Unparalleled Gentleman

Those things have really been too long.

It's been so long that Ling Duan can't remember unless he saw it with his own eyes.

The days with Prince Changqin were actually not that difficult. The attitude of the people in Tianyong City towards them was very natural, as if a man was born to be with a man.

This somewhat reduced Ling Duan's sense of shame.

He teaches his disciples how to plant flowers every day, and occasionally he takes his disciples out to slay demons and slay demons, and teaches him the principles of life and problems on the road to immortality.

And once this kind of life is over, it will be 50 years.

Anlu Town is just a small town where Tianyong went to Kunlun. After Lingduan and Prince Changqin "together" lived here for a while, it should be the eve of Prince Changqin's journey to the soul.

Even if the body is reorganized, birth, old age, sickness and death are unavoidable. Even if this body has embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, it will not last long without a soul. After staying together for 50 years, Lingduan and Prince Changqin temporarily moved out of Tianyong to come Arrived in Anlu Town.

——Here is a man who matches Ouyang Shaogong very well, and neither Lingduan nor Prince Changqin will let him go.

Ling Duan still remembered that it was a very sunny day. It was rare that there was no snow in winter. Prince Changqin suddenly became greedy for meat. Lingduan ran thousands of miles to kill him a spirit tiger, intending to let Prince Changqin make up for it.

But when I went back, I saw that person lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent under the quilt, and he was out of breath.

And that person in that village was useless in the end.

Ling Duan still remembered that he kicked open the door of that family like crazy, and the other party didn't dare to say anything because of his status, but the trembling look was not the prince Changqin.

It was only at this time that he remembered that the prince Changqin was not just his own prince Changqin, he was the later Ouyang Shaogong, the man who fought to the death with Baili Tusu and almost covered the whole earth.

The prince's Changqin may be inseparable from the mausoleum, but Ouyang Shaogong can.

There is an island named Penglai in the East China Sea, shrouded in fairy mist, and rarely visited by people, even a cultivator of immortals, it is hard to find it. Lingduan returned to his home, looked at the body that had lost its breath, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

He lost his prince Changqin.

In fact, at the beginning, Lingduan really didn't care about the prince Changqin. In his heart, no matter how good this man is to him, he will become that red-clothed immortal in the future.

Will destroy Wumeng Lingu, will kill Zhaolin, will...kill him.

But when that person really disappeared from his life, Ling Duan realized how important he was in his own life, but he couldn't find him.

Ling Duan tightly clenched his hands, even though his palms were already dripping with blood, he was firmly nailed to the spot, not daring to move a single step.

He is actually afraid.

Afraid of seeing Ouyang Shaogong's face, he couldn't help but want to kill him on the spot with a sword. At that time, he might not be as simple as pain.

Later, Ling Duan returned to Tianyong with the body of the prince Changqin. He had been in seclusion for more than 100 years, and when he left the seclusion, the real person in charge had changed twice.

Why two terms? Because in the third quarter, the real master ascended, and that was the only master who ascended, but he ascended after 20 years of being the master, a legendary man.

Anyway, Ling Duan had no chance to see him.

After leaving the customs, Lingduan found that Tianyong City has actually changed a lot, and various rules and regulations have been improved a lot. More importantly, his silly and silly little apprentice has also become a master.

The little disciple and grandson are very cute, and he looks like a chubby little man. Ling Duan suddenly remembered himself back then, and couldn't help hugging him up.

The days after that were still very ordinary, the disciples didn't need him to teach, he just taught the grandchildren, the time passed quickly, but the only thing was wrong, his grandchildren didn't grow up anyway.

Until his disciple said to him: "Master, disciple, you have not accepted disciples! You are stunned!"

Ling Duan was taken aback for a moment, and raised his head stupidly, his arms were empty, there was no little disciple, it was just something he imagined.

That's right, his apprentice died under the thunderstorm many years ago, how can he accept any apprentices? !

Heart Demon Tribulation.

The man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a shocking bang from the back mountain of Tianyong City. The real Ziyin, who had been closed for a long time, came out and flew towards the back mountain with his sword.

What greeted him was an oncoming sword energy, very fierce, Ziyin waved his hand with [-]% strength to chop it off.

"Ziyin, I'm leaving." The male voice was a little relieved, but the words that he said made Ziyin clenched his long sword tightly and opened his mouth, but he still didn't say the words to let him stay.

Tianyong City owes him a lot.

Ling Duan naturally didn't know Ziyin's thoughts, and he didn't think Tianyong City treated him badly, but now that 200 years have passed, and there are still a hundred years left before those things should happen, he really shouldn't stayed.

"When will you be back?" Finally, he asked.

He replied: "At most a hundred years."

"it is good."

With a light reply, a figure galloped out of the mountain gate at an extremely fast speed, and even Ziyin didn't know where that person went or what he did outside of his spiritual consciousness.

Time flies, it has been a hundred years.

So it really took too long for those things to happen. Ling Duan hid on the roof with a chicken leg in his mouth. Looking at the two entangled figures in the yard, one of them suddenly got angry and threw himself on the other!

But at the critical moment, both of them withdrew their killing moves. The man with a gentle smile even let the other party pounce on him, and then his shoulder hurt, and he had already been bitten.

Blood gushed out from his body, but the gentle man's eyes slowly widened.

With the meat in his mouth, the voice of the body=upper=person is a little fuzzy, but this does not prevent him from hearing the other person's words clearly, "Ouyang Shaogong! I have already said that you are not allowed to say Zhaolin Zhaolin Zhaolin!"

Before the words were finished, a sharp knife appeared in the hand of the man below him, and it slowly touched the back of the man's heart. The voice was still so elegant and gentle, without sadness or joy: "Second brother, this life is too bitter, and I will treat you in the next life. Don't ever meet Shao Gong again."

The sound of the dagger piercing the skin, a second before he died, he seemed to still hear the human say: "Go at ease, I hope that in your next life, your wish will come true."

Oh.

After eating the last bite of the chicken leg, Ling Duan clapped his hands, looked at the dead and wounded on the ground, and pulled his mouth lightly: Because of your words, I went back 300 years ago, played the Prince Changqin, and met Zhao Lin's previous life !

Indifferent face.