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Chapter 952

After a cup of tea, Wang Mingren appeared in a quiet courtyard, and Ximen Feng had been waiting for a long time.

"What's the matter? Wang Lang, is she willing to accept it?"

Ximenfeng said nervously, no matter what, Chen Xianger is Wang Mingren's wife after all, and her background is stronger than Ximenfeng's. If she doesn't want to, Wang Mingren really can't help it.

Wang Mingren sighed softly, and said: "She tore up the divorce papers, don't care about her, I'm sorry for him, I admit to being beaten or punished, I missed it once before, Feng'er, I won't do it again , It’s just a pain for you, she may spread rumors everywhere, saying that you are a vixen who seduces a married man.”

"It doesn't matter, we owe her something, as long as she is happy."

Ximenfeng knew very well what it was like to lose her true love, and her heart was like a knife. She had already snatched Wang Mingren away. If Chen Xianger was angry, she could say whatever she liked.

Wang Mingren put his arms around Ximen Feng, and said: "Feng'er, come back to the Eastern Wilderness with me! I will take you to meet my clansmen, and then I will marry you in a grand manner. I hope to win the hearts of the people, and the white heads will not be separated. "

Ximenfeng nodded, leaning against Wang Mingren's arms, with a happy smile on her face.

A burst of rapid screaming sounded, and Wang Mingren took out a red jade plate and punched in a formula, on which appeared a line of small words: "Uncle, nine uncles and nine aunts conceived babies at the same time, God bless our Wang family."

Wang Mingren's eyes lit up, and his expression became excited.

"Wang Lang, what's the matter? Is there any happy event?"

"Chang Sheng and Ru Yan gave birth, they actually gave birth at the same time, haha."

Wang Mingren's expression became very excited. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan entered the Nascent Soul stage, and with two Nascent Soul monks as their backers, even if Chen Haibin entered the Nascent Soul stage, Wang Mingren would not be afraid.

He has been closer to the family these years and has helped a lot. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have a baby, and Wang Mingren has more confidence.

"Your nephew and niece-in-law have a baby?"

Ximenfeng was slightly taken aback. She had heard Wang Mingren mention Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, but she did not expect them to conceive at the same time.

Before that, she was a little worried. Chen Haibin's status was not low. Now that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had conceived a baby, she breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, no one would be able to separate them.

"Since they are having babies, we need to buy two heavy gifts."

Wang Mingren nodded with a smile, and said, "Naturally, let's go shopping for gifts together!"

After leaving the residence, they went straight to Wanbao Building.

Wanbaolou is the largest store in Huoyafang City, the price is expensive, and the quality of the items is not to be said.

It didn't take long before they appeared at the door of a nine-storey blue pavilion, with three big golden characters "Wanbao Building" engraved on the silver plaque.

Standing at the door, they could see that the hall of Wanbao Building was very lively and crowded with cultivators.

A short, fat man in a yellow robe came out with a smile on his pockmarked face.

"Hey, Huang Fugui!"

Wang Mingren snorted lightly, and said in surprise.

Speaking of which, the last time he saw Huang Fugui was more than ten years ago. At that time, Huang Fugui was only at the seventh level of alchemy. Now Huang Fugui has advanced to the eighth level of alchemy.

Over the years, Huang Fugui has gained a lot of fame in northern Xinjiang, not a good reputation, but a bad reputation.

Huang Fugui has reached the eighth level of alchemy, and he still dares not hunt third-tier monsters. He only looks for second-tier monsters, or he is acting for small forces, solving some small troubles, and charging expensive fees. This guy is as timid as a mouse , because of a trivial matter, he had a dispute with a sect cultivator of the third level of alchemy. The two met in the wilderness.

Huang Fugui's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Mingren, and he said enthusiastically, "Friend Wang, long time no see, are you free? I want to treat you to tea."

"Sorry, we don't have time."

Wang Mingren shook his head and politely refused.

"Wang Daoyou, the old man got an auxiliary spirit technique, I don't know if you are interested or not, the price is negotiable."

Huang Fugui said via voice transmission, his tone full of temptation.

"Auxiliary spirit?"

Wang Mingren was a little tempted. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had a baby, and he was worried that he didn't have any good gifts. If he got an auxiliary spirit technique, that would be great!
"Alright, Fellow Daoist Huang, lead the way!"

After a cup of tea, the three of them appeared in the private room of a tea house.

Huang Fugui took out two jade slips, handed them to Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng, and said: "This is the refining method of the spiritual art, the empty and silent escape art, and the flying magic weapon, the Qinglian throne. It’s here, it’s genuine, the two fellow Taoists can rest assured.”

Wang Mingren carefully checked the contents of the two jade slips, nodded, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Huang, these two items are originals! You haven't copied them, have you?"

"Of course I haven't copied it, but I can't guarantee that it's an isolated copy."

Huang Fugui said vaguely, his face didn't blush or his heart skipped a beat when he told a lie.

He has sold dozens of copies of these two items, and the stronger forces have sold one copy. There is no problem with the items, but they are not alone.

Even if other forces know that it is not an orphan, they will still buy it.

Wang Mingren frowned, how could he not see that Huang Fugui was lying, but as long as there is no problem with the item, the refining method of the flying magic weapon is nothing more than that. It's hard for monks of the same rank to find out, and it's a good auxiliary spirit technique. Anyway, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan are active in the South China Sea, so it doesn't matter if it's not an isolated copy.

"What do you think of this number?"

Wang Mingren took out a cyan storage bead and handed it to Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui swept his consciousness and nodded in satisfaction. He couldn't chew more than he could chew. He had already sold dozens of copies. It didn't matter if Wang Mingren offered a lower price.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, the old man got some third-order spiritual honey, which can be used by female monks to nourish the skin. If this fairy takes it, she will definitely be more beautiful."

Huang Fugui took out a jar of honey and said with a smile.

Wang Mingren glanced at Ximenfeng, nodded, and paid for it.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I still have some..."

After a cup of tea, Wang Mingren and Ximenfeng walked out of the teahouse.

"This fellow Huang Daoist really lives up to his reputation. He keeps all the rags, a fragment of a magic weapon, which he insists is something used by the puppet emperor."

Ximenfeng smiled lightly and said that Huang Fugui sold goods to them. He was like a scavenger. Fragments of magic weapons, stumps of puppet beasts, broken array flags, and even the bellybands worn by female monks. There are all kinds of things. The number was beyond the imagination of Wang Mingren and Ximenfeng.

Wang Mingren smiled and said: "This guy is notoriously thick-skinned. I don't know how many low-level monks have been deceived. Let's not talk about him, let's go shopping!"

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Eastern Wasteland, Black Eagle Mountain Range.

In the conference hall, Wang Qingjun and a group of clan elders gathered together.

They had already received the news that Wang Changsheng had given birth, and everyone was very excited.

Wang Qingjun is now on the second floor of the alchemy formation and has mastered a spiritual technique. According to Wang Changsheng's order, he will bring a group of family members to the South China Sea to participate in the baby formation ceremony.

"Youshan, the family is entrusted to you. We are going to the South China Sea to attend the baby-making ceremony of my uncle and aunt."

Wang Qingjun ordered, looking a little excited.

"Yes, great-uncle."

Wang Youshan agreed with all his heart, and the family has the monk Nascent Soul as their backer, and the day when they return to Qinglian Villa is not far away.

(End of this chapter)