In addition to Wang Changsheng, there are ten mortals on the island. These ten mortals were sent by the family from Ping'an County to take care of Wang Changsheng's food and daily life.
Wang Qiusheng is responsible for serving meals and clearing dishes. According to his seniority, he should call Wang Changsheng the ninth uncle.
Wang Changsheng sat down, picked up his chopsticks and took a mouthful of white rice. It was crystal clear, soft and delicious, but unfortunately it didn't have any spiritual energy.
After breakfast, Wang Changsheng walked out of Qinglian Pavilion, his lips moved slightly, and a large white mist appeared under his feet.
After the white mist rolled and condensed, it turned into a white cloud about ten feet in size, floating there quietly, like a flat ground.
Soaring into the clouds and riding on the mist is a basic low-level flying spell. The flying speed is not very fast, but in the absence of flying spiritual weapons, most monks in the Qi refining period will practice this technique.
Wang Changsheng walked to the white clouds, and the white clouds slowly rose into the sky and flew towards the distance.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng landed in a valley. The stone walls on both sides of the valley were rugged and there were a lot of gravel scattered on the ground. He often came here to practice his spells.
Because Lotus Island's spiritual energy was poor, his cultivation was half the result with half the effort. He spent most of his time practicing spells.
Wang Changsheng let out a breath, muttered something in his mouth, and made strange seals with his hands.
After a moment, a large amount of blue light emerged around Wang Changsheng, quickly condensing into a crystal ice cone about a foot long, exuding bursts of cold air.
"go."
Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand and touched the stone wall lightly, and shouted softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crystal ice cone headed straight towards the stone wall.
After a crackling sound, there was a pit about a foot deep on the stone wall, and the area around the pit was covered with a layer of frost.
"Success!"
Wang Changsheng saw this scene with a look of joy on his face.
The Ice Cone Technique is an elementary and mid-level spell, not particularly powerful. It took Wang Changsheng more than half a year to finally practice the Ice Cone Technique to perfection.
Spells are divided into three stages: Beginner, Small Success, and Dzogchen according to their power and casting time. Under normal circumstances, it takes ten days and a half to learn a basic spell. If you want to practice a basic spell to a small success, It will take two or three months no matter what. If you want to practice elementary magic to perfection, it will take at least half a year.
To be honest, when Wang Changsheng first came to Lotus Island, a place where birds didn't shit, he still criticized his father. However, after staying for three years, his mood changed and he gradually understood his father's difficulties.
In the past three years, his cultivation speed has been as fast as a tortoise, but his state of mind is much firmer. In addition, he has also practiced five basic spells to the Great Perfection, and can cast spells instantly. If he still stays in the family to practice, he will He may not take so much time to practice magic.
The morning passed quickly, and Wang Changsheng practiced magic all morning.
At noon, when he returned to Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Qiusheng happened to bring lunch.
Wang Qiusheng put down the food and left.
Two dishes and one soup, steamed green bird eggs, meatballs and tofu soup, and braised venison.
The ingredients are all sent by members of the Wang family, and they are all of the best quality. The cook is also a top-notch cook. The only shortcoming is that he lacks spiritual energy.
Wang Changsheng drank a bowl of soup and was about to use his chopsticks when Wang Qiusheng walked in quickly, holding a letter in his hand and a nervous look on his face.
"Uncle Ninth, people in Wangjia Town are dying one after another. It's quite strange. Do you think so?"
Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Bring it to me and take a look."
Wang Qiusheng did not dare to neglect and handed over the letter with both hands.
Wang Changsheng glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you know the mayor of Wangjia Town?"
"We know that according to seniority, Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia Town, is my grandson's third uncle."
"Go back and pack up, bring some dry food, and follow me to Wangjia Town."
More than 90% of the people in Wangjia Town are members of the Wang family, and the people in this town are Wang Changsheng's key protection targets.
Something happened in Wangjia Town, and Wang Changsheng naturally did not dare to neglect it.
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qiusheng came to Qinglian Pavilion carrying a baggage. Behind him, there was a girl in a blue dress with a delicate face.
Wang Changsheng looked at the girl in the blue skirt and ordered: "Qiuyue, while I am away, Lotus Island will be handed over to you. If you receive any letters, send someone to Wangjia Town immediately."
"Yes, Uncle Nine."
After walking out of Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Changsheng's lips moved slightly, and a white cloud rose out of thin air under his feet.
Even though it was not the first time they saw Wang Changsheng cast a spell, Wang Qiusheng and Wang Qiuyue still had envious looks on their faces.
The white clouds carried Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng up slowly and flew into the distance. Not long after, the two disappeared from the sky.
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Wangjia Town is a small town with a population of more than 5,000 people. There is a three-foot-wide river in the north of the town, and along the river is a large area of farmland.
The people of Wangjia Town make a living by farming and hunting, and live a self-sufficient life.
There is only one street in Wangjia Town, which runs in the north-south direction. At the southern end, there are hundreds of wooden or brick buildings, large and small. One of the courtyards is the most majestic. The two-foot-high vermilion gate looks majestic. It is covered with shiny copper nails, which shine brightly in the sunlight.
On the left and right sides of the courtyard entrance, there is a ferocious stone lion on each side.
There is a black plaque about ten feet long hanging at the door, with four golden characters "Wang Family Ancestral Hall" engraved on it, which is very conspicuous.
In the main hall, more than 20 old men over fifty gathered together. A rich old man in his fifties or sixties sat in the main seat. The rich old man was Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia Town.
Wang Qingyun is sixty-seven years old today. He is the most senior person in Wangjia Town. He is highly respected and elected as the mayor of the town.
The old men on both sides of him were representatives of various branches of Wangjia Town.
It is worth noting that next to Wang Qingyun, two detectives, one tall and one short, stood with solemn expressions.
The two detectives are also members of the Wang family. Originally, they were not qualified to participate in a clan meeting of this scale, but now that a murder has occurred, Wang Qingyun asked them to participate in today's clan meeting.
A tall and thin old man stood up, raised his hands to Wang Qingyun, and asked: "Uncle Third, what's going on? Hasn't the murderer been caught yet? Tianhu and Tianlong, as detectives, you have spent so many days Well, why can’t we catch the murderer?”
"Uncle Liu, it's not that we brothers are incompetent, it's that we are incompetent. The victim didn't have any injuries, there were no signs of fighting in the house, and there were no outsiders in the town. This was obviously the work of a ghost." The pudgy detective smiled bitterly. explained.
Although the people of Wangjia Town have not been able to cultivate immortality, they all know that there are immortal cultivators in the world, and they also believe that there are ghosts in the world. The idea of Pudgy Detective is recognized by many people.
"I'm just telling you! This thing is definitely not man-made. It's just as I expected."
"That's right, I also guessed it. It turns out it was really made by a ghost."
"Now that you know it was a ghost that did it? Then what are you waiting for? I remember that there is a Celestial Master guarding Ping'an County to keep us safe. Fifth Uncle, please quickly send someone to ask the Celestial Master of our family to get rid of the ghost, otherwise we won't even dare at night. When I go to sleep, I am afraid that I will die in confusion, so I only dare to squint for a while during the day."
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Representatives of each branch expressed their opinions one after another.
Wang Qingyun waved his hand and ordered: "Okay, be quiet, I have sent flying pigeons to send a letter to inform our Celestial Master. Before our Celestial Master rushes over, please restrain your clansmen and do not go out alone at night, so as to avoid Another clan member was killed.”
At this moment, a tall middle-aged man walked in quickly, his face full of joy.
"Father, cousin Qiu Sheng has brought our Heavenly Master here."
After Wang Qingyun heard this, he immediately stood up and asked: "Where is the Celestial Master? Quickly lead the way, don't neglect our Celestial Master."
After saying this, Wang Qingyun walked out quickly, and other members of the Wang family followed suit.