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Lin Ying, on the surface, is the captain of Lianshan No. 6 Middle School, the former captain of the school basketball team, the iconic trash who lives in the second and third classes of high school, but in fact, he is the eldest grandson of the 36th generation Tianshi disciple of the Shenxiao sect, the most orthodox bloodline since the Shenxiao Tianshi was cut off...

"Tianzun?" "Well, what's the matter?" "Everyone has been waiting outside for a long time." "I know. By the way, what year and month is it now?" "Tianzun, aren't we going to the empress of Kunlun Mountain now? This year is the seventh year of Zhou Xiande's reign in the human world. "It was the fourth year of Tianhui in the Northern Han Dynasty and the third year of Dabao in the Southern Han Dynasty, right? Got it, let's go." Deng Zhong didn't know what Wen Zhong was talking about. He had been in a daze in the past few days since he came down from the "Four-Nine Tianzhao Conference." "Huh? Does Zhongtian have any will?" "Nothing, let's go." "But Tianzun seems to have been meditating for a long time." "It's just that there are many vague past events in my mind." "Then can you talk to me?" "Let's talk while walking."