Lingxiao Immortal Clan

At midnight, the harvest banquet ended.

Ling Dong, who was drunk, brought Mo Qiu Nian, who was about to get married, to the foot of Qingshi Mountain.

"Immortal, please meet me." Ling Dong raised his head and shouted to Qingshi Mountain.

Ling Pengyun, who was practicing on the hillside of Qingshi Mountain, heard the call from outside the mountain and did not dare to delay. He immediately went down the mountain and landed in front of Ling Dong.

"Who is this?" Ling Pengyun saw a strange woman standing next to Ling Dong. The two stood very close, and it seemed that their relationship was not ordinary. He was puzzled.

"Immortal, this is my wife, surnamed Mo, named Qiu Nian. In three days, I will get married with Qiu Nian. Immortal, I want you to help me tell my parents and ancestors about this marriage news." Ling Dong first explained Mo Qiu Nian's identity to Ling Pengyun, and then pleaded.

"Yes." Ling Pengyun nodded to Ling Dong and replied. He silently recited the spell in his heart and cast a small spell "Confusion" to bless his body. He blinked his eyes and two purple lights attached to his eyes.

He stared at Mo Qiu Nian and asked lightly. "Where is your ancestral home? How many people are there in your family? Are you and Ling Dong really in love? Did you bring it to get close to Ling Dong deliberately?..."

Mo Qiu Nian was attracted by the strange light in Ling Pengyun's eyes. After just a glance, she lost consciousness and answered one by one in a daze. "Report... Immortal, my ancestral home has long been lost. My father is a refugee and my mother is from the Ling family. I originally lived with the Ling family in Yunshui County. A few years ago, I moved to Xiazhi Town with my parents and the Ling family..."

Ling Pengyun heard the words and observed whether Mo Qiu Nian was really confused. Seeing his confused expression, he believed that what Mo Qiu Nian said was true.

The bewitching technique is a minor magic technique with little lethality, and is usually used as a means of interrogation.

This time, Ling Pengyun interrogated Mo Qiunian because he became suspicious after hearing Mo Qiunian's name. Although more than 70% of the mortals in Anyang County are Ling's mortals, and more than 30% of the human race are foreigners, the surname "Mo" is relatively rare, so Ling Pengyun resorted to this last resort to avoid this person's origin being problematic.

Ling Dong's origin is not small, and his elders are all cultivators. If his wife who sleeps with him in the same bed has a problem, it will be troublesome.

Knowing Mo Qiunian's origin, Ling Pengyun also withdrew the bewitching technique, his expression slightly moved, and the purple light attached to his eyes suddenly dissipated.

After the purple light disappeared, Mo Qiunian also returned to normal.

Mo Qiunian did not feel anything about the bewitching technique, nor did she remember what she had told Ling Pengyun just now, nor did she feel any discomfort.

Ling Dong, who had seen this, knew that the "immortal" in front of him had no ill intentions. Although he was worried, he did not say much.

"This is a pound of spiritual honey, which is used by cultivators. Regular consumption will improve your physical fitness. If you have a minor illness, one mouthful can cure it. This honey is my gift to you for your marriage. As for Ling Dong's parents and ancestors, I will send a message in time. Leave." Ling Pengyun patted the storage bag on his waist, summoned a small earthenware jar from it, and handed it to Ling Dong.

Ling Dong was slightly surprised to see that the gift Ling Pengyun gave was spiritual honey, but he also thought that it might be because of his elders.

After taking the small earthenware jar, he bowed and led Mo Qiu Nian to salute Ling Pengyun together.

After the salute, the two did not stay for long and left the place quickly.

Ling Pengyun also went to the bottom of Qingshi Lake and found Ling Ruxian, who was in charge of the Xuanshui iron ore vein at the bottom of the lake. He entrusted him to return to Lingxiao Mountain to tell Ling Ruguo, who was lying on the bed and unable to move, and his wife Wang Yun, who was taking care of Ling Ruguo, the good news of Ling Dong.

As for Ling Dong's father, "Ling Yunming", who ranked eighteenth in the Yun generation, was working in the Huaishui market thousands of miles away, so it was difficult to send a message immediately.

Lingxiao Mountain.

Ling Ruxian rode a fairy crane and landed outside a courtyard halfway up the mountain. After getting off the fairy crane, he walked straight to the door and knocked on it.

"Dong! Dong!" The sound rang out.

Not long after, a dignified middle-aged woman came to open the door.

This woman was named Wang Yun, Ling Dong's mother and Ling Yunming's Taoist partner.

Wang Yun was originally a casual cultivator, and later married Ling Dong's father Ling Yunming by chance.

"Uncle Thirteen, why are you back?" Wang Yun was a little confused when she saw Ling Ruxian coming, and asked curiously.

She knew that Ling Ruxian was now in charge of the clan, in that Xuanshui iron vein, and Ling Ruxian would not leave easily during unusual times.

"Lingdong is going to get married, let me tell you and my third brother." Ling Ruxian smiled rarely on his cold face and spoke.

Wang Yun was immediately delighted and said with a smile. "Xiaodong is finally willing to get married obediently, which is a good thing."

For this son without spiritual roots, although she only raised him until he was eight years old, she forced him to be sent to the mortal world because of his lack of spiritual roots.

But there is no parent in the world who doesn't love their children. Although Wang Yun has rarely met Lingdong in recent years, she has sent Lingdong many good things on weekdays.

"Uncle Thirteen, please come in. Dad is in a bad condition these days. I'm afraid he will die in a few months... Xiaodong's good news can also cheer Dad up!" Wang Yun made a gesture of invitation and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ling Ruxian's heart skipped a beat and he was stunned for a moment. A trace of loneliness appeared on his face. Then he followed Wang Yun's steps and entered the courtyard.

Under the guidance of Wang Yun, Ling Ruxian entered a room in the courtyard.

This room is relatively simple, but it has all the necessary furniture.

As soon as Ling Ruxian entered the room, he looked at Ling Ruguo, who was lying on the bed with a lifeless look, wrinkles on his face, and white hair, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

Ling Ruguo is his clan brother. This brother helped him a lot when he was young. It wasn't until he went out for training that the relationship with this clan brother became weaker. Now the clan brother who has a good relationship with him will die...

At this time, Wang Yun quickly stepped forward, came to the bed, gently shook Ling Ruguo's arm, who was dozing, and whispered in Ling Ruguo's ear. "Dad, Uncle Thirteen is here!"

Ling Ruguo, who was sleeping, heard the call, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ling Ruxian's arrival. A hint of joy flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he said tremblingly. "Thirteenth brother, why are you here?"

Ling Jinxian forced a smile and spoke. "Third brother, Ling Dong is getting married in three days."

Ling Ruguo, whose life was short, was filled with joy when he heard the news. The death energy in his body also dissipated a lot due to this joy, and his face also became a little red.

"Okay, okay! Xiao Dongzi is finally married!"

Ling Ruguo's voice became a little more forceful.

Although Ling Dong was a mortal, he was also his only grandson. He cared deeply about him and visited Ling Dong frequently over the years. Ling Dong was now only forty and had reached the ninth level of innate cultivation, the highest in the "mundane world". Thanks to Ling Ruguo's various elixirs.

Ling Ruguo was overjoyed and begged Ling Ruxian. "Thirteenth brother, can you take me to Qingshi Village? I want to go to my grandson's wedding banquet."

"Third brother, Clan Mountain is far away from Qingshi Mountain. Although there are fairy cranes, the bumpy journey may accelerate your physical decline!" Ling Jinxian looked at Ling Ruguo's current state and said worriedly.

"Yes, dad!" Wang Yun on the side also had a worried look on her face and persuaded.

"I have lived enough. Instead of lingering on this bed, it is better for me to go and see the most important thing in my grandson's life." Ling Ruguo, who was lying on the bed, didn't care at all, with a look on his face. serious. "Thirteenth brother, I have never begged you, why should I beg you again?"

When Ling Ruguo saw this, he sighed helplessly and nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Xiaoyun, you can go with me!"

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