Invincible from the start

Chapter 56 Red Radish and Feiyun

Su Heng looked towards Xiantai and found that everyone was staring at him...

Shouldn't I be here at this time...

Being watched by so many people, Su Heng pretended to be calm, picked up the spirit that fell on the ground, and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't find what it was used for. Go back and ask Mr. Qin to study. This old guy likes to study these weird things all day long.

Seeing Su Heng, Hong Yiluo looked wary.

Su Heng was also looking at Hong Yiluo. The existence that this Nether Ghost King said was no less than the Eastern Ghost Emperor looked a little different.

After sensing it with psychic methods, there is actually no trace of violence and evil on this person, that is to say, this person does not have a single life in his hands...

In other words, is this a good ghost?
If you kill a good person, the system will deduct your lifespan, so what about killing a good ghost?Su Heng is tangled...

"It's been more than a month since the last farewell. I still can't forget the beauty of Daqingshan. Come and have a look today. You continue..."

Su Heng thought for a while, and temporarily chose to wait and see what happened.

Regarding Su Heng's behavior of telling nonsense with his eyes open, the people in Shushan did not make a sound. Last time, Shushan and Su Heng also had a good relationship. According to this person's recent actions, he should not suddenly attack Shushan. .

Hong Yiluo didn't want to provoke Su Heng either, so she looked at the people in Shushan again.

"Your Excellency, you really want to be an enemy of my Shu Mountain?" Li Qingyun folded his hands behind his back, staring at the indescribably beautiful woman in front of him with cold eyes.

Standing in the wind, Hong Yiluo stood in the wind, her black hair covered her side face, her red sleeves fluttered, her expression was indifferent, and her tone was cold: "I just want to get back the justice 30 years ago."

Li Qingyun sighed softly: "30 years ago... right or wrong, why should the girl be so persistent."

"Give me Li Feiyun's body, and I'll leave." Hong Yiluo's eyes wandered, as if she remembered something from a long time ago. 30 years ago, she was weak and helpless. 30 years later, she woke up again, full of resentment, Everything is different, and they just want to return Li Feiyun's body, and even let go of all hatred.

Li Qingyun remained silent, turned his palms over, and hung his spirit sword in the air. His behavior had already revealed everything.

"Drink!" On Chaoxiantai, the disciples of Mount Shu drank together, and the swords flew across the sky, the sword energy rushed into the night, and thousands of spiritual swords blew together.

The red hair danced wildly, the clothes fluttered, flames rose in the palms, the red clouds in the sky turned and surged faster, and the hot mist drifted towards the immortal platform, the space was distorted, and countless divine fires were about to burst out from within.

"Stop..." A voice, neither too loud nor too small, was gentle and gentle, but it reached everyone's ears.

Li Qingyun sighed when he heard this voice, Hong Yiluo's eyes widened when he heard this voice, she couldn't believe it.

A young Shushan disciple came pushing a wheelchair, and a white-haired old man sat on the wheelchair, with white eyebrows, white hair and beard, and wrinkled face.

Hong Yiluo looked at the person who came, she burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Husband... Jun..."

The person in the wheelchair squeezed out a smile: "Hongluo...is still so young and beautiful..."

Bai Wushuang on the side exclaimed, "Senior Brother Feiyun?!"

The Seven Swords of Shushan, except for Li Qingyun, is unbelievable, tens of thousands of disciples of Shushan are also confused, they have not experienced what happened 30 years ago, they only heard about it.

Hong Yiluo was trembling all over, walked up to Li Feiyun, squatted down halfway, and stroked the old cheeks with both hands.

Li Feiyun's voice was hoarse and old: "I'm getting old..."

Hong Yiluo shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "Husband, you are not dead... I thought you were dead..."

Li Feiyun's eyes were darkened, and he asked, "Hongluo, do you hate it?"

Hong Yiluo echoed: "I hate Shushan, but I don't hate my husband. I know my husband must have difficulties, and he must have been forced."

Li Feiyun squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't open them anymore: "Hongluo...I'm sorry..."

Hong Yiluo's beautiful eyes turned around, she couldn't believe it, she looked at the Shushan Yushen Sword stuck in her heart, but there was no hatred in her eyes, only ignorance: "Husband, why?"

Li Feiyun didn't answer her, just closed his eyes, as if he couldn't wake up again.

Hong Yiluo's thoughts drifted away, thinking of 30 years ago.

In the Qingyu Building, candles are brightly lit.

There is an oiran named Hongluo in Qingyu Tower, who is good at singing and dancing, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

There is an endless stream of seekers, spending thousands of dollars, and the Qingyu Tower is full every day.

"Hongluo, this is Xiangsiyin. I asked for it from Mrs. Chen..."

"Brother Li, just put it on my ankles for me...Sexy woman, how can I ask for so much...I will step on this lovesickness to attract you from now on..."

"Brother Li, Qingyu Tower is very good, my mother is very good to me, you don't have to worry about me..."

"Brother Li, do you really want to marry me..."

"Brother Li, let's forget it, the teacher's order must not be violated, I am fine by myself..."

"Okay Brother Li, I have prepared the wedding dress. When that day comes, you must marry me in a splendid manner..."

"Husband...the red radish is here..."

In March of Yangchun, three thousand miles of red makeup was laid on the Qingyu Tower, and the oiran Hongluo jumped down from the tower, wearing red makeup, floating like a fairy...

Scenes of the past flashed through Hong Yiluo's eyes, there was no hatred, no resentment, only memories.

I died once 30 years ago, for a person, and I died again 30 years later, it is still the same person, it seems that there is no difference...

Li Feiyun leaned back, unable to open his eyes anymore, Hong Yiluo was clinging between Li Feiyun's legs, with a calm smile, slowly pulled out the Imperial Sword from his heart, watching the vitality disappear.

"Brother..." Li Qingyun turned and left, his hair turned white in an instant, and the mahogany hairpin was red and dazzling.

Su Heng watched silently from the sidelines, he didn't know what happened 30 years ago, he didn't know what happened 30 years later, he just sighed with a smile, it's safe for a single dog to live...

"I'll take this Hongyiluo away, do you have any objections?" Su Heng glanced at Hongyiluo and rolled his eyes.

The people in Shushan didn't know why Su Heng wanted Hongyiluo's body, no one objected, they all looked at Li Feiyun sadly, and nodded.

"Master Su, I don't know if the spirit can be ceded? We are willing to take out the spirit weapon in exchange." Zhang Lie has always been thinking about the spirit in the black mist, ever since he was slapped to death by Su Heng's palm.

Su Heng didn't know what the use of this thing was, so he regarded it as an exchange for Hong Yiluo, and handed it over: "There's no need to change it, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you!"

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PS: I finally finished this chapter after staying up all night, and now I still owe six more...

It's early in the morning, I can't hold on any longer, I'm going to bed, and I have to get up for work tomorrow, if you have a recommendation vote, don't forget to vote... Just take it as compensation for the author for staying up late, thank you!
Well, just before going to bed: Seriously, what's the difference between those who read books and don't vote, and those who don't pee and don't pick up JJ?
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