The first day of the first lunar month, the new year.

It took several days to snow, and finally a sunny day came.

The morning light shone, and the surroundings were covered with whiteness. In front of every house in Lingxiao City, red firecracker debris were dotted.

Children who love the fun were running around the streets, and adults in new clothes laughed and talked. No one would notice that a child with his head down, wearing a torn cotton jacket, and almost frozen face was walking down.

Even if the pedestrians saw it, they would only think they were a homeless little beggar.

He walked in a hurry.

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

Look up, Ling Mansion!

Four soldiers stood on each side of the front of the door, wearing black armor, holding a black lacquered dragon spear, wearing a double-horned demon-breaking helmet, with sharp eyes and looking straight ahead.

On both sides, couplets: The seventh generation will shake the northern border, and a loyal and martyr will rise to the sky!

Ling Yun stood in front of Ling Mansion.

"It's been seven years. I once vowed not to go back to Ling's house for a second, but the world didn't go as expected. Why? How sad!" Ling Yun gently took off his torn cotton coat, revealing his thin spine and chest.

The cold cannot crush his firm gaze.

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

Lingyun, the lord of Lingxiao City, the second-class loyal and brave prince 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 strange woman from the north.

He was even more mocked because of his body that he had demon blood and his martial arts were not well-versed.

I left angrily seven years ago and returned until today.

"Go and report it, Young Master Lingyun is back!" No matter what, Lingyun is Lingfeng's biological son, and these gatekeepers cannot drive him away.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are countless people who come to visit the Ling family, and there are a lot of them. Some people still remember Ling Yun, who left angrily seven years ago.

Everyone looked at Ling Yun with confusion. This was a thin boy who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old. His torn cotton jacket was thrown on the ground, and there was a package next to him, which looked like a little beggar from nowhere.

He is very white, a feeling of illness.

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

It is incompatible with the surrounding environment and those so-called dignitaries.

But for a moment, a young man in white brocade clothes walked out, and in the middle of winter, he was shaking his chest with a white fan, which was ridiculous.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Ling Yun? I still remember seven years ago, Brother Yun said that he never returned to the Ling family again. Why, why are you so good to come back today?" The young man had a strange fragrance on his body, and the strange fragrance on his body of a woman.

Ling Yun's eyes were filled with endless sarcasm and contempt. The Ling family's strong men were respected, and their talents and strengths represented everything. It was said that Ling Yun was just born to a strange northern witch that Ling Feng got back then. Even if it was not, with his inability to practice system, the man in the brocade could bully him at will.

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

Ling Yun remembers this guy.

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

Ling Feiyu should be Ling Yun’s cousin.

Ling Yun looked down on everything. Even if Ling Feiyu was in front of him, he didn't have this person in his eyes.

Then several teenagers came out one after another, all of whom were from Lingyun’s generation.

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

In addition to Ling Feiyu's cousin, there are also cousin cousin, cousin, and cousin of seven or eight people.

"Hahaha, I think that some little beggar came to find bad luck during the Chinese New Year. It turned out to be Ling Yun's cousin. After seven years of not seeing him, his cousin turned into this. It's really pitiful from the bottom of his heart?" A young man said in a sarcastic tone.

They hated Ling Yun was just a waste who could not practice before, but because he was Ling Feng's son, he occupied huge cultivation resources and treasures. If those spiritual herbs and medicines and many treasures that improved their cultivation were distributed to them, their realm and strength might be stronger now.

"Did you forget the oath you made seven years ago? You dare to come back today. It seems that our teachings seven years ago failed to leave you a little memory."

Ling Yun looked ahead and did not take these people seriously. This gaze made Ling Feiyu and everyone extremely angry, but he didn't want to let Ling Yun go casually and said in his heart: "Looking down on me, OK, I will make you regret coming back here today."

Ling Feiyu walked 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 the 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 bag beside Ling Yun and raised his foot to kick it over. However, at this moment, a palm like an iron plier suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and a low voice sounded: "Ling Feiyu, before I get angry, take your dog legs away!"

"Oh, I said Ling Yun, you haven't seen each other for seven years. Your temper has not changed at all. It's still as smelly as it was seven years ago." Ling Feiyu turned around, sneered, and looked at Ling Yun and said.

"I don't want to say what I said again!" Ling Yun said coldly.

"Hahaha, have you become stupid and dare to challenge me?" Ling Feiyu struggled hard, but he did not break away from Ling Yun's iron-plied fingers, and he was immediately surprised.

"Let me go, otherwise I'm not polite." Ling Feiyu said angrily.

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

Bang!

Ling Yun slapped him, and Ling Feiyu didn't expect that he would take the initiative and didn't have time to avoid it.

Bang!

Ling Feiyu staggered, blood was already seeping from the corners of his mouth, and there was extremely angry and a hint of surprise in his eyes.

After seven years of seeing each other, Ling Yun can actually have such a fast speed.

To practice, first practice the eight extraordinary meridians, which are acquired realms. The eight meridians are integrated and internal breathing is integrated into the innate realm. Ling Yun himself has two meridians outside the eight meridians, so the human and martial arts juris has never been able to practice. So Ling Yun was regarded as a waste of the Ling family seven years ago, and was criticized by others for his motherhood, and everyone regards Ling Yun as a hybrid.

However, Ling Feiyu's talent is extraordinary. After ten years of practice, he has condensed the seven of the eight meridians.
Chapter completed!