After experiencing the sudden destruction of the City Lord's Mansion, Shengyuan City was solemn. Out of the residents' respect for Xu Yuanshan, the sense of mourning and remembrance was pervasive, and Shengyuan City fell into chaos for a while, but after the deputy city chief Dong and urgently took office, Shengyuan City was quickly stabilized.

The inventory of the city gate is as strict as ever, the flow of people has increased several times compared with before, and the people entering the city not only include those who have something to do, but also the forces outside Shengyuan City sent people to mourn Xu Yuanshan, and there are also many people who respect Xu Yuanshan as a person, or who have been more or less helped by Xu Yuanshan, have put down their hands and rushed to Shengyuan City.

The mourning hall was built by the deputy city lord Dong and the cultivators of the Wang family, and countless residents took the initiative to participate, and the walkers were numerous, and it had been built in less than a day.

The location of the mourning hall is in a vacant lot near the original city lord's mansion, and there were originally a few houses that would affect the area of the mourning hall, but when they knew that it was to build a mourning hall for the city lord, the owners of those households immediately decided to move out, and one even demolished his own house with his own hands. After Dong He learned about this, he specially arranged a place to live and sent someone to send money worth more than the house, but the head of the household invariably only accepted the residence and refused to accept the cash.

The head of the household said: "The great grace of the city lord, I will never dare to forget it, the house is only willing to do some for the city lord, the house can be demolished and rebuilt, but the city lord has only one." ”

Dong He knew that they had made up their minds, so he didn't force it anymore, but just secretly wrote it down, ready to help when needed in the future.

The mourning hall occupies a wide area, and because the corpse belonging to Xu Yuanshan has not been distinguished, there is an empty coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. Many people offered incense in front of the coffin to express their condolences.

Some people questioned, "Why is it determined that the city lord is dead without finding the body of the city lord?" ”

The insider replied sadly: "Don't you know, the city lord is a spiritual realm cultivator, and there is a trace of spiritual sense on the life card to indicate life and death. Now the City Lord's Mansion is in ruins, and only one of the pieces we found is intact, and the others are fragments. And that piece of intact does not belong to the city lord. This shows that the city lord and the other cultivators who also have the fate card have not survived. ”

"What if the City Lord's life card is not in the City Lord's Mansion?"

"The likelihood is too low, so the vast majority of people believe that the city lord has fallen, and only a few have a faint hope."

"Who is the living man? Surely you know who the murderer is, right? ”

"It is said that he is the most powerful subordinate of the city lord, but there are still rumors that even the city lord has fallen, and he is still alive, and there are cats among them."

"You can't talk nonsense."

"Well, it's just a few people guessing, and we can't judge the real facts. It's just a pity that the city lord died, what a good city lord. ”

Among the crowd of mourners in front of the mourning hall, there was a figure staring at the empty coffin in the mourning hall for a long time. Dressed in a white robe, his left arm was tied with the same black gauze as everyone present. Wearing a hat to cover her face, she stood out in the crowd.

Finally, the woman bowed deeply to the empty coffin, then turned and left to the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Who is this man? Doesn't seem to have seen it? Watching the woman leave, did the person who was completely immersed in the grief of Xu Yuanshan's death whisper.

"There are so many people who came to mourn the city lord, I don't know, probably from other places."

It was late afternoon, but the sky was very dark, and it was gloomy, just like the mood of a woman at the moment.

"Dad, I'm back." The woman said silently in her heart, and a gust of wind blew, blowing up the veil in front of her, just revealing Xu Xiangyuan's pale and obviously haggard appearance.

Xu Xiangyuan heard the conversation between the two before. She knew that there was no possibility of betraying her father on the road punishment, and all she listened to was the fateful card.

Xu Xiangyuan was unwilling to give up any hope, so she came here to find evidence that her father was still alive.

The spiritual consciousness was released, and it searched carefully through every corner of the ruins. Serious and slow, every time the spiritual sense covers one more place, the sadness in Xu Xiangyuan's heart will be one more point, and the disappointment will be one point.

In fact, Xu Xiangyuan knew that this would only be in vain, there were already many cultivators who had searched for it with their spiritual sense, and there were ordinary people who searched with their naked eyes. If you don't find it, you really don't. But Xu Xiangyuan still has a hint of luck, maybe?

Since he was sent to the Sword Pavilion, even if he was allowed to return home one day a month, he would come back during the New Year's holidays. But I didn't actually spend much time with my father, and those pictures of getting along kept coming to mind, and every scene was vivid.

You're not old, I'm not old yet, are you going to say goodbye forever?

Father's love is like a mountain, and now this mountain that carries his own growth has collapsed. When Xu Xiangyuan heard the news in the Sword Pavilion, she almost fainted with grief, and then resolutely returned here with a faint hope despite the prohibition of the master of the Pavilion, but did she just wipe out the hope in her heart with her own hands?

Some time ago, the two of them were also thinking about the possible fall of Xu Yuanshan because of the situation of the Sword Pavilion, and the father and daughter hugged each other and were sad. But didn't a new hope come later? Tell them that they don't need to worry, the Sword Pavilion will survive, and they will live well.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiangyuan left the next day, and his father's goodbye became the last sentence.

The sad news came like a mountain of water, and the thunderous momentum destroyed Xu Xiangyuan's beautiful imagination of the future. The facts shattered all hopes, and she was powerless to face the blows.

I don't know when the rain fell, and Xu Xiangyuan's clothes were gradually getting wet at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xu Xiangyuan didn't realize it, and looked at the ruins in front of him in a daze, his spiritual sense was still searching, and he didn't know how many times he was disappointed instead of hope, and hope was rekindled and replaced.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in Xu Xiangyuan's eyes. Although it disappeared again, the depression in my heart was lessened.

Xu Xiangyuan's body froze for a moment, and then he rushed out wildly, rushed to the ruins and rummaged through it directly with his hands. I don't care about using my spiritual sense anymore.

The hands that were as white and tender as a baby, Xu Xiangyuan did not have the slightest care, and turned over the layers of covered debris, Xu Xiangyuan's hands had also been cut and scratched in many places, and blood was overflowing.

Xu Xiangyuan, who didn't care, moved faster and faster, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the look on Xu Xiangyuan's face became more and more excited.

"Found it!"

Xu Xiangyuan found a rag doll, the fabric of the special material was not damaged, but it was pressed to the ground and it rained, and it was so dirty that it was even difficult to distinguish the original appearance. Even so, Xu Xiangyuan still stuck it on her chest like a baby.

Xu Xiangyuan's mind clearly appeared in the scene of crying and shouting to ask her father for a rag doll when she was five years old.

"Everyone else has this, and so do I."

"No, no. I just want it. ”

"If you don't buy me one, I'll ignore you!"

"Hmph, I don't eat."

In the end, he couldn't help Xu Xiangyuan's soft grinding and hard bubbles, and the next day Xu Yuanshan handed Xu Xiangyuan the doll. Although the workmanship is a little rough and a little ugly, Xu Xiangyuan just likes it.

It wasn't until later that Xu Xiangyuan learned that the rag doll was actually sewn by his father overnight with a needle and a thread. There is no fine craftsmanship, only the deepest love.

As the years gradually increased, Xu Xiangyuan no longer liked the rag doll, and after entering the Sword Pavilion to cultivate, the rag doll remained in the room in the city lord's mansion, but he didn't expect this rag doll to be well preserved.

Maybe this is the only thing left that my father has a connection to. Xu Xiangyuan stretched the rag doll into the rain and let the rain wash away slowly. Rained, Xu Xiangyuan became more and more sober, hiding her eyes under the hat as never before.

The rain kept falling, washing away the dirt, but it couldn't wash away the sadness and sorrow in her heart, Xu Xiangyuan stood quietly.