The Hall of Xiaoshu,

In addition to the magnificent atmosphere everywhere, the word "filial piety" flying like a dragon and a snake is also depicted on the huge wall behind the sect's throne.

The word "filial piety" seems to bless some kind of great power, making those who are filial to be more filial, and those who are unfilial to know filial piety. Of course, this process takes time to reflect.

"Does the sect master want to share the story of his younger generation?" Ling Shaotian guessed.

"I guessed it right, don't you want to know more about your father?" Ling Xiao asked.

It seems that it is impossible not to listen, Ling Shaotian said in his heart.

"That younger brother listen carefully!" In the end, Ling Shaotian could not defeat the word "filial piety".

"When I wasn't a sect leader yet..."

His eyes came to more than thirty years before his filial puppet master's mansion,

There is a middle-aged man and two young men and women standing with anxious expressions on his face. The source of anxiety is that the third child of the middle-aged man is about to be born.

Suddenly, thunder sounded from the clear sky. As it quickly turned dark, a whirlpool like a giant pupil was formed in the depths of the sky. This familiar scene was the same as when Ling Shaotian was born.

"Is my father also born with a tattoo?" Ling Shaotian said in surprise.

"My son turned out to be born with a natural tattoo!" The middle-aged man said excitedly. He was in a big family and naturally knew the importance of a natural tattoo.

This is a flawless body, a body of heaven.

The further you look, Ling Zifeng's natural pattern body is actually a sword pattern body.

In the blink of an eye, the picture came ten years later.

In just ten years, the natural sword pattern body and the foundation of the Ling clan made Ling Zifeng’s name resound throughout the Ling clan. His sword is called the Third Young Master’s sword.

Some sect masters even predicted that this son’s future sect masters could be expected.

The sight turned again,

The atmosphere became a little sad and resentful.

The vision was clearer, and a young man was lying down, showing pain in his face, as if he was being pulled away. There was a beautiful woman crying in the rain, which was Ling Shaotian's biological mother, Yan Biyun.

"Damn the thief, he actually pulled out half of Feng'er's sword pattern body." The middle-aged man said in anger like a volcano erupting.

Why is the sword pattern physically withdrawn? Asked, the forbidden technique was used.

"It's all my fault. If Brother Ling hadn't led the thief away in order to protect me, there wouldn't have been such a disaster. I would rather be the one lying here." Yan Biyun said.

"This is Feng'er's great disaster, Yun'er, you don't need to blame yourself." A middle-aged beautiful woman explained.

Ling Xiao described it as this, and the picture returned to the Xiao Sect Hall.

"Father, he actually has this unknown sad memory. After that, have you found out who the mastermind is behind it?" Ling Shaotian asked.

"After our intelligence network, we learned that a natural sword pattern body was born in the Qin Emperor's room. So we followed the clues and learned that the sword pattern body actually originated from your father's sword pattern body."

"What!" Ling Shaotian was furious and said.

"And that person who took action was the Grand Marshal of Qin, one of the three Dukes of the Qin family, Qin Zhan."

At this moment, Qin Zhan's name was engraved in Ling Shaotian's list of killings. Even if he was so powerful, one day he would have to pay the price of blood.

"After finding out the mastermind behind the scenes, our father went to attack Qin Zhan alone, and the last thing that came back was the news of his death." Ling Xiao said in grief and anger.

"With the lessons of the past, no children of the Ling family attacked and killed Qin Zhan again, until now he took office as the Grand Marshal of the Qin family." Ling Xiao said resentful, resenting the injustice of fate and cruel to his powerlessness.

After so many descriptions and preparations, it turned out to be to lead to such a big boss.

"Who is the Qin family genius who took my father's sword pattern body?" Ling Shaotian said.

"Now the number one of the Qin family's geniuses, Qin Song!"

When he heard the name, Ling Shaotian's momentum became sharper. Before he had no ability to kill Qin Zhan, he didn't mind using Qin Song to start the attack first.

If someone knows his bold idea, he will definitely look contemptuous. After all, Qin Song's name is now very powerful than the five geniuses of the Ling family.
Chapter completed!