All the cultivators in the Aris Imperial Capital knew almost at the same time that Qingfeng had summoned some potential cultivators to his door for his own selfish interests, and then he didn't know what forbidden means he used to hinder their cultivation path.

The disciples of Dihuang Pavilion, after knowing about this matter, everyone reprimanded Qingfeng's behavior, and at that moment, many people left Dihuang Pavilion.

Qing Ling watched the disciples leave, and did not stop it, he knew that for a cultivator, every second was precious and could not be wasted, especially for those with high qualifications, so he understood, he did not stop it, he just gathered all the disciples and asked what everyone meant. If they want to leave, Dihuang Pavilion will give a certain amount of compensation to compensate them for the fact that they have been tired by Qingfeng in the past few years, which has dragged down their cultivation, and if they don't want to leave, Qingling also swore to everyone that he would definitely find the items placed by Qingfeng that were used to hinder their cultivation skills, and give everyone an explanation.

After Qing Ling finished speaking, nearly half of the people in the Dihuang Pavilion left, because they all knew that although Qing Ling vowed to find the item that hindered his cultivation ability, he did not guarantee it, because everyone knew that whether or when that thing could be found or not was unknown, and they had wasted it for many years and didn't want to waste it anymore.

And some of the people who stayed were because they knew that their qualifications were not good, and even if they went out, they might not be able to succeed in cultivation, and some of them were grateful for Qingling's care over the years and couldn't leave him when he needed help the most.

Qingling was grateful to the people who stayed, and also smiled and sent off those who chose to leave, and then began to organize everyone to organize Qingfeng's funeral.

In the past two days, there seems to be no sadness on Qing Ling's face, his face has always been indifferent, everyone knows that Qing Ling is trying to contain his emotions, and in front of everyone, he barely pretends to be fine.

After knowing what had happened in the past few days, Xiang Ling's heart was filled with a deep sense of self-blame.

A few of them, when they stayed in Xuantian Peak to pay attention to the night stars, they forgot that they were also their friends, and Qingling, who also experienced the pain of losing their father.

Qingling took Qingfeng down the mountain alone, and because of how many people questioned Qingfeng's actions, no one came to help him share all this, and at the same time, Xiang Ling suddenly realized that his role in this world was also Qingfeng's daughter and Qingling's sister, but when Qingling needed her the most, what she chose to stay behind turned out to be the opponent of Dihuang Pavilion, Xuantian Peak.

Therefore, for a moment, Xiang Ling almost didn't dare to go any further, she was afraid that she would see Qing Ling and see his lonely expression.

"You're here."

When Xiang Ling was hesitating, Qing Ling greeted him by himself. It must have been the doorman of Dihuang Pavilion, who had already told Qing Ling their whereabouts.

Xiang Ling raised his head and met Qing Ling's gaze, Qing Ling's gaze, there was no wave, he just stepped forward lightly and gently pulled Xiang Ling's hand, "He, after all, is your father, you should still see him for the last time." ”

Xiang Ling was stunned.

Qing Ling touched his fingertips, it was cold and there was no temperature, and his sentence, he, after all, is your father.

Xiang Ling, who was a little dazed, let Qing Ling take his hand and hurriedly walked to the guard house where Qing Feng's body was placed.

Inside the vigil house, a white, plain curtain swayed gently in the night breeze.

Qing Ling knelt in front of Qing Feng's body, his head buried deeply, and his thin back looked like it was rising and falling slightly.

Xiang Ling looked at Qingfeng in a daze, looking at him expressionless, lifeless, and kneeling down involuntarily.

Qing Ling raised his head slightly, leaning towards Xiang Ling, and saw that Xiang Ling was looking at Qing Feng in front of him with a little daze at the moment.

"Ling'er, father must be very happy that you can come." Qing Ling gently grabbed Xiang Ling's hand beside him, a little hesitant, but in the end he was decisive.

"Hey, hey, his hand, you caught it too!" The night stars who were following behind Xiang Ling followed, and seeing Qing Ling grabbing Xiang Ling's hand, Du Kang frowned and stepped forward.

Du Kang's objection, Qing Ling didn't seem to care, he just grabbed Xiang Ling's hand and looked at her gently, "Ling'er, I'm already very happy that you can come, at least, you haven't forgotten me, and you're willing to come and see me." That's enough---"

That's enough?

Xiang Ling didn't know the meaning of Qing Ling's words, and looked at her with some puzzlement.

A smile tugged at the corner of Qing Ling's mouth, and his gaze swept behind Xiang Ling.

Behind Xiang Ling, Ye Xingchen looked at Xiang Ling with a concerned face, Zhou Su frowned deeply at Qingfeng's body, and Du Kang had been eyeing Xiang Ling's hand with his own hand, everyone had their own different behaviors, and also expressed their different purposes for coming here.

"You guys shouldn't have come to mourn my father." Qing Ling looked at everyone and said in a low voice, and then he refocused his gaze on Xiang Ling's body, "You've been here, it's already okay, follow them to do what you want to do." “”

"What are we going to do?"

"What you've been doing, now that your last friend has been found, you should be able to go back." Qing Ling said lightly.

Qing Ling's words made Xiang Ling's kneeling body slightly fixed.

What did he mean by this, could it be that Qing Ling knew their identities and knew that they were from another world?

Xiang Ling was hesitant, not knowing how he should answer Qingling's words, but Zhou Su strode forward, "Our affairs are not in a hurry, now, let's do our duty as friends and help the young pavilion master handle the aftermath of the Qingge master." ”

Seeing Zhou Su tear the topic away, Xiang Ling swallowed what he was going to say.

Qing Ling didn't expect Zhou Su to say such a thing, from beginning to end, Zhou Su was the most opposed to his father Qingfeng, he originally thought that Zhou Su was just reluctant to accompany Xiang Ling on this trip, but he didn't expect him to say that he wanted to stay and help him.

At this time, Qing Ling was in a trance, he didn't know whether Zhou Su's words were true or false, but soon, he smiled bitterly.

"Don't bother Hall Master Zhou, before my father's death, there were still some big misunderstandings between Hall Master Zhou and Hall Master, I think, to deal with my father's posthumous affairs, it is still not troublesome Hall Master Zhou."

Qingling's refusal, * nakedly shows the embarrassment of Zhou Su's identity at the moment, yes, although there is no deep hatred, but everyone knows that Qingfeng and Zhou Su were in the same boat before his death, and letting Zhou Su participate in Qingfeng's funeral will definitely cause criticism.

The party Zhou Su also seemed to realize the embarrassment of his identity, but he didn't mind, in the face of Qingling's refusal, Zhou Su snorted, "No trouble, no trouble." It's just that the young pavilion master is right, people die greatly, and I didn't get angry with him when the Qingge master was alive, he went, and I still let him go quietly. ”

Zhou Su's half-joking words made the people present want to laugh, but they couldn't.

Silence swept over again, and everyone looked at Aomine's body silently and never spoke again.

Soon, it was late at night, and the white curtain by the door danced in the cold wind, adding a chill to the silence of the vigil.

Qing Ling had been kneeling in front of Qing Feng's body, Xiang Ling had been accompanying him, and several other people had stood silently to the side, not leaving or speaking.

"It's late at night, you better go back, I'll be here with you." Qing Ling couldn't help but whisper when he saw several people standing aside with their heads down from beginning to end without speaking.

Several people raised their heads and looked at Qing Ling, but they didn't speak, and lowered their heads again.

Qing Ling saw that a few people didn't move, so he had to look at Xiang Ling's body, "Ling'er, it's cold late at night, you better go back." ”

Xiang Ling raised his head slightly, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Qing Feng, and then looked at Qing Ling, "I'm fine, just let me accompany you." ”

Seeing Xiang Ling looking at him resolutely, Qingling's heart moved slightly, and a wave of warmth gushed up.

He didn't speak anymore, just glanced at Xiang Ling gently, and then fixed his gaze on Qingfeng in front of him and stopped talking.

Everyone's eyes, following Qing Ling's gaze, all fell on Qing Feng's body, and everyone's eyes had a different meaning.

The night was long, the room was quiet, and there was no change in any way.

When the first morning light shone, a disciple dressed in white hurriedly came.

When he saw the people in the room, the white-clothed disciple was obviously stunned, and he stepped forward with some uncertainty and walked to Qing Ling's side.

"Young Pavilion Master, everything is ready."

Qing Ling nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew.

The white-clothed disciple looked around at the people around him again, then his eyes flashed, and he bowed his head and retreated.

Qing Ling staggered to his feet, then bent down to help Xiang Ling up, turned around, faced a few people in the room, and took a deep breath, "Everyone, the time has come, if you don't dislike it, please send my father on the road together." ”

After Qing Ling finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone in turn, and after getting unanimous consent, Qing Ling let out a long breath, turned around, and looked thoughtfully at Qing Feng, who had been lying there.

Soon, more than a dozen white-clothed disciples rushed in, gently lifted Qingfeng's body, and stepped out of the door.

Several people in the house, after a short silence, also followed one after another to leave the wake room.

The funeral site of Qingfeng is placed at the foot of the back mountain of Dihuang Pavilion, and not far from the funeral site is a lake. After Aomine's body is cremated, the ashes will be scattered into the blue lake.

The people who came to attend the funeral, except for Xiang Ling and them, were basically the disciples of the Dihuang Pavilion, and the few people who watched the ceremony were also some wandering cultivators in the Aris Imperial Capital, and a few famous cultivation pavilion sects, but none of them had been seen.