Chapter 563： Current status of children and grandchildren

In the eyes of low-level cultivators, cultivator Jiedan has great powers, but at this moment, Wang Changsheng realized how insignificant he was. Wang Ping'an had no spiritual roots, died of old age, and the feeling of being powerless made his heart aches.

You must know that Wang Qingyang did not build a foundation, and his lifespan is almost exhausted. Many of Wang Changsheng's grandchildren have not built a foundation. The same thing will still happen.

Dao Wu, his relatives and friends will leave him one by one. If he cannot cultivate to a higher level, he will be like Wang Ping'an and eventually turn into a pile of bones.

"Dad takes you home, Daddy takes you home."

Wang Changsheng wiped away his tears, picked up Wang Ping'an's body, and walked out.

Wang Ping'an's children and grandchildren stood outside the courtyard and did not dare to approach.

"I'm going to take him home, and you can get a tomb."

After Wang Changsheng said this, he turned into a blue light and walked away.

Back at Qinglian Villa, Wang Changsheng called his children and grandchildren and cremated Wang Ping'an on the spot.

Wang Qingyang's lifespan is almost exhausted, and his head is full of white hair. It is estimated that it will be a few years.

Wang Ping'an was sent to the world at the age of five. Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingzhi and Wang Qingyang were a little sad. Wang Qiushuang and other grandchildren had heard of Wang Ping'an, but they had never met him before, so their moods did not fluctuate too much.

Half of Wang Ping'an's ashes were sprinkled in Qinglian Villa, and the other half were placed in an urn. Wang Changsheng set up a spiritual plaque for Wang Ping'an, which read "The Spiritual Position of Dutiful Son, Wang Ping'an", and placed it in the side room as a memory.

Wang Changsheng chatted with them and asked about their current situation.

Wang Qingqing gave birth to two sons and a daughter. Unfortunately, except for Zhao Ziyu, the other two children have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortals.

Zhao Ziyu has already started cultivating immortals, and is quite interested in the art of puppets. He has a relatively high level of puppet making and has won the true inheritance of Wang Qingqing. It is not surprising that future generations stand on the shoulders of predecessors and have a little talent. can go farther than before.

Qi Shanshan has already died, and Wang Qingzhi has not remarried. He has two sons and a daughter, and it is a good time. Both sons have established foundations, but the daughter has no such luck.

After Qi Shanshan left, Wang Qingzhi devoted most of his energy to nurturing his grandson. Wang Qiuhong and Wang Qiushuang were married, but Wang Qiuming was not yet married.

Wang Qingzhi has five grandsons and three grandsons, and his aptitude is mediocre, but Wang Qingzhi believes that if there is a will, things will come true.

The Wang family now collects a lot of books on planting. Wang Qingzhi and Lingzhifu in the clan organized together, added some new content, and compiled a "Wang's Lingzhi Outline" for the convenience of future generations. As time goes by, some spiritual plants must disappear, and new ones will appear.

Wang Qingyang is a first-class top-grade winemaker. He has three sons and two daughters, but his qualifications are mediocre. He has not established a foundation, and his grandchildren are not outstanding. He now puts his hopes on his great-grandson.

"My mother and I are either in seclusion or traveling. We can't take care of you all the time. You have to take care of yourself, understand?"

Wang Changsheng said earnestly and earnestly, the death of Wang Ping'an touched him a lot.

Wang Qingqing and others agreed in unison, and they all spoke to comfort Wang Changsheng, so that Wang Changsheng would not be too sad.

Wang Changsheng told them a few words, and then let them back off. Wang Qingyuan didn't leave, his face was embarrassed, and he seemed to have something to say.

"Qing Yang, there are no outsiders here, you can just say it if you have something to say."

Wang Changsheng looked at Wang Qingyang with white hair, sighed lightly, and said pleasantly.

"Father, Tian Jue is only twenty-five years old. He has done something wrong and should be punished, but he will be imprisoned for life, isn't it too harsh? I hope Daddy will spare him this time! The child promises that he will be strictly disciplined in the future. I will never let you do anything that will humiliate the reputation of the family."

Wang Qingyang knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. Wang Tianjue was his favorite grandson. Wang Qingyang couldn't bear Wang Tianjue's life in prison, so he begged Wang Changsheng.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng's face turned cold, and he scolded unceremoniously: "Strict discipline? You are too embarrassed to say this, if you strictly disciplined him, he would bully men and women, and molest female monks from many small families. What? He will be imprisoned for life, half of your responsibility."

"Father, it's all the child's fault. No matter how you punish the child, the child will admit it. Please forgive Tian Jue! He is only twenty-five years old!"

Wang Qingyang burst into tears and kowtowed several times.

Wang Changsheng sighed lightly and said, "There are national laws and family rules. He is my great-grandson. If he did something wrong, he must not be forgiven lightly. The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. You don't want to beg for him, it's enough to forgive him if you don't kill him."

He remembered Wang Ping'an who had just passed away, looked at Wang Qingyang who was kneeling in front of him, his heart softened, and he sighed: "You still have so many grandchildren, pick one with better qualifications and send it to me, and I will take good care of him."

He is the pillar of the family and a father. He raised a great-grandson by his side, but he did not violate the rules of the family, and he could appease Wang Qingyang.

"Thank you, Dad, I hope I am interested in the art of refining tools He has always wanted to learn the art of refining tools from his great-grandfather, so the boy will send him here."

Wang Changsheng's face softened, he helped Wang Qingyang, wiped his tears for him, and said, "How old are you, you are still like a child, take good care of your body, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, don't be too laborious."

Wang Qingyang agreed, and Wang Changsheng talked to him for a while and told him to go back to rest.

Wang Changsheng looked at Wang Qingyang's leaving back and sighed lightly.

Wang Ruyan has reached a critical moment in her practice. As long as she enters the ninth floor of Foundation Establishment, she will be able to use the Pill Formation Spirit to impact the Pill Formation Stage.

During this period, Wang Changsheng will always be at Qinglian Villa to protect Wang Ruyan.

Wang Changyue walked in quickly, her expression was a little sad, she sighed lightly, and comforted: "Brother, I heard about peace, life and death are fate, don't be too sad."

"Thank you, Chang Yue, the one who is most worried about brother now is you. You are too old to be young. It's time to find one."

Immortal cultivators do not necessarily have to get married, but Liu Qinger left a last word before his death, asking Wang Changsheng to find a good marriage for Wang Changyue. Wang Changsheng always remembered this matter.

"We'll talk about this later. Have you set up a spirit card for Ping An? My aunt couldn't give him the last ride, so I should give him incense."

Wang Changsheng nodded and took Wang Changyue to the side room where Wang Ping'an's spirit tablet was located.

Wang Changyue lit a bunch of sandalwood and inserted it into the incense burner.

"By the way, brother, he has always wanted to see you and said he has something important to talk to you about."

When Wang Changyue said that at the end, her voice was much lower, and a blush rose on her pure white cheeks.

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