Unparalleled Gentleman

Hearing Ling Duan's words, everyone present was shocked!

Only Ling Yue's eyes widened, and he looked at the indifferent Master Ziyin in disbelief: Ling Yue actually knew something about Ziyin's real big disciple.

There is a forbidden area in Tianyong City, and no one is allowed to enter except Zhenren Zhangjiao and Zhenren Ziyin.

The mausoleum who just went to Tianyong didn't understand this rule, so he accidentally broke into it. It was a very fairy place, and even after so many years, the coercion of Almighty has not disappeared. There is a portrait hanging in the middle.

They are all backs, the backs of two men.

They held hands, turned their heads to look at each other, there was a smile on one side of their faces, and their light blue clothes made them more fairy-like, and then Ling Yue was brought out by his master.

He once asked Master Ziyin who was there, his master was silent for a few moments, then sighed, and told him that there was his elder brother there.

"Eldest brother? Master, am I not your first disciple?" Ling Yue remembered asking him, "Why do I still have a senior brother? Where did the senior brother go?"

"You are the first disciple I accepted in my No.12 generation, but before you, I have accepted disciples as a teacher." His master took his hand and said, with a look on his lips. Smiling incomprehensibly, "Your senior brother...he must have gone far away."

At that time, Ling Yue didn't understand, but when he grew up, he knew that the far away place his master said probably meant that his brother was dead.

But now, Ling Yue felt that he seemed to have misunderstood it. Maybe his senior brother really just went to a far away place and didn't have time to come back. It wasn't what he thought he had passed away.

"Give him to me." Under the eyes of everyone, the sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City stretched out his hand to the traitor Lingduan whose foundation he had chopped off and expelled from the sect, and said in a cold voice.

Will Ling Duan give it to him?

The answer is yes.

He hugged the person in his arms and handed it over, and couldn't help frowning slightly between his brows. Seeing that Zi Yin turned around and was about to leave, he didn't forget to remind him: "Be careful, he doesn't have those memories now."

The person who was about to leave paused, his eyelashes trembled, and after a long time, his voice came from afar, "I understand."

The only person who knew the truth of the matter left, Ling Duan looked at the real head teacher who seemed to be happy and surprised in front of him, but the father-like master when he first went to Tianyong and knew nothing appeared in front of him , and the bowl of purple rice porridge that he still remembers vividly.

That should be the best thing he ate in his life.

"Zhenjiao Zhenren." However, he finally opened his mouth. Regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he made a cold face to Zhangjiao Zhenren with a gift that only the upper echelon of Tianyong could have: "The sixth generation elder mausoleum of Tianyong City, I have seen the master teacher."

The sixth generation elder... Mausoleum? !

The sixth generation, didn’t that enter Tianyong City in the same generation as Master Ziyin? All the disciples present gasped after hearing this, and some disciples even pointed out on the spot: “You are just a useless person who was expelled from Tianyong City. Forget it, how dare you pretend to be the elder of Tianyong City, what crime should you be?!"

Ling Duan frowned, turned his head to look over, and saw the man flew backwards suddenly, hit the stone pillar with a bang and landed on the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood from his head!

Everyone was shocked!

Ling Yue, who is a big brother, also came back to his senses at this moment, he frowned tightly, and looked at Ling Duan with a sharp gaze, "Ling Duan! Do you know what you are doing?!"

"Lingyue!" His voice was loud, and the end of Lingyue was louder than his voice. He even subconsciously carried the pressure of a high-ranking monk when he spoke. Under the pressure, Lingyue insisted on remaining silent.

After a long time, Ling Duan also felt bored, put away the coercion, turned around and walked to the forbidden area.

The forbidden area of ​​Tianyong City was really curious when Lingduan had not become Duanmuqing. Only when he had this opportunity did he know why in Tianyong City, the only places where Master Zhangjiao and Master Ziyin could go. Get up like walking on the ground.

Because that is his chance!

Because as Duanmuqing's own birthday gift to Lingduan, on the day of his birth, in a place he didn't know, someone came back to a certain place and cast this unforbidden law on him. The secret of injury.

It was a very heart-warming thing, even if that person was himself in the future, it was still very heart-warming.

Because that person actually had no reason for him to get that opportunity. Ling Duan still remembers that Zi Yin caught him when he ran into the forbidden area, but the other party didn't punish him. Instead, he sighed and threw him away thrown into a small dark room.

It was also there that Ling Duan learned his Chaos Sword Art, which laid the foundation for him to secure his position as the second senior brother in Tianyong City.

As Lingduan, he has not been here for five or six years. As Duanmuqing, he has lived here for hundreds of years. This time he revisited the old place, and the thoughts in his heart are not complicated. Lingduan fingertips brushed inch by inch The wooden fence, the spell brought up instantly made the place look like new.

For him now, the magic of cleaning dust is already at his fingertips, and it even only takes a moment to clean up this place, but Ling Duan is unwilling.

Since returning to Tianyong City, he seems to have become delicate-sensitized-sensitive = sensitive, and even Ling Duan himself couldn't stand the sentimental look. He withdrew the spell, stood in the hall and turned around.

The sunlight outside the gate was extremely bright, but the light that shone into the room became dim because of the obstruction of the house, just like his mood at the moment.

Ling Duan is dead, and only Duan Muqing survives; but Duan Muqing's soul is gone, and only one Ling Duan remains.

Who is he?

Lingduan, or Duanmu?

The unsolved mystery is still unsolved even after so many years, Ling Duan stared at the beam of sunlight shining into the lobby, even if his eyes were stung, he would not look away.

At some point in the calm sky, a group of black clouds gathered, fluttering leisurely to the top of a certain peak in Tianyong City, and before everyone could react, a bolt of lightning struck!

Ling Duan raised his hand very calmly to catch the lightning, but it didn't disappear, twisting and turning in Ling Duan's palm, the desire to escape was very obvious.

However, how could Lingduan give it this chance to escape? Naturally, it is impossible. He sneered, and the force in his hand was suppressed with strong mana, and he squeezed it inch by inch from the wrist-thick lightning to the little finger-thin, " Do you think I will give you that chance to run back to find Fuxi?!"

The one who dared to expel the prince Changqin from the Heavenly Court, the so-called Heavenly Emperor!