe, you must have seen my current appearance. My heart has long been dead. Every day, I pray to God and Buddha, only for Brother Ding to be safe." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of her veil, revealing several hideous red scars on her snow-white face.
"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Master Ding. Do you think Master Ding will care about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned. Those scars were indeed a little … a little dazzling, but it should not be the reason.
"Of course I know he won't despise me," Ling Shuanghua slowly sat down at the table, fiddling with a pot of flowers in front of her, a gentle smile on her lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife."
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