Chapter 620

Murong Ling's first stop to return to Beijing was to Changping Xianshu.

Changping immortal department is normal. The array she set when she left is intact. When Su Xingyu saw Murong Ling's face, her face immediately changed. When he saw her gesture, he put down his vigilance, handed over the sundries to others, and hurried out. He took them back to the wing room, and then saluted respectfully. "I've seen Lord Shuyin."

Murong Ling waved her hand to let him up. "How did you find out about the traitor?"

Su Xingyu reports all the information she has found these days. Murong Ling finds out that there is another fish who has missed the net. She calls her name and orders Su Xingyu, "call them all."

She came back today to clean up the door,

"My Lord, Li Mingrui is in the palace. I'm afraid he won't come back." Su Xingyu looks embarrassed.

"No problem. Call the others and I'll make arrangements with Li Mingrui."

In the past, there were 13 disciples of the immortal alliance, eight of them rebelled, one died after ye Zhentian's soul searching, and three were killed by murongling. Except Li Mingrui, who was in the Imperial Palace, three of them stayed in the immortal department.

The three men had ghosts in their hearts. They were called to the wing room for no reason. They were uneasy under their eyes until they saw Huo Feng sitting on the top. They were immediately relieved. They even said with a smile, "I don't know Su Jian is calling me to come. What's the matter?"

Su Xingyu didn't speak, and the three people couldn't help looking at "Huo Feng" following his line of sight. When they were wondering, they saw each other with a cold smile, "I called you here to clean up the door."

The three people's pupils suddenly shrank. Before they could even scream, they turned into three bloody bodies. Su Xingyu could not help shivering when he saw their tragedy. He was very glad that he could stick to the coercion and inducement, otherwise he would end up like this today.

His attitude became more respectful and he asked cautiously, "what's your order when you return to Beijing?"

Murong Ling flicked her fingertips and burned three bodies to ashes with a torch. Then she said with a cold face, "an Xiaoyu has fallen. You can set up another sacrificial place in the immortal department to offer memorial tablets to the fallen disciples of the immortal department. In addition, I will light the soul lamp of Benming for every disciple and offer it to them one by one. "

Su Xingyu was shocked. He never thought that an Xiaoyu would fall like this. However, seeing Murong Ling's expressionless face, he didn't dare to ask more questions. He just said, "my Lord, the lamps and wicks used to make the soul lamp are very precious. We have no materials at all."

There are 16 soul lights on the table beside him. Among all the disciples of the immortal department, there are five remaining disciples of the former immortal League and 12 new ones. But an Xiaoyu fell early and only 16 are left so far.

"Here, here, my Lord, you are ready."

Su Xingyu was so excited that he couldn't speak. He knew that the soul lamp was very precious. According to the ancient books, only those elite disciples who were valued had the chance to let their elders light the soul lamp. He didn't expect that these ordinary disciples who didn't have the entrance wall would also get such a great honor.

Mr. Shuyin, he is really kind-hearted.

Murong Ling looks at those soul lights, and her sad color flashes away. Earlier in the secret world, she thought that she would light a soul light with Li cangmin after she came out. She didn't expect that things are different and people are different, and eventually she became an extravagant hope. Unexpectedly, the soul lamp she found in master's bracelet was first used by her disciples.

She closed her eyes, collected the extra emotion, and then said calmly, "you should put away these soul lights first, and then I'll light them for you when I get well hurt."

It is impossible for Su Xingyu to light the soul lamp to draw the soul.

Su Xingyu solemnly tidies up the soul lamp before nodding. Murong Ling asks him to go down and then goes to an Xiaoyu's house. The child's body has been burned to ashes. She always wants to take back her clothes and set up a burial mound for her family.

Bai Wen followed her closely and asked, "aren't you happy?"

Murong Ling tidied up slightly and said calmly, "No."

Bai Wen stares at her, purses her lips and stops talking.

In the silence, Murong Ling cleans up an Xiaoyu's things, changes a strange appearance, and then follows her memory to an Xiaoyu's home.

An Xiaoyu's father was originally a civil servant of six grades. Because of her relationship, she was granted the title of Xuanping uncle, and her family was greatly changed. Along the way, Murong Ling found that his servants were arrogant, impetuous and arrogant. He was a little unhappy. Once he got the upper hand, he was rampant, which was not good at running the family.

Xuanping Bofu heard that people from Changping immortal department, from the old prince to the infant children, gathered in the flower hall one by one. They looked at Murong Ling sitting in awe and restraint, and the room was quiet.Looking at their faces, Murong Ling was dumb for a moment, and could not say anything about mourning.

A young woman looked up at her, looking a little uneasy, "immortal, but what happened to the rain in our house..."

The woman's face as like as two peas, and it must be her mother.

"Ignorant woman! Yu'er is well in the immortal department. How can something happen? " The woman's words were interrupted by Xuan Pingbo. He was afraid of offending Murong Ling. He accompanied him with a smile and said, "my wife is a woman in the house. I'm not polite. Please don't blame me."

The old lady also echoed the reproach of the woman, and the others in the hall also looked disapproval. The woman who became the target of public criticism had red eyes and lowered her head and stopped talking.

In this family, I'm afraid the only one who really cares about an Xiaoyu is her mother. Other people just regard her as a chip of wealth.

Murong Ling felt more and more uncomfortable. Her scruples disappeared and she said word by word, "Xiaoyu, she died accidentally."

The hall is quiet for a moment, and the needle can be heard.

All of them looked up at her. Most of them were stunned, shocked, terrified and unbelievable. They seemed to wake up from a huge dream, at a loss and hard to accept.

Xuan Pingbo trembled his lips and asked in an intermittent voice, "immortal, what do you mean? Yuer, Yuer, how could she die? Isn't she a fairy? "

"Monks also have life and death." Murong Ling unconsciously clenched the palm of her hand, with sharp eyes. "She disappeared when she went home to visit her relatives. Didn't you notice anything unusual?"

Xuanpingbo's face turned pale and he stepped back, "I, I don't know. I thought yu'er wanted to practice and didn't have time to come back. Who knows, she's missing. "

"My poor good grandson!"

With a cry, the old prince covered his heart and began to cry. Others sobbed and wiped their tears. They looked sad. If they lost their true love, how much of it was because they lost their chips? It's unknown.