Lingxiao Immortal Clan

After the Yang clan member left, Ling Xiaoshun also stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the large courtyard in front of him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After a while, a tall, plump and beautiful woman opened the courtyard door.

Seeing this woman, Ling Pengyun immediately had a smile on his face and shouted to the woman in front of him.

"mother!"

Ling Xiaoshun on the other side also smiled and shouted at this time. "lady."

This beautiful lady is none other than Ling Pengyun’s mother, Yang Qiuyun.

When Yang Qiuyun heard the call outside the door, her eyes immediately focused on Ling Pengyun, and joy suddenly appeared on her face.

"Ms. sir, Xiaoyun, why are you all here?"

"Xiaoyun is now a first-level mid-level spiritual cultivator. He was sent to Lingyun Mountain by his family some time ago. During this Spring Festival, our family finally has a reunion year after five years." Ling Xiaoshun said with a smile.

Yang Qiuyun was shocked when she heard that Ling Pengyun had reached the first-level mid-level along with Ling Zhi, and the joy on her face became even more intense. She looked at Ling Pengyun with a questioning look, and she was very happy when she saw Ling Pengyun nodding in confirmation.

"Good boy!"

She and Ling Xiaohua have been away from the family all these years to manage the family shop in Yunshuifang City, just to earn more training resources for Ling Pengyun.

Now that she sees how promising her child Ling Pengyun is, she feels that her hard work over the years has not been in vain.

Family reunions are always happy.

The three of them stood outside the door, chatting together for a while. Most of them were Yang Qiuyun, the mother, who asked her only son Ling Pengyun about his experience in stationing at Qingshi Mountain.

In response to these inquiries, Ling Pengyun naturally would not tell everything. If he told dangerous things, it would only increase his parents' worries. Most of them would talk about the discovery of mineral veins, the discovery of fruit flower bee colonies, and other good things.

The three of them chatted outside the door for half an hour. In the courtyard hall, Zhao Hong'e, who was using various spiritual silk silks to make dowry quilts with the soon-to-be-married Yang Siling, realized that her sister-in-law had not returned to the hall and was in the courtyard. From time to time, laughter and laughter could be heard outside, and I was suddenly curious.

She stood up and walked out of the house. Only then did she see her husband-in-law and her child, who turned out to be her sister-in-law, arrived. Now the family was chatting outside the door.

Looking at the harmonious family in front of her, Zhao Hong'e thought of her daughter Yang Siling who was about to marry far away, but instead of feeling happy, Zhao Hong'e felt a little sad.

Although her daughter Yang Siling married well, her husband was a descendant of a powerful Jindan man, which played a decisive role in Yang Siling's future and the entire Yang family.

But it is precisely because of this that Zhao Hong'e is a little afraid that her daughter who is married far away will receive some unfair treatment after marriage.

For example, the husband is tired of her daughter Yang Siling and marries a concubine in the future.

If Wu Yan, who is a descendant of Jindan, wants to take a concubine, no one can stop him.

"Hey!" Zhao Hong'e looked sad and sighed helplessly.

This sigh alarmed the Ling Pengyun family who were chatting happily outside the courtyard gate.

When Ling Pengyun saw her aunt Zhao Hong'e, she quickly opened her mouth and shouted respectfully. "aunt."

Ling Xiaoshun also shouted. "sister in law."

"Peng Yun, brother-in-law, you are here." Zhao Hong'e was bored and had no intention of greeting her, so she said weakly.

However, Yang Qiuyun, who had a good relationship with Zhao Hong'e, immediately guessed something when she saw Zhao Hong'e's sad face.

She talked to Ling Pengyun and his son. "You guys go sit in the back room for a while, and I will chat with my sister-in-law for a while."

After saying this, Yang Qiuyun walked to Zhao Hong'e and took Zhao Hong'e to a secluded room to calm Zhao Hong'e's emotions.

As for Ling Pengyun and his son, they found Yang Siling, who was about to get married, and chatted with them.

As the elder, Ling Xiaoshun had nothing to talk about with Yang Siling, so he just watched and listened to the chat between the cousins ​​Pengyun and Yang Siling.

After chatting for a while, Ling Pengyun began to ask Yang Siling, a foundation-building monk in front of him, some cultivation problems.

Yang Siling, a foundation-building monk, did not hide anything. She answered all questions and gave Ling Pengyun a copy of her experience of breaking through the foundation-building, so that Ling Pengyun could watch it carefully before trying to break through the foundation-building in the future.

In the evening, Yang Siling, Yang Si's family, and Yang Minghua all sat at the same table and had a happy New Year's Eve dinner.

Ling Xiaoshun's parents were mortals and both died after running out of longevity more than ten years ago. Therefore, as early as more than ten years ago, Ling Xiaoshun's family often celebrated the New Year at the elder Yang Minghua's house.

Ling Pengyun's grandmother, Yang Minghua's wife, was killed by an evil cultivator a few years ago when she went out. It was a tragedy. She only experienced the pain of raising children, but not the blessing of filial piety.

…

A few days passed, but in the blink of an eye, it was February 1st.

On this day, hundreds of spiritual birds surrounded a ten-foot-long golden flying boat and arrived outside Pingyun Mountain.

"Junior Bailingmen Wu Yan is here to greet his first wife Yang Siling."

A young voice came from the golden flying boat and resounded throughout Pingyun Mountain.

Pingyun Mountain, in a courtyard.

Ling Pengyun heard the movement outside the mountain, raised his head and saw the huge flying boat guarded by hundreds of birds in the sky. He paused and sighed secretly.

"This flying boat should be the famous second-order high-grade medium-sized flying boat Jinyunzhou in Bailingmen, which is famous for its weapon refining."

"Using this flying boat to welcome the bride will be very grand."

Outside the mountain, Wu Yan's voice had just fallen.

The clouds in the sky of Pingyun Mountain suddenly flashed with spiritual light, turning into large spiritual flowers and falling down.

As the flowers fell, the large and medium-sized flying boat Jinyunzhou in the sky also landed in a wide area halfway up the Pingyun Mountain.

As soon as the golden flying boat landed on the ground, many members of the Yang family gathered and boarded the flying boat in an orderly manner, including Yang Siling, who was getting married this time, and Ling Pengyun's family.

After a while, the huge golden flying boat turned into a spiritual light, disappeared in the air, and turned into a golden light to leave this area.

The next day.

When the golden flying boat stopped, it came to a wide area specially vacated in the center of the square of Bailingmen, which was filled with thousands of wine tables.

"The newlyweds have arrived."

In the core of Bailingmen, a middle-aged man with the air of a Confucian scholar floated in the air and landed next to the golden flying boat to welcome the arrival of the Yang family.

This middle-aged man was Wu Tian, ​​the newly promoted Jindan strongman of Bailingmen, who was called "Lingfu Zhenren". He was also Wu Yan's biological father.

Afterwards, Wu Yan and his wife, as well as the people of the Yang family, also began the usual wedding banquet process of worshipping in the hall.

After these customs were completed, Ling Fu Zhenren Wu Tianxi said.

"The wedding banquet officially begins, all guests, please start eating."

After these words fell, the cultivators present dared to start eating.

Although Ling Pengyun's family is a member of the Ling family, only one person from the Ling family came this time, that is, the clan leader Ling Yunhong, who sat at the wine table exclusively for foundation-building cultivators.

Therefore, Ling Pengyun's family could only eat with the Yang family.

There were many delicious things at this wedding banquet.

First of all, everyone could get a first-level lower-grade spiritual fruit at the banquet, and the dishes were even more abundant.

Such as chicken soup cooked by first-level upper-grade spiritual chicken, snake soup of demon snake, stir-fried demon beast meat, and big pig's trotters of copper gong pigs...

This banquet can only be described in one word, heroic.

These dishes tasted pretty good, all cooked by the many spiritual chefs of Bailingmen who worked overtime, and they also contained a lot of spiritual energy.

Many guests were very satisfied with the food.