can play against the Heavenly Dao, such an existence, what is it if it is not invincible in the world?

The reason why Su Mu invited Hong Yi was not only for her own purpose, but also because she wanted to see Hong Yi, and it would be better to be able to find out a little bit of the reality of the scholar and a little bit of style from the other party.

"Hong Yi Gongzi, when we meet for the first time, the little woman toasts you and congratulates Gongzi on being accepted as a disciple by the literary master. Since then, the future is limitless. Su Mu stretched out a perfect hand, raised his wine glass lightly, and said with a perfect smile that couldn't be more perfect.

As soon as Su Mu opened his mouth, the words were clear, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and people's hearts were numb and itchy, and the pores of the whole body were wide open, and it was indescribably comfortable. Falling into his ears, Hong Yi's body had a strange reaction, raised his eyes, and watched Su Mu raise his glass to him, and he actually had a feeling of wanting to dodge.

"There is no self, no one, no beings, no longevity, pink skeletons, white bones, flesh and bones."

Hong Yi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the meaning of the Mida Sutra immediately flashed in his head, and at the same time, he visualized in his thoughts: The woman in front of him, the first talented woman in the capital, was full of maggots, mosquitoes and flies, and the skin and flesh were rotten, gradually revealing white bones.

This visualization turned red and pink skeletons, the skin and flesh rotted, and the scene in front of Su Mu in his eyes immediately became dull, although it was still a stunning fragrance, but it did not have that kind of awe-inspiring charm.

"Miss Su has won the prize." Hong Yi didn't say much, but there seemed to be a little bit of a scholar's righteous taste in his voice, and when he heard Su Mu's ears, it was like a thunderbolt that shocked people's hearts, pointing straight to the depths of his soul.

A thought flashed in Su Mu's mind, and the Celestial Bell appeared, windless and automatic, setting off waves of silent shocks in the depths of her soul, and suddenly turning the literary qi into nothing.

The two secretly clashed for a round without moving, and the result was evenly matched!

"Ghosts!" Hong Yi used drinking to cover up, and he was secretly frightened. The other party looks like he is only twenty-eight years old, not only has his martial arts been practiced to the realm of a great grandmaster who is as easy as frost, but his divine soul has reached the level of a ghost immortal, which is really amazing and brilliant to the extreme, and he is worthy of being a contemporary saint of the Taishang Dao!

Hong Yi was surprised in his heart, but the shock in Su Mu's heart was far better than him. Hong Yi's background can't be hidden from the world at all, and he didn't have any cultivation at all before he was accepted as an apprentice by the literary master. However, in just a few months, the other party not only has the same martial arts as himself, but his divine soul cultivation does not seem to be weak. But this is not the point, the most important thing is that the other party's Wen Dao cultivation actually entered the hall and reached the realm of lights. If it weren't for Su Mu's timely cover-up, I'm afraid her embarrassment would have been completely seen by Hong Yi.

You must know that the scholars in the world are a hundred times more than martial artists and divine soul cultivators, and the only one inferior to martial arts and immortal dao is the high entry level of Wen Dao. Even if it is an ordinary Confucian, he may not be able to comprehend the literary atmosphere and step into the road of literature and Taoism after decades of poverty. Hong Yi is only fifteen years old, he can actually comprehend the literary atmosphere, and successfully stepped into the light period, his amazing degree is not inferior to the literary teachers of the year, even Dong Xin, who was the first auxiliary university scholar of the dynasty and is known as the second person of literature and Taoism, is not far behind.

After all, one is the first to be taught by the first few years of hard work, and the other is self-taught most of the time, and the gap is clear at a glance.

"No wonder!" Su Mu looked at Hong Yi and seemed to have a comprehension in his heart.

Su Mu's heart moved, he suddenly put down the wine glass, stared at Hong Yi's face, and suddenly said in a sad tone: "Young Master Hong Yi, just now the little girl suddenly lost her temper, and I hope that the young man will forgive me." ”

Hong Yi's heart moved, and he said: "Oh, I don't know why Miss Su is suddenly like this, is there something wrong with Hong that makes Miss Su bad?" ”

"Childe is not unwell, but when the little woman saw Childe's face just now, she suddenly thought of an old man, so her mood changed a little." Su Mu said in a sad tone, but if you look at her eyes carefully, you will find that Su Mu's eyes are indifferent and there are no mood swings.

"Oh, who is the old man, I don't know if I know it below." Hong Yi's heart beat violently, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, and it seemed that the doubts in his heart would be solved in the next moment.

"Does Childe know about Meng Bingyun?" Su Mu asked suddenly.

"Meng Bingyun, who is Meng Bingyun?" Hong Yi heard this name come out of Su Mu's mouth, and his heart tightened for no reason, and he hurriedly asked.

Su Mu looked at Hong Yi with a look of pity: "Meng Bingyun is my senior sister, and she used to be the saint of the Taishang Dao. However, she was entrusted to a non-human, fell into the love network and couldn't extricate herself, and her soul was so hurt that she was taken advantage of by the villain. In the end, he was secretly burned and scattered, and he was in pain for dozens of days, and he died of pain. ”

In the end, Su Mu said something that shocked Hong Yi's soul: "Meng Bingyun is your mother, and that villain is your father Hong Xuanji......"

"Boom!"

Hong Yi only felt his head explode all of a sudden, and stood up violently, his eyes were already blood-red. He knew very well what it was, it was an extremely vicious poison, after the medicine was eaten, it would be painful for dozens of days, and the muscles and internal organs of the whole body would be torn apart, and finally the qi and blood would dry up and die. He suddenly recalled that in the days when his mother vomited blood, she did sleep on the bed every day, her eyebrows were furrowed, she never stretched, and the sheets she was holding with her hands were torn a lot, but when she cried and asked, her mother shook her head and refused to say a word.

A monstrous rage rose violently from Hong Yi's heart, almost burning everything around him.

"The hatred of the mother, not the same day! If I don't avenge this revenge, I will be a son of man in vain! Hong Yi grabbed the hilt of the sword fiercely with one hand, squeaked it and squeaked, and grabbed the wood on the table with the other hand, his nails were broken, and blood gushed out, unaware.

When he recalled his mother's appearance when he was a child, his heart was extremely painful, as if a needle was pierced in his heart, and every drop of blood flowed out.

After a long time, Hong Yi woke up a little from the incomparable heartache and monstrous anger, and forced himself to calm his impulse to raise his sword and go to the Hou Mansion to ask for clarification. He knew that whether it was true or not, he couldn't go to the Hou Mansion now, otherwise he would definitely suffer a catastrophe. Although he can ask Shizun for help, this is his own family matter, Hong Yi doesn't want outsiders to interfere, and wants to do it alone.

Moreover, the other party is a saintess of the Taishang Dao, and he has always been hostile to the court, and he can't trust the other party's words.

Even if her mother is indeed a saint of the Taishang Dao, there is no doubt about it!

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