Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 12 Xiao Qingshan (please read)
"Xiao Qingshan?" Song Changsheng was even more surprised.

Xiaoqingshan is the name of a spiritual mountain. It can be regarded as an enclave of the family. It is thousands of miles away from Cangmang Peak and its geographical location is somewhat remote.

However, the conditions there are not bad. There is a second-level spiritual vein underground, and the spiritual energy is very abundant, which is more than enough for the Qi-training monks to practice.

The family's main business there is to raise spiritual fish and some spiritual beasts. They are all kept in a free-range manner, and no one needs to worry too much. It is a rare place to relax.

Apart from being a little remote, there are almost no shortcomings.

However, the elders of the family usually go there, so why was it sent to him this time?

Seemingly seeing his doubts, Song Xianming smiled helplessly and said: "You scared your mother quite a bit this time. Last time when you came back, you told me to change you to a more secure task.

Your mother has never begged anyone in her life, and I will satisfy her wishes, both emotionally and rationally.It just so happens that your 53-year-old grandfather is getting older, so it’s up to you to replace him and take care of him until he lasts. "

"promise."

Song Changsheng quickly promised that this mission was exactly what he wanted. Although it was a bit remote, he didn't have to worry too much and could practice safely.

"Well, you pack up. Your twelfth uncle will send you there in three days." Song Xianming nodded, indicating that Song Changsheng could leave.

Before Song Changsheng had gone far, he heard a violent cough from behind, and his mood suddenly became a little gloomy.

After walking out of the main hall, Song Changsheng sighed in a low voice: "The price Grandpa paid back then was too high, and the seclusion has not had any effect over the years. Where can I find treasures that can replenish vitality..."

He couldn't help but worry, Song Xianming was already 250 years old this year, and foundation-building monks generally only lived about [-] years old.

By forcibly terminating the breakthrough, Song Xianming even damaged the origin of life and greatly reduced his lifespan. If he could no longer seek a breakthrough, his life would come to an end.

He is the white jade pillar of the Song family and the purple golden beam across the sea. Once he is dead, it will be a devastating blow to the family.

"You have to become stronger as soon as possible..."

Three days later, Song Changsheng, who had packed everything, stood on the cliff and waited quietly.

After a while, a long rainbow flew over at high speed from a distance.

Flying with a sword is one of the hallmarks of a foundation-building monk.

"My nephew has met my twelfth uncle. I'll help you this time." Song Changsheng looked at the figure in front of him and said respectfully.

Song Luhuai said with a smile: "As a family, why bother talking about it? Actually, let me tell you, you should stay in the family and practice hard. You can achieve foundation building as soon as possible so that you can share the burden with us."

Song Changsheng said with a serious face: "A bowl of water must be balanced. My nephew is no different from anyone else. How can I just enjoy it without paying anything?"

"Good boy, good boy." Song Luhuai patted Song Changsheng on the shoulder with emotion. If everyone can think like this, why worry about the family not being happy.

"It's getting late, let's hit the road."

"promise."

Song Changsheng stepped onto the flying sword and felt only a slight shaking. The scenery around him quickly retreated behind him, but in an instant, they were already in the clouds.

The feeling of flying on a flying sword is completely different from that of flying on a paper kite. Song Changsheng only felt that he had transformed into a bird, soaring freely under the sky...

This was a very novel experience, but the speed of the flying sword was too fast. In just half an hour, they covered a distance of more than 1000 miles.As the height slowly dropped, a somewhat short spiritual mountain appeared in front of Song Changsheng. This was their destination - Xiao Qingshan.

"This is the small green mountain that the great elder captured by killing the second-order high-grade monster. I have long heard that the scenery here is unique, and now it turns out that it is so."

Song Changsheng is very satisfied with his future job. Although it is a bit remote, it is indeed a good place for cleaning.

"Hahaha, let's go down." Song Luhuai controlled the flying sword to descend and landed on a bluestone square on the mountainside.

There are already five people waiting here, all of them are gray-haired old men with a heavy aura of twilight on their bodies.

Song Luhuai put away the flying sword and took Song Changsheng to salute several people and said: "My nephew has met several clan uncles. This is Changsheng, who has come to replace Uncle 53."

"My grandson has met several grandpas." Song Changsheng saluted quickly. These elders in front of him were all clan elders with the title of "immortal". They had made great contributions to the family. Even the foundation-building monks had to maintain a certain degree of respect.

"Okay, okay, we finally have a young man here." The leader, a skinny old man, stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Uncle 53, if you are ready, go back with your nephew now. The elder is always thinking about you." Song Luhuai is busy with affairs on weekdays, so naturally he cannot stay here too much.

"Let's go now, little Changsheng. Grandpa's thatched hut will be given to you. The things in it are all good, so you won't have to worry about it anymore." The old man looked at Song Changsheng kindly and said.

"My grandson thanks grandpa for the reward." Song Changsheng thanked him quickly, which indeed saved him a lot of trouble.

"Changsheng, I'll leave now. If anything happens, I'll just fly my sword to send a message."

"Farewell to Uncle Twelve and Grandpa 53." Song Changsheng watched them leave, and finally looked around and said, "Grandpas, may I ask what your grandson's errand is?"

Several clan elders looked at each other, and one of them stood up and pointed to a large lake not far away: "That lake is called Mingjing Lake, and there are several groups of first-order silver-lined fish in it.

What you have to do is to feed them while practicing, and be careful not to let them be threatened by other monsters. During this time, a top-grade first-class bird came to Xiaoqingshan, and you need to pay more attention to it. .

Every year, the family will send people to harvest spiritual fish. You must hand over a sufficient amount of spiritual fish. If the number is insufficient, you have to use spiritual stones to make up for it. However, as long as you take good care of it, this situation is almost zero. "

"I see, my grandson understands."

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After a while of greetings, Song Changsheng said goodbye to several clan elders and came to Mingjing Lake.

The lake is quite large, and the clear lake surface reflects the blue sky. If the breeze doesn't ruffle the lake surface from time to time, it would really look like a mirror.

There are many fruit trees planted by the lake, all of which are ordinary mortal species. They have changed their life levels only because they have absorbed the spiritual energy emitted by their spiritual veins for a long time.

It's just that this change is very slight, resulting in the fruits produced by these fruit trees containing only a trace amount of spiritual energy. Apart from satisfying the appetite, it is of no use to the monks' cultivation.

Therefore, the family did not pay much attention to these fruit trees and regarded them as welfare for the monks stationed there.

There is a small island in the middle of the lake, with a thatched house on it, a small spiritual field and a few green plum trees. This was the residence left to him by the clan elder before he left.

"How to get there." Song Changsheng looked around and finally found several small boats on the shore.

He got on the boat, slowly swung the oars, and headed towards the island in the middle of the lake...

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