Immortality starts from the Red Mansion

It has been more than a month since Jia Hui and the others came back from the thunder tribulation.

The weak souls of Li Qingzhao and Meng Bingyun had long been supplemented by Jia Hui with a few traces of the innate pure white lotus.

Not only did the two women's souls improve greatly, but their bodies were also refined by this trace of innate pure white lotus origin, and they were promoted to immortals.

No one knows that there are already three more peerless masters in Yujing City at this moment.

Jia Hui is now firmly seated on Diaoyutai, and no force can shake his position.

In the residence of Marquis Wu Wen, Hong Yi was already sixteen or seventeen years old and had achieved the title of scholar. Unfortunately, no one knew about his knowledge.

"I will definitely pass the Enke exam this time, be named on the gold list in the autumn exam, and earn my life for my mother."

Hong Yi's heart was full of anger and unwillingness. His mother died of illness that year, and he had been bullied for many years.

His father, Hong Xuanji, didn't know why, but Hong Yi was particularly harsh. The children in the family were basically not given the treatment they deserved. Among the dozen or so children, only Hong Yi was not allowed to practice martial arts.

"The anniversary of my mother's death is coming soon. Except for me, the son, I probably don't remember it."

Hong Yi's only concern now is to clear his mother's name and retaliate against his mistress, Mrs. Zhao, for insulting his mother.

Yesterday, Duke Jing Yu of Xiaoli State came to the Marquis Mansion as a guest. The arrogant and domineering look of a little maid when she came to ask for poems shocked Hong Yi's heart greatly.

So, early this morning, Hong Yi packed up his luggage and came to Xishan to burn incense on his mother's grave. Then he stayed in a room and studied peacefully.

"Mother, if you have a spirit in heaven, bless me to pass every subject and rectify your name."

Hong Yi picked up the candlelight and immersed himself in reading. The night owls croaking and the foxes howling in the mountains in the distance could not affect him.

Only those scholars who truly read the book into their bones can have such courage and state of mind, with a righteous heart and no fear.

After reading for a long time, Hong Yi felt a little tired. He opened the door and walked around in the yard.

In the distant wilderness, will-o'-the-wisps were floating, and shrill howls came from the mountains.

Hong Yi, who knew what was going on, was not afraid and was very poetic.

"The century-old owl has become a wooden charm, and its laughter rises from the green fire nest."

A sound of laughter came, and Concubine Yuan made a brilliant appearance.

Jia Hui and Meng Bingyun stood not far away and watched. With Concubine Yuan's current behavior, they could not detect the Creator's prying eyes.

"Bingyun, your son is about to soar into the sky and be unstoppable," Jia Hui looked at the beautiful woman beside him and smiled.

After so many years of subtle influence, Meng Bingyun, as a fairy, has become completely accustomed to his current identity.

To her, her past life was just a dream, and she was increasingly forgetting it.

"Master, Bingyun wants to ask you something.

The Second Scripture of the Universe was originally left by me to Hong Yi, but it was taken away by Hong Xuanji.

The events of the past life are like passing clouds. As long as this long-cherished wish is fulfilled, I will have no other aspirations and will return to the small world to practice cultivation and pursue the great road. "

Meng Bingyun smiled faintly. This was the last thing she could do for Hong Yi as a mother.

Hong Yi's luck, which came from the ancient scholars, has begun to flourish, and no one can stop him.

Moreover, Meng Bingyun also understood that he might be a part of the plan of the medieval masters.

Only the union of Hong Xuanji, the son of Daqian, and the Saint of Taishangdao can give birth to the son of Era.

Meng Bingyun, who wants to understand all this, has a clear mind and no longer has attachments in his heart.

Her mission has been completed, and staying in this world will only hinder Hong Yi's growth.

Jia Hui also understood Meng Bingyun's state of mind at this time, and knew that she wanted to completely separate from the previous affairs.

"Miss Bingyun, go and practice cultivation, I am responsible for everything here." Jia Hui smiled slightly, a door opened, and the giant tree supporting the sky was faintly visible.

Meng Bingyun nodded, smiled sweetly, and jumped into the portal. From then on, there was no trace of Meng Bingyun in this world, and what happened had nothing to do with her.

Jia Hui glanced at Hong Yi and saw Concubine Yuan leading him towards Chunhu Valley dozens of miles away, so he ignored him.

"Hong Xuanji, I want to see how powerful you are." Jia Hui's eyes were filled with coldness.

Over the years, he has experienced many things and met all kinds of people. But there are really not many people as disgusting as Hong Xuanji.

It is simply shameless to say one thing and do another, and yet dare to claim to have founded a new school of thought.

Among Hong Xuanji's sons, apart from Hong Yi, there were not many good ones.

The eldest son Hong Xi, let alone anything else, is inextricably involved in Zhongzhou's killing of good people and taking merit.

The second son Hong Kang was even more of a commoner, committing all kinds of evil, and the number of civilians who died because of him was simply incalculable.

Yujing City is also particularly lively on winter nights. Jia Hui changed his appearance, with a medium build and an ordinary face. He looked just like a commoner who didn't know martial arts.

Jia Hui bought a bunch of candied haws and took a bite, "Yeah, not bad, sour and sweet."

The street where Wu Wenhou's Mansion is located is full of mansions of princes and nobles. There were many sergeants patrolling back and forth, and ordinary civilians did not have the courage to come here.

Jia Hui walked carelessly like this. The patrolling sergeant turned a blind eye to him and left no trace in the snow.

Looking at the mansion with the plaque of Marquis Wu Wen in front of him, Jia Hui felt a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, but quickly suppressed it.

There was a powerful aura in the mansion that Jia Hui could not hide in his eyes.

"Hong Xuanji, come out, I'm here to collect a debt from you." Jia Hui stood in the yard in front of the main house, which was brightly lit.

The energy and blood of the people in the main room fluctuated obviously, and they were obviously very frightened.

"Which guest is here? If there is any offense to Xuanji, please make it clear."

A tall, imposing middle-aged man walked out of the main room.

Hong Xuanji was a little horrified. If he hadn't had a mental block now, he would have become an immortal long ago.

But this ordinary man in front of him gave him a sense of threat, just like a weak and weak woman encountering a fierce tiger.

"Your Excellency, there is some misunderstanding between us. If there is any offense, Xuanji is willing to apologize."

It has to be said that Hong Xuanji still knows how to praise and he doesn't dare to treat Jia Hui like he scolded Hong Yi.

Jia Hui chuckled and said, "Hong Xuanji, I won't tell you too much. The two Sutras of the Universe from Taishangdao were left by Miss Bingyun to her son.

If you take it away privately, you are violating Miss Bingyun's last wish.

Miss Bingyun asked me to get the scripture back. Will you hand it over today or not? "

Hong Xuanji's eyes sternly said, "You are a Taoist person, what does Bingyun have to do with you.

Bingyun is my concubine, and her things belong to me. Why can't I take them? "

While Hong Xuanji was speaking harshly, his heart was full of thoughts. He was sure that Meng Bingyun had already lost his soul. According to the usual practice, Taishang Dao would not care about this former saint.

In this way, Meng Bingyun should have met this mysterious person before marrying him. Furthermore, Meng Bingyun was born in the mysterious world of outer heaven, and Hong Xuanji knew about it.

The person in front of me may also be a powerful man from the sky, who wants to seize the Taishangdao technique.

But before Hong Xuanji could figure it out, a force that restricted time and space firmly locked Hong Xuanji, and even his thinking came to a halt.

"The Second Sutra of the Universe..." Hong Xuanji only had time to think of this before he saw Jia Hui grinning and punched himself in the cheek.

The Taoist techniques that Jia Hui is using now are created by absorbing the essence of Taishang Taoist techniques. There is no need to evolve the Bell of Zhouji or the Tower of Taiyu.

With just a thought, you can confine time and space as you wish. It is simpler than the Two Classics of the Universe, and the level is also higher.

Hong Xuanji mistakenly believed that Jia Hui was performing these two Taoist techniques, which was not unreasonable.

Hong Xuanji, whose body was already a human immortal, became like an ordinary person under Jia Hui's confinement. There was really a huge difference in Taoist power between the two parties.

Jia Hui punched Hong Xuanji on the cheek, knocking him to the ground and causing several of his teeth to fall out.

Then he took a step forward, stepped on Hong Xuanji's chest, raised his fist as big as a vinegar bowl and cursed, "I have never seen such a shameless person like you since I started practicing Taoism.

You are a bastard who made his fortune by coaxing women. You are worse than a pig or a dog, but you are still worthy of being called a great scholar who founded a school of thought.

He said, how did you assassinate Miss Bingyun, seize the scriptures, and hide them there? "

Hong Xuanji was hit hard by this punch, his nose was bleeding, and his energy and blood were dispersed by Jia Hui's kick. He couldn't get up his energy at all.

It’s just that he also has an unruly temperament, “Fight well, fight well.”

Jia Hui laughed strangely, "Bitch, if you dare to talk back, I will castrate you right now!"

Hong Xuanji was shocked and a little scared. The man in front of him had a high level of cultivation and would not care about his status as a grand master.

Once castrated, there is something missing from the immortal body, making it even more difficult to practice.

Moreover, Hong Xuanji was evil by nature, so castrating him would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

"If you have something to say, don't you want the Second Sutra of the Taishangdao Universe? I'll give it to you." Hong Xuanji finally gave in.

Jia Hui felt bad breath in her heart. Seeing Hong Xuanji surrender, she suddenly felt bored and punched Hong Xuanji with a backhand, which made Hong Xuanji's face glow.

"It's really cheap. Wouldn't it be better if you took it out earlier?" Jia Hui let go of her foot on Hong Xuanji and cursed disdainfully.

Bullying the future Daqian's son is fun, it feels like punching a kindergarten kid.

In a few years, it won't be that easy to master Hong Xuanji.

But when the time comes, you can see Hong Yi violently beating Hong Xuanji, and that scene will be even more exciting.

Hong Xuanji jumped up from the ground, his eyes were blood red and his teeth were clenching.

He roared in his heart, "Beast, damn beast, how dare you bully me like this.

After I shatter the vacuum, I must reduce your bones to ashes and banish your soul to the Netherworld, in order to relieve the hatred in my heart. "

Although he was furious in his heart, Hong Xuanji still handed over the Second Sutra of the Universe while bleeding from his heart.

At this time, playing tricks is of no use. Hong Xuanji could feel the unabashed malice of this mysterious man, who was still waiting to find an excuse to beat himself up again.

Jia Hui laughed loudly, took the scripture, and disappeared after stepping out.

The corners of Hong Xuanji's eyes burst and blood and tears flowed freely, "Asshole, I, Hong Xuanji, have never suffered such humiliation in my life.

If I shatter the vacuum, I will definitely return this humiliation ten thousandfold. "

The art of dividing the two realms that Jia Hui secretly arranged has also dissipated, and no one saw the one-sided fight just now.

In the deep valley of the Western Mountain, many days have passed since Hong Yi came to teach these pure foxes how to read.

During this period, when those noble disciples came to hunt, Hong Yi also made friends with Bai Ziyue, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world.

In the past few days, Hong Yi not only formed a deep relationship with these pure foxes, but also had a close relationship with Bai Ziyue.

Just for safety reasons, Bai Ziyue had to use the power of the Bai family to help these pure foxes relocate to Yuantu.

"Brother Xiao Yi, we are leaving. You must remember us." The three little foxes followed Bai Ziyue reluctantly.

Hong Yi couldn't help but touch the corners of his eyes. Ever since his mother passed away, no one had ever been so kind to him.

"It's hard to let go, isn't it?"

A voice rang in Hong Yi's ears, which scared him and made his heart beat faster.

Hong Yi turned around and saw a handsome young man who didn't know when he came to his side a foot away.

"Who are you, and why are you peeking here?" Hong Yi calmed down and asked.

Jia Hui chuckled, "Hong Yi, don't worry, I am your friend Meng Bingyun.

I am entrusted by Bingyun to send you two scriptures. "

The Two Sutras of the Universe from Taishangdao appeared in Jia Hui's hand and floated towards Hong Yi.

But when Hong Yi heard what Jia Hui said, he immediately became excited, "You are my mother's friend, so do you know about my mother? Why are you here to deliver the scriptures now?"

Jia Hui sighed, "Hong Yi, I basically know everything about your mother.

Bingyun is a saint of the Supreme Taoism. She was married as a concubine because of her emotional entanglement with Hong Xuanji.

It's a pity that Miss Bingyun was entrusted with a bad person in her life. Not only did her Tao skills break down, she was framed and poisoned to death. "

Hong Yi's head was buzzing and he couldn't listen to anything else.

He rushed to Jia Hui with a trembling voice, "Is what you said true? My mother was killed?"

Jia Hui nodded and said seriously, "It's Hong Xuanji's first wife, Zhao Waner, who personally administered the poison Fenjinsan.

The poisoned person was tortured during his lifetime, suffered from pain every day, and died miserably. "

Hong Yi's teeth were almost broken, "Bitch, bitch, one day, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my mother."

Jia Hui shook his head, "Actually, your enemy is mainly your father Hong Xuanji.

Without Hong Xuanji's acquiescence, Mrs. Zhao would not dare to do this even if she had a hundred courages.

You must know that even though Bingyun had broken Taoist skills at that time, he was still a saint in martial arts. How could Mrs. Zhao have assassinated her?

But seeing Hong Xuanji's attitude, he became disheartened and was willing to drink the poison. "

"Mom, I must avenge you, kill this wolf-hearted thing." Hong Yi received a huge blow today.

If he hadn't been extremely well-educated, he might have started to go crazy.

(End of this chapter)