Rise of Qinglian

Wang Changsheng nodded and said: "Qingyuan, don't worry! As long as Qiu Zheng does not violate the clan rules, practices hard, and contributes to the family, he can build a foundation."

Wang Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. With Wang Changsheng and Wang Qingkai's guarantee, the big stone in his heart was relieved.

"Uncle Jiu, go and see Ping An! He is a mortal. Even if he takes the Yangyuan Pill, he won't be able to survive for long. Before he dies, he will definitely want to see you and Aunt Jiu."

Wang Changsheng sighed and ordered to Wang Qingkai: "Take good care of Qingyuan, I'll be right back."

"Wait, Uncle Jiu, there is something I need to tell you."

Wang Qingkai stopped Wang Changsheng and looked troubled.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

"Qiu Yin embezzled 3,000 spiritual stones from the family property. The clan members who had close contact with him were infected with the culture of corruption, which had a bad influence. I sent people to arrest him and behead him in public. Other corrupt people were dismissed from their posts and investigated to serve as a warning. Tianjue bullies men and dominates women, which affects the reputation of this clan. I have sent people to arrest him and ban him for a period of time."

"Qiu Yin? Tian Jue? Who are they?"

Wang Changsheng was slightly startled and confused.

"Qiu Yin is the great-nephew of Uncle Mingren, and Tianjue is your great-grandson. He has molested the female monks of the small family many times, and has many wives and concubines, which affects the reputation of the family."

A strange look flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes. He did not expect that Wang Qingkai acted so decisively, and the head of the family thought that he was right.

"You've done a good job, but you didn't handle Tianjue well. If the crime he committed is true, he will be imprisoned for life. Don't let him go. In addition, you should send people to investigate more. Who dares to do anything that will harm the family?" When it comes to matters of profit and family reputation, no matter who it is, even if it is my son or daughter, they will be severely punished and will not be spared lightly."

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The family has just shown signs of prosperity, and there are a few mouse droppings. Wang Changsheng must take the lead.

After hearing this, Wang Qingkai breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was not worried about dealing with Wang Mingren's grandnephew. After all, Wang Mingren had not yet formed a pill, and Wang Mingren had too many brothers and sisters. He may not know that Wang Qiuyin, Wang Changsheng He doesn't have many children and grandchildren, and he is the highest-level immortal cultivator in his family. Wang Qingkai doesn't dare to go too far.

With Wang Changsheng's words, Wang Qingkai could go about his business freely.

In the secular world, there is a magnificent courtyard or an exquisite pavilion.

Wang Ping'an was lying on the bed, his face covered with wrinkles, and a group of children and grandchildren stood in the room with different expressions.

Wang Ping'an is one of the richest men in the secular world. He has many wives and concubines and many descendants. They all want to share more of their property.

"Tail, is there still no one here?"

Wang Ping'an asked, feebly.

"Father, no, the master didn't send anyone here."

A middle-aged man replied that the main family he was talking about was Qinglian Villa, and everyone present knew that Wang Ping'an was from the main family.

Wang Ping'an's expression darkened and he murmured to himself: "You still haven't come? Is it my life?"

"It's not your life, it's the difference between immortals and mortals, and dad doesn't want to." A man's voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue escaping light flew in and landed in front of Wang Ping'an's bed. It was Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Wang Pingan lying on the bed and everyone in the room, and sighed.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Ping'an looked extremely excited and struggled to sit up.

Wang Changsheng stopped him and told the middle-aged man: "You all go down! No one is allowed to come near this place."

"Get down, all of you."

Wang Ping'an waved his hand and ordered.

After hearing this, others left one after another, leaving Wang Changsheng and Wang Ping'an alone in the room.

Wang Ping'an burst into tears and looked very excited. He choked and said: "The unfilial son Wang Ping'an wants to greet his father. The child has not been filial to the bed these years. The child is unfilial."

Wang Changsheng patted Wang Pingan on the shoulder and said kindly: "You are not unfilial. Both your father and mother know your filial piety. Your mother is practicing in seclusion and cannot come here. Don't blame her."

This son had no spiritual roots and was sent to the secular world at the age of five. He never returned to Qinglian Villa and never saw Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan again.

Wang Pingan and Wang Ruyan have always been thinking about Wang Pingan, but immortals are different. They did not take Wang Pingan to their side. Wang Changsheng must set an example, as mortals reproduce too fast.

Wang Ping'an howled and cried, all the years of grievances were poured out. He thought his parents had forgotten him, but he didn't expect that Wang Changsheng would come to visit him before he died.

"My child is not weird about my mother. When my child gets married and has children, my mother sends people to give her gifts. My child always remembers my mother's kindness. Dad, how is Tianqi?"

Wang Pingan wiped his tears and asked with a smile.

He gave birth to forty-five sons and twenty-six daughters in his life, with over a hundred grandsons, hundreds of great-grandchildren, and thousands of great-great-grandchildren. With such a large base, only Wang Tianqi had spiritual roots.

"She is very good. She has already established the foundation. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Dad will help you complete it."

Wang Ping'an hesitated for a moment and said expectantly: "Dad, after the child dies, cremate my body and scatter the ashes at Qinglian Villa, okay? I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa."

At the end of the sentence, his eyes turned red and tears flowed out. After so many years, he still wanted to go back to Qinglian Villa. There were his parents, brothers and sisters in Qinglian Villa. He had no worries about food and clothing in the secular world, and everyone was happy. Respect him and protect him, but he always feels like an outsider. In his eyes, Qinglian Villa is his home.

If you can't go back during your lifetime, it would be nice to be able to go back after your death.

Wang Changsheng sighed lightly, nodded and said, "Okay, dad promises you that he will scatter your ashes at Qinglian Villa."

After hearing this, Wang Ping'an showed a happy smile on his face. He looked at the slowly setting sun through the open window and murmured to himself: "Dad, if there is an afterlife, I hope my child will be born again in Qinglian Villa. It would be great to have spiritual roots and stay by your side so that we can eat together, practice together, and chat together as a family."

"Yes, it will definitely happen."

Wang Changsheng comforted him, his eyes a little red.

He has mixed emotions now. He can hear that Wang Ping'an really wants to cultivate immortality, and he really wants to live with his parents, brothers and sisters, but since he has no spiritual roots, he has no hope in this life and can only place his hope in the afterlife.

Wang Pingan looked at the sunset that was slowly setting. A flower appeared in front of his eyes. The figures of Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingzhi and Wang Qingyang appeared in the sunset. They were waving to Wang Pingan.

"Peace, come to Mom, there is delicious food here."

"Brother, let me teach you how to make a puppet beast! Puppet beasts are so fun."

"Third brother, let's go and play in the spiritual field with my brother. My brother will take you to catch spiritual shrimps."

Wang Ping'an raised his hand and used his last strength to grab it towards the setting sun and said, "I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa, I really want to go back."

After saying this, he felt sleepy coming over him, his heavy eyelids slowly closed, and he lost his breath.

Wang Changsheng felt very sad and couldn't help crying. He watched his son die in his arms, unable to do anything. He was really sad.