The first day of the first month, New Year's Day.

After a few days of snowfall, a sunny day finally came.

The morning light was shining, and the surroundings were white, and the front of every house in Lingxiao City was dotted with red firecracker crumbs.

Lively children run around the streets, adults in new clothes laugh and talk, and no one notices that a child with his head bowed, wearing a torn cotton jacket, and his little face is almost frozen.

At this moment, when passers-by saw it, they would only think that it was a homeless little beggar.

He hurried along.

"It's here, it's almost there!" Ling Yun thought silently in his heart.

Look up, Ling Mansion!

Four sergeants stood on each side of the door, wearing black armor, holding a black lacquer dragon lance, wearing a double-horned demon breaker helmet, and their eyes were sharp, looking straight ahead.

On both sides, couplet: Seven generations will be shocked in the north of Xinjiang, and a loyal martyr will soar in the sky!

Ling Yun stood in front of the Ling Mansion.

"It's been seven years, and I once vowed not to go back to the Ling family for half a step, but the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes, why?

The cold couldn't crush his resolute gaze.

"Lingyun?" At this moment, a soldier in front of the door saw him and was puzzled.

Ling Yun, the city lord of Lingxiao City, the second-class loyal and brave uncle of the Great Zhou Empire, and the son of Ling Feng, the general of the Zhenbei Army, was bullied in the Ling family because his mother was a northern demonic woman.

is also because of the demon blood in his body, the martial arts are not passable, and he is endlessly ridiculed.

Seven years ago, I left angrily, and I don't return until today.

"Go and say goodbye, Lingyun Gongzi is back!" "No matter what, Lingyun is Ling Feng's own son, and they can't drive him away.

Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are countless people who came to visit the Ling family, and the number is extremely large, and some people still remember this Ling Yun who left angrily seven years ago.

Everyone looked at Ling Yun with puzzled eyes, this was a thin young man, who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, his torn cotton jacket had been thrown on the ground, and there was a package next to him, a little beggar who didn't know where he came from.

He was very white, a sickly white feeling.

His lips were already purple, he should have been frozen, but he tried his best to control his body, without any trembling, staring closely at the door in front of him.

It is out of place with the surrounding environment and those so-called dignitaries.

But in a moment, a young man in a white brocade robe walked out, holding a white fan and shaking it on his chest in the winter, which was really ridiculous.

"Yo, isn't this Brother Lingyun? I still remember that seven years ago, Brother Yun said with a domineering appearance that he would never return to the Ling family again, why, how could he have the face to come back today?"

Looking at Ling Yun's eyes with endless sarcasm and contempt, the Ling family is strong, and natural strength represents everything, saying that Ling Yun was just born to a northern alien woman that Ling Feng got back then, even if it wasn't, with his system that he couldn't cultivate, the man in brocade clothes could bully him at will.

"Ling Yun, since you have already left the Ling family, you shouldn't come back, hum!" Ling Feiyu snorted coldly in his heart, with a vicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Yun remembered this guy.

He also had his share in mocking and bullying himself back then.

Ling Feiyu should be Ling Yun's cousin.

Ling Yun's eyes were empty, even if Ling Feiyu was in front of him, there was no such person in his eyes.

Then several teenagers came out, all of whom were members of Lingyun's generation.

The Ling family is the largest clan in Lingxiao City, there are seven people in the direct generation of Ling Yun's father alone, and Ling Yun has three brothers and two sisters, as well as a lot of younger brothers and sisters.

In addition to this Ling Feiyu cousin, there are also cousins, cousins, cousins, and cousins, a total of seven or eight people.

"Hahaha, which little beggar should I be looking for bad luck in the New Year, it turned out to be Lingyun's cousin, I haven't seen you for seven years, and my cousin has become like this, it's really pitiful from the bottom of my heart?" a teenager said in a sarcastic tone.

They hated, hated Ling Yun back then as just a waste who couldn't cultivate, but because he was the son of Ling Feng, he occupied huge cultivation resources and treasures, if those spirit herbs and elixirs back then, as well as a lot of treasures that improved their cultivation, they might be even stronger now.

"Little bastard, have you forgotten the oath you made seven years ago, and you dare to come back today, it seems that our teachings seven years ago have not left you with a single memory. ”

Ling Yun looked ahead, completely ignoring these people, this kind of gaze made Ling Feiyu and everyone extremely angry, but he didn't want to let Ling Yun go casually, and said secretly in his heart: "Look down on me, okay, I'll make you regret coming back here today." ”

Ling Feiyu stepped forward, walked around Ling Yun, saw the torn cotton jacket on the ground, kicked it away, and said, "Brother Yun is still smart, he knows that this torn cotton jacket is full of lice and fleas, so he took off the torn cotton jacket, huh? What is this?"

At this time, Ling Feiyu suddenly saw the burden beside Ling Yun, and raised his foot to kick it over, but at this moment, an iron pincer-like palm suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and a deep voice sounded: "Ling Feiyu, before I get angry, get out with your dogs!"

"Yo, I said Lingyun, I haven't seen you for seven years, your temper really hasn't changed at all, it's still the same stinky as seven years ago. Ling Feiyu turned around, sneered, and looked at Ling Yundao.

"I don't want to say my words a second time!" Ling Yun said coldly.

"Hahaha, have you become stupid enough to dare to argue with me?" Ling Feiyu struggled hard, but he didn't break free of Ling Yun's pincer-like fingers, and he suddenly felt a burst of surprise.

"Let me go, otherwise you're welcome. Ling Feiyu said angrily.

Ling Yun sneered and said, "I still remember your bullying seven years ago, so let's start with you!"

Syllable!

Ling Yun slapped him, Ling Feiyu didn't expect him to dare to take the initiative to make a move, and he didn't have time to dodge for a while.

Syllable!

Ling Feiyu staggered, blood was already oozing from the corners of his mouth, and there was incomparable anger and a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I haven't seen it for seven years, and Ling Yun can have such a fast speed.

The way of cultivation, first practice the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, this is the acquired realm, the eight veins are integrated and the internal breath is integrated into the innate realm, Lingyun itself is the body of man and demon, there are two veins in addition to the eight veins, so the humane martial arts have never been able to let him cultivate, because of this seven years ago, Lingyun was regarded as a waste of the Ling family, and was criticized by others because of his mother's identity, and everyone regarded Lingyun as a mongrel.

However, Ling Feiyu's talent in front of him is not ordinary, he has been practicing for ten years, and he has condensed seven of the eight veins.

It is the middle-aged and young generation of the Ling family's non-direct family who are also somewhat famous, they have always been arrogant and domineering, in everyone's opinion, Ling Feiyu made a move, Ling Yun was crippled if he didn't die, everyone's face was full of excitement, looking forward to seeing Ling Yun being beaten into a cripple.