Chapter 2： wangjiazhen

In addition to Wang Changsheng, there are ten mortals on the island. These ten mortals were sent by the family of Ping'an County to take care of Wang Changsheng's food and daily life.

Wang Qiusheng was in charge of delivering meals and clearing dishes. According to his seniority, he should be called Wang Changsheng as Ninth Uncle.

Wang Changsheng sat down, picked up his chopsticks and took a mouthful of white rice.

After breakfast, Wang Changsheng walked out of the Qinglian Pavilion, his lips moved a few times, and a large white mist appeared under his feet.

After the white fog rolled and condensed, it turned into a mass of white clouds of about a zhang size, and suspended there quietly, like a flat ground.

The soaring clouds and fog technique is a primary and low-level flying technique. The flying speed is not fast, but if there is no flying magic weapon, most of the monks in the qi refining stage will practice this technique.

Wang Changsheng walked to the top of the white cloud, and the white cloud slowly lifted into the sky and flew towards the distance.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to land in a valley. The rock walls on both sides of the valley were full of potholes, and there were a lot of gravel scattered on the ground. He often came here to practice spells.

Because the spiritual energy of Lotus Island is barren, cultivation is less effective, and he spends most of his time cultivating spells.

Wang Changsheng let out a sigh of relief, and began to chant something in his mouth, his hands clasped together endlessly, forming strange seals one by one.

After a while, a large amount of blue light emerged from Wang Changsheng's body, and quickly condensed into a crystal ice cone that was about a foot long, emitting bursts of cold air.

"go."

Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand to hit the stone wall lightly and shouted softly.

As soon as the voice fell, the crystal ice cone went straight to the stone wall.

After a cracking sound rang out, there was a pit more than a foot deep on the stone wall, and the pit was covered with a layer of frost.

"Success!"

When Wang Changsheng witnessed this scene, his face showed joy.

The ice cone technique is a primary and middle-level spell, and its power is not particularly great. It took Wang Changsheng more than half a year to finally cultivate the ice cone technique to a great consummation.

Spells are divided into three stages: entry, small success, and great perfection according to their power and casting time. Under normal circumstances, it takes ten days and a half to learn a primary spell. If you want to cultivate a primary spell to small success, It takes two or three months. If you want to practice primary spells to the Great Perfection, at least it will take more than half a year.

To be honest, when Wang Changsheng first came to Lotus Island, a place where birds don't poop, he still had a lot of criticism towards his father, but after staying for three years, his mood changed and he gradually understood his father's difficulties.

In the past three years, his cultivation speed is like a turtle crawling, but his mood is much firmer. In addition, he has also cultivated five primary spells to the Great Perfection, and he can cast spells instantly. If he still stays in the family to cultivate, he will You may not spend so much time practicing spells.

A morning passed quickly, and Wang Changsheng practiced spells in the morning.

At noon, when he returned to Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Qiusheng just brought his lunch.

Wang Qiusheng put down the meal and left.

Two dishes and one soup, steamed green sparrow egg, meatball tofu soup, braised venison.

The ingredients are all sent by the Wang family's own clan, and they are all high-quality ingredients. The cook is also a first-class cook. The only drawback is that there is no spiritual energy.

Wang Changsheng drank a bowl of soup and was about to use his chopsticks when Wang Qiusheng walked in quickly, holding a letter in his hand, his face full of nervousness.

"Ninth Uncle, it's strange that people in Wangjiazhen have died one after another, do you think?"

Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Bring it to me to see."

Wang Qiusheng did not dare to neglect, and handed the letter with both hands.

Wang Changsheng swept his gaze, pondered for a while, and instructed, "Do you know the mayor of Wangjia Town?"

"I know, according to the seniority, Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia Town, is the third uncle of the grandson."

"Go back and pack up, bring some dry food, and follow me to Wangjia Town."

More than 90% of the people in Wangjia Town are from the Wang family, and the people of this town are the key protection objects of Wang Changsheng.

When something happened to Wangjiazhen, Wang Changsheng naturally didn't dare to neglect.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qiusheng came to Qinglian Pavilion with a burden on his back. Behind him, there was a beautiful girl in a blue dress.

Wang Changsheng looked at the girl in the blue dress and instructed, "Qiuyue, while I'm away, Lotus Island will be handed over to you. If you receive any letter, send someone to Wangjia Town immediately."

"Yes, Uncle Ninth."

Walking out of the Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Changsheng moved his lips a few times, and a white cloud rose out of nowhere.

Even though it wasn't the first time they saw Wang Changsheng cast spells, Wang Qiusheng and Wang Qiuyue still had envious looks on their faces.

The white cloud carrying Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng slowly rose and flew into the distance. After a while, the two disappeared into the sky.

Wangjia Town is a small town with a population of more than 5,000 people. There is a small river in the north of the town with a width of 30 feet. Along the river is a large area of ​​farmland.

The people of Wangjia Town live a self-sufficient life by farming and hunting.

There is only one street in Wangjia Town, and the street is in the north-south direction. There are hundreds of wooden or brick buildings, large and small, at the southern end. One of the courtyards is the most imposing. The two-foot-high vermilion gate looks majestic. It is covered with shiny copper nails, shining brightly in the sunlight.

On the left and right sides of the courtyard entrance, there is a ferocious stone lion on each side.

At the door hangs a black plaque with a length of 10 feet, with the four golden characters "Wang's Ancestral Hall" engraved on it, which is very conspicuous.

In the main hall, more than 20 elderly people over 500 years old gathered together. A rich old man in his 50s or 60s sat on the main seat. The rich old man was Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia Town.

Wang Qingyun is 67 years old today. He is the highest-ranking person in Wangjiazhen. He is highly respected and elected by everyone as the mayor.

The old men on both sides of him are representatives of various branches of Wangjia Town.

It is worth noting that, next to Wang Qingyun, there are two arresters, one tall and one short, with solemn expressions.

The two arrests were also members of the Wang family. Originally, they were not qualified to participate in a clan meeting of this scale, but now that there was a murder case, Wang Qingyun asked them to participate in today's clan meeting.

A tall and thin old man stood up, cupped his hands at Wang Qingyun, and asked, "Third uncle, what's going on? Haven't the murderer been caught yet? Tianhu and Tianlong are you? For the sake of fast capture, why haven't we caught the murderer after so many days?"

"Uncle Liu, it's not that our brothers are incompetent, but we are incapable of doing anything. The victim has no scars, there are no signs of fighting in the house, and there are no outsiders in the town. This is obviously done by ghosts." The short and fat Chu Kuai smiled wryly. explained.

Although the people of Wangjia Town have not been able to cultivate immortals, they all know that there are immortal practitioners in the world, and they also believe that there are ghosts in the world.

"I'll just say it! It's definitely not man-made, and it's not what I expected."

"That's right, I guessed it, it was really made by ghosts."

"Since you know it was done by ghosts? Then what are you waiting for? I remember that there are celestial masters in Ping'an County, bless our side. Fifth Uncle, send someone to invite the celestial master of our family to get rid of the ghosts, otherwise we will not dare to do so at night. When I sleep, I am afraid of dying in a daze, so I only dare to squint for a while during the day."

The representatives of each branch expressed their opinions one after another, and I said one.

Wang Qingyun waved his hand and instructed: "Okay, be quiet, I have sent flying pigeons to pass a letter to notify the Celestial Master of my family. Before the Celestial Master of my family arrives, you should restrain your clan, and don't go out alone at night, so as not to Another family member was killed."

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man walked in quickly, his face full of joy.

"Father, Cousin Qiusheng has brought the Celestial Master of his family here."

When Wang Qingyun heard this, he immediately stood up and asked, "Where is the Celestial Master? Hurry up and lead the way, but don't neglect the Celestial Master of this family."

After saying this, Wang Qingyun walked out quickly, and the other Wang family members followed.

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