The servant of Zhiji opened the middle door of the royal palace. Old Master Wang was wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, standing by the door waiting for Wang Qi to bring the distinguished guests in.

Xuan Kong glanced at Mr. Wang and found that he was not very old, and rich people were well maintained. He looked about fifty years old. The brocade robe on his body had a good texture, but the color was simple, so he was obviously well versed in the low-key and luxurious way.

The servants on both sides bowed their heads and stood on both sides, with a very noble look.

What made Xuankong curious was that Mr. Wang’s good face was a fate of good fortune, longevity and well-being, but there was a faint darkness in the corners of his eyebrows, as if it was a sign that his life would be in the near future.

He turned sideways and asked Wang Qi to greet the old man. Wang Qi took a few steps, knelt on the ground with a "thump" sound, and choked:

"Dad, son Wang Qi is back home!"

Old Master Wang's originally serious face showed a smile. He took a few steps and personally helped Wang Qi up. He was cold on the outside and warm on the inside. In front of the family, he didn't say anything else, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

It turned out that he was extremely angry about Wang Qi leaving home to learn some immortal methods.

It was Brother Wang Qi who told Mr. Wang that day that day to Mr. Wang. Only then did the old man know the inside story. Regarding his youngest son's behavior of taking on the reputation of the Wang family despite the difficulties, he cursed a few words: "Nothing!"

But in my heart, I felt very relieved, and I felt a sense of successors.

Xuan Kong also followed behind and respectfully paid respect to his younger generation. He thought in his heart that when Mr. Wang was young, he had some admiration for his family to start from scratch to regain this huge family business.

Mr. Wang learned Xuan Kong's identity from his second daughter, and hurriedly avoided him, saying in panic: "I dare not be the great gift of immortals!"

Xuankong didn't care and said with a smile: "I have the same affection as my junior brother. This is a tribute as a junior, and the old man can bear it."

After he said this, Mr. Wang could not avoid receiving a tribute and said, "Heaven, Earth, Lord, Teacher, Heaven and Man are still above the elders. It is a blessing to be borne by the immortals for a few years."

Old Master Wang insisted, Xuan Kong naturally accepted the order. After he saluted, he turned around and said to the disciple behind him: "Jun'er, come and see the old man!"

Wang Jun responded and thought to himself: "I'm a loss."

When he became a disciple of Xuankong, Xuankong had already practiced the immortals and was considered a god among the gods. Even the great ceremony of kneeling three times and knocking nine times was worthy of it. However, if he wanted him to come to worship the old master, it would be unreasonable in terms of his identity.

Although I was reluctant in my heart, my teacher's order cannot be violated.

He still took a few steps, and he would kowtow and bow down as soon as his legs bent. However, Old Master Wang had been rolling in the mall all his life, and his eyes were so smart that he could see the Hotan Dragon Jade Pendant on Wang Jun's waist at first sight, and was shocked.

He hurriedly reached out to support Wang Jun and said, "The disciples of the immortal are also dragons and phoenixes in the sky. I am just mortals in the world. We don't have to stick to common etiquette."

Wang Jun looked at the master, nodded when he saw Xuan Kong, and then stood up and bowed.

Even the little fox lying on his shoulder straightened up, picked up his two front paws and bowed to Old Master Wang.

Old Master Wang said repeatedly: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it!" He called the servants who were attending the surroundings and ordered them to lead the carriage to the backyard, then reached out to invite Xuan Kong and others into the lobby.

He sent his youngest son to the backyard to meet his old mother, and took Xuankong and others to sit in the hall for tea.

Mr. Wang said, "My youngest son has envied the immortals since he was a child. He just said that he wanted to learn immortal arts and come back to develop his family business. I originally thought that he was lard and was a foolish idea, but he did not expect that now he really worshipped the immortals as his master, which is also the glory of my ancestors of the Wang family."

Xuan Kong smiled and said, "As the saying goes, the master is an individual who leads his door to practice. When his junior brother is on the mountain, he works hard and now half of his foot is on the road of practice."

Mr. Wang said "um" and asked carefully, "I don't know where the immortals practice?"

Xuankong said seriously: "We are disciples of Laoshan Sect."

Mr. Wang raised his thumbs up: "I have long admired the name of Laoshan. It is indeed a spiritual land of immortals. Only by attracting immortals like you to stay."

Xuan Kong said modestly: "Immortals dare not behave, the old man just needs to call me Xuan Kong."

Mr. Wang did not refuse this time: "Well, you and my Xiaoqi are brothers, so I will be entrusted once. I will call you a nephew, and you will call me uncle?"

Xuan Kong responded, and Mr. Wang laughed and asked, "Uncle, the naked eye, the virtuous nephew is still young. I wonder if he has ever been married?"

Among the Taoist sects, each sect has its own rules, and some branches cannot help but marry. Xuankong did not expect Mr. Wang to ask this question, and said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't done it yet." Mr. Wang stroked his beard and smiled: "That must be the beauty I love?"

Xuan Kong glanced at him and saw that only his disciple Wang Jun was sitting next to him. The little fox followed Wang Qi to the inner hall to see his mother.

Neither the little fox is here, Xuan Kong can tell the truth, and shook his head and said, "No." He is devoted to practicing Taoism and immortality. Although he is also interested in beauties, he would never want to let him talk about marriage and marry Xuan Kong now.

Even when facing the beautiful fragrant jade, Jiangxue, and Xuankong, who are as beautiful as the fairy in the painting, they just admire and admire, and then let go of their hearts after passing by.

Mr. Wang smiled for a while and suddenly said, "I have a young daughter, Xiaoqi's sixth sister. I don't know if I am interested in it?"

Xuankong was stunned. Wang Jun below couldn't help laughing, and was about to get up and leave to leave the master to talk to the "father-in-law". Xuankong glared at him and stopped his disciples, and then refused: "I dare not love the current generation, but Xuankong is dedicated to practicing and does not dare to be contaminated with the emotions of the world."

Mr. Wang is still waiting to persuade him again: "I have also asked Xiaoqi that his nephew is in a profound way and has already passed the pass of Kushou Yuanyang. If you don't dislike the little girl's low birth, you can also consider it. The little girl has a kind and good personality, and all the needlework girls are good..."

No matter what he said, Xuan Kong just shook his head.

Mr. Wang said, "As long as you marry a little girl, I will be given half of my family business. How about building Laoshan Villa with you on the shore of the North Sea?" After hearing this, Xuan Kong's eyes turned black and he secretly hated Wang Qi's mouth. He immediately started to plot against his senior brother.

On one hand, it is a major emotional event for oneself, and on the other hand, it is a major development plan for the Laoshan School.

When Xuankong was unable to think about it, a servant hurriedly walked into the hall with a fruit plate covered with red cloth and said, "Master, today's snacks are delivered." Mr. Wang then stopped talking, moved his index fingers with both hands, and forced himself to pat Xuankong's hand and said:

"My dear nephew is not in a hurry, think slowly, my Wang family's door will be opened for you at any time."
Chapter completed!