Wang Li and Uncle Xu were both from mortal backgrounds, and although Ling Yue'er was a demon clan in the Dao Foundation Realm, she didn't have any foundation.

Therefore, when the fairy scene of Shushan came into view, they couldn't help but be shocked at the same time.

In the end, it was Wang Li who came back to his senses first, and after silently calming down, he called Uncle Xu and Ling Yue'er back to their senses.

Ling Yue'er was still slurking, her eyes looking left and right expectantly.

Uncle Xu took out a thin piece of jade from his arms and immediately crushed it.

"Childe, someone will come to pick us up."

Wang Li's head bowed, and he turned to Ling Yue'er and said, "Don't look like you haven't seen the world, you have to learn to prosper." ”

Ling Yue'er turned her head and lowered her eyes, only to see that Wangcai had already started to yawn boredly.

"Hmph, it's a stupid dog, what do you know?"

Wangcai was very angry, and he ignored her.

Wang Li smiled: "But you can't even beat a stupid dog." ”

Ling Yue'er bared her teeth, "Aren't you also unable to beat?" ”

Wang Li: "I'm only a teenager, and you're already over a hundred. ”

"The lifespan of the demon race and the human race is not like this!"

The two were arguing, and suddenly a milky white pillar of light fell from the sky, enveloping the three people and one dog.

Without thinking too much, the pillar of light enveloped them and soared upward, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Such a movement also suddenly attracted countless eyes on the hanging mountains, many of which were envy and even jealousy.

Wang Li's eyes only felt a flower, and after his vision recovered, he had changed the world.

This is a fairy mountain hanging high above the sea of fairy clouds, and the volume is not much bigger than the ones that Wang Li saw just now, like a small land floating in the sky.

There are red bricks and blue tiles, cylindrical pillars, spiritual light, and the temple stretches.

There are forests and lakes, lingering streams, inhabited by spirit animals, and whirling cranes.

Wang Carp is located, in front of the main hall of the core, the wide square at the foot is paved with bluestone, carved with strange beasts, and in the center is a huge Taiji Yin and Yang diagram.

Directly in front of Wang Li, there are nine steps cast by white jade, and above the jade steps, in front of the main hall, there are two people.

One of them is Wang Li's father, who is very familiar to Wang Xiao. However, his outfit at this time was not completely different from any moment in Wang Li's memory.

In the past, Wang Xiao, as a military marquis of a country, stood up with martial arts, made meritorious contributions in battle, and often wore strong clothes even at home, showing his might.

At the moment, he changed into a blue and white robe, with ethereal cloud patterns on the collar, cuffs, hem, etc., long hair crowned, and two long black hairs on each sideburns, perfectly showing that heroic, fresh and handsome face. His temperament is as fluttering as the wind, fluttering like a fairy, where can he still see the appearance of being a mortal military marquis?

Wang Li only glanced at it and found another problem.

Wang Xiao was originally in his thirties and nearly forty years old, and he was away from war all the year round, experiencing wind, frost, rain and snow. And now, Wang Xiao seems to have washed away the lead, faded away, and looks like he is in his twenties, which is a good age in his prime!

Looking closely, this eyebrow is like an ink painting, the eyes are like paint, the face is like a pile of Qiong, and the outline is clear like a carving, which seems to be the appearance of Wang Li when he grows up.

Wang Li looked at him, and couldn't help but feel that he seemed very likely to become a superficial brother in the eyes of others with Wang Xiao in the future.

Right now, this father, who has been separated from him for more than a month, is looking at him with extremely longing and extremely loving eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth can't be erased as if he was born.

Wang Xiao was standing slightly back, and in front of him was a middle-aged man.

The robe is wide and long-sleeved, but it is difficult to hide his spiritual aura like a jade pillar.

There is no need to elaborate on his appearance, as long as Wang Xiao's appearance is pushed to about forty, of course, his actual age is far better than this.

The most obvious difference is not the extra wrinkles on the face, nor the vicissitudes of the world in the eyes, nor the few white hairs mixed with fine combing.

His eyes were locked directly from the first moment after Wang Li's appearance, and a strange red light suddenly surged on his mature and steady face, and a layer of obvious crystal sparkled in his eye sockets.

His excitement is beyond words, and anyone can easily feel his deep longing and attachment.

Wang Kuo.

Wang Xiao's father and Wang Li's grandfather.

Wang Li's memory of him is very vague, he only vaguely remembers that once when he was a child, this grandfather always liked to carry him to different places away from the capital, he and his grandfather had seen all kinds of people and things in the city, heard grandpa tell a lot of bizarre stories, and also saw grandpa angry at Langzhong who came from all over the country, and even pointed at his father's forehead and scolded.

This vague old man seemed to have given him all his tenderness, and others naturally did not benefit much.

It's just, one day in a certain year.

After Wang Li woke up, he never saw him again.

At this moment, reunion.

Originating from the double pull of blood and soul, without any prerequisite emotional mobilization, it surged up like a tsunami in an instant.

Wang Li's unconscious two lines of tears have flowed uncontrollably. He canceled all states, completely relaxed his originally stubborn knees, and knelt on the ground, about to kowtow.

But when his forehead was about to make intimate contact with the ground, Wang Kuo on the nine-layer jade staircase suddenly came to him as if teleporting.

Wang Kuo ignored everything else, leaned over and quietly held Wang Li's arm with both hands, and pulled him up.

The four eyes are facing each other, no need to speak, the blood is deep, and there are tears in pairs.

Wang Kuo stretched out his hand and gently stroked Wang Li's forehead to his cheeks, and his lips trembled and said, "Good grandson, you have grown up!" ”

Wang Li just nodded, and said softly: "Grandpa." ”

"Grandpa is here." Wang Kuo responded again and again, and said uncontrollably: "From now on, our family will be together again, and in the future, our grandfather and grandson will not be separated again." ”

Beside him, Wang Xiao, who had just arrived, stopped his steps and looked at them helplessly but as if he had long been accustomed to them.

After a while, the grandfather and grandson wiped away their tears, and Wang Kuo suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the group of old bald people in the White Dragon Temple still have some skills, even this ability is not very good at learning, otherwise, it would not have let my good grandson suffer for fourteen years!"

When Wang Li heard this, his heart moved slightly. But this was obviously not a good time to ask questions, so he could only press it down for the time being.

Wang Xiao stepped forward at the right time: "Father, Li'er's body has recovered, and she has entered the path of cultivation again, and today's family reunion is the arrival of three joys, and you should celebrate it." ”

When Wang Kuo heard this, he glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Do you still need to say this?" You brought the spiritual object I received a few days ago to welcome you? As he spoke, he suddenly put on a spoiled face, leaned down again and squinted at Wang Li, and said as if flattering: "Of course, it is to welcome my loveliest and best grandson!" ”

For a while, Wang Li's flesh felt a little numb and difficult to adapt.