A day passed, the seemingly happy and harmonious coat faded, the eldest lady and the second lady sat opposite each other, the eldest lady stroked the white cat in her hand, her slender eyes closed slightly, a trace of cold light flashed, and it was Hong Yi again!

"Obviously, the slut who seduced people is dead, but the evil seeds left behind have not stopped."

"Yes, yes, sister, that evil breed is not good to stay in the house, and he still wants to escape to learn martial arts, how well his husband treats him, he is really a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised!"

"Hmph, if I hadn't looked at him pitifully, I would have killed him like I killed his mother, but I'm just a concubine ......"

……

"It's really a bloody ethical drama of a wealthy family at half past five."

Tang San sighed with emotion, after breaking through the realm of knowing all kinds of things, he often wandered into the sky, and Hongyue also knew many high-tech products that the world did not have.

Thinking of what Hong Yi said before to seek justice for his mother, I am afraid there is a lot of hidden secrets.

However, Tang San was not a curious person, otherwise Tang San would not have chased Hong Yi to ask about the specific situation, and now that he was trapped here, he would have no interest in exploring.

And he was interested in the people of this mansion!

In the battle of the Holy Mountain, although the primordial believers did not die, they also died ninety percent, and the points provided every day were very few, otherwise when the primordial god sect was in its heyday, this small seal could be directly krypton out by relying on krypton.

Although Hongyue gave Tang San a lot of tasks openly and secretly through the identity of an old-timer, no matter how to accept Hong Yi as a junior brother and how to train him as the protagonist, he needed to go out and talk about it.

And if you want to go out, one is to fight wits and courage with Hong Xuanji, and it takes endless energy and time to break the seal, and you also have to prevent Emperor Qiandi from returning at any time to suppress everything.

The second is krypton, krypton, krypton, kryptonite players say that krypton gold can't solve things, that means you don't have enough krypton!

As a senior krypton gold user, Tang San thought so!

Tang San's true body was still sealed in the sealed space of the Heavenly Dao Evil Array, through the flaws given by the red moon, Tang San directly extended his power to the outside world, and it was not something that could not be done, of course, the price was that the sealed true body would be refined even worse.

While admiring the attainments of the Red Moon Formation, Tang San's wisps of divine thought conjured up a vague phantory shadow, which flashed and disappeared in the sky above the mansion, and the phantom distorted, turning into a black mist invisible to the naked eye, swaying in the sky like an ominous snake for a moment, and then scattered.

In the east of the mansion, there is a private school, as the children of the Hong Mansion naturally do not need to huddle together with ordinary people to study, the mansion will invite some scholars and celebrities to teach, and Tang San's goal is a middle-aged scholar who serves as a gentleman in this mansion.

Although this scholar is only a young man, he has a weather-beaten face, two eyes, deep and bright, looks very divine, and his hair is very neat.

It was getting late, and he sat in his room, with the candle flame flickering, holding a book in one hand, and occasionally turning the page, so quietly reading the chapters of the sages.

With a wisp of thought as the guide, it condensed into an insignificant yin qi, and then mixed into the air, drifting towards the middle-aged scholar, in Tang San's nervous gaze, the middle-aged scholar didn't notice anything unusual, and sucked the yin qi mixed with the oil incense.

The yin qi entered the body and instantly melted into the invisible, and the middle-aged scholar sitting on the chair frowned suddenly, his face showed a different color, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes sad, sometimes hideous, and sometimes uncertain.

The middle-aged scholar also seemed to know that his state was a little inappropriate, so he put down the book, and used the Confucian method to control his mind, and after a long time, his expression returned to his indifferent and calm color, looked into the distance, saw a bright moon in the sky through the window, and muttered quietly.

"A dream Nanke's heart is like ice, and the clouds are hard to distinguish Bo Xing's name, Bingyun, I haven't thought of these things for a long time."

This moment of sighs and vicissitudes, although it is not powerful, but as long as the discerning person sees it, he will definitely be able to know that this person is not an ordinary scholar, but a brilliant wise man, because those eyes contain a deep wisdom that is invisible.

Suddenly, a strong sense of frustration came to my heart, and the habit of reading that I had persisted in was not motivated to continue to maintain at this moment, so I lay lazily on the chair, looking at the sky and the moon in a daze.

The Confucian method that has been tried and tested is not very easy to use at the moment, and the thoughts in my heart are full of thoughts, those memories that I thought I had seen through and seen away, and had been indifferent, echoed in my mind very vividly at this moment, but it brought heartbreaking, deep pain and sorrow in the bone marrow!

"Why, Bingyun, you would choose that negative person!"

"Why, Bingyun, haven't I paid much!"

"Why, did you choose Hong Xuanji......"

"And not me!"