On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, the lights in the Wang family manor were lit up, and everyone's face was filled with excited expressions.

Wang Mingyuan stood in the welcoming hall and greeted the guests who came to celebrate his birthday with a smile.

There were as many as two or three hundred of these guests, some of whom had only arrived today, and some of whom had arrived at the royal manor four or five days ago.

As early as half a month ago, Wang Changsheng asked Wang Changqing to send a team of clansmen to send the invitation to the Xiuxian family, who were friends with the Wang family.

"Brother Mingyuan, I heard that Ling Lang is back, why don't you introduce us to him?" said an old man in a yellow shirt with gray hair said with a smile, and beside him, there was a girl in a blue shirt with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

"That's right, Brother Mingyuan, on your birthday, why hasn't Ling Lang come out, can't you look down on us old guys?" said an old man in a blue robe with a red face with some displeasure, and beside him, stood a girl in a purple shirt with a graceful figure.

Most of the guests who came to celebrate their birthday were with a young woman, and they all came to celebrate their birthday with the intention of marrying the Wang family, and if they could get in touch with Wang Changsheng, they could provide great help for the development of their family.

"Sheng'er is dealing with some personal matters, and he will come out later, let's sit down first, there is a place where the hospitality is not considerate, please forgive me," Wang Mingyuan explained.

Hearing this, everyone's faces softened.

In a quiet courtyard of the Wang family's manor, Wang Changsheng and Wang Changxue sat at a stone table drinking tea and chatting, and Wang Changxue was holding a little girl carved in pink and jade in her arms.

"I didn't expect the eighth sister to worship in the Demon Dao Sect, it seems that she is right not to come back," Wang Changxue sighed and said in a low voice.

"Yes, but I didn't expect the eighth sister to be so fierce, if I forcibly brought her back, she would kill herself in front of me," Wang Changsheng nodded and said with a wry smile.

"The eighth sister's temperament is like that, by the way, this is your niece Li Pingping, you haven't hugged the seventh brother yet! hug you," Wang Changxue said with a smile, and after speaking, she gently handed over the little girl who had been sleeping in her arms.

Wang Changsheng nodded and took it.

The little girl's face is pink, her facial features are delicate, her skin is white and red, her big black eyes look straight at Wang Changsheng, and her mouth makes a babbling sound, which is very cute.

Wang Changsheng held the little girl in his left hand, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the little girl's wrist lightly, and began to let the spiritual power flow slowly in his body, but after a while, he let go of his wrist.

"This kid's qualifications are good, it turns out to be a double spirit root, these two magic weapons can be regarded as a gift from my uncle!" Wang Changsheng praised, returned the little girl to Wang Changxue, and then took out a blue short sword and a green bead, and handed it to Wang Changxue.

The two magic weapons were shining, and they were both top-level magic weapons.

"Then I'll thank you for your uncle for Ping'er," Wang Changxue thanked and accepted the two magic weapons.

"If she wants to enter the Taiqing Palace when she grows up, she has to work hard to cultivate in the future, otherwise my uncle won't be able to help her if he wants to," Wang Changsheng said with a smile.

When Wang Changxue heard this, her face was overjoyed, and she thanked her again.

Wang Changxue knew that if her daughter stayed in the Li family, there was a chance that she would use it as a tool for marriage and marry a child of a certain Xiuxian family, and she didn't want her daughter to repeat her mistakes, and Wang Changsheng also knew this, so she would say such a thing.

"Eldest sister, seventh brother, the guests have all arrived, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it later! The guests have been waiting for a long time, and it is time to have an opinion," Wang Changqing walked in and urged.

Wang Changsheng nodded and walked out with Wang Changxue.

As soon as Wang Changsheng appeared, he naturally attracted the attention of the birthday guests, and they were talking words of praise while introducing the young woman beside Wang Changsheng to him.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, and because of his feelings, he politely refused, saying that he had a sweetheart.

When the birthday guests knew that Wang Changsheng had a sweetheart, they were very disappointed and did not pester Wang Changsheng any more.

At the banquet, a group of guests pushed their glasses and changed their lamps, some talked and laughed, which was very lively.

When it got dark, the guests said goodbye and left.

After celebrating his father's birthday, Wang Changsheng stayed at home for more than half a month, and in addition to guiding the young clansmen to draw talismans, he was talking to his father.

On this day, on a certain mountain near Fumo Mountain, Wang Changsheng, father and son, stood in front of a tomb.

Wang Changsheng looked at his mother's tombstone and felt a little sad in his heart.

"Okay, it's not too early, put incense on your mother, let's go on the road! Pay attention to safety on the road, and go home when you are free," Wang Mingyuan sighed lightly and said a little gloomily.

Wang Changsheng nodded, lit a bouquet of incense, inserted it in front of his mother's grave, and then kowtowed a few times.

"Dad, don't stay too late, it's windy here, go back early," Wang Changsheng said with concern.

Wang Mingyuan nodded, waved his hand, and motioned for Wang Changsheng to leave.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and Xiao Hei rushed out in the billowing black qi and levitated in front of him.

"Dad, I'm leaving, I'll come back to see you when I have time," After speaking, Wang Changsheng jumped on Xiao Hei's back, Xiao Hei's body twisted, and carried Wang Changsheng quickly to the sky, and Brother Ji disappeared into the sky after flashing.

Wang Mingyuan looked at Wang Changsheng's departing back and sighed heavily.

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In Guanning County, a middle-aged man in a blue robe stepped on a blue giant sword and flew slowly in the air, Zhao Qingshan rode a brilliant cyan paper eagle to keep pace with him, and dozens of disciples of the Taiqing Palace followed behind the two.

Just when the group passed over a green mountain range, two sounds of "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounded in the air, and two black lights rose from the mountains below with amazing momentum, heading straight for Zhao Qingshan.

The speed of the black light was extremely fast, and after a few flashes, it arrived not far in front of Zhao Qingshan.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan's face changed, and with a wave of one hand, a blue light and a red light flashed out, but it was a cyan short sword and a red flying knife with a length of a foot, facing two black lights.

"Bang" and "bang" sounds, and the four collided together.

The black light flashed, revealing the body of two black lights, but they were two black arrows with a length of two feet.

At the same time as the two black lights appeared, two black rays of light rose from the two mountain peaks, and after a few flashes, they appeared behind the foundation building disciples of the Taiqing Palace.

The two black rays of light were two monks wearing black robes and black grimace masks.

A black-robed monk raised his sleeves, and three black flying knives flashed out, turning into three black rays of light and slashing towards all the foundation building stage disciples.

A scream sounded, and more than a dozen foundation building monks didn't have time to react before they were beheaded by three black flying knives.

The other black-robed man raised his right hand, and a green glittering order flag flashed out, and after swaying in the wind, it turned into a hideous demon several feet high.

The demon stretched out his furry hands and grabbed at the two nearby Tsukiji monks.

Two screams rang out one after another, and the bodies of the two Tsukiji monks were grabbed by the ghost hands, and their bodies shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dozens of foundation-building monks, in less than a few breaths, all died, and their bodies quickly fell towards the mountains below.

At this time, the middle-aged man who stepped on the blue giant sword also reacted.

"Who are you, and how dare you attack us?" said the middle-aged man, frowning.

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a blue bead flashed out and hovered above his head.

The two black-robed monks did not answer, and drove three black throwing knives and a fierce demon to attack them.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face sank, and he opened his mouth to spew out a blue short sword and greeted him.

At this time, two black rays of light rose from the mountain below, and finally stopped in front of Zhao Qingshan and the others, both of whom were also wearing grimace masks and black robes.

Four black-robed monks surrounded Zhao Qingshan and the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan frowned, his lips moved slightly, and the middle-aged man nodded.

Zhao Qingshan pinched the trick with one hand, and the light of the cyan short sword and the red flying knife rose, knocking two black arrows away, and at the same time, the middle-aged man controlled the blue short sword and flew three black flying knives, one of which circled, and slashed towards the hideous demon.

Seeing this, the hideous demon turned into a green light and retreated behind him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qingshan stepped on the cyan paper eagle under his feet, turned into a green light and flew towards the mountain range below, and the cyan short sword and the red flying knife circled and followed him towards the mountain range below.

The middle-aged man's body flickered, and he merged with the blue short sword, turning into a blue light and flying towards the sky, and after a few flashes, it was in the void hundreds of zhang away.

Seeing this, the four black-robed monks chased after Zhao Qingshan without hesitation.

It wasn't long before a scream rang out from the mountains.