Rise of Qinglian

In the eyes of low-level monks, the alchemy monks had great supernatural powers, but at this moment, Wang Changsheng realized how insignificant he was. Wang Ping'an had no spiritual roots and would die of old age. The feeling of powerlessness made him heartbroken.

You must know that Wang Qingyang has not established a foundation, and his life span is almost over. Many of Wang Changsheng's grandchildren have not established a foundation, and the same thing will still happen.

The Tao is ruthless, and his relatives and friends will leave him one by one. If he cannot cultivate to a higher level, he will be like Wang Ping'an and eventually turn into a pile of bones.

"Daddy will take you home, daddy will take you home."

Wang Changsheng wiped away his tears, picked up Wang Ping'an's body, and walked out.

Wang Ping'an's children and grandchildren guarded outside the courtyard and did not dare to approach.

"I'm going to take him home, and you guys can make a tomb for him."

After Wang Changsheng said these words, he turned into a blue light and walked away through the air.

Back at Qinglian Villa, Wang Changsheng called his children and grandchildren to cremate Wang Ping'an on the spot.

Wang Qingyang's lifespan is almost over, and his hair is gray, probably only a few years ago.

Wang Pingan passed away to the world at the age of five. Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingzhi and Wang Qingyang were a little sad. Wang Qiu Shuang and other grandchildren had heard of Wang Pingan, but had never met him, so their emotions did not fluctuate much.

Half of Wang Ping'an's ashes were scattered at Qinglian Villa and the other half were placed in an urn. Wang Changsheng set up a memorial tablet for Wang Ping'an with the words "The spiritual place of filial son Wang Ping'an" and placed it in a side room as a memorial.

Wang Changsheng chatted with them and asked about their current situation.

Wang Qingqing gave birth to two sons and one daughter. Unfortunately, except for Zhao Ziyu, the other two children had no spiritual roots and could not cultivate immortality.

Zhao Ziyu has already begun to cultivate immortality and is very interested in the art of puppetry. He has a relatively high level of puppet making and has won the true inheritance of Wang Qingqing. This is not surprising. Future generations stand on the shoulders of their predecessors and have a little talent. As long as they are willing to work hard, they will definitely succeed. Can go further than those who came before.

Qi Shanshan has passed away, and Wang Qingzhi has not remarried. He has two sons and one daughter. It is a good time. Both sons have established foundations, but his daughter does not have this luck.

After Qi Shanshan left, Wang Qingzhi focused most of his energy on raising his grandson. Wang Qiuhong and Wang Qiu Shuang were married, but Wang Qiuming was not yet married.

Wang Qingzhi has five grandsons and three grandsons, and his qualifications are mediocre. However, Wang Qingzhi believes that where there is a will, there is a way. As long as they work hard, they will definitely go further than themselves.

The Wang family now has a collection of many classics on planting. Wang Qingzhi and the spiritual planting husbands in the family organized it together, added some new content, and compiled a "Wang's Spiritual Planting Compendium" for the convenience of future generations. As time goes by, As time goes by, some spiritual plants will definitely disappear, and new spiritual plants will appear.

Wang Qingyang is a first-level top-grade winemaker. He has three sons and two daughters, but his qualifications are mediocre, none of them has established a foundation, and none of his grandchildren are outstanding. He now puts his hope in his great-grandson.

"Your mother and I are either in seclusion or traveling. We can't keep an eye on you all the time. You have to take care of yourselves. Do you understand?"

Wang Changsheng said sincerely that Wang Ping'an's death touched him greatly.

Wang Qingqing and others agreed in unison, and they all spoke to comfort Wang Changsheng and asked him not to be too sad.

Wang Changsheng gave them a few instructions and asked them to retreat. Wang Qingyuan did not leave, with a troubled expression on his face, as if he had something to say.

"Qingyang, there are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Wang Changsheng looked at the white-haired Wang Qingyang, sighed softly, and said pleasantly.

"Dad, Tianjue is only twenty-five years old. He has done something wrong and deserves to be punished. But imprisonment for life is too harsh, isn't it? I hope dad will spare him this time! The child promises that he will be disciplined strictly in the future. We will never do anything that disgraces our family’s reputation again.”

Wang Qingyang knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. Wang Tianjue was his favorite grandson. Wang Qingyang really couldn't bear Wang Tianjue's lifelong imprisonment and begged Wang Changsheng for mercy.

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng's face turned cold and he reprimanded unceremoniously: "Strict discipline? How dare you say this? If you strictly discipline him, he will bully men and dominate women, and molest female monks from many small families. What? He will be imprisoned for life, and you are half responsible."

"Dad, it's all the child's fault. No matter how you punish the child, the child will admit it. Please spare Tianjue! He is only twenty-five years old!"

Wang Qingyang burst into tears and kowtowed heavily several times.

Wang Changsheng sighed softly and said: "The state has national laws, and the family has family rules. He is my great-grandson. He has done something wrong, and he must not be leniently lenient. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, I cannot bring about bad habits in the clan. Just don’t ask for a hand in marriage on his behalf. If you don’t kill him, that’s enough to forgive him.”

He thought of Wang Ping'an who had just passed away, looked at Wang Qingyang kneeling in front of him, felt soft in his heart, and sighed: "You still have so many grandsons, pick one with better qualifications and send it to me, and I will train him well. "

He is the pillar of the family and a father. He keeps a great-grandson by his side, which does not violate the family rules and can appease Wang Qingyang.

"Thank you, dad. I hope you are very interested in the art of refining weapons. He has always wanted to learn the art of refining weapons from his great-grandfather. I will send him here now."

Wang Changsheng's expression softened, he helped Wang Qingyang up, wiped away his tears, and said: "You are no matter how old you are, you should still be like children, take good care of your own body, your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, don't work too hard."

Wang Qingyang agreed, and Wang Changsheng talked to him for a while and asked him to go back and rest.

Wang Changsheng looked at Wang Qingyang's leaving figure and sighed softly.

Wang Ruyan has reached a critical moment in her cultivation. As long as she reaches the ninth level of foundation building, she can use the pill-forming spiritual objects to reach the core-forming stage.

During this period, Wang Changsheng will always stay at Qinglian Villa to protect Wang Ruyan.

Wang Changyue walked in quickly, her expression a little sad. She sighed softly and said comfortingly: "Brother, I heard about Ping An. Life and death are fateful. Don't be too sad."

"Thank you, Chang Yue. You are the one I'm most worried about right now. You're too old to be young anymore. It's time to find someone."

Immortal cultivators do not have to get married, but Liu Qing'er left her last words before her death, asking Wang Changsheng to find a good marriage for Wang Changyue. Wang Changsheng has always thought about this.

"We'll talk about this later. Have you set up a spiritual tablet for Ping An? As an aunt, I couldn't send him on his last journey, so I should offer him incense."

Wang Changsheng nodded and took Wang Changyue to the side room where Wang Ping'an's spiritual tablet was located.

Wang Changyue lit a bunch of sandalwood and inserted it into the incense burner.

"By the way, brother, he has always wanted to see you and said he had something important to talk to you about."

At the end of Wang Changyue's words, his voice became much softer, and a blush appeared on his white cheeks.