Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

As time passed...

The days passed!

Many clan members who traveled and practiced outside have almost all returned to the clan.

This day!

In a certain ancient courtyard in Ping'an City, an unhappy voice came.

"Didn't those bastards receive the notice from the clan?

You let me explain to your grandfather!"

"If the family is in danger, will they ignore it?"

Speaking of this, the gray-haired old man looked at the middle-aged cultivator in front of him, and his expression became even more furious.

"See how well you teach your descendants!"

Yes!

This gray-haired old man with a mighty aura all over his body is the elegant Cheng Qingyang of that year!

He is also the first generation of the Cheng family immortal clan and the acting patriarch!

However, many years have passed, and the once majestic Cheng Qingyang has now become an old man.

But compared with the cultivation level back then, it is incomparable!

Now Cheng Qingyang is a genuine Jindan Zhenren.

He is also one of the few Jindan cultivators in Ping'an Immortal City.

At this time, the reason why he was so angry was that his descendants dared to ignore the family's fourth-level emergency call!

If you say you won't come back, then don't come back!

Just let the clan members bring back a message.

Where can he put his old face!

On the other side!

The middle-aged cultivator saw his old father was angry and lowered his head in shame. Facing his old father's accusation, he didn't know how to explain!

It can't be said that it is a problem with the family's educational philosophy!

If he dared to say it out loud...

As a fan of the old ancestor, the old father would definitely eat him alive!

Even if it was his own son?

The old father would never be soft-hearted.

Therefore.

The middle-aged cultivator did not dare to propose this matter.

At this time...

A strong figure walked in from outside the hall.

"Qingyang, what's wrong?"

"I heard your roar from a distance!"

As soon as the voice fell,

A middle-aged man with a strong face and wearing a wide robe walked into the hall with big strides.

Seeing the visitor, Cheng Qingyang, who was sitting on the chair, stood up quickly.

"Meet father!"

"Meet grandfather!"

Yes!

The visitor was Cheng Pingan.

Immediately, Cheng Pingan sat down without being polite.

Seeing that the father and son were still standing, he waved his hand and said:

"Okay, sit down and talk slowly if you have something to say."

Hearing this.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but glance at his old father.

Noticing his son's gaze, the gray-haired Cheng Qingyang frowned slightly and said unhappily:

"Why are you standing there?

Grandfather asked you to sit down, so you sit down!"

"Do you need me to tell you about this little thing?"

Seeing that his old father was about to get angry, the middle-aged monk didn't dare to say much and sat down carefully.

At this time, Cheng Pingan, who was sitting upright on the chair, chuckled and said:

"Qingyang, you sit down too!

And can you control your temper a little!

Why do you get more angry the older you get?

"What's the matter? Can't we discuss it?

Is it necessary to be so angry?

And when I asked you to take the anti-aging pill, you refused to listen.

Now...

What's the difference between you and an old man!

Outside, when we are together, people still think you are my father?"

As soon as these words came out.

The middle-aged monk on the side nodded subconsciously.

Isn't it?

The appearance of my father now is completely different from that of my grandfather.

People who don't know the inside story will definitely make a mistake.

But the next moment, a sharp gaze fell on the middle-aged monk, and the cold gaze instantly frightened him.

Then, the gray-haired Cheng Qingyang retracted his gaze and looked at Cheng Pingan nonchalantly:

"Father!

That anti-aging pill is too extravagant."

"With these spiritual medicines, even if I can't refine the spiritual pills to improve my cultivation, I can exchange them for spiritual stones!"

"I don't care about my appearance!

It won't affect my cultivation and lifespan anyway."

"Besides, I'm a man, not a beauty-loving female cultivator. Why should I care about these things?"

On the other side.

The middle-aged cultivator heard Cheng Pingan's words and instantly had the urge to sigh.

The old father's words have too wide a scope of impact!

Then he looked at his grandfather carefully.

As expected!

At this time, his grandfather's face had become gloomy.

"Oh?" Cheng Pingan said sarcastically:

"So the cultivators who take anti-aging pills are not good men, right!"

Cheng Qingyang also noticed the wrong tone in Cheng Pingan's voice.

He immediately looked up...

He saw Cheng Pingan, who was sitting on the chair, looking at him with a fake smile.

At this moment!

The gray-haired Cheng Qingyang also realized that the unintentional words before had a wide range of impact.

Not only did it affect his old father!

Even his grandfather, whom he always respected, was affected.

Thinking of this.

Cheng Qingyang hurriedly explained.

Seeing this, Cheng Pingan could only suppress his unhappy emotions in his heart.

After all, Cheng Qingyang was his son after all.

He couldn't scold him for such a small matter!

And Cheng Qingyang looked so old now that he couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to scold him!

And then he remembered the purpose of this trip, and he got straight to the point:

"Qingyang!

At the celebration banquet for the ancestor, we can't just eat and drink!"

"It should be more lively!"

"Father, what do you mean..."

"Let some younger generations perform at the banquet.

It should be more lively!"

And then.

Cheng Pingan directly stated his intention.

"Qingyang, your team must have at least six programs."

"And each program must at least make people's eyes shine, don't fool around."

"At this celebration banquet for the ancestor, not only will the ancestor show up, but the grandmother will also appear."

"Let them two old people be happy, happy!"

At the end, Cheng Pingan added:

"Qingyang!

With this banquet, let them two old people see the filial piety of you younger generations."

At this time.

Cheng Qingyang listened to his father's words.

He couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp.

Wow!

Six programs!

And they must be eye-catching!

Time is still tight!

Not only that, but we also need to show filial piety to the younger generation.

No matter how you look at it, it is not an easy task.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qingyang coughed dryly, and glanced to one side, like a transparent cheap son.

Seeing the color of his old father, the middle-aged man also understood his old father's intention.

He immediately said:

"Grandfather!

Six programs that make people's eyes shine, it's too difficult!"

"If it's one or two programs, we can still think of a way."

As soon as this was said.

Cheng Qingyang immediately echoed:

"Yes!

Father, you are also embarrassing me!"

Seeing this, Cheng Pingan glanced at this cheap son indifferently.

"Isn't this a discussion with you!"

"You must perform six programs at the banquet."

Then his tone softened, and he continued:

"Don't worry!

The tasks of the other teams will not be easier than yours."

Seeing that his old father looked like he had no room for negotiation, Cheng Qingyang could only nod and accept his fate.

"Okay!

We'll take this job!"

"That's right!" Cheng Pingan said with a smile.

After solving this matter...

He was in a good mood for a long time.

And then he seemed to have thought of something, and said seriously:

"But if you mess up, don't blame your father for punishing you."

"Don't worry!

I will never let you lose face in front of the ancestor!"

Cheng Qingyang responded helplessly.

"Okay!" Cheng Pingan nodded:

"Then you get ready!

There are still some things that need to be dealt with by your father."

Said.

Cheng Pingan stood up without hesitation and prepared to go out.

Just then...

Cheng Qingyang said quickly:

"Wait a minute!"

"Anything else?"

Cheng Pingan stopped his steps, turned around and looked at Cheng Qingyang, and asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Soon.

Cheng Qingyang said with shame:

"Father, several of my descendants did not return after receiving the family's message."

"It's because I didn't discipline them well. Please punish me, father!"

"It's a small matter!" Cheng Ping'an said nonchalantly:

"After all, the younger generation has their own affairs. Maybe they are tied up by something important..."

Seeing his father's nonchalant look, Cheng Qingyang said faintly:

"But the message is the family's Level 4 emergency summons!"

As soon as these words came out.

Cheng Ping'an, who originally looked nonchalant, instantly lost his nonchalant look on his face.

Instead, he looked like a dark cloud, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

He looked at his cheap son coldly, and said word by word:

"You mean, they knew that the family issued a Level 4 summons, but still refused the order!

Is that so?

The cold voice jumped out from his teeth word by word.

Seeing his father's look, Cheng Qingyang bowed his head and said with difficulty:

"...Yes!"

"But please give these juniors a chance to make amends!"

"Hmph!" Cheng Ping'an said coldly:

"No rules, no order!"

"It seems that the family's many years of grace have also made these juniors forget the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation."

"Otherwise!

If the other juniors follow suit, the family that the ancestors painstakingly built will sooner or later fall apart!"

"Don't worry about this!

This matter will be handled by your father."

After the words fell.

Cheng Ping'an ignored his son's plea and walked out immediately.

Not long after!

Cheng Qingyao, with a cold expression, walked towards the teleportation hall with a murderous look on his face.

Followed by a team of black-robed foundation-building cultivators.

Seeing this scene.

Many cultivators in Ping'an Immortal City began to discuss.

"What happened?

Ancestor Qingyao was dispatched!"

"What else could it be?

Someone in the clan must have done something extremely treasonous!

You forgot that Ancestor Qingyao is the ancestor who controls the Law Enforcement Hall."

"Otherwise!

Why would Ancestor Qingyao be dispatched at this time?

And the matter must be serious."

"That makes sense!"

"The Law Enforcement Hall is a group of outstanding cultivators with strong combat power. Every law enforcement cultivator is extremely proficient in the clan's several killing magics.

One against three is a matter of course. "

"Isn't it?

In the original selection, the rigid threshold alone eliminated 90% of the clan members. "

"Every law enforcement monk who can pass the test can definitely beat the monks of the same level."

"Of course!

You also don’t want to think about the generous salary of the Law Enforcement Hall and your own talent in fighting...

It would be strange if his combat power is not high! "

"Too!

However, the salary of law enforcement monks is indeed quite exciting! "

"That's what you said.

No matter who it is, who can not be tempted! "

"But this is normal. After all, the members of the Law Enforcement Hall are the essence of our clan."

"If you don't have the ability to fight with others, how can you protect the safety of our people in the future?"

“···”

While many members of the Ping An Immortal Clan were discussing, one of the middle-aged monks immediately ran to a small courtyard somewhere.

After entering the courtyard...

The middle-aged monk didn't care about anything else and said hurriedly:

"Father, it's not good!

Aunt Qingyao led the clan members from the Law Enforcement Hall and walked towards the Teleportation Hall. "

Hear this!

The gray-haired Cheng Qingyang raised his head slowly and said calmly:

"Then what do you want me to do as a father?"

"Are you going to stop it?

Or go and report the news? "

"And don't forget, even my father can't control you Aunt Qingyao. There are only three people in the entire fairy city who can control you Aunt Qingyao!

Ancestor!

Grandma!

And your grandfather! "

“But ancestors and grandmothers have been in seclusion all year round and don’t care about anything.

Now it is obvious that this is an order from your grandfather! "

"So you asked your father to do some tricks secretly behind your grandfather's back?"

"Can···"

The middle-aged monk was about to say something when he was directly interrupted by Cheng Qingyang.

"No need to say more!

The clan has clan rules, and the clan has clan laws. "

"It goes against the clan rules. There is no personal relationship in this matter!"

However, Cheng Qingyang looked at his son who couldn't bear it and sighed softly:

"Don't worry!"

"The lives of your juniors should be safe!

After all, this matter did not lead to serious consequences! "

"But according to the clan rules, it is certain that his cultivation will be abolished and his memory will be erased."

"Is this too much?"

"Foolish!"

“If the law is not to be feared, how can it be a deterrent?”

"If you really can't bear it, after these descendants of yours are dealt with, you can place them in the mortal Gourd Valley.

The Chengjiabao, which was built not long ago, is home to a large number of people who have no spiritual roots.

When the time comes, you can give them a few more concubines to continue their bloodline. "

"Perhaps the blood descendants of your descendants will be able to return to the Immortal City again and embark on the path to immortality."

After a long time.

The middle-aged monk nodded helplessly and said:

"Um!

Got it, father! "

“···”

Half a month later!

Cheng Qingyao, with an angry look on his face, walked out of the teleportation hall with a team of black-robed law enforcement monks.

After that, he dragged one monk after another in a state of embarrassment.

Count them down.

There are a dozen monks.

There is even a foundation-building monk.

It's a pity that these monks are no longer as energetic as before, but instead look like dead dogs.

Half a day later!

During the Great Zhou Dynasty, Hulu Valley, there were more than a dozen demented mortals in the Chengjia Fort.

However, these mortals are treated very well. Not only do they live in luxurious houses, but they are also accompanied by many beautiful maids.

To this.

Many mortals in Chengjia Fort were also curious.

Unfortunately, the few Qi Refining Stage monks from the Cheng Clan’s Immortal Clan who were guarding the Calabash Valley were extremely taboo and did not reveal any information.

However, even if the Immortal Master didn't say anything, the mortals in Chengjiabao didn't dare to ask any more questions.

This incident has become a strange incident in Chengjiabao!

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