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Chapter 397 Exit (Second Change)

Spring went to autumn, and five years passed quickly.In a quiet courtyard, Wang Qingzhi's family was having dinner.

A family of five, besides Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan, there are Wang Qiuhong, Wang Qiushuang and Wang Qiuming.

Wang Qiuhong is ten years old this year, Wang Qiushuang is nine years old, and Wang Qiuming is the third son of Wang Qingzhi, who is six years old this year.

Two sons and one daughter are both three spiritual roots.

Wang Qingzhi looked at his children with doting eyes.

A hurried shout sounded suddenly: "Seventh brother, are you there?"

Wang Qiuhong frowned, and said, "It's Brother Six, he's here again, sister, brother, eat quickly, or he'll finish our meal again."

"Qiuhong, how are you talking! Your sixth brother is not an outsider, how can you say such a thing!"

Wang Qingzhi scolded with a straight face.

Wang Qiushuang curled her lips and said, "Father, Sixth Brother always comes when we are having dinner, and he finishes our meal every time."

Qi Shanshan glared at Wang Qiushuang, and said angrily: "After eating, mother will do it again. Your third uncle always gave you some delicious food. Have you forgotten?"

"That's right, I brought food this time."

As soon as the words fell, a short and fat boy walked in.

The young man was wearing a large golden brocade suit, with a bulging belly that seemed to break his belt at any moment. His face was fair and round, and his two small hands were fleshy, full of sensuality.

This is Wang Qiuxin, the son of Wang Qingze.

Wang Qiuxin held an exquisite food box in his hand, looked at the delicious food on the dinner table, and swallowed.

"Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt, Seventh Brother, Eighth Sister, and Ninth Brother, Grandpa asked me to bring you delicious food."

Wang Qiuxin picked up the food box in his hand and said sincerely.

Wang Qingzhi nodded, and said with a smile: "Uncle San is too polite, Qiu Xin, you haven't eaten your dinner yet! Come on, sit down and eat together, lady, go and serve Qiu Xin a meal."

Qi Shanshan responded and was about to go to the kitchen.

"No need, Aunt Nine, I can do it myself, and I won't bother you with such trivial matters."

Wang Qiuxin put down the food box, took out a large golden bowl the size of a watermelon from his arms, and ran quickly to the kitchen.

"Father, mother, look, what did I say, the sixth brother even brought the bowl, his bowl is so big, one bowl is worth ten of us."

Wang Qiushuang pouted Yin Tao's small mouth, and said with some displeasure.

Wang Qingzhi glared, and reprimanded: "Don't say such words that are not conducive to unity. What's the matter with the family, how many bowls of rice? Your sixth brother brought dishes over this time. Sanbo is a first-level spiritual chef. The meals he cooks are amazing. It's delicious."

Qi Shanshan opened the food box and brought out the dishes inside. Five dishes and one soup were still hot.

In the stove house, Wang Qiuxin took his own big bowl and filled it with rice. He didn't go out satisfied until the big bowl was full.

As soon as he walked out, a young man in blue shirt came to meet him. It was Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng retreated for seven years this time, and with the help of Xuanbing Hanshui, he successfully advanced to the ninth floor of foundation building.

He looked at the little fat man in front of him, his face full of doubts, and he said with some uncertainty: "Are you Qiuhong?"

Wang Qiuhong liked to grab food when he was young, but he has become so fat after seeing him for seven years.

Wang Qiuxin felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Changsheng's body, rolled his eyes, held the big bowl in both hands, bowed and said, "Grandson Wang Qiuxin pays homage to Uncle Nine. The father of grandson is Wang Qingze."

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized, he suddenly remembered something, and asked in confusion: "You are the grandson of the third brother, why did you come here?"

Wang Qiuxin smiled coyly, and said, "Grandpa asked me to bring some food to Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu asked me to sit down and eat together. I just ate a little. Uncle Jiu, do you want to eat?"

He handed the big bowl in front of Wang Changsheng, and the crystal clear rice exuded an alluring aroma.

"It's enough for you to have this kind of filial piety, let's leave it for you to eat!"

Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, and walked out.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan hurriedly stood up and said in unison:

"Congratulations, my lord father, for leaving the customs."

Wang Changsheng nodded, and his eyes fell on Wang Qiuhong and the three of them.

Wang Qingzhi understood, pointed to Wang Qiuhong and introduced them: "Father, this is Qiuhong, Qiushuang, and Qiuming, all of them are your grandsons."

"Grandson has met grandfather, congratulations to grandfather for leaving the customs."

The three of Wang Qiuhong bowed and said in unison.

Looking at his three grandchildren, Wang Changsheng was full of doting. He hugged Wang Qiuming and sat down: "Your name is Qiuming, right! How old are you this year?"

"Grandfather, I am six years old, and I am already at the first level of Qi Refining."

Wang Qiuming said with some pride.

A surprised expression appeared on Wang Changsheng's face, and he said, "Qiu Ming has refined Qi to the first level? That's right, you have to practice hard and don't slack off, you know?"

"Understood, I will work hard to practice, grandfather."

Wang Qiuming nodded, his immature face was full of seriousness.

"You are so good, you are indeed a good grandson of grandfather."

Wang Changsheng kissed Wang Qiuming with a kind face.

At this moment, Wang Changtai walked in quickly. When he saw Wang Changsheng, his eyes showed some joy, and he said solemnly:
"Brother Nine, Uncle 21 is back, and he's in the conference hall now, you'd better go over there, something serious has happened."

Wang Changsheng frowned, and told Wang Qingzhi, "You guys continue to have dinner, don't starve the child, I'll be back later."

After saying this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Changtai quickly walked towards the meeting hall.

In the conference hall, Wang Mingjiang sat on a chair, dressed in rags, with a dazed expression.

Wang Changfeng was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, breathless, and his skin was black, obviously poisoned.

Wang Qingkai stood aside, frowning.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng and Wang Changtai walked in.

"Big brother!"

Seeing Wang Changfeng lying on the ground with a black face, Wang Changsheng's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward to check Wang Changfeng's situation.

"Uncle 21, what's going on? Who made big brother like this?"

Wang Changsheng said with a gloomy face, a cold light flickered in his eyes.

Wang Mingjiang's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he choked up and said, "It's me, I'm the one who hurt Changfeng."

Wang Changsheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and told Wang Qingkai and Wang Changtai, "Go down first, I have something to say to Uncle 21."

Wang Changtai and Wang Qingkai responded, turned and left.

Wang Changsheng released a soundproof cover casually, and asked in a deep voice, "Uncle 21, what is going on?"

Wang Mingjiang let out a long breath, wiped away his tears, and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Knowing that Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng robbed and killed the disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, Wang Changsheng broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't care that Wang Mingjiang was his elder, and said angrily: "Uncle 21, you are playing with fire and self-immolation. If you are not careful, we will The entire family will be exterminated. You are so bold that you dare to rob and kill the disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. If the Taiyi Immortal Sect traces our Wang family, will our Wang family still have a way out? Don’t forget, how Uncle Ming Ren entered the Taiyi Immortal Sect .”

(End of this chapter)