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"Once upon a time, there was a family with dozens of brothers and sisters. Since childhood, these brothers and sisters have been dreaming about their future..."
"Finally, these brothers and sisters have grown up, so these people have begun to realize their childhood fantasies..."
"At the beginning, everything went well, but..."
Having said this, Wang Lexheng, who was already out of breath, had eyes full of nostalgia and a hint of inexplicable sadness.
"...In the end, these brothers and sisters..."
After saying that, looking at Wang Shiyun who looked confused, Wang Lesheng smiled kindly, then raised his somewhat heavy hand and waved to Wang Shi'an.
Seeing this, Wang Shi'an quickly stepped forward and lowered his head to listen.
"Shi'an, the family is one... Never think about yourself alone. If you are capable, remember to help the members of the family who are less talented."
"Don't wait until the end. When you look back, you will be the only one left. In that case, I think even if you become an immortal, it will be meaningless."
After saying this, he looked up with difficulty, and the people around him couldn't help but smile with difficulty.
Wang Lequan and others sitting around felt Wang Lesheng's weak breath, tears kept falling from the corners of their eyes, and the sadness in their hearts was like a rushing river that could not be stopped no matter what.
They knew that these were Wang Lexheng's last words...
When Wang Shi'an first listened to the words of his twenty-third uncle, he couldn't help but wonder why it felt like his last words.
But slowly, I felt the erratic breath of my twenty-third uncle like a candle in the wind, and I was thinking of the information I had learned in the past.
There was a vague guess in his heart. For a moment, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, which made him breathless. He just stared blankly at the twenty-third uncle in front of him.
Seeing Wang Shi'an's appearance, Wang Lesheng smiled happily, raised his hand with difficulty, touched Wang Shi'an's forehead, and held Wang Shiyun's small hand tightly with his other hand, muttering to himself.
"Xiao Shi'an, you must remember to protect your family and finish what your uncle failed to do..."
"...In this life, I will have no regrets if I can be born into a family..."
After muttering these words to himself, the light in Wang Lexheng's eyes slowly dimmed, and he struggled to take another look at everyone, but his increasingly heavy eyelids always prevented him from doing so.
"In the next life... I wish... to be... a king... a clan... person..."
After saying this, Wang Le's face had an expression of relief and a hint of regret, and he closed his eyes forever, ending his life...
The hand that touched Wang Shi'an's forehead then unconsciously lowered slightly, only to be held up by Wang Shi'an's subconscious hands.
Wang Lesheng's life can be said to be lucky or unfortunate. Fortunately, he was born in a family of cultivators and had very good spiritual talent.
However, unfortunately, this is also the case. Such a high talent with dual spiritual roots has not been able to build a foundation. It can only be said that God's will is unclear.
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Feeling the cold hands in her hands, Wang Shiyun couldn't help but have a look of confusion on her small face. Then she raised her head and glanced at the twenty-third uncle she had just met, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Grandpa, why are you silent? Yun'er is still waiting for you to tell a story?"
Wang Shiyun, who didn't hear a response for a while, tilted his head in confusion, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Grandpa...are you asleep?"
While gently shaking his big hand, he asked again in a low voice.
After a while, Jane saw her 23rd uncle who still had no response. Wang Shiyun immediately turned around and looked at his brother Wang Shi'an.
However, looking at his brother who stood silently, Wang Shiyun couldn't help but become more confused on his pretty face.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Is Grandpa Twenty-Three asleep?"
Seeing that his brother didn't respond, Wang Shiyun couldn't help but whispered:
"Why doesn't my brother say anything?"
Rolling his eyes, Wang Shiyun's big black eyes slowly shone with light, and then he said to himself:
"Yunyun knows, you are playing a game with Yunyun to see who speaks first, right?"
"Then Yunyun won't say anything either!"
After Wang Shiyun finished talking to himself, he immediately kept his standing posture, motionless, and played a "game" with everyone with a serious expression.
What she doesn't know is that the winner of this game will only be Wang Lexheng...
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The moment Wang Lexheng closed his eyes, feeling his breath disappear, Wang Shian's heart suddenly became blank.
This is the first time Wang Shian has experienced this kind of thing in his two lives, even if his previous life was not comfortable.
But I have never witnessed the death of an elder, especially this elder, who gave him all the spiritual stones he had accumulated in his life without any return a few months ago.
Slowly, a strong feeling of sadness surged into his heart, making Wang Shian's breathing difficult...
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When Wang Lesheng was dying, his right hand was still holding a glass filled with wine. Until Wang Lesheng closed his eyes, he still could not drink the glass of wine.
This scene couldn't help but remind Wang Lequan of the past. The focus in his eyes slowly spread, and the thoughts in his heart were in chaos...
Several other monks who were also from the Lezi generation, at the moment Wang Lesheng closed his eyes, ripples could not help but appear in his calm mind.
There is still an unfinished wine glass in his hand, but this glass of wine can never be finished...
Wang Xiujie, who stood aside with a wine gourd in his hand, lowered his head in silence, with a dark look on his face.
The moment Wang Lesheng closed his eyes, Wang Xiurong turned around, his eyes full of wind and frost, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wang Xiuhai, as a fellow traveler in the last incident, since taking the Mad Spirit Pill, his cultivation strength has dropped to the peak level in the early stage of Qi training, and his lifespan has also been depleted to a certain extent.
At this moment, looking at Uncle Twenty-Third passing away with a smile, my heart is filled with sadness...
At the same time, in the small courtyard, an apricot tree quietly fluttered its leaves, as if it was silently telling something.
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After a moment, Wang Lequan, whose eyes slowly returned to focus, with a smile on his face, gently picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it down.
"Twenty-third brother, have a good journey..."
After drinking the wine, he said silently in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Lequan's expression returned to a majestic look. As the leader of the clan, he didn't have much time left to grieve.
After taking a look at the crowd who were immersed in sorrow, Wang Lequan said in a deep voice:
"The funeral affairs of the sixteenth and twenty-third brothers shall be handled according to the specifications of the family elders!"
Hearing this, Wang Leping nodded silently and said:
"My little brother understands."
"Secondly, regarding the previous discussion on the exchange of Foundation Establishment Pills, it was changed to deliver 20,000 contribution points in advance, and the remaining 10,000 points will be paid in five years after the foundation is established."
"If... you fail to build the foundation, there is no need to make up the payment," Wang Lequan paused and then added:
"This time only!"
Hearing this, Wang Leping glanced at his second brother unexpectedly. Although he saw that his second brother had a business-like look on his face, he knew in his heart that the second brother's regression had something to do with the matter of his twenty-third brother.
"Yes, patriarch!"
After saying this, Wang Lexuan took one last look, lowered his head to Wang Lexheng who was sitting on the stone bench, then turned around and left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
When Wang Lequan spoke, Wang Shi'an also came back to his senses and glanced at his twenty-third uncle sadly.
Then he slowly lowered his body, put Wang Lexheng's hands on his chest, and then said softly to Wang Shiyun who was motionless:
"Yunyun, my twenty-third uncle has left. Let's give him a gift."
After hearing this, Wang Shiyun, who had remained motionless, moved his body slightly, and then asked in a low voice:
"But Uncle Twenty-Third is here?"
In response to this statement, Wang Shi'an smiled reluctantly at Wang Shiyun, said nothing, and just held Wang Shiyun's little hand tightly.
Wang Lesheng's last words were undoubtedly deeply felt by Wang Shi'an. It could even be said that these words deeply touched the softest place in Wang Shi'an's heart.
During this period of time, if it weren't for the sudden experiences before him, Wang Shi'an would have forgotten some of his experiences in his previous life.
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After Wang Lequan left for a moment, Wang Leping looked at the three people still sitting on the stone bench and sighed softly:
"Eighteenth brother, nineteenth sister, twenty-second brother, there is no need to be too sad. The twenty-third brother has passed away."
After hearing this, the three people, who seemed to have been drained of all their strength, couldn't help but smile.
Yes, it is a blessing for those who cultivate immortality to die in good health.
Thinking like this, the three of them smiled easily, then slowly stood up, walked to Wang Lexheng's side, and lowered themselves to sort out his remains.
Seeing this, Wang Leping sighed slightly, and then said to Wang Xiujie and the others:
"Xiu Jie, you guys can do whatever you want. It's enough for us old men to be here. The family can't live without you."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiujie sighed and nodded slightly.
"In this case, my nephew will leave first. If there is anything I need to wait for, please ask Uncle Sixteen to give me instructions."
"Well, go ahead," Wang Leping said with a forced smile.
Seeing this, Wang Xiujie stopped hesitating and winked at Wang Xiurong and Wang Xiuhai who were standing aside. The latter nodded slightly, and then they bowed to the deceased Wang Lesheng and left immediately.
Seeing this scene, Wang Leping then looked at Wang Shi'an. The latter noticed his gaze, then bowed lightly and said:
"Sixteenth uncle, my grandson would like to give my twenty-third uncle a ride."
Staring at Wang Shi'an and remembering his twenty-third brother's words before his death, Wang Leping finally nodded gently.
"In that case, just take Yun'er and watch from the side. The uncles will do the specific work."
"Shi'an understands..."
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The next day, early morning.
"when……"
"when……"
"when……"
Under the glowing red light, the melodious bells rang out again on Qingyun Peak in the early morning.
The bell rang, causing the monks and mortals living on Crab Island to all raise their heads and look at the mountain peak that seemed to be about to soar into the sky.
In the eyes of ordinary people, although they are curious about the sound of the bell, they are not surprised. It doesn't matter because it has nothing to do with them.
But for the monks who have been practicing alone, the sound of bells only means one thing...
That is, a family elder has died or passed away, otherwise, the bell on Qingyun Peak would not ring.
Thinking of this, all the monks and clansmen all felt secretly. Then they put down what they were doing, flew into the sky, bowed in the direction of Qingyun Peak, and at the same time shouted loudly:
"Best regards, elder!"
"Best regards, elder!"
"..."
At this moment, only the clansmen who are in seclusion are exempted from this salute, and all other clansmen must respectfully send off to the elders.
In this way, we express our lifelong dedication to the elders, remember them in our hearts, and take pride in them. We will inherit his legacy and continue to move forward along the path of our ancestors.
It has to be said that this kind of system is undoubtedly a huge addition to the cohesion of the clan, and it has also inspired generations of Wang clan members to sacrifice their lives and blood and make selfless contributions.
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Standing at the foot of the back mountain of Qingyun Peak, there is a valley covered by a single formation. At the mouth of the valley, a huge stone tablet stands here, with a message: Ancestor of the Wang family.
It is where the Wang family monks cemetery is located.
In the valley, on the left side, a narrow path extends out. Continue along the road for a hundred steps.
The sight suddenly opened up, and hundreds of old and new tombs were quietly located here, giving people a strong sense of history.
Among them, in a less conspicuous place on the left side, a brand new tombstone stands quietly here.
On the left side, there are lines of small characters written on it.
The Wang family, the sixth generation of the clan, has lived twenty-three years and is famous for being happy.
On the right side, a brief introduction to his life is written.
In the middle, there are three big characters written by Wang Lesheng.
"Congratulations..."
Hearing the shouts from the distance, Wang Leping, who was standing in front of the tombstone, couldn't help crying secretly.
He knew that after today, although the words Wang Lesheng would be remembered by the tribe, for him.
Wang Lexheng will never appear again...
There were more than ten people standing aside. In addition to a few people from the Lezi generation, some clan members from the Xiu Zi generation also came here. Without exception, they were all clansmen who had given advice or helped Wang Lesheng before.
Among them, two little people in mourning clothes were particularly conspicuous. They were Wang Shi'an and Wang Shiyun.
After a night, feeling the sad expressions of the elders around him, the confused Wang Shiyun seemed to understand something, and did not ask why the twenty-third uncle did not speak.
Holding his brother Wang Shi'an's hand tightly, he stood aside with a solemn expression and said nothing.
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What is happening in the Wang family is not even a drop in the ocean to the outside world, so naturally no one will pay attention.
But... another thing is slowly setting off a storm for the entire Qianzhou Sea Area...
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Xinglong Island, Tainanfang City.
Tianbao Pavilion.
Since the end of the last annual auction, in front of the door of Box 1, which has been closed until now, an old man, with a hesitant look and a hint of urgency on his face, kept walking back and forth in front of the box door.
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