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Spring and autumn come, and five years have passed quickly. In a quiet courtyard, Wang Qingzhi's family is eating.

A family of five, in addition to Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan couple, there are 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 the third son of Wang Qingzhi, who is six years old this year.

Two, two and one daughter are all three spiritual roots.

Wang Qingzhi looked at his children with doting eyes.

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

Wang Qiuhong frowned and said, "It's Brother Six, he's here again, sister and brother, hurry up, or he will finish our food again."

"Qiuhong, how can you talk! Your sixth brother is not an outsider, how can you say such a thing!"

Wang Qingzhi reprimanded with a straight face.

Wang Qiushuang curled her lips and said, "Dad, Brother Six always comes when we are having dinner, and every time we finish our meal."

Qi Shanshan glared at Wang Qiushuang, and said angrily: "After eating, mother will do it again. Your third uncle gave you some good food when it was fair, have you forgotten?"

"That's right, I brought food this time."

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

The boy was wearing a large golden brocade jacket, his belly was bulging, and it seemed that he would break the belt at any time.

This is Wang Qiuxin, the son of Wang Qingze.

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

"Nine uncles and nine aunts, seventh brother, eighth sister, 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: "Three uncles are too polite, Qiu Xin, you haven't had dinner yet! Come, sit down and have a little meal together, lady, go and serve Qiu Xin a meal."

Qi Shanshan responded and was about to go to the stove.

"No need, Aunt Jiu, I'll do it myself, I won't bother you with such trivial matters."

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.

"Father, mother, look, what am I talking about, the sixth brother even brought a bowl. His bowl is so big that one bowl tops ten of ours."

Wang Qiushuang pouted Yin Tao's small mouth and said a little displeased.

Wang Qingzhi stared and reprimanded: "Don't say such things that are not conducive to unity, family, what's wrong with eating a few bowls of rice, your sixth brother brought dishes this time, the third uncle is a first-order spiritual chef, and the meals he cooks are good It's delicious."

Qi Shanshan opened the food box and brought out the dishes inside. The five dishes and one soup were still hot.

In the kitchen, Wang Qiuxin took his own big bowl and filled it with rice, until the bowl was filled, he walked out contentedly.

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

Wang Changsheng retreated for seven years this time, and with the help of Xuanbing Cold Water, he successfully advanced to the ninth floor of the Foundation Establishment.

He looked at the little fat man in front of him, his face full of doubts, and he said somewhat uncertainly, "Are you Qiuhong?"

When Wang Qiuhong was a child, he liked to grab and eat, but after seven years of not seeing him, he became so fat.

Wang Qiuxin felt the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from Wang Changsheng's body, rolled his eyes, held the big bowl in both hands, bowed and said, "Grandson Wang Qiuxin pays respects to Uncle Ninth, grandson's father is Wang Qingze."

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized something, he suddenly remembered something, and asked in doubt, "You are the grandson of the third brother, why did you come here?"

Wang Qiuxin smiled shyly and said, "Grandpa asked me to bring some food to Ninth Uncle, and Ninth Uncle asked me to sit down and eat together, so I'll eat a little, Ninth Uncle, do you want to eat?"

He handed the big bowl in his hand to Wang Changsheng, and the crystal clear rice exuded an alluring aroma.

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

Wang Changsheng chuckled lightly and walked out.

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

"Congratulations, Father, for leaving the customs."

Wang Changsheng nodded, and his eyes fell on Wang Qiuhong and the others.

Wang Qingzhi understood, pointed at Wang Qiuhong and introduced, "Father, this is Qiuhong, Qiu Shuang, and Qiu Ming, all of them are your grandsons."

"The grandson has seen his grandfather, congratulations to his grandfather for leaving the customs."

The three of Wang Qiuhong 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 Qiuming, right! How old are you this year?"

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

Wang Qiuming said proudly.

Wang Changsheng had a surprised expression on his face, and said, "Qiu Ming has refined his Qi to a level? Yes, you have to practice diligently, and don't slack off, you know?"

"Understood, I will practice hard, grandfather."

Wang Qiuming nodded, his young face was full of seriousness.

"It's really good, as expected of a good grandson of my grandfather."

Wang Changsheng kissed Wang Qiuming with kindness on his face.

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

"Ninth brother, Uncle Twenty-one is back. Now you are in the council hall. You'd better go there. Something big has happened."

Wang Changsheng frowned and ordered Wang Qingzhi, "You guys continue to eat dinner, don't starve the child, I'll be back later."

After saying this, Wang Changsheng and Wang Changtai walked quickly towards the council room~www.readwn.com~. Wang Mingjiang was sitting on a chair, dressed in rags and in a trance.

Wang Changfeng was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, he had no breath, his skin was black, and he was obviously poisoned.

Wang Qingkai stood aside, frowning.

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

"Big brother!"

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

"Uncle Twenty-One, what's going on? Who made Big Brother like this?"

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

When Wang Mingjiang heard this, his eyes turned red, and he said with a choked voice, "It's me, it's me who caused Changfeng."

Wang Changsheng frowned, pondering for a moment, then he ordered Wang Qingkai and Wang Changtai, "You go down first, I have something to tell Uncle Twenty-one."

Wang Changtai and Wang Qingkai responded and turned to leave.

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

Wang Mingjiang let out a long sigh, wiped his tears, and told the whole story.

Knowing that Wang Mingjiang and Wang Changfeng robbed and killed the disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect, Wang Changsheng broke out in a cold sweat. He ignored that Wang Mingjiang was his elder, and said angrily: "Uncle Twenty-one, you are playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, you are a little careless. , Our entire family will be exterminated. You are so daring and dare to kill the disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect. If Taiyi Immortal Sect traces our Wang family, will our Wang family still survive? Don’t forget, how did Uncle Mingren worship Taiyi Immortal? door."