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

Wang Qiusheng is responsible for serving meals and cleaning up dishes. According to seniority, he should call Wang Changsheng "Ninth Uncle".

Wang Changsheng sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of white rice. The color was crystal clear, soft and delicious, but unfortunately there was no spiritual energy at all.

After breakfast, Wang Changsheng walked out of the Qinglian Pavilion, his lips moved slightly, and a large piece of white mist emerged from his feet.

After the white mist rolled and condensed, it turned into a white cloud of about ten feet in size, quietly floating there, like flat ground.

The cloud-driving technique is a primary and lower-level flying spell. The flying speed is not fast, but in the absence of a flying spiritual tool, most of the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage will practice this technique.

Wang Changsheng walked to the white cloud, and the white cloud slowly rose into the air and flew towards the distance.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng landed in a valley. The stone walls on both sides of the valley were bumpy and there were a lot of gravel scattered on the ground. He often came here to practice magic.

Because the spiritual energy of Lotus Island was poor, practicing was ineffective, so he spent most of his time practicing magic.

Wang Changsheng exhaled lightly, muttered something, and made a series of strange seals with his hands.

After a while, a lot of blue light emerged around Wang Changsheng, and quickly condensed into a crystal ice cone about a foot long, emitting bursts of cold air.

"Go."

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

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

After a burst, a pit about a foot deep appeared on the stone wall, and a layer of frost covered the pit.

"Success!"

Wang Changsheng saw this scene and showed joy on his face.

Ice cone is a primary intermediate spell, and its power is not particularly strong. Wang Changsheng spent more than half a year to finally practice the ice cone to perfection.

Spells are divided into three stages according to the power and casting time: entry, minor success, and major success. Under normal circumstances, a primary spell can be practiced in ten days or half a month. If you want to practice a primary spell to minor success, it will take at least two or three months. If you want to practice a primary spell to major success, it will take at least half a year.

To be honest, when Wang Changsheng first came to Lotus Island, a place where no one lives, he still had some complaints about his father in his heart, but after staying there for three years, his state of mind changed and he gradually understood his father's difficulties.

In these three years, his practice speed was like a turtle crawling, but his state of mind was much firmer. In addition, he also practiced five primary spells to major success and could cast spells instantly. If he still stayed in the family to practice, he might not have taken so much time to practice spells.

A morning passed quickly, and Wang Changsheng practiced spells for a morning.

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

Wang Qiu Sheng put down the food and left.

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

The ingredients were all sent by the Wang family's own clan, all of which were top-notch ingredients, and the chef was also a first-class chef. The only shortcoming was that there was no spiritual energy.

Wang Changsheng drank a bowl of soup and was about to start eating when Wang Qiu Sheng walked in quickly, holding a letter in his hand, his face full of nervousness.

"Uncle Nine, people in Wangjia Town have died one after another, which is quite strange. What do you think?"

Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Let me see it."

Wang Qiu Sheng did not dare to neglect it and handed the letter over with both hands.

Wang Changsheng glanced around, pondered for a moment, and ordered: "Do you know the mayor of Wangjia Town?"

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

"Go back and pack up, bring some dry food, and go to Wangjia Town with me."

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

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 with a bag on his back. Behind him, there was a pretty girl in a blue skirt.

Wang Changsheng looked at the girl in the blue skirt and ordered: "Qiuyue, when I'm not here, 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 from the air under his feet.

Even though it was not the first time they saw Wang Changsheng casting a spell, Wang Qiusheng and Wang Qiuyue still showed envy on their faces.

The white cloud carried Wang Changsheng and Wang Qiusheng and slowly rose up and flew away. Not long after, the two disappeared in the sky.

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Wangjia Town is a small town with a population of more than 5,000. There is a small river about three meters wide in the north of the town, and there is a large area of ​​farmland along the river.

The people of Wangjia Town make a living by farming and hunting, and live a self-sufficient life.

Wangjia Town has only one street, which runs from north to south. There are hundreds of large and small wooden or brick buildings at the south end. One of the courtyards is the most imposing. The two-meter-high vermilion gate looks majestic, and the facade is covered with shiny copper nails, shining brightly under the sunlight.

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

There is a black plaque about ten feet long at the door, with four golden characters "Wang Family Ancestral Hall" engraved on it, which is very conspicuous.

In the main hall, more than twenty elderly people over fifty years old gathered together, and a wealthy old man in his fifties or sixties sat on the main seat. The wealthy 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 by everyone.

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

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

The two constables are also members of the Wang family. Originally, they were not qualified to participate in this scale of clan meeting, 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, bowed to Wang Qingyun, and asked: "Uncle San, what happened? Hasn't the murderer been caught yet? Tianhu and Tianlong, you are constables, why haven't you caught the murderer after so many days?"

"Uncle Liu, it's not that we brothers are incompetent, but that we are powerless. The victim has no scars, there are no signs of fighting in the house, and there are no outsiders in the town. This is obviously done by ghosts." The short and fat constable explained with a wry smile.

Although the people of Wangjia Town have not been able to cultivate immortals, they all know that there are immortals in the world, and they also believe that there are ghosts in the world. The short and fat constable's statement has been recognized by many people.

"I told you! This is definitely not man-made, and it's just as I expected."

"That's right, I guessed it too, it turned out to be a ghost."

"Since you know it was a ghost? Then what are you waiting for? I remember that there is a Taoist priest guarding Ping'an County to protect our peace. Uncle Wu, quickly send someone to invite the Taoist priest of our family to get rid of the ghost, otherwise we dare not sleep at night, for fear of dying in a daze, and we dare only take a nap during the day."

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Representatives of various branches expressed their opinions one after another.

Wang Qingyun waved his hand and ordered: "Okay, quiet, I have sent a pigeon to inform the Taoist priest of our family. Before the Taoist priest of our family arrives, you should restrain your clansmen and don't go out alone at night to avoid more clansmen being killed."

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

"Father, cousin Qiu Sheng has brought our family's master here."

Wang Qingyun stood up immediately after hearing this and asked, "Where is the master? Lead the way, don't neglect our master."

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