"Dad, in two days it will be your old man's fifteen00th birthday, I wonder who will come to congratulate you on your birthday this year?" Wan Jiang stood up and said as he watched his father change the subject.

Wan Qingshan laughed when he heard this, and said: "Who else can there be? Now the form of the sect is not as good as day by day, and there is a way to be poor in the downtown and no one asks, let alone in this deep mountain and old forest. ”

Wan Jiang was ashamed when he heard this, and said apologetically: "Dad, it's me who is not angry and let your old man be wronged." ”

"Dad is not complaining about you, your innate acupoint has only opened one place, and now that you have reached the threshold of this Yuan Baby, it is already the fruit of your hard work, and you don't need to blame yourself for this matter.

After I almost died a thousand years ago, I have seen this matter openly, nothing is as good as this family being together, and I don't care about prestige and fame anymore. Wan Qingshan said indifferently.

Wan Jiang looked at his father and said in a deep voice: "Having said that, how can you also be a meritorious hero in the Great War back then. Forget about others, but in this Dajing Dynasty, no one was sent to congratulate you on your last birthday. A thousand years is enough time to make people forget everything, and it's chilling to think about. ”

Wan Qingshan laughed and said: "Wan Jiang, you don't need to think like this, I think that your father and I were seriously injured back then, and there is no possibility of advanced cultivation, it was Dajing who gave me this place to cultivate and recuperate, and gave me a panacea to cure my injuries."

To be a man to be content, before that, Dajing congratulated his father on his birthday once every ten years, and I was already satisfied with such an honor. When you're old, don't make trouble for others. ”

Wan Jiang sighed and said: "I don't know what you think, it's just that our evil neighbor Fushengmen has been spying on the treasure land of my sect for more than a hundred years, and I used to worry that my father was a hero who protected the country, and I didn't dare to act rashly."

But now I don't see any movement in the court, thinking that you have been forgotten by others, so I am about to move recently, and Zhou Hao, the eldest disciple of Fushengmen, has already interviewed me a few times, and wants us to move out, but I have strictly refused, thinking about it, it is really too deceitful. ”

Wan Qingshan looked at his son and couldn't help but smile, there is a way to know his son Mo Ruo's father, this Wan Jiang is a square person, in fact, as long as he is cheeky and repairs a book, the Dajing Dynasty has to send someone to reconcile it if he is in the way of face.

But Wan Jiang didn't do this, in fact, he didn't want to cause trouble to Dajing anymore, and the words he said to himself just now were nothing more than his son complaining to his father to relieve his depression.

Thinking about this, Wan Qingshan smiled slightly, and said: "Wan Jiang, the Fusheng Gate is now powerful, I heard that their sect master is already in the realm of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, if I was not afraid of it a few hundred years ago, but now I am old and can't move."

When I finish my birthday, let's dismiss my disciples and give them this place, and stop making that senseless dispute. ”

When Wan Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but say sadly: "I want your old man to make great achievements for Dajing, but now that you are old, you can't even return to your roots, it's really depressing to think about." ”

Wan Qingshan sighed, stopped speaking, turned around and walked towards his residence, seeing that his bleak back was not desolate.

Wan Jiang saw his father leave, stood silent for a moment, then shook his head, and went to his wife to discuss how to celebrate his father's birthday.

Two days went by in a flash. On this day, the Qingling Sect was lit up, and although there were not many disciples in the sect, they were all beaming, and they were busy in the hall of the sect in formal clothes.

Wan Jiang and his wife Miao Caiyi stood at the door of the hall to greet the guests who came to congratulate the old man on his birthday.

At this time, the couple looked at the few dozens of guests in the hall, and couldn't help but glance at each other, Gu is sigh, the end of the hero, the day is thin, and the mulberry is no different.

Miao Caiyi has been married into thousands of homes for more than 200 years, during which she was virtuous and virtuous, and she also witnessed the grand scene of Wanqingshan's birthday, full of friends and guests.

At this time, seeing that my father-in-law's 1,500-year-old birthday was so deserted, I was also very sad.

Seeing this, Miao Caiyi took her husband's hand and said softly: "Wan Jiang, after my father's birthday, let's listen to my father's words and dissolve the sect." When the time comes, we will find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and we will honor our father so that he can live a few more years and enjoy his happiness. ”

Wan Jiang took a long breath and sighed: "Caiyi, why don't I think so, so that we can be out of sight and out of mind."

It's just that the floating door is too deceitful, and when my father is still cultivating, they are hypocritically sycophant, and the owner of the floating gate still comes to visit my father from time to time.

But now that my father is in decline, they suddenly revealed their wolf ambitions and coveted the cultivation place of our Qingling Sect. It would be nothing if it were someone else, but this floating gate is a complete villain, and I really can't swallow this breath. ”

After listening to Wan Jiang, Miao Caiyi also knew that her husband was upright and virtuous, and he hated the treacherous villain the most, and he didn't know how to persuade him for a while.

At this moment, I heard the welcoming disciples outside the sect shouting: "The eighth prince of Dajing, Gao Zhen, sent someone to congratulate the old sect master on his birthday!"

When the couple heard this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. Wan Jiang said excitedly: "I know how can the court forget my father." Caiyi, hurry up and meet me. ”

At that moment, the couple came to the gate and bowed to greet each other, and after a while, they saw a young man in brocade walking in from outside the door, followed by several entourages, holding a gift box in their hands.

Although the young man in brocade was handsome and extraordinary, he had a hint of femininity. I saw that he had foundation on his face, and his lips seemed to be smeared with Zhu Dan, and even the sword eyebrows were drawn with an eyebrow pencil.

The young man in brocade clothes came in and saw Wan Jiang and his wife, but he was not in a hurry, and said with a slight smile: "Gao Shang, the son of the eighth prince of Dajing, came to congratulate Old Man Wan on his birthday." The congratulatory gift is not a tribute, please smile. ”

Wan Jiang hurriedly saluted and said, "Master Gao, please come inside." It's hard for the eighth prince to remember the birthday of the family, and the Qingling Sect is grateful. ”

Then he asked the disciples around him to accept the gift box and took Gao Yi to sit down in the hall.

After settling Gao Shang, the couple came to the outside of the hall, Wan Jiang looked at Gao Shang from a distance and couldn't help frowning, and muttered in a low voice: "What kind of dress is this, it looks too crazy." ”

Miao Caiyi covered her mouth and smiled: "Husband doesn't know, this is from Haidongzhou. I've heard that most of the young people in the capital are dressed like this now, and this style is already very popular. ”

Wan Jiang shook his head and sighed: "Men are not men, women are not women, the world is declining." ”

Miao Caiyi asked: "Husband, I see that this person is almost here, why don't we go and invite my father out, why don't we have a banquet here?"

Wan Jiang looked outside the sect and replied in a deep voice: "Wait a little longer." ”

Miao Caiyi thought for a while, and said with relief: "I forgot, every time Qingyunfeng celebrates his father's birthday, I just don't know if they will come again this year?"

Wan Jiang looked at his wife and said with a smile: "Do you know, we hold a birthday banquet for my father every ten years, why does Qingyunfeng come every time?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Miao Caiyi to answer, so he continued: "Because when he fought with the Western Continent, my father once fought side by side with the kingfish predecessors of Qingyun Peak, and they are also comrades."

I heard my father say that hundreds of years ago, the predecessors of the king fish came in person, and later after becoming the peak master, there were many mundane affairs, so he sent disciples to congratulate his father on his birthday. ”

When Miao Caiyi heard this, her eyes couldn't help but light up, she looked at Wan Jiang and said: "Husband, if Qingyunfeng sends someone to come, then you might as well tell him about the evil things in Fushengmen, Qingyunfeng is a famous sect in Dajing, and he will definitely uphold justice for us." ”

When Wan Jiang heard this, he pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's a big face for people to come to congratulate my father on his birthday. Besides, how much incense is left? I don't want to trouble people.

Also, you also know that Qingyun Peak is a famous sect in the sky, and we don't care about the affairs of this world. I think it's better to forget it. ”

When Miao Caiyi heard her husband's words, she was also stunned.

If there are all the major sects in the world, if there are only Yuanying monks in the gate, it will be amazing in the eyes of mortals, just like the mansion of the gods. But in the eyes of the heavenly sect, it is like an ant caterpillar.

Only if there are monks in the door, and even Mahayana cultivators, can it be called a real immortal faction, and there are only a few in the whole Dajing, and that is where Dajing's high-end combat power lies.

Those heavenly factions are like immortals sitting on the cloud platform, looking down on the world from above, and they want to make people bow their heads and worship. Thinking about these trivial things in their own sect, people must be too lazy to pay attention to them.

Even if the husband is cheeky and begging others, they will help to say a word this time, and Fushengmen will never dare to make a mistake. But what about next time? Or what day will the old man be gone?

Miao Caiyi figured out this section, and couldn't help but sigh, looking at her husband's face full of sorrow, but she didn't know how to persuade her.

Just when the couple was suffering from gains and losses, they heard the disciple who greeted them outside the door shouting: "Qingyun Peak is in charge of teaching Wang Yu, and send the disciple to congratulate Old Man Wan on his birthday!"

The couple hurriedly stopped their thoughts, and with a grimace on their faces, they went to the door.

As soon as the two arrived at the door, they saw a short-haired woman walk in from outside the door, the woman was dressed in a white power suit, showing her graceful posture.

Looking at the woman's face, he was shocked, and he only felt that the woman's face had reached the extreme of people's imagination, and any words of praise seemed to be superfluous.

At this time, the dozens of people seated in the hall of the courtyard were suddenly silent, all of them were cultivators, and it was needless to say that their eyesight was good.

When they heard that Qingyun Peak was coming, they all looked out of the hall, only to feel that as soon as this woman in white clothes and short hair appeared, she occupied everyone's vision and thinking, as if there was only this indescribable peerless face left between heaven and earth.