The strongest collapse system

Chapter 891
After running around for a while, Hong Yi led his men to the foot of West Mountain.

It has been a whole year since the last time I paid homage to my mother, Meng Bingyun. Last year, only Hong Yi and Wang Fan came to defeat him. They were so lonely and desolate.

But now, Hong Yi brought twenty or thirty men with him, bringing all kinds of tributes, drinks, fruits and vegetables, ingots, incense candles and other things, and it was much more solemn, just like a rich family worshiping ancestors.

"I don't know why Uncle Wang doesn't want to come with me to pay homage to my mother." Hong Yi looked around, and felt a little unaccustomed to the absence of Wang Fan.

Stepping on the broken ice on the ground and looking up at the bright moon rising in the night sky, Hong Yi's premonition became stronger and stronger.

It seemed that Wang Fan was about to leave.

Feeling sentimental for a while, Hong Yi slowly climbed up the western mountain along the path in the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain is my mother's grave. From a distance, the weeds beside the grave have grown very tall, covered with a layer of snow, and the withered yellow leaves are faintly revealed.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Hong Yi's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Because, he saw a person standing in front of his mother's grave.

This person's body was indistinct, faded to a little fuzzy, like a ghost, without any aura, even with Hong Yi's current spirit, he could only sense the existence of this person when he was within ten feet away.

This person stood in front of the grave, vaguely, as if he had merged into the vast void, without any trace, as if he had merged with the whole world.

Heaven and man are one!

With telepathy, it is almost impossible to feel his existence.

But if you look at it with the naked eye, you can see the existence of this person. This person seems to be the center of the entire universe. Every move affects the general trend of the entire world. The whole person is constantly exuding the power of nature and craftsmanship.

Although his back was facing Hong Yi, he was wearing brocade clothes and a purple gold crown on his head.

Hong Yi recognized this person's identity in an instant.

"Hong Xuanji!" Hong Yi said word by word.

Not bad!

The man standing in front of Meng Bingyun's grave, wearing brocade clothes and a purple gold crown, is Hong Yi's biological father.

Grand Master Daqian, Marquis Wu Wen and Hong Xuanji!
Hong Xuanji's body is well-proportioned and his face is white and beardless, like jade. He looks like he is only in his thirties or forties. He is handsome and calm, solid but not frivolous. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a mature, steady and knowledgeable scholar.

But in the eyes of a person like Hong Yi who has practiced Taoism, he has a different image.

Just standing there casually, Hong Xuanji exuded an extremely terrifying aura, and the majestic energy and blood were like a blood sun, shining on the entire Western Mountain.

In this situation, it was as if the king of gods who commanded the gods of heaven and earth had come to the world!
As the cold wind blew, the brocade clothes around Hong Xuanji seemed to be made of iron, motionless, but when he heard Hong Yi calling his name directly, his lapel trembled a little, and there was a little ripple, as if the surface of the water was covered by stones. Breaking, like a wave of water.

"Hong Yi, you have read so many sages' books, and you still don't understand any etiquette in the provincial examination? Don't you understand the three cardinal principles and the five permanent principles? Don't understand the ethics? You actually called me by my name?" It seemed like a long time passed, Only then did Hong Xuanji speak.

The cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind demon made a hysterical horn sound, spiraling and tearing between the heaven and the earth, seeming to tear everything in the world to pieces.

Hong Xuanji's voice was very peaceful, and it reached Hong Yi's ears clearly.

There is no murderous intent, malice, oppression, anger and other negative emotions. Instead, it is extremely calm, as if teaching a beloved son.

In the tone, there is a persuasive and patient artistic conception.

But the more Hong Xuanji was like this, the more disgusted Hong Yi felt, and the hatred in his heart became stronger.

Hong Yi became more and more vigilant,
At the same time, a flame burst out from Hong Yi's heart, as if it was about to boil the blood in his whole body.

"revenge!"

This idea suddenly came to Hong Yi's heart.

After surviving the fourth level of thunder tribulation, Hong Yi's strength had reached an unfathomable level. When facing Hong Xuanji, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​avenging his mother.

In Hong Yi's mind, revenge for his mother was the number one priority.

In addition to killing Mrs. Zhao to death, Hong Xuanji was also brought to his mother's grave, abolished his martial arts, and kowtowed to make amends, so as to comfort his mother's spirit in heaven.

Hong Yi clearly understood that although Mrs. Zhao was the culprit who poisoned and killed her mother, without Hong Xuanji's connivance, she would definitely not dare to act so boldly.

"Gangchang ethics depends on who you are dealing with. For those who are affectionate and righteous, you should naturally talk about Gangchang ethics; for those who are ruthless and ungrateful, what kind of ethics should you talk to? The ancient sages have said that the king treats his ministers like dirt Mustard, then the ministers regard the emperor as an enemy, and this is the reason. Heaven and earth, relatives and teachers, for the ruthless and unjust monarch, the courtiers can also regard him as an enemy, let alone the ruthless and unjust relatives?"

Looking at Daqian Taishi Hong Xuanji, his biological father, standing in front of the grave, Hong Yi perked up, his eyes flickered, and he did not flinch at all. His words were sonorous, and his voice burst out from his throat.

If relatives are unjust, then righteousness will destroy relatives.

This is Hong Yi's principle.

"How did my mother die?" Hong Yi vomited quickly.

In the past, in the Hong Mansion, Hong Yi could only be obedient and did not dare to ask this question because he had no strength and could not support the truth in his heart.Now that he has the strength, he can finally face Hong Xuanji and speak freely!

For a moment, Hong Yi felt extremely happy.

Thoughts without stagnation are for merit!
"Ok?"

Hearing Hong Yi's question, Hong Xuanji, whose back was turned to Hong Yi, finally turned around and faced Hong Yi face to face.

The distance between the two is two hundred steps, one arrow away.

Suddenly, an invisible pressure oppressed Hong Yi's spirit.

Hong Yi only felt that his soul was being suppressed by the mountain, rattling, as if it would be crushed in the next moment.

A soft "hmm" sounded in Hong Yi's ears, unstoppable by the muffled sound of thunder.

"It seems that you know everything. Your mother is Meng Bingyun, and she is also a holy lady." Hong Xuanji said slowly.

There was no emotional change on the face of this Grand Master Daqian.

"Yes, I know everything. Now in front of my mother's grave, I want to ask you, was my mother killed by Mrs. Zhao? And did you know all this, but turned a deaf ear and allowed it to happen!" Hong Yi's voice became louder and louder. It's getting more and more fierce.

"I, Hong Xuanji, act? Why do I have to explain to others!" Hong Xuanji raised his eyebrows, as if he was about to explode, but he saw Meng Bingyun's tomb and endured it, "I am your father after all, you treat me like this Speaking of which, is there still a father-son relationship?"

(End of this chapter)