Lingyun Jianghu

Although Yun Jin is no longer the regent, but the prestige when he was in power is still there, Nalan Ling does not know how much power this Fengming jade tablet has.Whether it's useful or not, she picks it up first.

Compared with this, Yun Jin's words are more intriguing.Presumably, the imperial court has often placed spies in the martial arts. With the empress dowager Yun's meticulousness and control, she must have obtained some reliable news and secret reports.

To provoke the relationship between Master and the Nalan family, and break the strongest wings of Master?Thinking about it carefully, this statement is not unreasonable, the master's status is noble, and the friendship with the elder sister is very good, which is equivalent to having the backing of the Nalan family.In order to achieve the goal, he did not hesitate to destroy the entire village, and then hunted and killed them on a large scale in the Wulin, just like a hunter who locked the target, causing a bloody storm.

This style is quite similar to that old poison, but can the old poison be so sneaky?Even though she didn't know Lian Qianqiu, she could feel that she was an arrogant and arrogant person, she couldn't do such indecent things, otherwise she wouldn't have come directly to seek revenge.

Could it be that someone behind her is manipulating the overall situation?A series of questions spread in Nalan Ling's heart, and when he looked up, he was already in front of the prison.Since Ying Hongye was released, there are fewer guards in the prison?In the past, there were more than a dozen people guarding now, and now there are four people guarding it. The difference is too big.

Nalan Ling didn't hold the decree, because Nalan Changjun had promised to hand over the person to Lingyun Pavilion, she had the right to bring him up, and naturally she could also interrogate him.

"I've seen my little master." The guards recognized her as the third-bedroom lady with blue eyes, and they saluted spontaneously when they saw her. She waved her hand and asked, "How's that prisoner from Tianling Hall?"

"Governor Ling has already taken him away, does the young master not know?"

Nalan Ling's expression changed suddenly, "When?"

"Before a stick of incense, the person was dragged to the East Prison."

Nalan Ling was startled, it turned out that the master had thought about it earlier than her, and she didn't know what method he would use to interrogate him, so she had to rush over there.Thinking of this, she jumped up, stepped on the shadow of the moon, and disappeared into the night.

Step on the shadows and fly, and walk against the wind.

Nalan Ling's figure shuttled between the buildings, like a fairy under the moon, and her light figure landed in front of the cell in the east hall.Master is clearly in the main hall discussing matters with the eldest sister and the eldest gentleman, so how can he still have time to mention someone?

The East Prison is located in the most remote southeast corner of Nalan Mansion. It is a place for separate interrogation. There are various instruments of torture in it, comparable to a government prison.Under the legal system of the State of Ji, private mansions are not allowed to set up punishment rooms and prisons, except for Nalan Mansion.In such a large family, people must be governed by "rules". Whoever breaks the family rules will be punished. This is the way Nalan Changjun governs the family.

The fire was burning on the furnace hood, and several iron instruments of torture had been burned red, making a hissing sound.The man was locked on the cross, his skin was blue and his face was swollen, and the clothes on his body were festered in several places. Ye Ming almost used the torture of iron and whip, but he still couldn't pry his mouth open.

"It seems that we are still too kind." Ying Hongye brought a bucket of water, untied his upper body, covered his head with an oiled paper bag, and dipped into the bucket.

The snoring sound of the water submerged his upper body. The man struggled desperately in the water, but his feet were roasted by the iron chains and he couldn't break free.Ying Hongye has always been cruel and cold-blooded when dealing with enemies. In her world, she only believes in one thing: Anyone who hinders the Pavilion Master deserves to die.

While the man was still breathing, Ying Hongye picked him up again, giving him a few breaths.Then she poured the prepared salt into the water.After stirring, he scooped up a bowl and threw it at the man.

"Ahhhh~~" The salt water was like several awls, poking his wound one after another. The strong tingling sensation and the screams were endless, but he was a hard bone and couldn't speak.

Ying Hongye's gloomy face revealed a piercing smile, and her patience was almost worn out.Seeing that the man was still tight-lipped, she angrily pulled out the dagger at her waist, broke his mouth, and pried it open with the dagger.The icy cold light flashed across the man's eyelids, and the sharp knife touched the tip of his tongue, and he finally showed a look of horror.

Ying Hongye sneered and said: "The pavilion master said that people who don't speak well will cut off their tongues. I think your tongue is really useless." After she finished speaking, she turned the handle of the knife, and the man's lips were cut with blood. As long as the tongue is slightly forced, it will be cut off.

"Stop!" Nalan Ling pushed the door open and stopped her.

Ying Hongye stopped, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Ling is here, you have too few instruments of torture in Nalan Mansion, this person won't open his mouth if he doesn't move."

After the man saw Nalan Ling, his originally dull eyes finally became brighter.Ye Ming clearly felt his face twitch slightly, it was only at the moment when he saw Nalan Ling.Although it was fleeting, she was captured by her.

Nalan Ling glanced at the man and asked, "What's your name?"

The man had never spoken since he was imprisoned in Nalan Mansion, and when he saw Nalan Ling's question, he answered obediently, "Zi Huo."

Na Lanling nodded, and said to Hongye: "Senior sister, why don't you hand over this person to me, I have a way to make him speak."

"Leave it to you?" Ying Hongye raised her eyebrows, she couldn't see that this little girl had some tricks, but she wanted to see it.

"It's better to let Junior Sister Ling try." After saying that, Ye Ming deliberately sat on a stool beside him, as if waiting to watch the excitement.Ying Hongye felt that Ye Ming had a purpose, so she put away the dagger, "Then let's see what Junior Sister Ling does."

Nalan Ling originally intended to bring Zihuo back to Lingyun Pavilion and wait for an opportunity to interrogate him, but she never thought that it would be delayed because of an unexpected situation. Time was running out and she couldn't wait any longer.If they can't find out why before dawn, they will definitely have long nights and dreams when they rush to the Quicksand faction.

"My lady heard that there are 36 sub-helmsmen in Tianlingtang. May I ask which sub-helmsman are you?" , my church has never set up any sub-helm, in charge of affairs, even the altar master and the hall master treat us equally."

Nalan Ling squinted at him, and suddenly pulled out Ye Mingjian to cut off his shackles. Ying Hongye just wanted to stop him but was stopped by Ye Ming.She wanted to see what Nalan Ling was doing, and it was impossible for her to let people under their noses.

"Who asked you to disclose the matter of Lihuo Village to the Nalan family?" Nalan Ling directly pointed out that it was impossible for the other party to ask this kind of question, but she still asked this question on purpose.As expected, Zihuo was silent, and what Nalan Ling wanted was his silence, so she took advantage of the situation and tore off his boots and socks, took out a three-inch long silver needle and stabbed it hard.

Suffering, severe pain and numbness hit his whole body. His body trembled involuntarily. The nerves in his feet were pricked by Nalan Ling's needles, and his whole body began to lose control.But Nalan Ling's purpose was not to torture him, but to see if there was a unique mark of the Heavenly Spirit Hall on the soles of his feet.

Although the Tianling Hall looks like a mess, not everyone can be called a member of the hall. Everyone has a skull-shaped scar on the sole of their foot, which is called the blood mark of Tianling.The reason why it is on the bottom of the feet is to prevent people from discovering it, and no one knows about it except the inside of the Heavenly Soul Hall.

There really is a blood seal of the Heavenly Spirit!Nalan Ling glanced at him unexpectedly, he was really a member of the Heavenly Soul Hall.She deliberately stood in front of Ye Ming and the two of them, making them mistakenly think that she was administering needles.The long needle pierced a meridian impartially, the pain is unbearable for ordinary people, but Zihuo just groaned.

The originally torn lips had already overflowed with blood, and the despair when the eyelids were rolled up seemed to be on the verge of death.This kind of silent pain and torture without flesh and blood is the real cruelty.Flesh injuries are nothing to martial arts practitioners, only the torture that paralyzes the nerves can pry the mouth of this iron man.

"I...speak!" Two words were squeezed out of his teeth, and he was finally willing to speak under the severe punishment.Nalan Ling then pulled out the needle and spared him.

In fact, Zihuo was just waiting for the opportunity to speak, and he wanted to explain it logically with the image of a tough guy.Fortunately, he held his breath and waited in vain.

"The man arrested the altar master and asked me to come to Nalan Mansion to report." Blood covered Zihuo's eyes, and the wound on his lips made him unable to speak clearly, but Nalan Ling heard it clearly, and she frowned , Shen Yin said: "How did you know that your altar master was arrested?"

"The embroidered knife of the altar master never leaves his hand, even when he sleeps, he keeps it by his side. Now it has fallen into the hands of others, this is the best proof."

Nalan Ling pinched his jaw, seemingly angry, and asked sternly, "Why are you only looking for you, your Heavenly Soul Hall is only capable of this? Being led by the nose?"

Zihuo smiled helplessly, "This is my incompetence, and has nothing to do with my Heavenly Soul Hall."

"How did that person find you?"

"Someone threw the altar owner's embroidery knife into my shop, and I knew something happened to the altar owner." It turned out that Zihuo's original identity was the shopkeeper of a tailor shop.

From this point of view, the people behind the scenes still want to instigate the relationship between Tianlingtang and Lingyun Pavilion?But that person knew too much, could he have seen something?Otherwise, it would be impossible for the people of Tianlingtang to report the news properly, and also expose Zihuo's hidden identity.

Nalan Ling really hated this feeling of "being a mermaid", as if she was standing in the open, waiting for the knife to fall towards her, but she was defenseless and could only accept it passively, avoiding it.

Whether it was aimed at the master or had other intentions, she must find out.

"He's useless." Nalan Ling meant to let him go, but knowing that Ye Ming and Ying Hongye would definitely not agree, he called Ye Ming aside, "Only by letting him go can we follow up on what he said Is it true?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Ye Ming smiled faintly, and ordered Ying Hongye, "Hongye, let him go." Ying Hongye is a secret agent killer, so he naturally understands the principle of playing hard to get. The three of them formed a tacit understanding, and neither Against letting go of Zizhuo.Then Nalan Ling called the two servants and sent Zihuo back to the tailor shop. Under the surveillance of Nalan Mansion, he could not escape.

Dawn dawns, autumn dew thickens.

Inside the red candle warming tent, Ling Yu woke up after taking a nap for an hour, the wound on her palm was still slightly painful, the bird blue tulle had been taken off and stuffed around her waist.

Looking at the scar on the palm of her hand, she thought of the scene where Nalan Ling intertwined her fingers last night, and she felt a little warmth.But these unnecessary emotions and moods shouldn't always come to her heart, and she doesn't want to have this special mood anymore.

That's all... Ling Yu took out the tulle that wrapped the wound again, stared at it for a moment, landed on the red candle, lit it and threw it on the inkstone on the table.It is so easy to burn out, and it is the same to extinguish the flame that should not rise in the heart.

She, Ling Changning.After so many years of despair and pain, I don't need to be loved, and I don't want to love again, let alone be with my apprentice.If you don't get it, you won't lose it. This is enough for her life.

Love is a burden, she doesn't need it.

Master and apprentice are master and apprentice, nothing else.If the heart is dead, it is dead, just like a person cannot be brought back to life, there is no possibility of resurrection.Nalan Ling, she loved the wrong person, she shouldn't put all her heart and soul into herself.

When the two-year period is up and she fulfills her promise to Nalan Qing, she will let Nalan Ling leave Lingyun Pavilion.The quiet and lonely days in the mountains were not suitable for her.

"Master!" The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.She didn't know how long she had been staring at the ashes, thinking about all kinds of Nalan Ling, like a madman, until she heard the voice, she thought it was an illusion.

"Master, are you awake?"

There was still a corner of the burning ashes, Ling Yu pulled a piece of paper to cover the inkstone.

"come in."

Nalan Ling pushed the door open and walked in, wearing a red embroidered cloak, bright and dazzling.She stepped forward with a smile on her face, "Master, the horses are ready, and the dew is thick in late autumn. You may catch cold when you are driving in the wind. I will find you a cloak."

"This color is too bright, it doesn't suit me." Ling Yu used to like red very much, and the colors of those brocade clothes are also bright and moving.She may have forgotten who she used to be, seductive and sexy, with a breathtaking charm all over her body, how many people were defeated by her pomegranate skirt back then.

Now she has faded away from her elegance and only likes plain clothes, she often wears white clothes, as if she is a foreigner.

"Who said that? Disciple sees that Master looks best in red." Nalan Ling always remembers her past appearance, brocade gown, graceful and luxurious.There is no such a beautiful woman in the world anymore, as long as the powder is thinly applied, the beauty of the world will be paled.

"I don't like red, take it away." Ling Yu refused flatly, this red body is too delicate, it will always remind her of Liu Qianxun, and she doesn't want that person to invade her memory, let alone think of it for no reason.

"Master, why don't you try it!" Nalan Ling didn't know what she was thinking, but insisted on herself.

Ling Yu became angry, "Xun'er likes red, do you want me to always think of her when I wear it?"

Nalan Ling was stunned, as if someone had grabbed the tip of her heart, the pain was so painful that it was even difficult to breathe.She didn't even know what to do with herself at this moment, neither to leave, nor to stay, nor to laugh.What should she say?What should I say to show that I am not so narrow-minded, is it against my will to say that Liu Qianxun is beautiful, so she looks beautiful in whatever she wears?Or is it that Master, you just miss her, but I don't care?

She couldn't do it, she couldn't say anything and became overwhelmed.I just felt the qi and blood surging, the blood from the corners of the lips slowly oozing out, and the internal organs were all in pain.