Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 172 Responsibilities
"Fifth Uncle, how is her condition?" In the Baiyi Hall, Song Changsheng asked with a frown as he looked at Xia Qingxue lying quietly on the bed.

Song Luzhou shook his head when he heard this and said: "I gave her the second-level top-grade healing pill. The doctors in the clan have also given it to her, but the effect is not ideal. Her injury is too serious. If it weren't for your clever methods, , she has already gone to hell now."

Song Changsheng was speechless for a moment. Xia Qingxue was still alive after suffering such a serious injury. In fact, it had little to do with him. If he guessed correctly, the other party should have some kind of special physique. This was the key to her survival. , there is still no sign of waking up, which has something to do with her special physique.

"What are you going to do with her? This is a hot potato."

"What else can we do? Let's inform the Golden Crow Sect. The Yuanzhou Governor only gave us three months." Song Changsheng spread his hands and said with a wry smile after hearing this.

A glint flashed in Song Luzhou's eyes and he said: "I must notify the Golden Crow Sect, but have you ever thought about a question, what kind of trouble will it bring to the family if the Blood Demon knows that we saved her?"

"Well, I'm also troubled by this problem. We have many enemies, and every move is monitored. The last time I brought her back, it was because Sister Yushi and the others were covering her up that she didn't attract anyone's attention.

Whether we notify the Yuanzhou garrison to pick him up or the family sends someone to send her back, we have completed the Golden Crow Sect's mission, and we will definitely receive a generous reward when the time comes.

But if this happens, the news that we rescued Xia Qingxue will be known to everyone. I'm afraid it will attract the blood demon's revenge. "Song Changsheng frowned and felt pain in his forehead.

He didn't know how much strength the Blood Demons had hidden in Daqi's cultivation world, but their daring to ambush Dai Zichen proved that their strength should not be underestimated and that they were audacious.

And since the other party deliberately concealed his identity, he must have an agenda. If they knew that it was the Song family that ruined their good deeds, the family would be destroyed in an instant.

Some people may say that if a quiet handover is not enough, why must it be made public?
Song Changsheng had thought about it this way, but he quickly rejected it. After suffering such a hidden loss, the Golden Crow Sect would definitely not let it go.

But the Blood Demon is so hidden that no one can start. If he is the leader of the Golden Crow Sect, Song is a good bait. With the Blood Demon's vengeful character, he will definitely come to take revenge. All he has to do is wait and see. That’s it.

It sounds like it is not impossible to have the protection of the Golden Crow Sect, but things are not that simple. Unless the Golden Crow Sect eradicates all the blood demons in one fell swoop, they will become dormant after suffering losses.

The people of the Golden Crow Sect can't always be there. Once they withdraw, the Song family will have to face the wrath of the Blood Demon alone. As for the winning rate, you know it with your buttocks.

It is an extremely stupid choice to put the family in danger of destruction for a reward, no matter how generous the reward is.

Song Luzhou obviously thought of this, but he didn't have any good solution.

"The boat will naturally straighten out when it reaches the bridge. There are still more than two months, right? We'll talk about it then. Let's find a way to wake her up first." Song Changsheng shook his head and no longer struggled with this issue.

Song Luzhou nodded and said, "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee the result."

"Well, this matter is related to the survival of the family. The fewer people who know about it, the better."

"You brat, you're trying to educate me." Song Luzhou suddenly widened his eyes in dissatisfaction.

"I'm going to see Brother Jade Dragon Clan." Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Changsheng stepped out of the way...

In another room, Song Yulong had slowly woken up, but his condition was still not very good. Song Yushi and Song Muqing were taking care of him in front of the bed.

Seeing Song Changsheng coming, the two of them quickly stood up and greeted him: "I've met the young patriarch."

"Sister clan, please don't be too polite. How is clan brother doing now?" Song Changsheng waved his hand.

Song Yushi said gratefully: "Thanks to the treatment of the young patriarch and the fifth uncle, the eldest brother has woken up. He just fell asleep. The doctor said that he will be fine if he rests for a while."

"That's good. If you have any needs, please ask me. When you get to Cangmang Peak, you'll go home. Don't be polite." Song Changsheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, Young Patriarch. Auntie has already made arrangements. There is nothing needed for the time being."

"Well, in that case, I won't disturb you guys' rest. I'll take my leave."

"Young patriarch, walk slowly."

After Song Changsheng left, a weak voice sounded in the room: "Yu Shi, who is here?"

"Brother, you're awake. The young patriarch came to see you just now." Song Yushi explained with a smile.

"Young patriarch?" Song Yulong was a little confused. As far as he knew, the family had not had a young patriarch for hundreds of years.

"After you fell into coma, it was the young patriarch who arrived in time to save us. The entire battle lasted no more than half an hour and ended. Those direct descendants of the ancestral line were no more than that." Song Yushi said with some emotion.

A trace of surprise flashed in Song Yulong's eyes. He did not expect that Song Yushi would have such a high opinion of the other party, but he clearly knew how perverted the "direct descendants" in Song Yushi's mouth were.

But when I think about the Song family, it was originally a Zifu family. Although it has declined, its foundation is still there. It is normal to have a few outstanding disciples.

"By the way, what happened to the fellow Taoist we rescued?"

Speaking of this, Song Yushi's beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed. She held the corners of her clothes with her jade hands, lowered her head and said, "She is the missing disciple of the Golden Crow Sect. I have caused trouble for the family."

"Oh, I can't blame you for this. Don't blame yourself too much. If she dies, the consequences will be more serious. I believe the family will handle it properly."

Song Yulong was also a little helpless. This incident was too much of a coincidence. No matter how they chose, the Song family could not stay out of it. It could only be said that it was "fate"...

After walking around in a circle, Song Changsheng returned to the General Affairs Hall and handled a large pile of general affairs with ease. Then he took out three Qiankun bags and began to check today's results.

He killed a total of four blood demons in this battle, among which the three second-level high-grade [Red Sword Talisman] played a key role. They were originally prepared for him to enter the Qiantian Secret Realm, but they were not used.

Today, he was able to resolve the battle so devastatingly. These three talismans played a key role. He didn't feel it when he used it, but when he thought about it afterwards, it still made him feel a little painful.

After all, a second-level high-grade talisman is worth at least two or three thousand spiritual stones, which is equivalent to him throwing away ten thousand spiritual stones in this battle.

"Don't let me down." Song Changsheng picked up a Qiankun bag belonging to an early-stage foundation-building demon cultivator, opened it, and poured out a pile of treasures... well, rags inside.

That's right, it's just junk. Except for two second-level low-grade magic weapons, there is basically nothing valuable on this person.There were only a few hundred pieces of pitiful spiritual stones, and they were of low quality. He was the poorest foundation-building monk Song Changsheng had ever seen.

"Could it be that he didn't carry it with him?" Song Changsheng thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the only reason that made sense. After all, a foundation-building monk could not only have this little wealth for whatever he did.

Thinking of this, Song Changsheng's face instantly turned ugly. He couldn't lose money, right?
He quickly opened the Qiankun bag of the mid-stage foundation-building demon cultivator. There was also only a pile of rags. The only valuable items were a few magic weapons and only more than 1000 spiritual stones.

Song Changsheng, who was heartbroken, held on to the last glimmer of hope and opened the Universe Bag of the Blood Demon Deacon. However, there were no surprises. Apart from the high-grade spiritual weapon he suppressed, there was nothing valuable, and there were only less than 3000 spiritual stones. [-] yuan.

Looking at the mountains of "rags", Song Changsheng's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. This was too poor. If it weren't for a few second-level magic weapons and a high-grade spiritual weapon, he would still be selling them!

Song Changsheng thought that it was because they left most of the wealth behind before performing the mission that his harvest was so low, but what he didn't know was that the pile of "junk" in front of him was all the belongings of this group of demon cultivators. .

It may sound outrageous, but it’s not hard to understand if you think about it.

The life of these demonic cultivators is actually very hard. They are all shady rats, beings that everyone calls for beating. They dare not show up at all. Naturally, their income is less, which is only enough to maintain their cultivation. "Deposits" "It's too luxurious for them.

Fortunately, there is a high-grade spiritual weapon. Although the value is a little low, it is still worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones. After all, I still made a small profit...

A few days passed like this, while Song Changsheng was absorbing the energy of yin and yang, he saw a huge paper kite flying through the clouds, heading towards Cangmang Peak.

Song Changsheng looked around and saw a young man and woman standing on the back of the paper kite, which was more than a foot wide.

The woman is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth, skin as good as snow, and a tall figure. She wears a long cyan skirt with no accessories. Three thousand black hair is only tied with a colorful ribbon, swaying in the wind, full of youthful vitality.

The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in black robes, holding a long sword in his arms, with deep eyes and an indifferent expression, as if there was nothing in the world worthy of his attention.

"I'm afraid these two little guys couldn't wait any longer and actually came to the door on their own. But I really can't get away now." Song Changsheng rubbed his chin, thinking about how to explain it more reasonably.

Before the kite landed, Song Qingxing jumped down and landed in front of Song Changsheng. He said calmly: "When will we set off?"

Song Changsheng suddenly felt a headache, coughed lightly and said, "Wait a minute, this period of time is not peaceful."

"Are you going to break your promise?" Song Qingxing frowned slightly, a sword spirit flashed in his eyes.

Song Changsheng was about to have a good chat with him. The next moment, a figure bumped into his arms unexpectedly. He knew who it was without even looking. He couldn't help but smile fondly: "How old are you?" Shameless."

Song Qingxi was unmoved after hearing this, hugging his arm and said dissatisfied: "Why did my uncle go so long this time and didn't even tell Xi'er when he came back?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I will be there for a longer time. Did you practice well during my absence?" Song Changsheng said with a deliberately serious face.

After hearing this, Song Qingxi showed off his cultivation and said as if asking for credit: "Xi'er has already reached the seventh level of Qi training."

"Yes, there will be a reward soon." Song Changsheng was also a little surprised. Song Qingxi was only 16 years old, and he had only reached this level by relying on Taoist scriptures.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Song Qingxing again. This guy had actually reached the ninth level of Qi training. You must know his talent. His cultivation speed was even faster than Song Changsheng's.

"No wonder he is so eager. According to his cultivation speed, it will be possible to condense the Dao Foundation within three years. Time is really running out." Song Changsheng frowned slightly. The Shangtian Sword Sect was related to Song Qingxing's future, so he naturally wanted to go.

However, the family is also in troubled times at the moment. The clan leader Song Xianming is in seclusion and the elder is still injured. A family competition is about to be held to select three clan members to take the [Foundation Building Pill].

At this time, as the young clan leader, he must shoulder the responsibilities on his shoulders and sit in the General Affairs Hall without moving lightly.

Facing Song Qingxing's indifferent gaze, Song Changsheng sighed and said: "When someone in the family takes charge of the overall situation, I will take you to the Tianjian Sect."

"You are not the only one in the family." Song Qingxing was obviously not satisfied with this answer. According to his idea, he should have set off last year, but it has been delayed until now.

"I am not the only one in the family, but everyone has different responsibilities. As the young patriarch, I shoulder the honor and disgrace of the entire family. This is my responsibility." Song Changsheng shook his head slowly. It's all on my shoulders, how can I just leave?

Song Qingxing looked directly into his eyes and said calmly: "With your talent, the family will only become a burden to you."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng frowned immediately. This was not a good sign.

He looked at Song Qingxing seriously and said: "I know you have no feelings for the family, but no matter what, the blood of Taiyi Ancestor flows in your body, and you are also a member of the family.

You think family is a burden, but I want to tell you, without family, you and I might not even have a chance to practice.

For hundreds of years, the family has not abandoned any clan member. No matter how poor your qualifications are, the family will squeeze out resources for you to practice, not for anything else, just because we are a family.

After enjoying the resources of the family, we naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities. You may not understand it now, but I hope you will understand this truth in the future. "

Song Qingxing's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. The two looked at each other calmly. After a while, he said calmly: "Let me know when you leave."

After that, he walked straight to Song Changsheng's yard, sat cross-legged in the backyard and started practicing.

The corner of Song Changsheng's mouth curved slightly, and there was still some change. Originally, he planned to ask Song Qingxi to persuade him, but now it seems that there is no need for it.

"You two act weird every time you meet." Song Qingxi sat on a stone bench nearby and said dissatisfiedly with her little face in her hands.

Song Changsheng smiled and said: "This is a unique way of communication between us. I heard that you went down the mountain to practice. Can you tell me about it?"

The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pulled Song Changsheng and kept chattering.

The more Song Changsheng listened, the more surprised he became. These two little guys were really brave...

(End of this chapter)