Xiao Xuchu rushed to the main hall with a face, and saw Shui Ling standing there as if it had lost its brilliance, without a soul, like an empty shell, and they didn't even notice when they entered the door. Such a water spirit was something they had never seen before.
Chu Qingyan hurried up, reached out to hold Shui Ling's hand, and looked at her with distressed eyes, "Shui Ling, what happened? Tell us, your master and I will decide for you!"
Only at this moment did Shui Ling sense their arrival, and looked at Chu Qingyan blankly, then stretched out his arms to hug her, and cried out, "Little Princess, woo woo—"
She held back the tears all the way, and finally released it at this moment.
Shui Ling cried heart-breakingly, as if to cry all the pain and pain of the past ten years.
No one knew what happened to her, but just listening to her voice, couldn't help being moved.
Chu Qingyan was hugged tightly by her, as if she was her driftwood, she couldn't help but reach out and hug her back, patted her back, and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid, cry, cry, we They're all here, and you won't be bullied."
"Little Princess, he is not dead, he is not dead!"
"Woo, ten years, ten years..."
She kept saying these words inarticulately. Chu Qingyan was the closest to her. After hearing it clearly, she felt the body of the person in her arms soften and fell to the ground. She hurriedly supported her, "come here. —”
When Kong Ling heard that Shui Ling had passed out, she immediately rushed over to help her diagnose her pulse, thinking that she was seriously injured, but it turned out to be—
"Overwork and mood swings can lead to fainting."
After listening to Kong Ling's diagnosis, everyone looked at each other in dismay. According to Shui Ling's temperament, it is impossible to do such a thing of crying and fainting. What the hell is going on
"The people under her management said just now that she has not rested for three days and three nights." Huo Ling came back from below and told everyone about this.
"Since Feng Ling passed away, we have never seen Shui Ling so abnormal again." Kong Ling glanced at Shui Ling on the bed and sighed faintly.
When talking about Fengling, Xiao Lieqi and the others fell silent.
Feng Ling's death has always been a grief in their hearts, which is indelible.
At this moment, Chu Qingyan suddenly remembered what Shui Ling said when she was crying while hugging her, "She just kept saying, he didn't die, it's been ten years!"
Huo Ling's eyes widened, "So far, Feng Ling has been dead for ten years, and it can only be Feng Ling that can make her have such a big mood swing. Could it be that she is not dead, is it Feng Ling?"
Kong Ling was also startled, and said, "Impossible, Feng Ling died in the battle of Cishuipo."
"But we haven't found his bones yet." Huo Ling added immediately.
The two looked at each other and finally looked at the master who had been silent.
Xiao Xu's eyes were heavy, "I'll know when Shui Ling wakes up."
Everyone was downcast, and it was useless for them to guess here.
But Shui Ling didn't sleep soundly, she frowned and murmured, and finally she woke up after shouting something.
Everyone originally planned to let her take a good rest first and prepare to go out, but she retracted her feet because of this exclamation.
"Shui Ling, what happened!"
Shui Ling was sitting on the bed in shock when she heard a reassuring voice. She turned to look at the master standing in the room, the little princess, and all her companions who were worried about her. Tears flowed again. , but this time she was happy.
"Master, Feng Ling is not dead, he is in Chaoming Kingdom!"
This sentence is undoubtedly like a bomb, blowing everyone unprepared.
After a while, Shui Ling changed clothes and reappeared in front of everyone.
Xiao Xu sat in the main seat and asked quietly, "Tell me about this."
Shui Ling nodded. After more than half an hour of rest, her complexion was much better, and she was no longer so pale.
"A month ago, my subordinate cooperated with Jinxin to go to the Moon Clan to investigate the news, but in an alley, I saw an old beggar holding a string of wind chimes in his hand."
As she said that, she took out a string of wind chimes from her sleeves that had been rubbed and almost lost their color. Tears were in her eyes, but she resisted letting it flow.
"This looks like an ordinary wind chime. Does it have anything to do with Feng Ling?" Cheng Yanluo, who was on the side, took a serious look at the string of wind chimes and asked in confusion.
On the other side, Kong Ling seemed to remember something, "I remember Feng Ling used to like to make this kind of little things for you. Could it be this—"
Hearing this, Shui Ling's eyes turned even redder, "Yes, this is what Feng Ling made, this string of wind chimes was our token of love back then, and we also went to the temple to open the lights to keep our peace. Originally there was a pair, but there are Once he was on a mission and it was broken, before the battle of Cishuipo, I gave him mine, he used to have the word for water, and mine was for the word wind, and—"
She turned on the bell at the bottom and showed it to everyone, "And this wind spirit, below is the word wind."
Needless to say, this wind chime is the one that Feng Ling brought by his side.
Everyone was overjoyed, "Could it be that Feng Ling is still alive!"
Shui Ling nodded, "I think so too, but—"
But no one knows how this string of wind chimes came from Xixuan to this Chaoming Kingdom, which cannot be reached by eight poles!
Xiao Xu suddenly said, "What did you find from that old beggar?"
Shui Ling was quiet, and his expression was very lost, "No, the old beggar said that he picked it up from the capital, but the wind chimes were covered with blood, but they had dried up. He took a lot of energy to wash them off. It was dropped, but no pawnshop was willing to take it, so he took it with him all the time."
"Then what have you done this month?" Xiao Xu continued.
Shui Ling continued to shake his head, "I searched for a month, but I couldn't find any news."
Because of her words, everyone instantly cooled the surprise just now. This string of wind chimes does not mean that Feng Ling is still alive. It may also be picked up by people from Chaoming through Cishuipo and brought over.
If Huo Ling was still alive, he would definitely find a way to come back instead of ten years later.
However, when Feng Shui saw no one dead or no corpse, this still gave Huo Ling and the others a little bit of luck. Huo Ling couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you think Feng Ling is really still alive?"
Xiao Xu frowned, obviously thinking about this.
At this time, Shui Ling suddenly knelt down, she raised her head, tears welled up in her eyes, her already petite face became thinner because of the hard work this month, her eyes pleading with tears, making her even more pitiful.
I saw her putting her hands on the ground, kowtowing her head and appealing.
"Master, Feng Ling must still be alive, shall we go find him? After so many years, he doesn't know how much he has suffered. Let's go and find him, I beg you!"