Tao Jingyuan was stunned for a moment and was immediately stunned by the scolding.
The reason why Nangong Yun was able to become successful was entirely due to the guidance of the Wushuang Sword Emperor, who was able to gain enlightenment in adversity, successfully develop the way of music cultivation, and become a great master.
Therefore, even if Nangong Yun has not become a disciple, he can definitely be regarded as a disciple of the Wushuang Sword Emperor.
As for Tao Jingyuan, he is the direct disciple of Zhou Jianteng, the sixth disciple of the Wushuang Sword Emperor. He can be said to be the successor of the Sword Emperor with upright roots in Miao Hong.
Therefore, the two of them can definitely be considered a family.
Tao Jingyuan said that the floods washed away the Dragon King Temple and one family did not know each other. It is completely reasonable.
But who would have thought that what he got in return was Nangong Yun's ridicule and insults. For a moment, Tao Jingyuan was a little unhappy.
Even slightly angry!
However, Nangong Yun is not only Tao Jingyuan's senior, but also his uncle. In addition, without knowing it, he exchanged injuries for injuries, seriously injuring Nangong Yun and almost destroying Nangong Yun's soul.
It is inevitable that Nangong Yun is a little resentful at this moment.
Moreover, Tao Jingyuan has not reported his family name yet, so it is inevitable that Nangong Yun does not understand the relationship between the two!
Therefore, although Tao Jingyuan was unhappy, he couldn't express it directly, so he had to temporarily suppress his unhappiness and smile.
Then he bowed his hands again and bowed politely: "Senior, I don't know. This junior Tao Jingyuan is a disciple of Zhou Jianteng, the sixth disciple of the Unparalleled Sword Emperor. I was blind to Mount Tai before, so I have offended many times. Please forgive me, senior!"
"
"Are you Zhou Jianteng's disciple?"
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Nangong Yun's face suddenly became sluggish and she looked surprised.
"yes!"
Seeing this scene, Tao Jingyuan became more sure of his suspicion.
The reason why Nangong Yun was dismissive before was definitely because he didn’t understand the truth!
"Junior is Master's last disciple. Although he started late, he often hears Master mention seniors."
Tao Jingyuan paused and hurriedly bowed again: "Master often teaches us that we should learn from our predecessors in our conduct, be open and aboveboard, and be clear about grievances and grudges..."
"Are you sure Zhou Jianteng really said that?"
Before Tao Jingyuan finished speaking, Nangong Yun suddenly spoke, interrupted directly, and asked: "Have you told me more than once that I want you to learn from me?"
Tao Jingyuan was stunned when he was asked. He didn't understand why Nangong Yun suddenly said that. He just nodded subconsciously and confirmed: "Yes..."
"That's impossible!"
Nangong Yun interrupted Tao Jingyuan again, her face returned to indifference, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, showing a mocking smile, and said: "You, I'm afraid, don't know about my relationship with Zhou Jianteng and the others, right?"
"ah?"
Tao Jingyuan was stunned again, but a hint of uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart.
"If Zhou Jianteng mentioned me, it would be somewhat credible; but if he said that he asked you to learn from me... haha..."
Before Nangong Yun finished speaking, she sneered twice and said slowly: "That is absolutely impossible!"
Hearing this, Tao Jingyuan's heart suddenly trembled, and his uneasiness became more intense.
"If it weren't for the following words, I might have really believed you; after all, being able to practice the Zhirou Sword Art to such an extent is enough to prove that you are the descendant of that person. It's a pity... it's a pity..."
Nangong Yun spoke slowly, slowly raising her right hand that she had just put down; pointing the jade flute in her hand at Tao Jingyuan from a distance, and continued: "I'm afraid you don't know that the reason why I failed to attack Emperor Wushang was the reason why the country was destroyed and the family was ruined.
Death, body death and Taoism disappear, just because...Jian Zong is too cowardly!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Nangong Yun suddenly flicked her outstretched right hand.
Woo...
Between the whistle of the jade flute, there was a muffled sound.
A sound wave like a sharp blade burst out.
"senior..."
Seeing this scene, Tao Jingyuan suddenly changed his color, and subconsciously wanted to explain; but the sound wave was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, and it arrived in an instant.
The next moment, the sound wave hit Tao Jingyuan without any pause, directly splitting his clothes and slashing on his chest.
Bang...
There was a muffled sound, and Tao Jingyuan's voice suddenly stopped. As if he had been hit hard, he vomited blood and fell to the cobblestone road ten meters away with a bang.
The ground shook slightly, turtle patterns appeared, and dust flew!
Although Tao Jingyuan is a warrior with the first illusion, he not only lost his illusion clone in the previous battle, but was also seriously injured.
Even though his strength was restored later, the clone did not re-condensate, and the hidden illness in his body was not eliminated; he was injured again in the fight just now.
At this moment, more than half of the strength has been depleted!
On the other hand, although Nangong Yun is just a wisp of ghostly soul, not only has he been silent for thousands of years, but he is also holding a green-tailed flute, and with a flip of his hand, he can display two or three phases of strength comparable to those in an illusion, which is natural.
Therefore, with just one blow, Tao Jingyuan was injured again, more seriously than before!
"I'm afraid you don't know yet, right? Back when I decided to challenge Emperor Wushang, Zhou Jianteng, I, and the entire Sword Sect had already broken up."
"Not to mention that it is impossible for Zhou Jianteng to let his disciples learn from me. I am afraid that even mentioning me will definitely not be a good word."
"After all, when Shenyin and Jian Zong broke up, he, Zhou Jianteng, was one of the representatives of Jian Zong!"
Nangong Yun looked indifferent, talking to herself as if telling a story, while slowly approaching Tao Jingyuan.
"If those people in the Sword Sect weren't too cowardly back then, with the strength of the Sword Sect and our Shenyin Kingdom, it would definitely be more than enough to destroy the power of Emperor Wushang, so why would the country be ruined and the family destroyed?"
"If Zhou Jianteng and his fellow disciples hadn't been timid back then, with their strength, together with the powerful Miaoyin Limo and I, how could they have died?"
After several shouts of greetings, Nangong Qian came to Tao Jingyuan, stood up slowly, and continued with an indifferent expression: "Not only that, you Sword Sect can just sit back and do nothing, but Zhou Jianteng and others are disciples, but they also stand by; and, also,
Smear and slander me and the Shenyin Kingdom!"
"You know, Wushang was one of those people who ambushed the Wushuang Sword Emperor back then!"
"This...this..."
Tao Jingyuan, who was lying on the ground, was completely confused, dumbfounded and frozen.
The amount of information Nangong Yun said was so huge that for a moment, he felt as if his head was shut down and he stopped thinking.
Did Jian Zong reject Nangong Yun's alliance back then?
Master refused back then to seek revenge against Emperor Wushang with Nangong Yun?
What's more, Master and all his uncles not only sat back and watched Nangong Yun's brutal murder and the destruction of the Shenyin Empire, but they also took the opportunity to help the enemy and slander Nangong Yun and the Shenyin Empire?
How is this possible?
"So, don't say that you are not Zhou Jianteng's disciple, even if you are..."
Nangong Yun slowly raised her right arm, raised the jade flute, and said slowly: "You are not worthy to call yourself a family with me; because you, your master, and your uncles and masters all deserve to die!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised the jade flute and suddenly dropped it.
Whoa...
The Qingwei Xiao did not make any sound this time, but its light shone brightly and its power burst out; it instantly expanded into a mighty power and fell through the air.
"not good!"
Seeing this scene, Tao Jingyuan subconsciously wanted to get up to avoid it, but as soon as he raised his head, a heavy force like a mountain came over him in an instant.
"puff..."
Tao Jingyuan vomited blood again, and his whole body was crushed to the ground by an invisible force!
The blue and green jade flute, which was only a foot long, now spread out a majestic momentum like a mountain, crushing down towards Tao Jingyuan like Mount Tai pressing down on top.
It seems that it is going to be smashed into pulp!