Rise of Qinglian

Zhao Yuhui looked at Wang Changsheng, and said kindly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, Changsheng has grown taller again, but why are you at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and Ningxiang has the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Wang Changsheng bowed to Zhao Yuhui and said respectfully, "Grandson pays tribute to my aunt. My grandson has been working as a celestial master in the secular world for the past few years, and my cultivation speed has slowed down."

"Cousin Changsheng, next time we meet, I should be promoted to the seventh level of Qi Refining."

Zhao Ningxiang said with a giggle, a smug look flashed across her beautiful eyes.

She is sixteen years old this year, has cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining, and is the first person in the Zhao family's "Ning" generation.

"You girl, if you didn't eat the meals made by the first-level middle-grade Linggu, would you be able to cultivate to the sixth level of Qi Refining so quickly? Cultivation is like sailing against the current, so don't be complacent. Wait until you enter the foundation building stage. It's not too late to be proud."

Zhao Yuhui reprimanded her with a straight face, her tone was severe, but anyone could hear the pampering in her words.

Zhao Ningxiang stuck out her tongue, nodded and said: "Grandson always remembers grandmother's teaching, Ningxiang has met uncle, uncle, and aunt."

"Ningxuan has seen Uncle, Uncle, and Aunt."

The young Confucian scholar quickly stepped forward to salute, and said respectfully.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Ningxuan and Ningxiang for a long time. I didn't expect them to grow up so big. These two spiritual weapons are a little wish of my cousin and aunt. Don't hold them back."

Wang Mingyuan said with a smile, and took out a yellow knife and a cyan dagger, and the aura of the two spiritual weapons kept flowing.

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Zhao Ningxiang didn't take the spirit weapon immediately, and looked at Zhao Yuhui.

"Since it was given to you by your cousin, you can accept it!"

With Zhao Yuhui's permission, Zhao Ningxuan and Zhao Ningxiang thanked each other and accepted the spirit weapon.

"Changsheng, come to Auntie, you haven't visited Auntie for three years, come here and let Auntie take a good look."

Zhao Yuhui waved to Wang Changsheng.

"Although my grandson couldn't come to celebrate my aunt's birthday, my grandson still misses my aunt in my heart. Seeing that my aunt's complexion is still so good, my grandson is relieved."

Wang Changsheng walked over and said sincerely.

What he said was from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Yuhui treated him extremely well, even better than his own grandma.

Zhao Yuhui grabbed Wang Changsheng's right hand, nodded and said, "My good boy, I don't want my aunt to love you. It's not good for your father to send someone to the secular world, but he sent you to the secular world, otherwise you wouldn't be on the fifth level of Qi Refining!" .”

Wang Mingyuan smiled wryly and said dozens of times: "Auntie, grandson also had to do it."

She waved her hand and said: "Okay, this is your Wang family's business, I don't care about it, I have asked Ziheng to prepare the food and wine, let's chat while eating!"

"Changsheng, tell Auntie about your experience in the past few years, and let Auntie listen."

Zhao Yuhui pulled Wang Changsheng out, and Wang Yaozu and others followed behind.

Wang Changsheng recounted the experience of the past three years. Of course, he didn't say a word about the mysterious gold veins, which were changed to spiritual veins.

On the way to Butterfly Valley, Wang Mingyuan repeatedly told Wang Changsheng that the veins of black gold were spiritual veins.

Hearing that Wang Changsheng had discovered a spiritual vein, Zhao Yuhui's cloudy eyes flashed a bit of surprise, and she didn't ask about the purpose of the spiritual vein.

Wang Mingyuan and Zhao Ziheng walked side by side, talking about the past in a low voice.

Not long after, a group of people walked into a spacious and bright hall. There was a round wooden table in the hall. There were more than a dozen dishes on the table.

Zhao Yuhui was seated first, and she asked Wang Changsheng to sit beside her, and the others followed.

"Changsheng, my aunt knew you were coming, and specially asked someone to make your favorite sweet and sour white scale fish. You can eat more, and look at how skinny you are."

Zhao Yuhui pointed to a dish and signaled Wang Changsheng to use chopsticks.

"Cousin Changsheng, that is, you have this treatment. Although the white scale fish is a low-grade spirit fish, it needs to be raised for more than two years before it can be eaten. The white scale fish raised in the spirit fish garden are all raised for sale. I I wanted to eat it a few days ago, but my grandmother refused to let me!"

Zhao Ningxiang said sourly, feeling very envious of the special treatment Wang Changsheng enjoys.

"What are you talking about, girl? Mother loves you a lot on weekdays. Your cousin finally came here once. What happened to eating a white scale fish? You go to your cousin's house as a guest, and your cousin treats you with snow cloud chicken Why didn't you say it when

Zhao Ziheng stared and scolded unceremoniously.

When Zhao Ningxiang heard the words, she immediately pouted, lowered her head, and her face was full of grievances.

"Cousin, this girl Ningxiang has no other intentions, so don't blame her."

Wang Mingyuan played a smooth game.

Wang Yaozu nodded and said, "That's right, Ziheng, it's rare for our family to eat together. Why are you so angry with the child? Move your chopsticks! Ningxiang, my uncle brought two newly hatched Xueyun chickens this time. I'll give you the food."

After hearing this, Zhao Ningxiang smiled.

Wang Changsheng ate while listening to the elders chatting, unless Zhao Yuhui asked questions, otherwise he would not speak.

Zhao Ningxiang was more lively, interjecting a few words from time to time, which made everyone laugh and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Hey, it's a pity that Yuzhi passed away early. It would be great if she was still alive."

Zhao Yuhui suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, and sighed.

Zhao Yuzhi is Wang Changsheng's grandmother, and she has a very good relationship with Zhao Yuhui.

After hearing this, everyone put away the smiles on their faces.

"Mingyuan, don't blame your aunt for being naughty. You are the head of the family. You must set an example, but you can't suffer your own son, and Qing'er. You are the only wife in Mingyuan. You have to work hard for the Wang family. Spread branches and leaves, Yuzhi hoped that you would have more children before he was alive, so that the house would be full of children and grandchildren."

Zhao Yuhui said earnestly.

Wang Mingyuan nodded: "Aunt Lao is worried, my nephew knows what to do."

"My niece and daughter-in-law follow my aunt's teachings."

Zhao Yuhui nodded gratifiedly, and said to Wang Yaozu: "Yaozu, you are getting old, you should enjoy Qingfu. Clan affairs are important, but your body is more important. When Yuzhi was here, she often complained to me, saying You are busy with family affairs all day, you forget to eat, when you are old, you should let go, don't tire yourself out."

Hearing this, Wang Yaozu felt warm in his heart, nodded and said: "What the eldest sister said is that I will take care of myself, so don't worry too much."

Zhao Yuhui shook her head and said, "I'm not tired. I've handed over all family affairs to Ziheng, and he's done a good job. He handles all affairs in an orderly manner."

Wang Yaozu's expression changed, and he asked Wang Changsheng: "Changsheng, are you full?"

"I am full."

"Go play with your cousins ​​when you're full! On the way here, didn't you say you haven't played with them for a long time?"

"Ningxuan, Ningxiang, take Changsheng to go fishing in Lingyu Garden! Let Changsheng catch some white scale fish back."

"Yes, grandma, father, uncle, cousin, cousin, we are full, you eat slowly."

Zhao Ningxuan and Zhao Ningxiang agreed and left with Wang Changsheng.