Chapter 425： Wang Qingyang gave birth to a son

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Taiyi Xianmen, a quiet courtyard. In a beautiful attic, Wang Mingren sat cross-legged on a futon, and the room was filled with a large number of golden and red light spots.

The golden and red light spots, along with Wang Mingren's breathing and breathing, gradually poured into his nose and disappeared. With the breathing and breathing, his breath slowly increased.

A quarter of an hour later, the golden and red light spots disappeared, and Wang Mingren opened his eyes, his eyes full of joy.

"Building the fifth floor!"

After Wang Changsheng refined the natal instrument for Wang Mingren, Wang Mingren went into seclusion.

This time, it took him seven years to advance from the fourth floor of the foundation building to the fifth floor of the foundation building.

This cultivation speed is already fast. The higher the realm of the cultivator, the higher the difficulty of cultivation.

There are individual foundation-building cultivators in Taiyi Xianmen, and there are not a few who are stuck on the fourth floor of the foundation-building.

Speaking of which, if he hadn't taken two Golden Yan Fruits, it would still take several years for him to advance to the fifth floor of the Foundation Establishment.

There are still more than ten years before the opening of the Taiyi Secret Realm. He has three 700-year-old golden fruit in his hand. After taking the golden fruit, it should not be a problem to advance to the sixth floor of the foundation before the Taiyi Secret Realm opens. He now needs to increase the fighting skills experience.

Having said that, he has experienced too little life-and-death battles. The disciples who enter the Taiyi Mystery Realm will be trained for a period of time by the Taiyi Immortal Sect. Even so, there are still many disciples who stay in the Taiyi Secret Realm forever. No matter how high it is, it is vulnerable to a single blow against monks or monsters of the same rank.

Wang Mingren has a clear plan for his future. He will definitely go to Taiyi Secret Realm, but he must also enrich his fighting skills.

Wang Mingren took out a palm-sized cyan paper crane and punched it into a spell. The surface of the paper crane lit up with a dazzling aura, and countless runes appeared.

"Brother Zhao, is it convenient for you now? Younger brother Wang Mingjiang, I want to chat with Brother Zhao about some personal matters."

After Wang Mingren said these words, a method hit the blue paper crane.

The cyan paper crane burst into a dazzling azure light, its size increased tenfold, its wings spread out, and it flew towards the outside.

The communication Fu Bing will bring his words to Zao Wou-Ki. He intends to follow Zao Wou-Ki to hunt down monsters and increase his fighting skills.

Two hours later, the communication talisman flew back, Wang Mingren hit the communication talisman with a dart, and Zao Wou-Ki's voice suddenly sounded: "Brother Wei is drinking tea with Junior Brother Xiao, if Junior Brother Wang is free, come here. Bar!"

Wang Mingren looked happy and walked out.

He sacrificed two red round wheels, jumped up, and flew towards the sky.

Wei State, Ping'an County.

In a quiet courtyard, Wang Ping'an looked nervous. Five five- or six-year-old children stood in front of him. Wang Qingyuan held a measuring ruler and tested the five children to see if they had spiritual roots.

Unfortunately, none of the five young children had spiritual roots, and Wang Ping'an's face was full of disappointment.

"Ping'an, they don't have spiritual roots. You don't have to be too sad, just a few wives and concubines."

"Wang Qingyuan put away the measuring ruler, patted Wang Ping'an on the shoulder, and comforted.

Wang Ping'an sighed and smiled bitterly: "I already have a wife and five concubines, more than 20 sons and grandsons, why can't I give birth to a cultivator?"

"The chance of mortals appearing as immortal cultivators is relatively low. After the number of mortals reaches a certain limit, the chances of appearing immortal cultivators are getting lower and lower. It's not your fault."

Hearing this, Wang Ping'an felt a little better, and asked, "How about father and mother? How about big sister and the others!"

"Nine uncles and nine aunts have retreated, but they haven't left. Qingqing and the others are doing fine. By the way, Qingyang's wife is about to give birth."

Wang Ping'an took off a piece of jade pendant on his chest and handed it to Wang Qingyuan: "Sixth brother, I don't have anything good either. This jade pendant was given to me by my father. Help me bring it to my fourth brother! It's just a little bit of my heart."

"Okay, no problem. You take good care of yourself. It's not very important whether you are born or not. Nine uncles and nine aunts hope you can live your life safely."

Wang Qingyuan comforted a few words, put away the jade pendant and left.

Qinglian Villa, a quiet courtyard.

Wang Qingyang stood outside the yard, looking nervous, while Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan stood aside.

"Brother, sister-in-law, Yan'er will be fine!"

Wang Qingyang asked nervously.

He is already at the eighth level of Qi refining, and his cultivation base is all based on medicinal pills. After getting married, the focus of his life has shifted to his children.

After Song Yongyan married Wang Qingyang, she had already given birth to two sons and a daughter. The two sons had no spiritual roots and had been sent to the secular world to be raised. The youngest daughter had five spiritual roots and had poor qualifications.

Wang Qingyang really wanted to have a child with three spiritual roots. This small wish is not too much.

"Aunts and aunts are all inside. They don't know how many children they have delivered. It will be fine. Don't worry! It's not your first time to be a father."

Wang Qingzhi patted Wang Qingyang's shoulder and comforted.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman walked out quickly and said with a smile on her face: "Qing Yang, congratulations, Yong Yan gave birth to a big fat boy, mother and child are safe."

Wang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the big stone in his heart.

"I have discussed it with the lady. If it is a boy, it will be called Wang Qiufeng."

Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan expressed their congratulations and sent a gift.

Wang Qingyang was not polite and accepted the gift.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I remember that Qiu Hong's age has reached the marriageable age. Have you found a good marriage for him?"

Wang Qingzhi grinned and said, "We plan to wait for the parents to leave the customs, and then arrange a marriage for him. This child has a stable personality, just like me."

Qi Shanshan gave a wry smile and complained: "You still know that Qiuhong is your son, so you have the heart to send your son out, why don't you tell the owner of the house, transfer Qiuhong back, and find him at home? bad."

"You are here again. After the clansmen become adults, they will be assigned to do things. No one can be an exception. You should not mention this kind of thing in the future."

Wang Qingzhi didn't want to keep his son by his side. Wang Qiuhong didn't like farming, and he wasn't interested in other skills. He couldn't learn it either. It wasn't a good thing to keep him at Qinglian Villa.

"I heard that Qiu Ming has already cultivated to the fifth level of qi refining. In ten or eight years, this kid will probably surpass my uncle, Qiu Shuang is not bad, brother, sister-in-law, I really envy you, who is not like me, just Qiu Lan Possessing spiritual roots, or five spiritual roots, is even worse than mine."

Having said this, Wang Qingyang has a sad face.

The aptitude of the Five Spiritual Roots, it is difficult to build a foundation to ascend to the sky.

Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan hurriedly spoke to comfort them. Relatively speaking, they were good. The three children were all three spiritual roots. At the fifth level of Qi, the speed of cultivation is the first in the Qiu generation.