Chapter 1818

That night, singing parents were sent out of Xingchen sect.

Of course, Meng Jing's parents went to Longge courtyard together.

They obviously had guessed something. After all, after Meng Jing and others came back, the atmosphere of the whole Xingchen sect became a little strange.

However, they also understand in their hearts that even if they stay, they can't help. They ask for nothing, which will only add a burden to others.

In fact, when they think so, they are also very sad.

After all, in their forties, they haven't reached the point where they don't care about anything and rely on their children, but now they are at this point.

In addition, the two children, Xiao Cai and Chen past events, also went to Longge courtyard together. On the one hand, they wanted to protect their safety, on the other hand, they wanted Gao Ming to do something in the capital.

Late at night.

Once looked at the light ball on the bed and burst into tears again.

Around the house, dozens of Xingchen sect disciples gathered at this time.

For them, the most important thing now is to sing the safety of the remnant soul.

Although

They knew in their hearts that it was impossible to sing for resurrection without a body.

But even so, no one will take the initiative to mention it.

Some day in the future, very little is needed to break the bubble. Even if they know that the possibility is very small, they will have to wait and wait for the king to come back one day and continue to fight against the immortals.

……

Under the bright light, Xie Zhuo Lian looked through all the books like a magic barrier.

On her desk, there are dozens of ancient books.

Xie Fangyou sighed when he looked at her now.

"Little girl, have a rest early."

"I want to find it again. Go and have a rest first."

Xie Fangyou shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I know what you're looking for. It's just that you want to find a way to sing about resurrection. However, I still want to tell you that without a body, even if there are lotus root and tree heart, it's impossible to sing about resurrection."

Xie Zhuolian was silent for a moment. When he looked up, Xie Fangyou looked at his tearful face and felt a pain in his heart.

He suddenly regretted it now.

I regret letting Xie Zhuo Lian come to Xingchen sect.

If there is no such arrangement, as long as there is no singing for a long time, perhaps the emotion originally hidden in Xie Zhuo Lian's heart will gradually fade away.

At least, better than now?

"Grandpa, I've read a book before. It says that even if there is no body, there are other ways to complete the resurrection, but that book seems to be in the ghost sect."

Xie Fangyou looked serious when he heard this.

"What you're talking about is seizing the house?"

"Yes, it's a sacrifice! Just find a corpse that has just died, maintain physical function, or find a vegetable and force the singing ghost into it

Go... "

Before Xie Zhuo Lian finished, Xie Fangyou interrupted.

"You're right. There is such a method in the world, but it's a magic!"

"I don't care! As long as I can revive Gao Song, I'm even willing to kill! I can choose a good body for him!"

"So what? Not to mention, singing is in the state of being a ghost, and he has no ability to win and give up. Even if he can win and give up, he will live and have no previous accomplishments..."

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want him to live, I just want him to live..." said Xie Zhuo Lian, sobbing.

Xie Fangyou sighed for a long time and said softly, "good boy, I understand what you mean, but singing is now a remnant soul and has no ability to take away. Otherwise, I am willing to try."

“……”

Watching Xie Zhuo Lian shed tears, Xie Fangyou suddenly lit a cigarette.

Xie Zhuolian looked and felt a little curious. She seldom saw her grandfather smoking.

In the room, the smoke gradually shrouded, and then Xie Zhuo Lian felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

"Grandpa, this smoke..."

"Sleep well and don't think about it." Xie Fang lobbied.

Looking at the sleeping Xie Zhuo Lian, Xie Fangyou shook his head.

"Silly boy, even if you really do this, you and singing may not be able to come together..."

Wait until dawn.

Meng Jing slowly opened her eyes and immediately looked at the light ball. Then her face changed greatly and she suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Sing, sing... Sing!" The last sound was a cry of tears.

Xia Lu and others rushed in immediately.

"What's the matter?"

Meng Jing stretched out her hand and pointed to the light ball.

"Sing... Sing is gone!"

Xia Lu was slightly stunned. Her face suddenly changed. She quickly turned to look at the light ball, but found that the light ball was empty.

"How did this happen... How did it happen?"

Meng jingwa burst into tears, the louder she cried, and her eyes were full of remorse.

Xia Lu also fell into stagnation at this time. Her brain was blank. She couldn't believe what she saw now was true.

Twenty minutes later.

Meng Jing sat in the living room crying. Xia Lu's eyes were red and she was in a daze.

"How could this happen... What happened last night?" An Dingyuan paced back and forth in the living room, and his face was much older.

Yuexincheng clenched his fists and burst into tears.

"Is it that the ghost of the high Lord has also dispersed?" Someone whispered.

"Fart! Impossible!" Xia Shengtang roared, "his remnant soul is well protected. How can it be scattered like this?"

"Yes, who's talking nonsense?"

"Don't quarrel first. At present, we have to find the singing ghost quickly!" The old man Guanshan made a quick decision.

"I'll check the monitoring first. Last night, nothing special happened..."

"Well, look around first!"

The whole Xingchen sect is busy again.

When Xie Zhuo Lian knew about it, he suddenly fainted.

Although Yang Rui didn't know what had happened, she saw that everyone in xingchenzong became anxious and irritable, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

She knows that singing has a chance of resurrection, but now looking at it, it seems that something unexpected has happened

When Tianlong arranged the things in hand and rushed over, his brain was empty when he heard the news.

"How could this happen?"

"I don't know yet..."

"What do you eat?" Tianlong was furious.

"Lord Tianlong, this is not what we want to see." Yue Tuzhi said coldly, "do you think we don't want to sing the resurrection?"

Tianlong's brain calmed down, looked bitter and sat down slowly.

Too many things have happened these days.

The Dragon Pavilion is in the old mountain and suffered heavy losses.

The immortals can soon break free and come out of the old mountain.

The Dragon King fell.

Sing and fall

All things, like huge stones, pressed Tianlong out of breath.

Originally, when the Dragon King fell, it should be singing to stand up and take over the baton, but now, there is only one remnant soul left.

What should they do?

What can they do?

For a long time, Tianlong lit a cigarette and coughed.

"When we find Gaoge, we must find Gaoge... He is our last hope..."

Just then, Tianlong's phone rang again.

After connecting, Tianlong flew into a rage after listening to a few words.

"Tell them, let them go! Laoshan is our territory, our territory in China! Whoever dares to come will be killed! Check? Why should they check? Why should we tell them anything? Have we told them little before? What have they done? They are not singing and busy!"

After taking a deep breath, Tianlong snuffed out the cigarette butts and said fiercely: "tell me what I said, don't be less than one word. No matter who is in the old mountain, come and kill one without the permission of the Dragon Pavilion, without mercy!"

After hanging up the phone, Tianlong breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yue Xincheng whispered, "Lord Tianlong, now the Dragon Pavilion is under pressure?"

Tianlong looked at him, smiled bitterly and said, "isn't the pressure of the Dragon Pavilion always great?"

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, but I don't need your help. Buddhist Dongtian, Confucian Dongtian, Guo family and Haoyue Xianzong all send people to garrison in Laoshan. Your current task is one. Find a way to find the ghost of singing."

"Yes!"