Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 156

"[Wangyue Song Clan] Young Clan Chief Song Changsheng came to celebrate his birthday and presented him with a third-level low-grade monster inner elixir."

When the voice came, Hai Dongping's expression suddenly froze. He turned back to look at the door of the hall, and sure enough he found Song Changsheng with a little follower who was probing his head and handed a gorgeously decorated box to Qian Duo's hand.

"The Song family still has some background in the inner elixir of third-level monsters." Old Ghost Bai stroked his beard and shook his head.

The third-level demonic beast inner elixir is nothing to the Tianmai Sect, but it is extremely precious to a foundation-building family.

"Song Yungui and Song Taiyi were both famous figures back then. Over the past few hundred years, the Song family's background will naturally remain the same." Dai Zichen said lightly.

"Hmph, how can a kid from a run-down family who doesn't even have a cultivator from Zi Mansion be on an equal footing with us?" Hai Dongping muttered with an ugly expression as he watched Song Changsheng take people to their seats.

Song Changsheng's arrival caused a slight stir in the hall. Everyone looked at him with either curiosity or scrutiny, because his name had appeared too many times recently.

First, he won the first place in the trial held by the Second City Master Zhan Tianxia, ​​and then he was wanted by the Lieyang Sect with a reward. Yesterday, it was reported that he had killed Liu Yunfeng and the casual cultivator Qian Ming of the Lieyang Sect.

Everyone wants to see what kind of person it is that can cause a sensation again and again.

After Song Changsheng explained clearly the poisonous nature of the inner elixir and Qian Duoduo, he saw a middle-aged man with a face like a crown jewel and an extraordinary temperament coming up to him. He smiled and handed over to Song Changsheng, and said enthusiastically: "I'm here. Music Shang is Yue Chan’s senior brother, but Fellow Daoist Song is late.”

Song Changsheng, the famous music dealer, is naturally aware of it. He is also a person who should not be underestimated. He is the direct disciple of the big city lord. He has built the foundation of Dzogchen cultivation and has entered the third level of music and rhythm.

There are rumors that he is the successor chosen by the great city lord.

This statement is not groundless. The great city lord Mu Guibai did not accept any direct disciples when he was young. It was not until 100 years ago that he accepted a music dealer, and then he accepted several people one after another. The youngest one only started 20 years ago. Zhuang Yuechan.

To be able to accept Mu Guibai as a disciple, he must be different from ordinary people.

Song Changsheng raised his eyes and found that he did not have the arrogance of those powerful disciples. Instead, he was very humble and polite. He was like a spring breeze when talking and laughing. The shadow of the great city lord could be faintly seen on his body.

Hearing what the other party said, he responded with a smile: "I was entangled in some trivial matters, so I came a little late. Fortunately, I caught up. If it were later, it would be disrespectful to the seniors and the great city lord."

His words seemed to mean something, and many people turned their attention to the location of Lieyang Sect, but no one had come yet.

The people who originally attended the banquet on behalf of the Lieyang Sect were Liu Yunfeng, Qi Feiyun and others. Now except for one Huang Liqun who escaped due to serious injuries, the rest have become the souls of Song Changsheng's men. It would be strange for someone to come.

"Fellow Daoist Song was joking. Please take a seat. The banquet will begin soon." The music dealer took Song Changsheng to the end seat on the right and sat down, that is, at the bottom, close to the palace door.

Song Changsheng didn't have any dissatisfaction. He was from a foundation-building force, so it would be great if he could enter the main hall. Everyone else was on the mountainside.

"Young Patriarch, when do you think the Great City Lord will come?" Song Qingluo asked expectantly. He has not seen the Great City Lord yet.

"When the time comes, it will come naturally. Haven't you heard that the protagonist always appears at the end." Song Changsheng casually took a spiritual fruit and handed it to him, then picked up the white porcelain wine glass on the table and said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Duoqian at the door said loudly: "The First City Lord, the Second City Lord, have arrived——"

The originally noisy hall suddenly became silent. Everyone stood up subconsciously, even Dai Zichen and Bai Laogui were no exception. They all looked at the entrance of the hall.

Mu Guibai was still dressed in white, with an air of immortality and an extraordinary temperament. The moment he stepped into the hall, the sound of silk and bamboo wind instruments sounded like the sound of nature.

"Sure enough, all the big shots come with their own background music." For some reason, Song Changsheng suddenly remembered Qiao Feng from the novel in his previous life, who came with his own sound effects.

He greeted everyone in the hall with a smile, then walked straight to the front, pressed his hands and said: "Fellow Taoists, please take a seat."

After everyone sat down, he took his seat.

A little behind him was Zhan Tianxia. This guy rarely changed into a brocade robe today, and he didn't look so oppressive. After entering the hall, he glanced at Song Changsheng lightly, and finally walked to Mu Guibai's side. sit down.

Then came Zhuang Yuechan, Niu Dazhuang and other direct disciples, a total of more than a dozen people.

When Zhuang Yuechan entered the hall, she saw Song Changsheng sitting at the end. Seeing that he was intact, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

Feeling Zhuang Yuechan's gaze, Song Changsheng smiled slightly and raised the wine glass in his hand to signal, but he got a blank stare, which made him a little confused.

After everyone sat down at the designated location, the birthday banquet officially began. The birthday celebration process in the world of cultivation is much simpler than that in the ordinary world.

As the eldest disciple, Mu Guibai, the music business representative, gave a speech of thanks and then "opened the banquet".

Banquets are a good opportunity to expand your network of contacts. The hall suddenly became lively, and everyone began to take the opportunity to chat. Only Song Changsheng was sitting in his seat, pouring himself a drink, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

It's not that he doesn't want to make more friends, but he also understands one thing, that is, don't force yourself into a circle that you can't fit into.

The people present are either from the Zifu forces or are disciples of Zifu. In comparison, they are not of the same class at all. Why bother to warm up to others' cold buttocks?

Even though his talent surpassed most of the people present, it still couldn't change anything. Only those like Bai Laogui who wanted to recruit him would look at him slightly higher. In the eyes of others, he was nothing.

A quarter of an hour after the banquet started, Yu Chengbo and other talents arrived late.

"Elder Yu, please take a seat." It was the music businessman who came forward to receive him as before, but his words were less enthusiastic. After all, they all went up the mountain several months in advance. Being so late is really not a good idea. Take it seriously.

Yu Chengbo also had troubles that he couldn't tell. After they gave up chasing Song Changsheng, they rushed to Luoxia City with all their strength, and finally arrived early this morning.

But when they went to Tianyin Mountain, they remembered that the birthday gift originally given to the big city lord was on Liu Yunfeng. Now that Liu Yunfeng had become a dead ghost, the birthday gift was naturally gone.

You can’t celebrate your birthday empty-handed, right?
So he relied on many connections to finally purchase a new birthday gift that was in line with the Lieyang Sect's status. However, this delayed the time, but there was nothing he could do about it.

As soon as he sat down, Yu Chengbo saw Song Changsheng opposite him smiling and toasting to him, and he was so angry that one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Yu Chengbo would have wanted to rush up and twist off Song Changsheng's head!

Looking at Yu Chengbo's selective and devouring eyes, Song Changsheng smiled coldly, "I like the way you want to kill me but can't kill me."

Counting the one he killed with the [God-killing Flying Knife] before and the one he killed with the help of Dong Tianxie, the number of foundation-building monks he killed in Lieyang Sect has reached five, including a great foundation-building monk. Perfection, a late-stage foundation builder.Even the Lieyang Sect, which can independently refine the [Foundation Building Pill], cannot bear such a loss. Its power has shrunk a lot recently.

After all, the enemies of Lieyang Sect are not just the Song family.

"If we find a way to keep these three old guys, even the Lieyang Sect will have to suffer for a while, right?" Shaking the wine glass in his hand gently, a cold light flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen is an absolute mainstay in any Zi Mansion force. In Lieyang Sect, those who have reached this level of cultivation can only reach this level with one palm, and even one of them was killed by Dong Tianxie.

If Yu Chengbo and Mao Wuwei are left behind...

Song Changsheng was moved. Although these three old guys were quite powerful, they still had room for maneuver if they planned well and used the same methods to retaliate!

Thinking of this, Song Changsheng rolled his eyes and looked at Song Qingluo, who was feasting next to him, and secretly sent a message: "Qingluo, go down the mountain immediately and find the clan elder to send a message to the family and say..."

Song Qingluo was slightly stunned, but even though he was young, his mind was spinning fast, and he suddenly said to Song Changsheng: "Young Patriarch, I just remembered that the Patriarch sent you a letter, I will go get it for you now."

"Why are you talking about such an important thing now? Go and come back quickly." Song Changsheng pretended to be angry, but in his heart he praised this kid's quick thinking.

What he is planning now is related to the future of his family, and he doesn't want to expose any flaws!
After walking out of the main hall, Song Qingluo sprinted all the way back to the grocery store as quickly as possible.

Song Xiantu and Sun Chuanming had not been relieved these days because of Song Changsheng. Seeing Song Qingluo rushing back alone, they almost gave the old man a heart attack.

Sun Chuanming quickly grabbed Song Qingluo and asked hurriedly: "Did something happen to the young clan leader?"

He had wasted half his life just counting on Song Changsheng to inherit the mantle. No matter what happened, he would have to find a suitable successor for him. If Song Changsheng died, his lineage would basically be cut off. This was something he didn't want to see.

Song Xiantu was equally nervous. As the first young patriarch of the Song family in a century, Song Changsheng was the hope of the family for the next 100 years.

After learning that Song Changsheng was wanted by Lieyang Sect, Song Xiantu sent a message to his family while preparing spirit stones to hire casual cultivators to rescue Song Changsheng.

It's a pity that the funds he can use are too little, and even the two people he found didn't even see the shadow of Song Changsheng.

Song Qingluo took a few deep breaths and waved his hands hurriedly: "The young patriarch is fine. He is currently attending the banquet hosted by the great city lord."

After hearing that Song Changsheng was fine, the two old men looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Xiantu even scolded him with a straight face: "Since the young patriarch has nothing to do, why are you coming down the mountain in such a hurry if you don't want to be by your side?"

Song Qingluo glanced at the surroundings covertly and whispered: "The young clan leader ordered me to come down the mountain. I will send a message back to the family about important matters."

Seeing his serious expression, Song Xiantu immediately understood the importance of the matter: "Follow me."

Song Qingluo followed Song Xiantu to a hidden corner. Song Xiantu stretched out his hand and the wall opened silently, revealing a dark corridor.

The two walked along the corridor and finally came to a closed secret room. In the center of the secret room was a one-foot-square white jade altar. In the center of the altar, a small cluster of faint blue flames was burning quietly.

"This is the family's message altar. It only takes one day to send it back to the family. You can carve the words of the young patriarch into this crystal stone."

Song Xiantu solemnly took a fist-sized transparent crystal from a small shelf and handed it to Song Qingluo.

"Why is it engraved here?" Song Qingluo was a little confused.

"Because our altar requires a special carrier to transmit messages, and this crystal is the carrier. Be careful, this is a low-grade spiritual stone worth 100 yuan." Song Xiantu warned.

"That means one summons costs 100 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones?" Song Qingluo secretly exclaimed, this is too expensive, no wonder it is rarely used.

He quickly described what Song Changsheng said word for word, and then placed Song Xiantu in the center of the altar. He pinched a few magic formulas and muttered words, and the small cluster of flames suddenly burned violently. The crystal was instantly swallowed up by flames.

By the time the fire returned to normal, the altar was empty.

"Are you here waiting for a reply from the family?"

"I have to rush back immediately. After the family responds, please send a message to the young patriarch." Song Qingluo kept Song Changsheng's words in mind and rushed back as quickly as possible...

"Is it done?" Song Changsheng took the "letter" handed over by Song Qingluo and asked secretly.

Song Qingluo blinked, indicating that everything went well, and then whispered: "The clan elder asked me to tell you that the eldest elder is fine and has returned to the clan smoothly, so don't worry."

This is indeed what Song Changsheng has been worried about recently, and he felt a lot more relaxed when he heard this.

"The family will definitely not give up such a good opportunity, so I can start contacting our allies." Song Changsheng drank all the wine in his glass, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

To kill these three old men, Song's current strength alone is not enough, so he must find a reliable temporary ally.

And he had already chosen this target, which was [Xiangzhou Rong Family], which was only one state away from Lingzhou.

The Rong family and the Lieyang Sect are adjacent to each other. The two sides have been fighting openly and secretly for hundreds of years. Their key points are almost the same, and no one can do anything about the other.

If anyone other than the Song family wanted to defeat the Lieyang Sect the most, the Rong family would definitely bear the brunt because there were a lot of conflicts of interest between the two parties.

The so-called enemy of the enemy is a friend. If the Rong family had not been restraining the Lieyang Sect these years, the situation of the Song family would definitely be more difficult.

As long as they can attack the Lieyang Sect, the Rong family will definitely not refuse.

"Three Lieyang Sect elders are the prey, they should be worthy of your action, right?"

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(End of this chapter)