~： 465 Homecoming

"Two people ran away. They may have magic weapons on them. The magic weapons belong to me. You divided the storage bags for the two of them. Let's go after them."

The young man in yellow shirt suggested.

The black-robed man smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, they won't run far. Those flying needles have been smeared with a variety of poisons. The more they use mana, the faster the poison will strike. I have a second-order rat bat with a keen sense of smell. It's only a matter of time before we catch up with them, let's talk about the ownership of the treasure! There is no problem with the magic weapon belonging to Fellow Daoist Li, and the property on that man belongs to me."

The young man in yellow shirt looked at the other man, who had no opinion.

If all the treasures were here, they might have a big fight, but the two foundation-building cultivators escaped, and they must be restrained. Who knows how many good things the other two have.

After dividing the things, the black-robed man put away the peacock feathers and released a huge black bat. The bat has a long tail and an extremely small head.

The three jumped on the back of the black bat, and the black bat flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

In an endless dense forest, Wang Mingjiang's face was pale and sweating profusely.

"Damn, the needles are poisonous."

He cursed and hurriedly took out two blue pills and swallowed them.

A black light flew from a distance and landed in front of him, it was Mo Caiyun.

Long before Wang Mingjiang set off, they negotiated that Mo Caiyun was in charge of responding to Wang Mingjiang, which was to prevent murder and stealing treasures.

"Husband, are you alright!"

Mo Caiyun said with concern.

Wang Mingjiang shook his head and said, "I'm poisoned, go away and escape from the ground, they are about to chase after me."

Mo Caiyun nodded, took out a short yellow ruler, shook it gently, and released a large yellow glow, covering her and Wang Mingjiang, and they disappeared into the ground.

Half an hour later, a huge bat flew from a distance.

"This guy is a body cultivator, and his resistance should be stronger, but there is no cure for the mixed poison, unless he gets a third-order detoxification pill. Li Daoyou, you found him, do you know his residence?"

The young man in yellow shirt nodded and said, "I know, in Tianquan Mountain, he also has a double cultivator and three children. He must not be far away."

"If you drag your family with you, you will definitely not be able to run away. Let's go to Tianquan Mountain."

The black bat slapped its wings and flew into the distance.

Wei State, Qinglian Villa.

In the Talisman Making Institute, Wang Qingyun was refining the first-order flying talismans, and the five clansmen were watching.

The family has set up nine branches to be in charge of different affairs. Wang Qingzhi is in charge of the agricultural and fishery courtyard, and manages the spirit fields and spirit fish. Wang Changhuan is in charge of the refining institute and manages the refining instruments. She managed it, Wang Changyue was in charge of the formation, Wang Qingqi was in charge of alchemy, Wang Changhao was in charge of the War Power Institute, Wang Changmin was in charge of the preaching institute, imparting knowledge of cultivating immortals, Wang Qingyuan was in charge of general affairs, and he was in charge of personnel transfer and finance.

Each branch is divided into several halls, responsible for different affairs.

Take the Talisman School, which is in charge of Wang Qingyun as an example. The Talisman School has three halls under its jurisdiction, namely, Fuzhitang, Fuzhitang, and Materials Hall. There are 30 people in the three halls.

The Fuzhitang is responsible for refining talismans, and the number of people is relatively small. The Fuzhitang is responsible for making blank talisman paper, and the material hall is responsible for providing talismans, dansha, talisman paper and other materials for making talismans. The talismans refined by the talisman master, It will be handed over to Wang Qingyun, and Wang Qingyun will be handed over to the family.

The more talismans handed in each month, the more merit points Wang Qingyun gets, and the same goes for everyone else.

After a member of the Wang family was born, he was tested for spiritual roots at the age of five. If he did not have spiritual roots, he was sent to the secular world. He was raised by a special person. With spiritual roots, he entered the preaching institute and learned about immortality. After the age of ten, he entered other branches one after another. , do some things within their ability, mainly to see which skills they like, and guide them. Those who are interested in alchemy can go to the alchemy institute after the age of eighteen. If they can pass the assessment of Wang Qingqi, they can stay in the alchemy institute to do things. , If you can't learn any skills, you can only be sent out to work as shop assistants in the shop opened by the Wang family, or be responsible for escorting goods, or buying goods, or inquiring about news. This kind of clan is the most, not every one. Cultivators can master a skill.

There are too few foundation-building cultivators in the Wang family, and only some foundation-building cultivators have mastered a skill, such as Wang Changhao, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Qingjun are all responsible.

One after another cyan runes appeared in Wang Qingyun's pen. After painting the last rune, the cyan paper cranes suddenly burst into azure light, as if they had come to life. They spread their wings and fanned lightly, and their body soared. The sky hovered uncertainly.

As soon as Wang Qingyun raised her hand, the blue paper crane quickly returned to its original size and fell into Wang Qingyun's hand.

"First-order low-grade flying rune soldiers, you have watched it many times, do you understand?"

Wang Qingyun put away the blue paper crane, looked at the surrounding clansmen, and asked in a pleasant manner.

"I seem to understand, but it takes practice to know if I understand."

"Okay, you should practice slowly. The difficulty of refining the first-order talisman is much higher than that of the first-order talisman, and the price is also high. If you can refine the flying talisman, your treatment will also improve. Come on! If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

"Understood, fifth sister (fifth aunt)."

Now the Qingzi generation is the mainstay of the Wang family, and the Qiuzi generation grows up to do things one after another.

In the conference hall, Wang Qingkai was talking to Wang Qingshan and Wang Qingjun.

"Seventh brother, twelfth brother, you must hand over your things to Uncle Mingren, hurry up and come back."

They retreated for two years. Wang Qingshan was still on the fifth floor of the foundation building, but Wang Qingjun was lucky enough to enter the third floor of the foundation building. They were going to Taiyi Xianmen to send some resources to Wang Mingren.

"Don't worry, Patriarch, we must personally hand over the things to Uncle Mingren, and we will come back immediately after we deliver the things."

Wang Qingshan agreed, and he and Wang Qingjun turned around and left.

The journey was long and they didn't bring anyone else with them.

After leaving Qinglian Mountain, Wang Qingshan released three cunning, and the three cunning carried the two of them into the sky.

As soon as they left their front feet, a blue light flew from a distance. It was Wang Changtai. Wang Changtai was panic-stricken and rushed up the mountain.

Half an hour later, a Fire Feather Eagle flew out from the Qinglian Villa. Wang Qingkai, Wang Qingqi, and Wang Changtai sat on the Fire Feather Eagle's back. The faces of the three were extremely ugly.

Qinglianfang City, an inn.

Wang Mingjiang was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face was black, and Mo Caiyun was standing by the head of the bed, his face was full of tears.

Wang Changxin and the other three stood aside, their young faces were full of dazed expressions.

"Well!"

Wang Mingjiang opened his heavy eyelids Mo Caiyun wiped away the tears on his face and asked with concern, "Husband, how are you?"

"Have we returned to Qinglian Mountain?"

Wang Mingjiang's tone was weak, he held his breath, just to return to Qinglian Mountain to prove the identity of his children.

"I'm back, I'm back, husband, I have good news for you. There is a cultivator in your royal family. It's your nephew Wang Changsheng.

Mo Caiyun squeezed a smile on his face and comforted.

"Longevity has formed a pill?" Wang Mingjiang's eyes lit up and nodded with relief: "It's good to form a pill, it's good to form a pill."

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside, and Wang Qingkai and the three walked in quickly.

"Uncle Twenty-one! Qingqi, let's take a look at Uncle Twenty-one."

When Wang Qingkai saw Wang Mingjiang, his eyes suddenly turned red.