Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 197 Lingyun (Happy New Year’s Day to all fellow Taoists)

The faint cry was so obvious in the silent mountain col.

Song Changsheng's heart trembled, and he hurried towards the direction where the crying came from. He saw two corpses of a man and a woman kneeling on the ground in front of a haystack.

They held each other quietly, their faces filled with fear.

This is a young couple, probably in their early twenties. There are two small packages scattered around them, filled with soft and golden pancakes on both sides.

It seems that when the great change occurred, they planned to escape from this hell on earth, but the changes in their bodies made them despair, and the couple eventually died embracing each other.

The baby's cry came from between the two of them, very faintly.

He stretched out his hand to separate the two people, revealing a swaddled baby. The little guy closed his eyes tightly, and his white and tender hands were scratching in the air, sobbing weakly.

"This child has not been planted with worms?"

Song Changsheng picked it up carefully, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. He had never had the experience of raising a child in his two lifetimes.

After being stunned for a while, he reached out and gently wiped away the blood on his little face, his heart full of pity.

The child looked to be just over a month old.

Originally, he was supposed to have a happy family, but now, everything is like a dream.

Of the tens of thousands of people in the clan, he should be the only one left.

Seeing him, Song Changsheng couldn't help but think of his previous life.

It's just that at that time, he still had a grandfather who was sloppy but loved him, and he really had nothing to rely on...

Song Changsheng examined him carefully and found no traces of injuries or Gu insects.

It should be because the child was just born, and Feng Wuming had not had time to plant the Gu worms on his body, which allowed this new life to escape.

Fortunately and unfortunately.

"Senior Song, this little guy is probably starving." Wu Yan immediately reminded him from the side.

"This……"

Song Changsheng was immediately in trouble. The two grown men didn't have those parts either.

He had a lot of spiritual liquid on his body, but his small body couldn't bear it. Even a little bit was enough to make him explode and die.

"You continue to collect the body, and be sure to pay attention to see if there are any survivors. I will take this little guy to find some food." After that, he took the child into the dense forest...

Watching Song Changsheng clumsily hugging the little guy away, Wu Yan suddenly felt emotional in his heart: "This senior Song is really different."

From the beginning, he discovered that there were many things about Song Changsheng that were different from ordinary people.

Although they are obviously high-ranking foundation-building monks, they do not have the slightest contempt for these low-status Qi-training casual cultivators, who can be called "fellow Taoists".

He also took the initiative to save the lives of more than a dozen of his brothers. If it were anyone else, who would care about the life and death of a few casual cultivators. It would be nice not to send them off in advance.

Not only that, he will be angry when he sees mortals being slaughtered, and he will feel pity when he sees the surviving babies.

You must know that in this world, even among those righteous monks who talk about "justice" all the year round, there are very few who can achieve this step.

In the eyes of most immortal cultivators, the lives of mortals are no more noble than weeds on the roadside.

If it weren't for the major holy places that explicitly prohibited the slaughter of mortals, those so-called "righteous monks" might not be any better than those evil heretics.

In comparison, what Song Changsheng did was really almost like a saint, which filled Wu Yan's heart with admiration.

He believed that it was impossible to do what Song Changsheng was like. Even if he was faced with the corpses all over the place, the most he could do was set a fire to prevent them from being exposed in the wilderness.

"There are still people who say that Senior Song is a ruthless and ruthless maniac who kills without blinking an eye. This is really ridiculous. We should dig out his eyeballs and take a closer look." Wu Han thought fiercely.

Looking down at the two corpses that had gradually become stiff, Wu Yan shook his head and said softly: "If you can meet an expert like Senior Song, you can rest in peace."

After saying that, he released a big illusory hand to lift the two of them up, intending to put them together with the other corpses.

"Ding"

Just as the woman was leaving the ground, a round piece of auspicious cloud jade pendant slipped from her lapel and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Wu Yan took it into his hand and took a look, and found that there was a character engraved on the back, which was an ancient Chinese character. However, he was Ye Luzi and had only heard of it but did not recognize it.

"Although it's just ordinary white jade, it's good to keep it as a souvenir." Wu Yan casually put it into the storage bag, and then continued to collect the body...

In order to get some food for this little guy, Song Changsheng had no choice but to become a milking expert. In the eyes of a female leopard with resentment and fear, Song Changsheng walked out with a small can of animal milk. go.

After drinking the animal milk, the little guy's condition was obviously much better. He didn't cry or fuss. He stared at Song Changsheng with a pair of big watery eyes, full of curiosity.

Then... he peed all over Song Changsheng.

When he finished the hurried processing and returned to the mountain col, the last ray of the sun was submerged in the darkness.

Wu Yan worked diligently and collected all the corpses together, dug a big pit and buried them.

There are too many, and it is simply unrealistic to bury them one by one. This is already the best destination for the Ling family.

"It's been really hard on you today."

The child in his arms was already fast asleep, and Song Changsheng's voice was lowered unconsciously. If the distance was not close enough, Wu Yan would not be able to hear what he was saying.

"The small ones are just trying their best."

Looking at the big earth bag in front of him, Song Changsheng took a piece of bluestone, pointed it like a knife, and quickly carved lines of small characters on it, and then stood directly in front of the earth bag.

This is mainly to let others understand what happened. The Ling family is considered a big family in this area. If they are suddenly wiped out, it will definitely cause panic and investigation.

After all, killing mortals is a taboo no matter where you are.

After doing all this, Song Changsheng sighed quietly and said softly: "Get ready to go back."

Wu Yan nodded, then took out the jade pendant he picked up and said, "Senior, this is the jade pendant found on his mother's body."

After taking the jade pendant, Song Changsheng took a closer look and was a little surprised. The word "Ling" was actually written in ancient style.

This kind of ancient characters comes from ancient times, which is tens of thousands of years old. It is very different from modern characters. Without systematic study, it is impossible to recognize it.

This can reflect the difference between family disciples and casual cultivators. Song clan members are required to master all this knowledge before they reach adulthood.

On the other hand, Wu Yan, who was born in Yeluzi, had no access to these things. Therefore, in this world, the tragedy of not being able to read after being passed down by predecessors is really possible.

"Ling should be your last name, so from now on, your name will be Ling Yun." Song Changsheng put the jade pendant and the little guy next to each other and whispered.

"Senior, what are you going to do with this child?"

After having more contact with Song Changsheng, Wu Yan gradually relaxed his courage and asked Song Changsheng curiously on the way back.

Although he regarded Song Changsheng as a senior, he knew very well that the other party was definitely no more than thirty years old this year.

In the secular world, he might already be the father of several children at this age, but among the monks he is still a solid young man.

Especially among the foundation-building monks who have a life span of more than 200 years, they are just starting at this age, and they definitely have no experience in raising children.

He could tell that Song Changsheng liked this child very much, but since he came to Xiangzhou from Lingzhou, he must have something to do, and it was not convenient to take this child with him.

His implication was that it was best to find a proper way to settle the child.

Song Changsheng could naturally hear what he was saying, and looking at Ling Yun who was sleeping soundly in his arms, a trace of confusion emerged in his heart.

To be fair, he liked this child very much. Not only did he sympathize with his plight, but he also felt that he was very close to him.

But there is a real problem before him. His trip is to send Qingxing to the Tianjian Sect. It is in the battlefield between two sects and is surrounded by dangers. There are indeed many inconveniences with this little guy. After all, he is too powerful. He was so weak that it only took a little bit of the aftermath of the battle to take away his life.

Moreover, he really doesn't know how to take care of children. He can't even take good care of Qingxi, let alone a baby who is just one month old?

For a moment, Song Changsheng was caught in a dilemma: should he stay or find a common family?

From a safety perspective, he actually prefers the latter.

Finally, he looked at Wu Yan and said, "Are there any other small families with good reputations around here?"

"Senior, there is a cultivator family, the Wang family, a thousand miles to the southwest. The younger one has an old relationship with the head of the Wang family, so you can entrust Ling Yun to him." Wu Yan quickly and respectfully replied.

"In that case, it's up to you to lead the way."

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In the inn, Song Qingxi kept wandering around the room, her pretty face full of worry.

The old ghost Chihuo had been back for a long time. He looked at Song Qingxi who was restless, grinned widely, showing a pair of big yellow teeth, and said confidently: "Little miss, don't be too worried. With the master's cultivation, he can threaten anyone in Xiangzhou." He doesn’t have many people, maybe he’s just delayed by something, so please don’t worry.”

He knew best whether Song Changsheng was strong or not, and he still felt a dull pain in his chest.

Besides, if Song Changsheng really capsized in the gutter, he wouldn't sit here properly and would have gone down to accompany him.

Song Qingxi was not comforted when she heard this. She came to the old ghost Chihuo and said, "Aren't you a follower of my uncle? You go find him and come back."

The old ghost Chihuo immediately shook his head like a rattle, spread his hands and said: "Little miss, the city of casual cultivators is not safe. If the young master is not here, the old slave will naturally be responsible for protecting you. If you leave your post without permission, the young master will definitely be angry when he comes back. .”

Are you kidding? If Song Changsheng can't handle it, just add him and he can handle it?

In comparison, the safety of these two little ancestors was more important. He could still pick up which one was heavier and which one was lighter.

But Song Qingxi didn't buy it. She stamped her feet angrily and said angrily: "What danger can we be in if we are here? I think you are just greedy for life and afraid of death."

"If I wasn't afraid of death, I would have gone to hell a long time ago." The old ghost of Red Fire resigned himself to it. He was not affected by the little girl at all. He surrendered to Song Changsheng, and he only needed to obey Song Changsheng's orders.

Seeing that the old ghost Chihuo was unmoved, Song Qingxi thought for a moment, put her hands on her hips and said, "Okay, if you don't want to go, I'll go by myself."

After saying that, she reached out and planned to open the door.

The old ghost Chihuo was not used to it and directly used the restraint to seal the room. He was a late-stage foundation-building monk after all. Although Song Changsheng slapped him to the ground, he still had to pinch the little girl who was in the Qi training period. of.

"you!"

Song Qingxi was furious, staring angrily at the old ghost Chihuo with big eyes.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure in a green robe walked in. He looked at the aggressive Song Qingxi, smiled and said: "What's going on? Who's causing trouble?" You're angry?"

Seeing that Song Changsheng had returned safely, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for Song Qingxi to complain, the old ghost Chihuo immediately prostrated himself in front of Song Changsheng and said: "Return to the Young Master, it is this old slave who made the young lady angry."

Song Changsheng knew it well and deliberately said with a straight face: "So that's it, I will definitely punish you severely this time!"

"The old slave takes the blame."

Seeing this scene, Song Qingxi's heart suddenly softened, and she whispered: "It's Xi'er who is willful, it's none of his business."

"Since Xi'er said so, I will forgive you this time."

The old ghost Chihuo bowed to Song Qingxi very politely and said, "Old slave, I would like to thank the young miss for your kindness."

The two of them sang together, which made Song Qingxi's face feel a little hot.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of something in Song Changsheng's arms. When she looked closely, she saw that it was a baby.

This immediately made her furious. Didn't she say she was going out to settle personal grudges? Why did she bring back a child?

"Uncle, this is in your arms..."

Wu Yan, who was following Song Changsheng, immediately narrated the whole story when he saw this.

When Song Qingxi heard that everyone in the Ling family was slaughtered, she immediately covered her mouth in surprise. She looked at Ling Yun with pity and said, "Then he has become an orphan."

Song Changsheng nodded with a heavy face, then looked at Wu Yan and said, "I'll help you today. I hope these things can be helpful to you."

With that said, he handed a storage bag to Wu Yan.

Wu Yan was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly: "Senior saved the lives of more than a dozen of my brothers. It's too late to repay even a small amount. How can I still ask for your things?"

Song Changsheng couldn't help but put the storage bag into his hand, patted his shoulder and said: "You made the right choice today. This is what you deserve. Take it and go back to rest early. If anything happens in the future, If you need anything, you can come to Lingzhou Song Family to find me."

The weight of these words was not unimportant. Wu Yan accepted the storage bag and bowed solemnly to Song Changsheng: "Thank you, senior, for the reward. I will take my leave."

After Wu Yan left, Song Changsheng looked at the old ghost Chihuo and said, "How are you doing with the things I asked you to inquire about?"

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　In the new year, I wish you all all the best and all your wishes come true!

　　Regarding the extra work, I really had no intention at first. Recently, the school arranged a provincial skills competition. I was training from morning to night, and I didn’t even have a break on New Year’s Day. I really don’t have time to code, so please forgive me.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)