At that ti, Lu Xianzhi spoke to Lu Changsheng in this way.
Although the Lu Family disciples usually have a few puppets, they do not have many.
This ti, Lu Quanzhen took out six puppets at once, all intended for exploring relic secret realms.
Combining this with his brother’s performance at White Tiger Mountain, he imdiately had this speculation in his mind.
“Yes, I am aware of Quanzhen’s intentions;
he plans to take a challenge,” he said.
Since his son had guessed it, Lu Changsheng did not conceal it.
He briefly explained Lu Quanzhen’s situation, asking him not to tell others.
Then, he asked with so concern about Lu Xianzhi’s own affairs.
This son, managing the puppet factory for years, had been diligent and earnest, already making puppets one of the main industries of Bi Lake Mountain.
Although the business had not yet expanded beyond local borders.
But the puppets of the Bi Lake Mountain brand, being both affordable and high quality, had already dominated the puppetry market in the surrounding area.
In the future, once the family manpower increased, and the production and logistics improved, they could expand the business further.
After chatting for a while, Lu Changsheng thought about his son’s Ninth Grade Spiritual Root and sighed.
He then visited his own wine brewing workshop, talisman workshop, and Treasure Elixir Pavilion.
The Treasure Elixir Pavilion was the family’s alchemy workshop.
Since it was managed by Li Xingruo, who had traveled thousands of miles to Bi Lake Mountain, Lu Changsheng decided to use the na “Treasure Elixir Pavilion.”
Currently, the Treasure Elixir Pavilion was in its initial stage, focusing on training alchemists.
After all, to train alchemists and mass-produce elixir dicines was no easy task.
Therefore, Lu Changsheng did not plan to rely on alchemy for profit in the short term;
the main goal was to train alchemists to supply elixir dicines for his own family.
He would consider profit once the scale enlarged.
However, there was one thing worth ntioning.
When Lu Changsheng proposed naming the alchemy workshop Treasure Elixir Pavilion, it made Li Xingruo sentintal and sadly reflective.
Perhaps it was also because he had drunk a little wine, he then made so bold statents and actions.
Lu Changsheng, always soft-hearted, could not bear to see such a sight.
In the end, he played the role of a husband and father, providing her with comfort.
After that conversation, their relationship naturally progressed further.
…
A month later.
A divine rainbow burst through the Nine Heaven Gang Winds, forming a giant gourd that slowly descended.
On the giant gourd lay a stunningly beautiful woman, drunk and languid, appearing as if she had not yet woken up.
Beside her, two gourd vines were woven into two baskets.
Inside them sat a youth in his twenties with sword-like eyebrows and handso features, and a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, with a pretty face and bright eyes.
“Qingshan, Qingzhu, this must be Qingzhu Mountain you talked about, right?”
The mature beauty looked at the Qingzhu Mountain in the landscape, filled with verdant bamboo, and asked her two disciples.
This woman was none other than Tianyuan True Immortal.
She had co personally to Jiang Country this ti, sending her disciple Lu Qingshan to participate in the Purple Shadow Secret Realm and taking the opportunity to visit her ho.
“Ah, Master, Xiaozhu and I are only in the Qi Refinent phase, it’s so high, we can’t see clearly at all.”
Lu Qingshan looked down, seeing only a vast whiteness, barely making out the continuous mountain ranges.
“That’s true, I had forgotten,” said Tianyuan with a misty gaze, lightly tapping her forehead, then with a flick of her finger, an image of Qingzhu Mountain instantly appeared before them.
“Master, this is my ho, Qingzhu Mountain!”
Lu Qingshan quickly said, his expression and that of his sister Lu Qingzhu both excited.
Although their parents had visited them at the Jinyang Sect four years ago.
But the two siblings had only been ten years old when they first went to the Jinyang Sect with Tianyuan True Immortal.
Now, having been away from ho for fifteen years.
Apart from their parents, there were other family elders, younger brothers, and childhood friends at ho.
Thus, they still missed their ho deeply and were attached to it.
“Alright.”
Once confird by Tianyuan True Immortal, the gourd instantly transford into a divine rainbow, shooting towards Qingzhu Mountain.
“This spiritual pressure, such aura! A Nascent Soul Immortal!?”
Inside Qingzhu Mountain, Lu Family Patriarch Lu Muping suddenly sensed a magical fluctuation, which frightened him into trembling and breaking a cold sweat, imdiately activating the family’s great formation.
“Go ahead, I will co back to pick you up after so days,” said the gourd, hovering above Qingzhu Mountain, as Tianyuan True Immortal spoke to her two disciples.
“Master, won’t you co in for a cup of tea and rest for a while?”
Lu Qingzhu said softly.
“I have other duties,” replied the master.
Tianyuan True Immortal casually remarked.
Although she had brought the two of them here, she had no interest in their families and didn’t want to be entangled in their affairs.
Besides, if she were to enter, the entire family would have to be restricted, which would make her uncomfortable.
“Thank you for your hard work, Master.”
Lu Qingshan knew his master’s personality well – she didn’t like to be bothered.
He imdiately bowed, slapped his storage bag, and a flying sword appeared.
Then he flew off towards Qingzhu Mountain with his sister, Lu Qingzhu.
“Hehe, I wonder what it will be like when Dad, Mom, Grandpa, and Qing Song see us coming back.”
Lu Qingshan grinned, eagerly anticipating the reunion.
Especially the expressions on Grandpa and his brother’s faces upon seeing him.
But the next mont, he rembered that he was considered a Little Sword Immortal now, and naturally needed to maintain a certain image at first sight.
Imdiately, he coughed lightly, stood up straight, and gathered the casual smile on his face into a stern expression.
“Who goes there, what business do you have on Qingzhu Mountain?”
As Lu Muping arrived outside of Qingzhu Mountain and saw Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingzhu, he spoke respectfully.
It had to be said, Lu Qingshan’s deanor was exceptionally striking.
With his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, white teeth, his face stern and with sharp features.
Dressed in an opulent white-gold magical robe, standing on a flying sword, his whole body emitted a sharp and vigorous aura.
Lu Qingzhu, standing beside him, although not as extraordinary as Lu Qingshan, still clearly looked like a mber of a prominent family.
Especially the slight Nascent Soul Magical Power aura that had just leaked, which made him sweat profusely, unsure of the purpose of such characters visiting his ho.
“Lu Qingshan.”
Lu Qingshan said this.
Lu Qingzhu, looking at the familiar face of Lu Muping in front of her, carefully asked, “Are you Brother Muping?”
“You are… Qing Shan and Qing Zhu!?”
On hearing these words, Lu Muping was startled and imdiately recognized who the two were.
He had thought they looked familiar, but he had completely dared not think in that direction.
Now, hearing Lu Qingshan’s and Lu Qingzhu’s words, he suddenly rembered an old family secret.
Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge’s children, who were taken as disciples by a Nascent Soul Immortal.
Who would have thought that these siblings would return today and in such an extraordinary fashion.
“Qing Shan, Qing Zhu, you’ve returned!”
Inside Qingzhu Mountain, an elder in a blue Confucian robe, his hair gray, saw Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingzhu outside and imdiately his eyes reddened, his voice trembling as he shouted.
Lu Yuanding hadn’t expected that just recently he was still reminiscing about the two children, and now the siblings had returned.
He hurried out of the mountain gate, excitedly trembling as he looked at them, yet sowhat hesitant to approach.
The siblings had changed so much;
his mory of them still lingered on their younger days.
“Grandpa!”
“Grandpa!”
The two of them called out excitedly upon seeing Lu Yuanding, who had obviously aged quite a bit.
Back in the day, Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge were busy, and Lu Yuanding had just retired, devoting all his attention to caring for the three siblings, feeling very close to them.
“Very good, very good.”
Lu Yuanding hugged the siblings, crying tears of joy, his red eyes filled with a relieved and joyous smile.
Originally, when the siblings were taken as disciples by the Nascent Soul Immortal and went to Jinyang Sect, even though he was happy as a grandparent, he secretly worried for a long ti.
Now, seeing how they were, knowing they’d turned out far better than he had imagined, he was naturally overjoyed.
“Grandpa, you’ve gotten a lot older.”
Lu Qingzhu, seeing her grandfather’s wrinkled face, said with so heartache, reaching out to wipe his tears.
The Lu Yuanding of those days, although not young, still took care of his appearance.
Over these fifteen years, as he aged, he paid less attention to his looks, appearing much more elderly.
“Hahaha, at Grandpa’s age, it’s natural to grow old.”
“And my Qing Shan and little Zhu have also grown up, haven’t they.”
Lu Yuanding said, laughing heartily.
“Grandpa, I brought you a Lifespan Extension Pill on this trip back.”
Lu Qingshan stated.
He had co bearing gifts for the family.
“Hehe, Qing Shan, that’s very thoughtful of you, but Grandpa has already taken a Lifespan Extension Pill. Let’s go ho first.”
“I’ll send a ssage to Bi Lake Mountain now, your parents will be so happy to know you’ve returned.”
Lu Yuanding spoke thus.
He originally wanted to ask about the condition of the Nascent Soul Immortal.
But when he looked up, he found that Tianyuan True Immortal had already departed without him noticing.
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