Chapter 2 Wangjia Town

In addition to Wang Changsheng, there are ten mortals on the island. These ten mortals were sent by the family in Ping'an County to take care of Wang Changsheng's daily life.

Wang Qiusheng was responsible for delivering the meals and cleaning up the dishes. According to his seniority, he should be called Wang Changsheng as the ninth uncle.

Wang Changsheng sat down, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the white rice. The color was crystal clear, soft and delicious, but it was a pity that it didn't have the slightest aura.

After breakfast, Wang Changsheng walked out of Qinglian Pavilion, his lips moved a few times, and a large white mist came out from his feet.

After the white mist rolled and condensed, it turned into a group of white clouds about the size of Zhang Xu, suspended there quietly, like a flat ground.

Soaring Clouds and Flying Fog is a basic and low-level flying spell. The flying speed is not fast, but most monks in the Qi refining period will practice this spell without a flying spirit weapon.

Wang Changsheng walked to the top of the white cloud, and the white cloud slowly lifted 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 full of potholes, and there were a lot of gravel scattered on the ground. He often came here to practice spells.

Because Lianhua Island's aura is poor, cultivation is half the effort, so he spends most of his time practicing spells.

Wang Changsheng let out a sigh of relief, and began to mutter something, his hands made a gesture endlessly, forming strange seals one after another.

After a while, a large amount of blue light emerged from Wang Changsheng's body, and quickly condensed into a crystal ice cone about a foot long, emitting bursts of cold air.

"go."

Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand to touch the stone wall lightly, and shouted softly.

As soon as the words fell, the crystal ice cone went straight to the stone wall.

After a cracking sound, there was a chi deep pit on the stone wall, and the area around the pit was covered with a layer of frost.

"Successful!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng was overjoyed.

Cone of Ice is an elementary and middle-level spell, and its power is not particularly powerful. It took Wang Changsheng more than half a year to finally practice Cone of Ice to Dzogchen.

Spells are divided into three stages according to their power and casting time: Beginner, Minor Accomplishment, and Dzogchen. Under normal circumstances, it takes ten days and a half a month to practice an elementary spell. No matter what, it will take two or three months. If you want to practice elementary magic to Dzogchen, it will take at least half a year.

To be honest, when Wang Changsheng first came to Lianhua Island, a place where nothing shits like a bird, he still had complaints about his father, but after staying there for three years, his mood changed, and he gradually understood his father's difficulties.

In the past three years, his cultivation speed is like a turtle crawling, but his mental state is much firmer. In addition, he has also practiced five primary spells to Dzogchen, and he can cast spells instantly. If he is still practicing in the family, he It may not be possible to spare so much time to practice spells.

A morning passed quickly, and Wang Changsheng practiced spells all morning.

At noon, when he returned to Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Qiusheng just brought the lunch.

Wang Qiusheng put down his food and left.

Two dishes and one soup, steamed green sparrow eggs, meatball tofu soup, braised venison.

The ingredients are all sent by the Wang family. They are all high-quality ingredients, and the cook is also a first-class cook. The only shortcoming is that there is no aura.

Wang Changsheng drank a bowl of soup, and just about to move his chopsticks, Wang Qiusheng walked in quickly, holding a letter in his hand, his face was full of nervousness.

"Uncle Jiu, it's quite strange that people in Wangjia Town have died one after another, don't you think?"

Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Let me have a look."

Wang Qiusheng didn't dare to neglect, and handed over the letter with both hands.

Wang Changsheng glanced at him, pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you know the mayor of Wangjia Town?"

"Yes, 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, Wang Changsheng naturally did not dare to neglect.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qiusheng came to Qinglian Pavilion with a burden on his back. Behind him was a pretty girl in a blue dress.

Wang Changsheng looked at the girl in the blue skirt and ordered, "Qiuyue, while I'm not around, Lotus Island will be handed over to you. If you receive any letters, send someone to Wangjia Town immediately."

"Yes, Uncle Ninth."

Walking out of Qinglian Pavilion, Wang Changsheng's lips moved a few times, and a white cloud rose out of nowhere under his feet.

Even though it was not the first time to see Wang Changsheng cast a spell, Wang Qiusheng and Wang Qiuyue still showed envious expressions on their faces.

The white cloud carrying Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng rose slowly and flew to the distance. After a while, the two disappeared into the sky.

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Wangjia Town is a small town with a population of more than 5,000 people. There is a small river about three feet wide in the north of the town. Along the river is a large area of ​​farmland.

The people in Wangjia Town live a self-sufficient life by farming and hunting.

There is only one street in Wangjia Town, and the street runs in a north-south direction. At the southern end, there are hundreds of wooden or brick buildings. One of the courtyards is the most magnificent. The two-foot-high vermilion gate looks majestic. It is covered with shiny copper nails, shining brightly under the sunlight.

On the left and right sides of the gate of the courtyard, there is a ferocious stone lion.

A black plaque with a length of Zhang Xu was hung on the door, and the four golden characters of "Wang Family Ancestral Hall" were engraved on it, which was very conspicuous.

In the main hall, more than 20 elderly people over half a century old gathered together. A rich old man in his fifties or sixties sat on 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 was elected as the mayor of the town by everyone.

The old men on both sides of him are representatives of various branches of Wang Family Town.

It is worth noting that next to Wang Qingyun, there were two police officers, one tall and one short, with solemn expressions.

The two policemen are also members of the Wang family. They were not qualified to participate in a clan meeting of this scale, but now that a murder case has occurred, Wang Qingyun asked them to participate in today's clan meeting.

A tall and thin old man stood up, cupped his hands at Wang Qingyun, and asked, "Third Uncle, what's going on? Has the murderer been caught yet? Tianhu and Tianlong, you, as policemen, have been waiting for you for so many days." Why can't we catch the murderer?"

"Uncle Liu, it's not that our brothers are incompetent, but that we are powerless. The victim has no injuries, there is no sign of a fight in the house, and there are no outsiders in the town. This is obviously done by ghosts." The short and fat policeman smiled wryly. explained.

Although the people in Wangjia Town have not been able to cultivate immortality, they all know that there are immortal cultivators in the world, and they also believe in the existence of ghosts in the world.

"I'll just say it! It's definitely not man-made, and it's not what I expected."

"That's right, I guessed it too, it turned out to be really made by ghosts."

"Since you know it was done by ghosts? Then what are you waiting for? I remember that there are celestial masters guarding Ping'an County to keep us safe. Uncle Wu, please send someone to invite the celestial masters of our family to get rid of the ghosts, otherwise we will not dare to kill them at night." When I go to sleep, I am afraid of dying in a daze, so I only dare to squint for a while during the day."

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The representatives of each branch expressed their opinions one after another.

Wang Qingyun waved his hand and ordered: "Okay, quiet, I have already sent someone to send a letter to the celestial master of my family. Before the celestial master of my family rushes over, you should restrain your clansmen and don't go out alone at night, so as not to Another clan member was killed."

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man walked in quickly, his face full of joy.

"Father, cousin Qiusheng has brought our celestial master over here."

After hearing this, Wang Qingyun immediately stood up and asked: "Where is the Celestial Master? Quickly lead the way, don't neglect the Celestial Master of my family."

After saying this, Wang Qingyun walked out quickly, followed by other members of the Wang family.