All Heavens Cloud Disk

Chapter 797 Resurrection
After standing for a long time, Hong Yi started to clean up the tomb. He hadn't been there for several months. The solitary tomb was overgrown with weeds and desolate. The young man couldn't help feeling sad.

Over the years, his heart has been through many storms, and it is no longer so easy to shed tears. Thinking of the majestic figure and stern face at home, the mocking color on Hong Yi's face became more and more intense.

From childhood to adulthood, the mother in his mind was so beautiful, such a gentle woman, until now Hong Yi can still think of her gentle smile, the eyes looking at him, like the sky, and like stars, the tenderness emerging from inside It is so vast.

Every time I think of my mother, I think of Mrs. Zhao, those so-called brothers and sisters, and even the servants who slandered and insulted her and himself in Houfu, Hong Yi couldn't bear it.

That's why he came to the West Mountain alone to prepare for the exam with peace of mind...

Suddenly, Hong Yi felt someone behind him, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly turned around.

"Who?!"

At this moment, his heart was icy cold, and all he could think of was Mrs. Zhao's seemingly gentle and approachable face. Did she finally couldn't help sending someone over to kill me?
But when he saw the person coming, Hong Yi couldn't help but relax, it was very strange, but the other person's eyes were calm and peaceful, and there was no murderous intent.

"My surname is Lu."

The other party looked very young, but Hong Yi felt that the other party should be very old for no reason, and seemed to have an extremely extraordinary background.

"Boy Hong Yi, I have met senior!"

The kid was winking, he took a step forward, and saluted straight away.

"Oh?"

Lu Zihua smiled slightly, and joked: "I think we are about the same age, why am I a senior?"

"Forehead……"

Hong Yi was taken aback for a moment, but he still smiled wryly: "Senior, don't make fun of this junior..."

What he can't see through can't be seen through. Since he grew up, apart from his father, there are only a few ministers and Qiandi in the court. The person in front of him looks ordinary, but he is keenly aware of the hidden danger in the other party. He is extraordinary, even more unfathomable than his own father.

"This...is your mother?"

Lu Zihua turned his head to look at Qingqing's lonely grave next to him.

"Yes, it's the junior's mother..."

Hong Yi's voice couldn't help but lowered a little.

"I see that you are a noble boy with extraordinary etiquette, and you are also from a big family. Even if you are a concubine, you can make the grave of the hall..."

"..."

Hong Yi's complexion suddenly turned ugly, and he became more and more silent, unable to answer this question.

"It seems that you are also a person with a story..."

Lu Zihua looked at Hong Yi who had become silent, and suddenly said something.

"You miss her so much..."

"...Yes!" On Hong Yi's drooping face, there was a little redness in his eyes.

"If there are two choices in front of you now, one is to allow you to instantly have the highest cultivation level in the world, and the other is to resurrect your mother, which one do you choose?"

"..."

Hong Yi was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said sadly: "It is impossible to have such a choice, senior don't make fun of this junior..." His mother died for many years, and her bones had already been reduced to ashes. Any resurrection is just nonsense.

"choose one."

Lu Zihua looked at him quietly, and said seriously: "Tell me, your choice."

"I... of course I chose to revive her—"

Hong Yi said with red eyes.

But she will never be resurrected...

boom!Just when his heart was full of grief and indignation, he saw that the senior in front of him raised his hand suddenly, and the grave of his mother exploded in front of him, Hong Yi turned around suddenly, his eyes were about to burst!
But before he could do anything, he saw some dots of aura flying out from his mother's tomb, instantly congealing into a figure in midair...

"This this……"

The unimaginable scene in front of him made Hong Yi stunned.

Next, he watched helplessly as the figures condensed by these auras became more and more real... The neon clothes and feathers appeared, and the extremely familiar figure condensed, appearing in his dreams countless times The face in the middle appeared, and her closed eyes finally opened slowly...

"mother……"

Hong Hongyi, who hadn't cried for more than ten years, shed tears at this moment!
She slowly fell from mid-air, and before she could recover for a while, she saw a young man pounced towards her, yelling for mother...

Well……

Meng Bingyun's incomparably beautiful Liu Mei moved slightly, subconsciously giving way——

Pfft!
This kid threw himself on the ground, and wrestled like a dog eating shit!

"Er... Yi, Yi'er?"

Meng Bingyun's still somewhat dazed mind finally began to restore his memories of his life, and finally matched the number of this young man on the street with his jade-carved little guy back then.

"Mother, I, it's me! I'm Yi'er!"

Hong Yi turned over from the ground, his nose was bleeding profusely, his whole body was ashamed, his luxurious clothes were covered with mud, and he wanted to rush over...

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Meng Bingyun quickly stretched out her hand to block him.

"mother?!"

"You, you are too dirty!"

Meng Bingyun looked at this kid angrily, tsk, he looked disgusted, that's right!It's our son, but he's too thin, not as cute as before!Also, this kid doesn't look strong at all, which doesn't match his imagination in the past...

Alas, why did it grow crooked! ?

By the way, how long has he been dead?Why did he suddenly come back to life?
Suddenly, Meng Bingyun, who was full of question marks, looked at his hands and was stunned...

"I, my cultivation base...recovered?!"

……

In this dilapidated temple in Xishan, after tidying up his own Hong Yi, he finally officially recognized his mother, Meng Bingyun.

At this moment, Hong Yi has experienced it countless times in his dreams. At this moment, he has been holding his mother's hand, and subconsciously bit his tongue. He is afraid that everything in front of him is a dream, but the pain conveyed by his tongue is very clear. Tell yourself that everything in front of you is true, true...

"Mom, I miss you so much..."

"These years, at home...in the Houfu, I have suffered for you..."

Meng Bingyun touched her son's face and looked at his "very" thin body. He is more than ten years old, and he is not yet capable of writing or martial arts... This mother's face is full of distress, and her heart is even more serious. Murderous!
Back then, for him, I even broke my Dao heart, exhausted all my cultivation, and even let a stupid woman who is nothing kill her. In fact, she didn't care about all of this. Under the protection of his parents, he grew up promising...

But he-

What have you been doing all these years? !

(End of this chapter)