Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 120 Youth Punishment
"[Flashing Shadow], comes and goes like the wind, moves like a stray rabbit, it is actually an escape technique." Song Changsheng couldn't help but look surprised after reading the content recorded on the animal skin.

Escape skills have always been a major shortcoming of his own. Thinking back to the time when he dealt with that earth dragon, if it weren't for his poor escape skills, how could he have been able to escape the first time?

After he returned, he learned from the experience and planned to practice an escape technique to make up for this shortcoming. However, the most recorded in the family scripture pavilion were some footwork, which was not in line with his wishes.

There are also some escape techniques, but they are not exquisite and can only be regarded as ordinary things.

Song Changsheng is a person who is unwilling to give in, so he has not practiced it. Until now, he finally obtained an exquisite escape technique!

"Although it is a secret technique from ancient times, it is very different from today's, but it does not matter because it leads to the same goal through different paths.

After practicing this technique, it will be much easier to chase or rush in the future. "Song Changsheng looked at the animal skin in his hand, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face. These 100 yuan of spirit stones are so worth it!

Not to mention the previous [Xuanming Crystal Essence], let’s just say that the animal skin recording [glimpses] is not an ordinary thing, but it was perfectly disguised before.

If Song Changsheng had not practiced the [Insight Technique], he would most likely have misjudged it and regarded it as worthless rags.

If the old man knew that the value of these two tatters in his eyes was so high, would he vomit three liters of blood on the spot?

Song Changsheng put away the animal skins and was not in a hurry to practice. Calculating the time, Song Luhuai and the others had almost completed their mission. They should be preparing to return home in the next few days. He had to go to see him off. Previous journey.

Sure enough, Song Luhuai found him early the next morning.

"Changsheng, I plan to leave to return to the family today. Please remember to pay attention to safety while you are here. Luoxia City is no better than Lingzhou, and there are many capable people and strangers." Song Luhuai looked at him and said seriously.

Song Changsheng nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle Twelve, don't worry, my nephew will definitely go back intact."

"Well, I can rest assured when you act, but you have to remember that after the great city lord's birthday banquet is over, you must go home as soon as possible and don't delay." Song Luhuai said with a solemn expression.

Seeing his solemn expression, Song Changsheng had some vague guesses in his mind: "Is there something unexpected?"

Song Luhuai stood with his hands behind his hands, frowning: "There are some rumors, but they have not been confirmed yet, but judging from the actions of the City Lord's Mansion during this period, it should be close to ten."

He turned around and looked at Song Changsheng, and said in a deep voice: "The monsters in Blackwater Daze and Thunder Mountain have been moving constantly during this period. It is very likely that this is a sign that they will move north in a big way!"

Song Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he sighed quietly in his heart. It was similar to his previous guess, and it was indeed inseparable from those monsters.

He forced a smile and said: "You are worrying too much. How can a war be started so easily? I only have more than a year here, so you may not be able to meet me. I will go after attending the birthday banquet." go back."

Song Luhuai looked at Song Changsheng worriedly, hesitated several times, and finally sighed: "I hope so, I will leave first."

"I'll take you."

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Outside Luoxia City, when the flying boat disappeared from Song Changsheng's sight, he turned his head and took a deep look in the direction of Shiwanda Mountain. There were rolling mountains, and tens of thousands of monsters lived in them. It is called the restricted area for human monks.

He vaguely saw an invisible layer of evil energy gathering in that direction, which was frightening.

Recalling what Song Luhuai said to him before leaving, Song Changsheng's mood gradually became heavy, a storm was coming!

"Young patriarch, the elders have gone far, let's go back." Song Qingluo followed his gaze and saw nothing except dark clouds as thick as lead.

Song Changsheng nodded and then returned to the grocery store.

As soon as he returned, he locked himself in the room and began to practice [Flash of Light]. He had a premonition in his heart that the war was not far away, and he would be involved in it. He must seize the time to improve his strength...

"Squeak..."

The wooden door that had been closed for a long time was slowly pushed open from the inside, and the golden sunlight shone in, making Song Changsheng squint his eyes slightly.

He quickly adapted and took a slight step. The next moment, his figure appeared several feet away, startling the handyman who was cleaning the fallen leaves. The broom in his hand fell to the ground. on the ground.

Song Changsheng showed him an apologetic smile, then took a few steps and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had never appeared.

The handyman rubbed his eyes and looked at the place where Song Changsheng was standing before. There was a mixture of confusion, surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

In the grocery store, Song Qingluo was resetting the messed up products on the counter. He felt his eyes blur when a figure in a green shirt suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring him so much that he almost cast a fireball.

"Young Patriarch?" Fortunately, he recognized who the person in front of him was in time and avoided tragedy.

"How's my speed?" Song Changsheng asked with a smile.

"You came and went without a trace. You scared me just now." Song Qingluo complained dissatisfied.

"Hahaha, my speed can scare you and the enemy. [Flash of Light] is well-deserved." Song Changsheng was very satisfied with Song Qingluo's reaction.

With his cultivation in the foundation building stage, although his speed is fast, it is not so fast that he can come and go without a trace. If he doesn't hide it deliberately, even the Qi Practitioner will be able to detect his presence.

But just now, he didn't hide his aura, and it was only when Song Qingluo was in front of him that he realized that the difference was self-evident.

If it is in a battle, it will definitely have an unexpected effect.

"How long have I been in seclusion?" Song Changsheng asked Song Qingluo while fiddling with an ornament on the counter.

"It's been 28 days."

"It's been almost a month. Uncle Twelve should have gone to Liuyunfang City to change defenses. I just don't know how Qingxi and Qingxing are doing. They won't turn a deaf ear to my words." Song Changsheng said Two slightly immature faces suddenly appeared in his mind, and he murmured softly.

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In Lingzhou, outside the city of Liuyunfang, a group of ferocious casual cultivators blocked the place where pedestrians must pass, sharpening their knives and committing murder and smuggling goods.

There are five of them in total, and the one with the highest level of cultivation is a Dzogchen Qi Practicing monk. The others are also in the middle stage of Qi Practicing and above, and their strength is very good.

And the objects they intercepted were two young monks, one male and one female. One of them was wearing a black robe, holding a simple long sword on his chest, with an indifferent expression.

The other person was wearing a long green dress, with a charming face, and looked at the other person with big eyes, innocent.These two young monks were Song Qingxing, the two brothers who came down the mountain to practice. They went down to the mountain to practice shortly after Song Changsheng left.

They first hunted monsters in the [Wangyue Mountains] to practice their practical skills, and then walked all the way to the [Liuyun Mountains].

During this month and a half, they were fighting almost every day. There were monsters and some unscrupulous cultivators, but without exception, they all became souls killed by Song Qingxing's sword.

This situation was not the first time they had encountered it. Song Qingxing didn't want to waste time with them. He looked at the pockmarked monk in the lead and coldly uttered one word: "Get out!"

The pock-marked monk's face suddenly darkened, and there was murderous aura circulating in his body. He stared at him and said, "Boy, what did you say? Say it again!"

His four men quietly surrounded the two of them, blocking all their escape routes, and looked at the two with ferocious smiles.

Song Qingxing was unmoved, just holding the sword and looking at him, without any awareness of being trapped.

The pockmarked monk was a little angry. He waved the big stick in his hand and said coldly: "Boy, seeing that you are young, I intend to spare your life. Hand over the Qiankun Bag obediently, otherwise your brains may explode!"

Song Qingxing just looked at his threat indifferently, as if he was looking at a clown.

Song Qingxi still looked innocent, as if she didn't understand what they were talking about, and actually played with her fingers boredly in front of them.

The face of the pockmarked monk became more and more gloomy, but for some reason, he had no intention of taking action.

A skinny boy couldn't stand it any longer and said loudly: "Boss, stop talking nonsense to these two brats. Kill the man directly and leave the woman to give the brothers some pleasure. Wouldn't it be nice... "

Before he finished speaking, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, and the skinny monk's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stood motionless on the spot.

A few breaths later, a circle of blood marks appeared on his neck, with only a small amount of blood seeping out.

A breeze blew by, and the skinny monk's big head suddenly fell down. Pillars of warm blood rose into the sky, and then he fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The remaining four people were immediately stunned by this sudden change. They did not see who took action to end each other's life.

The pockmarked monk was the first to react. He looked at the long sword that was already an inch out of the sheath in Song Qingxing's arms, and said in shock and anger: "Is it you?"

The other three people were awakened by his words, and they suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They took out their magic weapons and looked at Song Qingxing nervously, as if the person standing in front of them was not a young man, but some kind of savage beast.

Song Qingxing looked at the pockmarked monk with an indifferent expression, and said coldly: "You should be damned if you speak rudely."

The pock-marked monk had an ugly look on his face, and for a moment he felt like he was riding a tiger. Although the skinny monk only had the seventh level of Qi training, even he couldn't kill the opponent so lightly, but the young man in front of him did it without even having a sword. Completely unsheathed.

This undoubtedly shows that the opponent's strength is still higher than his. This is not a soft persimmon, but an iron plate!
The pockmarked monk had the intention of quitting, but the other party killed one of his subordinates and still ran away in despair. How could he gain a foothold in this area in the future?
"Mad, no matter how powerful he is, there is only one person who is afraid of a ball!" The pockmarked monk gritted his teeth, waved the big stick in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Kill them all!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Song Qingxing with the big stick in hand.

Seeing the boss taking the lead in the charge, the other three people suddenly felt a little more courageous. They also shouted and rushed forward, their spiritual energy surging for a moment.

Song Qingxing stood on the spot. Not only did he not dodge, but he said to Song Qingxi inexplicably: "They made the first move."

After saying that, he put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and his aura suddenly became fierce. His black and white eyes contained endless murderous intent, which was terrifying.

After discovering the changes in him, the pockmarked monk's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt a little regretful, but he didn't turn back when he fired his bow. Either you die or I die!
The attacks of several people came almost at the same time, with the sharpness of gold, the explosion of fire, and the thickness of earth...

"Chong-"

Song Qingxing finally drew out his long sword, and the sharp sword energy burst out, and the momentum actually overwhelmed the four opponents.

He looked indifferent and swung the sword lightly. It looked slow, but in the eyes of the pockmarked monk, it was extremely fast. He only felt a sharp pain, and the hand holding the big stick had been cut off at the wrist.

"scoff"

The long-faced castration continued unabated. After cutting off the pockmarked monk's hand, he slashed it at another round-faced monk with a frightened face. He was only at the seventh level of Qi training, but he couldn't avoid this sword and was directly killed. Cut off the great head.

In the blink of an eye, one round passed, and one of the pockmarked monks died and the other was seriously injured.

The pockmarked monk became furious at this time. His eyes were red, and he took out a scarlet elixir and drank it, completely ignoring his bleeding forearm. The momentum around him instantly increased.

"Death!"

The pockmarked monk let out a long roar and rushed towards Song Qing Xingmang again. The other two gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Song Qingxing's feet finally moved as if they were rooted. He took half a step forward, firmly protecting Song Qingxi by his side. The three-foot green blade in his hand made a high-pitched sword sound, and the sword energy was compelling.

"scoff"

The sword in his hand was as fast as the wind, and every time he swung the sword, it brought up a series of afterimages. When one against three, he did not lose at all, but became more and more courageous as he fought!
"what--"

"do not want!"

Accompanied by two screams, except for the pockmarked monk, the other two casual cultivators were all beheaded. Their death was as miserable as Ling Chi.

"Bastard, die to me!"

The pockmarked monk had completely lost his mind. He held a big stick in his left hand and smashed Song Qingxing's head desperately.

After taking the elixir that stimulates the body's potential, the pockmarked monk's strength has almost reached the limit of the Qi training monk. This stick is another angry blow, and even the Qi training Dzogchen monk has to avoid the edge for a while!
But Song Qingxing refused to advance but retreated. He, who was already known for his speed, arrived in front of the pockmarked monk in an instant. His face was unruffled, but he thrust the long sword into the opponent without mercy. heart.

The sharp sword energy instantly crushed the pockmarked monk's heart into powder.

The pockmarked monk just froze, unable to drop the big stick he held high in his hand.

"Chicken tile dog."

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(End of this chapter)