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

    Wang Qiusheng is responsible for delivering meals and cleaning dishes. According to his seniority, he should call Wang Changsheng uncle Jiu.

    Wang Changsheng sat down, picked up chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of white rice. The color was crystal clear, soft and glutinous. Unfortunately, there was no aura.

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

    After the white fog rolled and solidified, it turned into a white cloud about the size of Zhangxu, which was quietly suspended there, just like the flat ground.

    The skill of flying in the clouds and driving in the fog is a primary lower level flying skill. The flying speed is not fast. However, without flying spirit, the monks in the Qi refining period will practice this skill.

    Wang Changsheng went up to the white clouds, which slowly lifted off and flew away.

    Before long, Wang Changsheng landed in a valley. The stone walls on both sides of the valley were potholes, and a lot of gravel was scattered on the ground. He often came here to practice magic.

    Because of the poor aura of Lianhua Island, he gets twice the result with half the effort. Most of his time, he uses it to practice magic.

    Wang Changsheng breathed out a breath, recited words in his mouth, pinched his hands, and produced strange seal after seal.

    A moment later, a lot of blue light appeared around Wang Changsheng, quickly condensed into a crystal long ice cone, emitting bursts of cold.

    "Go."

    Wang Changsheng reached for the stone wall and said softly.

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

    After a burst, there was a deep pit on the stone wall, which was covered by a layer of frost.

    "It''s a success!"

    Wang Changsheng saw the scene with a look of joy on his face.

    Ice cone is a primary medium level spell. It''s not particularly powerful. It took Wang Changsheng more than half a year to practice ice cone until it''s perfect.

    According to the power and casting time, a spell can be divided into three stages: entry, small success and great fullness. Generally, a primary spell can be cultivated in ten days and a half months. If you want to cultivate a primary spell to small success, it will take two or three months. If you want to cultivate a primary spell to great fullness, it will take at least half a year.

    To tell you the truth, when Wang Changsheng first came to Lianhua Island, a place where birds don''t poop, he still complained about his father. However, after three years, his mood changed and he gradually understood his father''s difficulties.

    In the past three years, his cultivation speed was like a tortoise crawling, but his mood was firm. In addition, he also practiced five primary spells to a full circle, which could instantly cast spells. If he stayed in the family to practice, he might not have taken so much time to practice magic.

    One morning passed quickly. Wang Changsheng practiced his magic all morning.

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

    Wang Qiusheng put down the meal and left.

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

    The ingredients are all from Wang''s family. They are all excellent ingredients. The cook is also a first-class cook. The only drawback is that he has no aura.

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

    "Uncle Jiu, there are people dying one after another in wangjiazhen. It''s quite strange. Do you think so?"

    Wang Changsheng brow tip a pick, ask a way: "take me to see."

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

    Wang Changsheng swept his eyes, pondered a little, and said, "do you know the mayor of Wangjia town?"

    "Yes, according to the seniority, Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia Town, is the third uncle of his grandson."

    "Go back and pack up, take some dry food, and come to wangjiazhen with me."

    More than 90% of the people in Wangjia town are Wang family members, and the people in this town are the key protection objects of Wang Changsheng.

    Wang Changsheng did not dare to neglect the accident in wangjiazhen.

    A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qiusheng came to the green lotus pavilion with a burden on his back. Behind him, there was a pretty girl in a blue dress.

    Wang Changsheng looked at the girl in blue skirt and said, "autumn moon, when I''m away, lotus island will be handed over to you. If you receive any letters, send someone to wangjiazhen immediately."

    "Yes, uncle nine."

    Out of the green lotus Pavilion, Wang Changsheng''s lips moved a few times, and a white cloud rose out of thin air.

    Even though it''s not the first time to see Wang Changsheng casting, Wang Qiusheng and Wang Qiuyue''s faces still show envy.

    White clouds carrying Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng slowly rise, fly to the distance, not long after, the two disappeared in the sky.

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    Wangjia town is a small town with more than 5000 people. In the north of the town, there is a small river about thirty feet wide, along which there is a large area of farmland.

    The people of Wangjia town live a self-sufficient life by farming and hunting.There is only one street in Wangjia town. The street is in the north-south direction. There are hundreds of wooden or brick buildings at the south end. One of the courtyard is the most magnificent. The two Zhang high vermilion gate looks majestic, and the facade is covered with shiny copper nails, shining in the sunlight.

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

    There is a black plaque about Zhang long hanging at the door, on which are engraved four gold characters of "Royal ancestral hall", which are very conspicuous.

    In the main hall, more than 20 old people over 50 years old gathered together. A rich old man of 50 or 60 years old sat on the main seat. The rich old man was Wang Qingyun, the mayor of Wangjia town.

    Wang Qingyun, 67 years old today, is the highest ranking person in Wangjia town. He is highly respected and has been elected mayor of Wangjia town.

    The old people on both sides of him are representatives of all branches of Wangjia town.

    It is worth noting that next to Wang Qingyun, there are two captors, one high and one low, with dignified expression.

    The two captors are also members of the Wang family. Originally, they were not qualified to participate in the clan association of this scale, but now there are homicide cases. Wang Qingyun asked them to participate in today''s clan association.

    A tall and thin old man stood up, arched his hand to Wang Qingyun and asked, "third uncle, what''s the matter? Hasn''t the killer been caught yet? Tianhu and Tianlong, as captors, how can you not catch the murderer after so many days

    "Sixth uncle, it''s not that our brothers are incompetent, it''s that we are incompetent. The victims have no scars, there are no signs of fighting in the house, and there are no outsiders in the town. It''s obviously made by ghosts." The stout captor explained with a wry smile.

    Although the people of Wangjia town can''t cultivate immortals, they all know that there are immortals in the world. They also believe that there are ghosts in the world. The saying of short and fat captors has been accepted by many people.

    "I''ll tell you! It''s certainly not artificial. I didn''t expect it. "

    "That''s it. I guess it''s really made of ghosts."

    "Since you know it''s a ghost? What are you waiting for? I remember that there is a Heavenly Master in Ping''an County to protect us. Fifth uncle, please send someone to ask our Heavenly Master to get rid of ghosts. Otherwise, we dare not sleep at night. We are afraid to die in a muddle. We only dare to squint in the daytime. "

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    the representatives of various branches have expressed their own opinions one after another.

    Wang Qingyun waved his hand and said, "well, be quiet. I''ve sent a message to my Heavenly Master. Before my heavenly master comes here, you should restrain the clansmen. Don''t go out alone at night, so that no more clansmen will be killed."

    At this time, a tall middle-aged man came in quickly, with a happy face.

    "Father, cousin Qiusheng has brought his family''s Heavenly Master."

    After hearing this, Wang Qingyun immediately stood up and asked, "where is the Heavenly Master? Lead the way quickly. Don''t neglect our master. "

    With these words, Wang Qingyun walked out quickly, and other members of the Wang family followed.