Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 141 The Old Bastard

After so many years, the face in his memory has become a little blurry, but in his dream it was extremely clear. Song Changsheng could even see clearly the tiny black mole in the corner of his eye.

The three of them talked and laughed along the way, warm and harmonious. The surrounding scenery made Song Changsheng feel very familiar. This should also be the scene in his memory. As for where it was, he couldn't remember it.

Although he was a time traveler, in the first few years after he was born, his soul was in chaos and a little hazy, and he could not remember many things clearly.

He has probably been to this place, with his parents, but he doesn't know where it is. According to the Song family's clan rules, he is not allowed to go down the mountain before he is under age, let alone when he is so young.

Gradually, time seemed to be speeding up. He saw the leaves of the big leaves on both sides of the road withering and falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became bare, and then quickly sprouted and branched out...

Song Changsheng has also grown taller, and they are still walking on the bluestone path, but the smile is no longer visible on the mother's face, and the father's face is also full of sadness.

"Brother Yan, tell me, this kid is obviously very powerful, but why is he a little stupid? Could it be that someone has done something secretly?" Xia Yunxue finally said to the man as if it had been brewing for a long time.

Song Luyan was stunned, glanced at his confused son and said, "It should...not be like this."

From pregnancy to birth, Xia Yunxue has always been in the family. If anyone wants to do anything, it can only be from the Song clan. This is something Song Luyan cannot accept.

Although he knew that what his wife said was very likely, he still didn't want to believe it and kept the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

He looked at his increasingly haggard wife, filled with guilt, and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, Aunt Xiao has been released. Let's go find her now. She is a third-level alchemy master, and she will definitely be able to find a solution."

Xia Yunxue tilted her head slightly and clenched her fleshy little hand tighter.

The family came to a green bamboo forest, where there was an antique bamboo house, and outside the bamboo house was a pond without water.

The couple, with the stunned little Changsheng, bowed respectfully outside the bamboo building: "Junior Song Luyan, along with his wife and children, would like to pay his respects to Aunt Xiao."

"squeak"

The door of the bamboo building slowly opened, and the three of them entered. A tall woman received them, her face covered with a hazy mist.

Song Changsheng tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see her face clearly, but he couldn't see clearly.

The couple exchanged greetings with the woman for a few words, and their words seemed very respectful. Then, the woman stretched out a mutton-fat jade-like catkin and gently placed it on Xiao Changsheng's head, as if to Feeling something.

At this moment, Song Changsheng caught a glimpse of a jade pendant hanging on the woman's waist. The word "wan" on it made him tremble. Countless thoughts instantly poured out like a tide, constantly washing away his sea of ​​consciousness. The surrounding space began to crack...shatter...

In the end, everything turned into nothingness...

Song Changsheng, who was lying on the warm jade bed, opened his eyes. He slowly sat up and looked out the window. It was already dark and the surroundings were very quiet. There were only the faint chirping of insects and the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the breeze. Voice.

"Did I sleep for so long this time? It's already late." Coming to the window, feeling the coolness brought by the breeze, Song Changsheng murmured softly.

He had not slept like this for a long time since he embarked on the path of spiritual practice. The effect was very good. The fatigue all over his body was swept away and he returned to his peak state.

However, that "dream" still bothered Song Changsheng. He didn't know whether it was caused by his own imagination or a memory awakened from the depths of his consciousness.

"Xiao...wan..."

"Is that Aunt Xiao the owner of grandpa's jade pendant with the word 'wan'? Her surname is Xiao, and there is a very good chance that she has the word 'wan' in her name. She is also a third-level alchemist..."

Song Changsheng felt that he was close to catching the truth, but he was still just a little short.

"I can count all the third-level alchemists in Daqi Cultivation World on two hands, and there are even fewer women. But there doesn't seem to be anyone named 'Xiao'. Are they not from Daqi Cultivation World?" Song Changsheng I am puzzled, why have I never heard of such a big supporter in my family?
The night passed quickly, and Qian Duiyu appeared outside the bamboo building in the early morning of the next day. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Young patriarch, how did you rest yesterday?"

Song Changsheng nodded and returned the greeting: "Junior has a good rest, thanks to the care of the manager."

"I wonder if you are satisfied with the place you live in. Is there anything you need?" Qian Yuduo was as enthusiastic as ever.

"We are all satisfied, and even a little scared. How could the junior He De receive such courtesy?" This is indeed beyond the standard for a foundation-building monk. He has never been treated without reason. Song Changsheng can only blame it. My old man has gained a lot of face.

"This is what the Lord of the City specially ordered. The Young Patriarch is naturally worthy of his duties. Now that the Young Patriarch has rested, I will take the Young Patriarch around today." Qian Duoyue said with a smile.

"Here comes the money manager."

Song Changsheng's heart moved. He happened to have many questions in his heart that needed someone to answer for him.

Song Qingluo suddenly realized today that he might have a breakthrough, so he didn't come out with him.

After the two walked out of the bamboo forest, Song Changsheng glanced in the direction of the bamboo tower. He didn't notice it when he came here before, but now he felt that this place seemed vaguely familiar to him.

"It looks like the bamboo forest in the dream, with similar bamboo buildings and a pond. Could it be that this was once the residence of senior 'Xiao'?" Song Changsheng thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, Qian Duoduo happened to look at Song Changsheng and said: "Let's go to the Taoist Discourse Hall first. Although the great city lord will not show up to preach today, there are also several Zifu seniors who discuss the Tao. For monks at this stage like you and me, It’s a rare opportunity.”

Song Changsheng was confident and followed Qian Duoduo. The more he looked at it, the more familiar everything around him seemed. This strengthened his suspicion and he couldn't help but ask Qian Duoduo: "Manager Qian, I would like to take the liberty to ask. I don't know where to go." Is there a senior from Zifu named 'Xiao' in Xiacheng?"

Qian Duoduo's expression did not change when he heard this, and he thought for a while and said: "There are a few Taoist friends named 'Xiao' on the list I have received, but there are none with the cultivation level of Zifu. What, is there something wrong with the young patriarch?"

"No." Song Changsheng murmured softly.

Although the other party said this, he was not sure whether what he said was true or false. After all, this guy was definitely not a simple person to become the supervisor of a city. Pretending was just a basic skill.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he instantly had direction.

There are three city lords in Luoxia City. Among them, the third city lord is a famous third-level alchemist in the surrounding area. She is also a woman. Combining all the information obtained before, it is very likely that she is her.

But compared to the first and second city lords, this third city lord seems a bit mysterious. No one knows her name, and few people have seen her.After looking at Qian Duo, who was leading the way, Song Changsheng asked tentatively: "Manager Qian, the two city lords of Luoxia City are so powerful. Why are only the three city lords not famous? Some people say that her surname is 'Xiao'. I don't know. Is it true or false?”

Naturally, he made up the rumor, and the other party had no way to verify it anyway.

Qian Duoduo stopped and smiled and said: "I don't know the names of the three city lords. Only a few city lords can answer this question of the young patriarch. Why is the young patriarch so concerned about the surname 'Xiao'? What are he looking for?" person?
The surname 'Xiao' is a minor surname in Daqi, but the Daqiao cultivation world not far from Daqi is a real surname. If the young patriarch is looking for someone with the surname 'Xiao', it is a good choice there. "

"Thank you for your advice, senior." Song Changsheng thanked him with his hands. He already knew that it was impossible for him to ask anything out of this guy's mouth. The old man couldn't tell the truth.

He planned to ask Zhuang Yuechan after he met her. After all, the three city lords were her uncles. He couldn't possibly not even know his last name, right?

Following Qian Yuduo to the Lundao Hall, he found that a lot of people had gathered here, almost filling the spacious hall. Most of them were foundation-building monks and only a few Qi-training monks.

Their arrival did not attract their attention, because everyone was focused on looking at the few Zifu monks sitting opposite each other in front of them, unmoved by external objects, for fear of missing a word.

Song Changsheng found an empty futon and sat down cross-legged, and then began to listen to the discussions of the seniors in front of him.

Four Zifu monks sat and talked. Such a scene was rare. After all, there were only two digits of Zifu monks in the entire Daqi. It was difficult for ordinary people to meet them, let alone listen to their discussion at close range.

Although many places are a little difficult for Foundation Establishment monks to understand due to the realms of both sides, even if you only understand a little bit of it, it will be of great help to your future practice. Everyone present has more or less realized.

Song Changsheng was no exception. He benefited a lot from listening to a discussion, which was far more effective than doing it behind closed doors.

But what made him regretful was that Lundao Hall was only open for two hours every day, and it passed in a short while, leaving him a little unfinished.

Fortunately, there will be another discussion in a few days. The protagonists this time are the two elders of the Golden Crow Sect and the Tianmai Sect.

After walking out of Lundao Hall, Qian Duoyue took him around to give him a general understanding of Tianyin Mountain, and gave him considerable authority to go anywhere except some forbidden areas.

"Manager Qian, I wonder where Taoist friend Zhuang Yuechanzhuang is now? She and I are old acquaintances. We haven't seen each other for many years. Now we have come to Tianyin Mountain and want to catch up with her."

There was no strange expression on Qian Duoyu's face. He pointed to a small courtyard located halfway up the mountain and said, "That is Yuechan's residence. The young patriarch can go there on his own."

Song Changsheng was overjoyed and finally found out. He quickly raised his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."

After saying goodbye to Qian Duo, Song Changsheng ran straight to Zhuang Yuechan's small courtyard, but his luck was obviously bad today. There was no one in the courtyard, and he didn't know where he went. When it got dark, he was nowhere to be seen.

Song Changsheng had no choice but to leave his spiritual mark in front of the door. Zhuang Yuechan would be able to see it when she came back, and she would naturally join him at the Bamboo House.

After returning to the Bamboo House, Song Qingluo received good news. He had successfully broken through to the seventh level of Qi training. At this age, he has surpassed many people with such cultivation. He even hopes to compete for the family foundation seeds. quota.

Song Changsheng didn't go anywhere in the next few days and practiced peacefully in the bamboo building. After all, there were not many opportunities to practice on the fourth-level spiritual veins.

But that day, Song Qingluo came to report that there was a woman outside the door who was looking for Song Changsheng and asked if she could see him.

"Could it be Fellow Daoist Zhuang?" Song Changsheng was overjoyed. When he saw her, the questions in his heart should be answered. He still remembered that when they first met, Zhuang Yuechan heard that his surname was "Song". The resulting emotional changes.

This shows that she must know something, and she should be able to get the answer she wants.

But when he came downstairs and saw the person coming, he was stunned. It was not Zhuang Yuechan, but the "casual senior" who had entrusted him to refine a jade flute before.

"Why is she here? Yes, she should be here to celebrate the birthday of the great city lord. But how did she know where I live, and why is she looking for me?"

Song Changsheng also had a lot of doubts about her, not only because she acted strangely, but because the other party should have known her for a long time. She also said that she was better than her, but her attitude was a bit strange and puzzling.

With full of doubts, Song Changsheng greeted him respectfully: "Greetings to senior."

The woman nodded slightly, but her eyes were not on him. Instead, she kept staring at the bamboo building behind him, speechless for a while.

The other party didn't speak, and Song Changsheng didn't dare to speak rashly, so the two of them stood outside in such a weird way, staring at each other.

After a while, the woman finally withdrew her unexplained gaze, looked at Song Changsheng and said calmly: "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

Song Changsheng naturally couldn't get what he asked for, so he quickly said: "Senior, please."

After the other party sat down, Song Changsheng took out the long-cherished [Misty Hidden Tea] and brewed a cup of spiritual tea for the other party.

The woman picked up the teacup and took a sip. She frowned immediately, but then relaxed quickly. After putting down the teacup, she said, "Aren't you surprised why I came here to find you?"

Song Changsheng was unsure of her attitude, so he could only nod his head honestly.

"No reason, I just wanted to see you, so I came here."

These words made Song Changsheng have the urge to roll his eyes. What's the difference between saying this and not saying it?

But when the seniors say something, a junior like him can only agree with it. The seniors must have their reasons for saying so.

The woman suddenly laughed: "Your father is quite different. If it were him, he would definitely break the casserole and get to the bottom of it."

"Senior knows my father?" Although he had already guessed, Song Changsheng still felt a little unbelievable. His father was only a foundation builder. How could he know such a senior?And he looks very familiar.

The woman said calmly: "I've met him a few times, with that old bastard of yours. He was much more honest than you at that time."

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(End of this chapter)