Rise of Qinglian

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

The family of five includes Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan, as well as 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 Wang Qingzhi's third son, who is six years old this year.

Two, two, and one girl, both have three spiritual roots.

Wang Qingzhi looked at his children with doting eyes.

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

Wang Qiuhong frowned and said, "It's Brother Six. He's here again. Sister and brother, please eat quickly, or he will finish our food again."

"Qiu Hong, why are you talking! Your sixth brother is not an outsider, how can you say this!"

Wang Qingzhi scolded with a straight face.

Wang Qiu Shuang curled her lips and said, "Dad, Sixth Brother always comes when we are having dinner and finishes our food every time."

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

"Yes, I brought food this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a short and fat boy walked in.

The young man was wearing a loose golden brocade suit, with a bulging belly that seemed ready to break his belt at any time. He had a fair face, a round face, and two small hands that were full of flesh.

This is Wang Qiuxin, Wang Qingze’s son.

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

"Ninth uncle, 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 so polite, Qiu Xin, you haven't had your dinner yet! Come, sit down and eat some together, madam, go serve Qiu Xin."

Qi Shanshan responded and was about to walk to the kitchen house.

"No, Aunt Ninth, I can do it myself. I won't bother you with such a small matter."

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 house.

"Dad, Mom, look, what am I talking about? Brother Six even brought a bowl. His bowl is so big, one bowl is as good as ten of ours."

Wang Qiu Shuang pouted Yin Tao's little 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 a few bowls of rice as a family? Your sixth brother brought dishes this time. Third uncle is a first-level spiritual chef, and the food he cooks is amazing." Delicious.”

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

In the kitchen room, Wang Qiuxin took his own large bowl and filled it with rice. Only when the bowl was full did he walk out with satisfaction.

As soon as he walked out, a young man in blue shirt walked towards him, it was Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng spent seven years in seclusion this time, and with the help of Xuanbing Cold Water, he successfully advanced to the ninth floor of the 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 Qiu Hong?"

Wang Qiuhong liked to catch food when he was young, but after seven years of not seeing him, he has become so fat.

Wang Qiuxin felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Changsheng's body. He rolled his eyes, held the big bowl in his hands, bowed and said, "My grandson Wang Qiuxin pays homage to my ninth uncle. My grandson's father is Wang Qingze."

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

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

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

"It's enough for you to have this filial piety. I'll leave it to you to eat!"

Wang Changsheng chuckled and walked out.

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

"Congratulations, father, for coming out of seclusion."

Wang Changsheng nodded and his eyes fell on Wang Qiuhong and the other three.

Wang Qingzhi understood, pointed at Wang Qiuhong and introduced them: "Dad, these are Qiuhong, Qiu Shuang, and Qiu Ming, all your grandsons."

"My grandson has met his grandfather. Congratulations on his release from confinement."

Wang Qiuhong and three others bowed and said in unison.

Looking at his three grandchildren, Wang Changsheng looked doting on his face. He picked up Wang Qiuming and sat down: "Your name is Qiu Ming, right! How old are you this year?"

"Grandpa, I'm six years old, and I'm already at the first level of Qi Refining."

Wang Qiuming said with some pride.

Wang Changsheng showed a surprised expression on his face and said: "Qiu Ming has reached the first level of Qi refining? Yes, you have to practice diligently and don't slack off, you know?"

"I know, I will practice hard, Grandpa."

Wang Qiuming nodded, his young face full of seriousness.

"What a good boy. He is indeed my grandfather's great grandson."

Wang Changsheng kissed Wang Qiuming, his face full of kindness.

At this moment, Wang Changtai walked in quickly. When he saw Wang Changsheng, his eyes showed a bit of joy and he said solemnly:

"Brother Ninth, Uncle Twenty-one is back and is in the meeting hall now. You'd better go over there. Something big has happened."

Wang Changsheng frowned and ordered Wang Qingzhi: "You continue to have dinner, don't starve the children. I will be back later."

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

In the meeting hall, Wang Mingjiang was sitting on a chair, wearing ragged clothes and looking in a daze.

Wang Changfeng was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, his breath was gone, his skin was black, he was obviously poisoned.

Wang Qingkai stood aside, frowning.

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

"Brother!"

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

"Uncle Twenty-one, what's going on? Who made eldest brother like this?"

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

After hearing this, Wang Mingjiang's eyes turned red, and he said with some choking, "It's me, I'm the one who harmed Changfeng."

Wang Changsheng frowned and pondered for a moment, then he ordered Wang Qingkai and Wang Changtai: "You guys go down first, I have something to say to Uncle Twenty-One."

Wang Changtai and Wang Qingkai responded, turned and left.

Wang Changsheng casually released a soundproof shield and asked in a deep voice: "Uncle Twenty-one, what is going on?"

Wang Mingjiang took a long breath, wiped his tears, and told the whole story.

When he learned that Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng had kidnapped and killed the disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect, Wang Changsheng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He ignored that Wang Mingjiang was his elder and said angrily: "Uncle Twenty-one, you are playing with fire. If you are not careful, our entire family will be exterminated. You are so audacious that you dare to kidnap 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 to survive? Don’t forget, how Uncle Akihito worshiped Entering the Taiyi Immortal Sect."