On the seventh day of June, the Wang family manor was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.
Wang Ming Yuan stood in the reception hall, smiling and greeting the guests who came to celebrate his birthday.
There were two or three hundred guests. Some arrived today, and some arrived at the Wang family manor four or five days ago.
As early as half a month ago, Wang Changsheng asked Wang Changqing to send a team of clansmen to send invitations to the cultivator families that were on good terms with the Wang family.
"Brother Ming Yuan, I heard that your son is back. Why didn't you introduce him to us?" A gray-haired old man in a yellow robe said with a smile. Beside him stood a beautiful girl in a blue robe.
"Yes! Brother Ming Yuan, it's your birthday, why hasn't your son come out yet? Is it possible that he looks down on us old guys? " An old man in a blue robe with a red face said with some displeasure. Beside him stood a graceful girl in a purple robe.
Most of the guests who came to celebrate the birthday brought a young woman. They all came with the idea of a marriage alliance with the Wang family. If they could establish a relationship with Wang Changsheng, it would provide great help to the development of their families.
"Sheng 'er is dealing with some personal matters. He will come out later. Everyone, please take a seat. If there is anything wrong with the hospitality, please forgive me," Wang Ming Yuan explained.
Hearing these words, everyone's face relaxed.
In a quiet courtyard of the Wang family manor, Wang Changsheng and Wang Zhangxue sat at a stone table, drinking tea and chatting. Wang Zhangxue was holding a little girl carved out of jade in her arms.
"I didn't expect Eighth Sister to join a devil sect. It seems that she was right not to come back," Wang Zhangxue sighed and said in a low voice.
"Yes! But I didn't expect Eighth Sister's temper to be so fierce. If I forced her to come back, she would kill herself in front of me, "Wang Changsheng nodded and said with a wry smile.
"Eighth Sister's temper is like that. By the way, this is your niece Li Pingping. Seventh Brother, you haven't held her yet, right? Let me give you a hug, "Wang Zhangxue said with a smile. After that, she gently handed over the little girl who had been sleeping in her arms.
Wang Changsheng nodded and took it.
The little girl's face was pink and chubby. Her facial features were delicate and pretty, and her skin was fair and rosy. Her big black eyes stared straight at Wang Changsheng. She was very cute as she babbled.
Wang Changsheng held the little girl in his left hand and reached out his right hand to grab the little girl's wrist. He began to let the spiritual power slowly flow in her body, but soon after, he let go of her wrist.
"This child's aptitude is not bad. She actually has Dual Spiritual Roots. These two Dharma Artifacts can be considered as a gift from her uncle!" Wang Changsheng praised and returned the little girl to Wang Zhangxue. He then took out a blue short sword and a green bead and handed them to Wang Zhangxue.
The two magic tools glowed brightly. They were both top-grade magic tools.
"Then I'll thank you on behalf of Ping 'er," Wang Zhangxue said and accepted the two magic tools.
"If she wants to enter the Taiqing Palace when she grows up, she will have to work hard in her cultivation. Otherwise, as her uncle, I won't be able to help her," Wang Changsheng said with a smile.
Hearing this, Wang Zhangxue's face lit up and she thanked him again.
Wang Zhangxue knew that if her daughter continued to stay in the Li family, she would most likely be used as a tool for a marriage alliance, married off to a disciple of some cultivation family. She didn't want her daughter to repeat her mistakes. Wang Changsheng also knew this, which was why he said these words.
"Big Sister, Seventh Brother, the guests are all here. If you have anything to say, say it later! The guests have been waiting for a long time, so they should have some complaints. "Wang Changqing walked in and urged.
Wang Changsheng nodded and walked out with Wang Zhangxue.
As soon as Wang Changsheng showed up, he naturally attracted the attention of the guests. They praised Wang Changsheng and introduced the young women beside them to him.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For the sake of their feelings, he politely refused and made it clear that he already had a sweetheart.
When the guests found out that Wang Changsheng already had a sweetheart, they were very disappointed and didn't bother Wang Changsheng anymore.
At the banquet, a group of guests toasted each other, chatted and laughed, and it was very lively.
When the sky darkened, the guests left one after another.
After celebrating his father's birthday, Wang Changsheng stayed at home for more than half a month. Apart from teaching the young clansmen how to draw talismans, he also spent time with his father.
On this day, on a mountain near Demon Subduing Mountain, Wang Changsheng and his father stood in front of a grave.
Wang Changsheng looked at his mother's tombstone and felt a little sad.
"Alright, it's getting late. Light some incense for your mother and be on your way! Be careful on the road and come back to visit when you have time. "Wang Ming Yuan sighed softly and said with a little sadness.
Wang Changsheng nodded and lit a bunch of incense. He stood in front of his mother's grave and kowtowed heavily a few times.
"Father, don't stay too late. It's windy here. Go back early," Wang Changsheng said with concern.
Wang Ming Yuan nodded and waved his hand, indicating for Wang Changsheng to leave.
When Wang Changsheng saw this, he patted the spirit beast bag at his waist. Xiao Hei rushed out of the rolling black Qi and floated in front of him.
"Father, I'm leaving. I'll come back to see you when I have time." After saying that, Wang Changsheng jumped on Xiao Hei's back. Xiao Hei twisted its body and flew quickly with Wang Changsheng on its back. Machine Brother flashed and disappeared in the sky.
Wang Ming Yuan heaved a heavy sigh as he watched Wang Changsheng's departing figure.
… ….
In Guanning County, a middle-aged man in a blue robe was flying slowly in the sky on a huge blue sword. Zhao Qingshan was riding a shining green paper eagle and flying side by side with him. Dozens of disciples of Taiqing Palace were flying behind them.
Just as the group of people was passing by a lush green mountain range, two whooshing sounds rang out. Two black lights with astonishing auras soared into the sky from the mountain range below, heading straight for Zhao Qingshan.
The speed of the black lights was extremely fast. After a few flashes, they were not far away from Zhao Qingshan.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan's face changed. He raised one hand, and a green light and a red light flashed out. It was a green short sword and a red flying knife of a foot long, facing the two black lights.
"Bang! Bang!" The four of them collided with each other.
With a flash of black light, the two black lights appeared. They were two black arrows of a foot long.
At the same time when the two black lights appeared, two black escape lights rose into the sky from two mountain peaks. After a few flashes, they appeared behind the disciples of Taiqing Palace.
The two streaks of black light belonged to two Core Formation cultivators wearing long black robes and black ghost masks.
A cultivator in a black robe raised his sleeve, and three black flying knives flashed out. They turned into three black lights and slashed at the disciples of Foundation Establishment stage.
With a burst of screams, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment stage cultivators had no time to react, and their heads were cut off by the three black flying knives.
The other cultivator in a black robe raised his right hand, and a flashing green flag flashed out. After the wind, it turned into a ferocious evil spirit of several feet tall.
The evil spirit stretched out its hairy hands and grabbed at the two nearby Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
Two screams sounded in succession. The bodies of the two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were grabbed by the evil spirit and their bodies withered at a speed visible to the eye.
Dozens of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were all dead in less than a few breaths. Their bodies quickly fell down the mountain range below.
At this time, the middle-aged man on the blue giant sword also reacted.
"Who are you? How dare you attack us? "The middle-aged man frowned and said.
As he said this, he raised his right hand, and a blue bead flashed out and hovered above his head.
In this regard, the two cultivators in a black robe did not answer. They controlled the three black flying knives and the ferocious evil spirit to attack them.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face darkened. He opened his mouth and spat out a blue short sword to meet them.
At this time, two black escape lights soared into the sky from the mountain range below and finally stopped in front of Zhao Qingshan and the middle-aged man. The two of them were also wearing ghost masks and black robes.
Four black-robed cultivators surrounded Zhao Qingshan and the middle-aged man.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan frowned. His lips moved a few times, and the middle-aged man nodded.
Zhao Qingshan made a gesture with one hand, and the green short sword and red flying knife shone brightly, knocking away the two black arrows. At the same time, the middle-aged man controlled the blue short sword and knocked away the three black flying knives. With a circle, he slashed at the ferocious evil spirit.
Seeing this, the ferocious evil spirit turned into a green light and retreated.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qingshan stepped on the green paper eagle under his feet and turned into a green light to fly towards the mountain range below. The green short sword and red flying knife circled and followed him to the mountain range below.
The middle-aged man's figure flashed and merged with the blue short sword. He turned into a blue light and flew towards the sky. After a few flashes, he was thousands of feet away in the air.
Seeing this, the four black-robed cultivators chased after Zhao Qingshan without hesitation.
Not long after, a scream came from the mountain range.
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