Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 198 You will have my last name from now on

The old ghost Chihuo hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Reporting to the young master, the old slave has found out about the Tiangong master. He is not in the city now, and his training is at Qiaojiang Mountain, five thousand miles away.

It is said that this person has an eccentric personality and is moody. If the young master wants to ask him to take action, it may be difficult. "

"Things are rare and valuable. There are countless Tiangong masters in the entire Daqi cultivation world on two hands, and there are even fewer who have reached the second level. It is normal to have some personality.

Besides, if it weren't for the tricky angle of your spell, why would I need to ask him to take action? "Song Changsheng glanced at him and said nonchalantly.

"Old slave deserves to die." The red-fire old ghost immediately bowed to plead guilty, with sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, I just said it casually.

You all go back and rest. Tomorrow at three o'clock, I will go visit the Tiangong master. "

He waved his hand and hurried them back to the room to rest, and then hurriedly put the sleeping child on the bed. When he looked down at his chest, he saw that it was already wet.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You stinky brat, in less than three hours, you soiled both of my clothes."

He kept complaining, but he still unwrapped the child's wet swaddling clothes, washed it and dried it with spiritual power before wrapping it again. Since he had no relevant experience, he was in a hurry.

During this process, Ling Yun was not woken up by his tossing and turning, but slept soundly.

Speaking of which, Ling Yun seemed to have just cried for a while when he was discovered. After drinking enough animal milk, he fell asleep soundly, and it has been two or three hours now.

During this period, no matter whether it was a loud noise or turning him around, there was no sign of waking up. This made Song Changsheng a little worried as to whether there was something wrong somewhere.

But after his careful investigation, he found nothing wrong. He was really just sleeping.

His behavior is not a bad thing for Song Changsheng. After all, it is quite worry-free. If he wants to cry and make a fuss to find his mother, Song Changsheng will not be able to cope with it.

After taking care of the little guy, Song Changsheng lay on the bed tiredly. After today's big battle, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. He had not felt this way for a long time.

After lying down and resting for a while, he took out an antique scroll from the storage bag. In the dark room, the scroll exuded a white and soft shimmer.

Open it slowly, and a Tai Chi picture comes into view.

"What is the origin of you?"

Song Changsheng frowned slightly. Even though he had been in such close contact, he still could not tell the grade of this Tai Chi diagram, nor could he find any traces of the formation.

As a formation mage and weapon refiner, he has been dealing with formations and magic weapons since he was a child.

Generally speaking, after the weapon refiner refines a magic weapon, he will inscribe a suitable formation inside it to enhance its function and power.

On the market, it is rare to see magic weapons without formations.

There is no formation in this Tai Chi diagram.

This is what Song Changsheng cannot understand the most. How could it have such terrifying defensive power without the inscribed defensive formation?

After pondering for a long time, he finally could only attribute it to the production materials.

The shaft head of this Tai Chi diagram is more than three feet long and is made of a brown tree core, which is much harder than refined iron. It has a faint fragrance that can calm and soothe the mind.

Song Changsheng had never seen this kind of wood, but it was definitely not a popular commodity and was worth a lot of money. However, it was just the head of an axle.

The cloth used for painting is three feet long and three feet wide. It can only be seen that it is woven from some kind of silk as white as snow. It is very tough and the [Mountain Seal] fell on it without leaving any trace.

You must know that the big red flag in the hands of the old ghost Chihuo is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. It was torn when it faced the [Mountain Seal], but it didn't do anything.

It can be seen that the grade of this Tai Chi diagram is at least the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"Anyway, this is a rare treasure. Let's refine it first and then talk about it."

Song Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed, cut his finger and dripped a drop of bright red blood, then closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to carve the mark of spiritual consciousness...

On the other side, Wu Yan contacted a group of his brothers and returned to the inn together.

Facing the chattering concerns and inquiries from his brothers, Wu Yan thought for a while and responded: "The senior didn't let me get close. I don't know what happened specifically. I only know that the senior has killed that beast. .

Do you still remember the Ling family we passed before? They were wiped out by that beast. If our seniors hadn't pulled out the poison for us, we would have definitely gone to hell by now. "

Everyone shuddered when they heard this. There are tens of thousands of people. Just say that the clan will be exterminated?

"Okay, okay, I'm a little tired too. Let's all go and rest. Tomorrow we will continue on the road to Yu Kingdom."

After making sure that everyone was gone, Wu Yancai sighed softly: "Brothers, don't blame me. Without Senior Song's permission, there are some things that are really inappropriate for you to tell you."

Then he took out the storage bag that Song Changsheng stuffed into his arms, feeling a little excited in his heart.

He didn't take it out just now, not because he didn't want to take risks with his brothers, but because people were unpredictable. He didn't know what Song Changsheng had packed inside, so it was better to be careful.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Yan slowly opened the storage bag in his hand, and after just one glance, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

This reward is really too heavy.

There are a total of two second-level mental skills, corresponding to his own earth and fire spiritual roots. In addition, there are several exquisite spells, which are usually difficult for a low-status casual cultivator like him to have access to.

There is a mountain of other elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, etc., which, although most of them are of the first level, are still a huge cultivation resource for them, enough for them to gain a foothold in the Yu Kingdom.

The most precious among them is a second-level formation inheritance, which is a good thing that is difficult to buy even with money on the market.

After the excitement, Wu Yan gradually calmed down. He knew that what he got was nothing compared to the baby named Ling Yun.

His thoughts flew to an hour ago.

After Song Changsheng agreed to his suggestion of placing the child with the Wang family, he immediately took Song Changsheng to the Wang family.

And just when the two arrived at the outskirts of the Wang family, he was about to ask the Wang family chief to come out to greet them.

Ling Yun, who was sleeping, suddenly began to scratch in the air unconsciously, his face full of panic, as if he had had a nightmare. It was not until he grabbed Song Changsheng's lapel that the panic on his face gradually faded away, and he fell asleep again.

At that moment, Song Changsheng relented and left the Wang family with Wu Yan without looking back.

Wu Yan knew in his heart that Song Changsheng couldn't trust him, so he planned to adopt him himself.

Whenever Ling Yun detects spiritual roots in the future, the resources he will be able to obtain will definitely not be comparable to that of a small Qi training family. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will be on the rise.

This is what makes him envious the most.

If you lose your horse, you will know no blessings.

Although he encountered misfortune, he got better development opportunities, which is what many people can only dream of. When Wu Yan was young, he also wanted to join a certain foundation-building sect, but was ruthlessly rejected because of his qualifications. He could only struggle in the world of cultivation by himself, and a spiritual stone would make him want to break it into two flowers.

At that time, he was very envious of those family disciples. As long as they had spiritual roots, even the worst miscellaneous spiritual roots, the family would spend resources to cultivate them.

Even if you don't have spiritual roots, you can still have enough food and clothing in the mortal world, and you don't have to worry about one day being sacrificed by the whole family like the Ling family.

"I must look like someone."

Holding the storage bag in his hand tightly, Wu Yan secretly swore in his heart.

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In the early morning of the next day, a touch of fish belly white just appeared on the horizon. Song Changsheng stared at the Tai Chi diagram suspended in mid-air in front of him, with deep helplessness on his face.

He tried all night, trying to squeeze out a lot of blood and essence, but he still couldn't successfully refine it, and it didn't even have any extra reaction.

Sometimes Song Changsheng couldn't help but wonder whether the thing in front of him was a magic weapon.

"How could the little Ling family possess such a strange treasure?" Song Changsheng was very confused.

On the way back, Wu Yan had told him what he had seen and heard. Based on the information he told, Song Changsheng speculated that this Tai Chi diagram might be the reason why Feng Wuming was lurking in the Ling family.

Feng Wuming might know something, but unfortunately, he is now truly out of his mind.

"I don't know what the limit of this treasure is." Song Changsheng thought while rubbing his chin.

Without refining, it can block the small magical power without any damage. In the foundation building period, there is basically no way to break through its defense.

Even [Lu Wuzhong] has to step aside at this point.

"Yah~"

At this moment, Xiao Lingyun, who had slept soundly all night, finally opened his eyes.

A pair of bright eyes as pure and flawless as black gems.

Although he was in a strange environment and faced a strange person, the little guy didn't cry at all. Instead, he stared at Song Changsheng and extended his chubby little hand to Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng smiled and picked him up, and said warmly: "When I wake up, I don't cry or make noises. I don't look like a child from an ordinary family. It just so happens that my mother has been wanting to have a grandson for these years. From now on, you will call me my surname." Song Lingyun."

"Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"

The little guy seemed to understand and smiled brightly.

"You're hungry, come and eat something. I've never tasted the top-grade golden leopard's milk before." Song Changsheng took out the jar of animal milk, moved his fingertips slightly, and the milky white milk melted immediately. Make a thin line and sink it into the little guy's mouth.

After a while, most of the can of animal milk was empty.

After eating, the little guy blinked and fell asleep again, snoring slightly.

Song Changsheng frowned and glanced at the jar in his hand, and said to himself: "Why do you fall asleep right after eating? Isn't this animal milk poisonous?"

I poured the remaining bit into my mouth and found nothing wrong except for a slight fishy smell.

"It's really strange. Let's go back and let Uncle Wu take a look."

Song Luzhou is not only the best alchemist of the Song family, but also the best medicine man. After all, elixirs have not been separated since ancient times. If there is really something wrong with Xiao Lingyun's body, he will definitely not escape his notice.

After serving the little guy, it was already dawn. Song Changsheng reached out and pushed open the door, calling the group of people out, preparing to find the heavenly engineer.

Song Qingxi looked at the little guy in Song Changsheng's arms and asked curiously: "Uncle, is he going with us too?"

"Of course, I have decided to adopt him, and you will be my sister from now on." Song Changsheng stuffed Xiao Lingyun into her arms, and then walked downstairs calmly, completely ignoring the resentful look in the little girl's eyes.

Under the leadership of the old ghost Chihuo, the group rushed towards the residence of the Tiangong master...

"Sir, this is Qiaojiang Mountain. Master Lu lives here."

After hearing this, Song Changsheng put away his flying sword and landed on the ground. He bowed his hands towards Qiaojiang Mountain and said, "Song Changsheng of the Song family in Lingzhou is here to visit. I also ask Master Lu to show up."

Zhongzheng's peaceful voice mixed with spiritual power echoed in the mountains, startling the birds in the sky.

After a while, a young man wearing a bright yellow brocade robe came out of the forest riding a big green bull. He bowed slightly to Song Changsheng and said, "I have met Senior Song. What do you want to see your master about?"

"The power device of the first- and second-order flying boat was accidentally damaged, so I came to bother Master Lu. I also asked fellow Taoist to pass the news on my behalf."

After all, he was asking for help, so Song Changsheng behaved very politely.

The young man looked a little flattered and quickly lowered his head and said, "Senior Song's words are serious."

Immediately, there was a trace of embarrassment on his face and he said: "The master can indeed meet the requirements of the senior. It's just that the master has been worried recently and doesn't want to see guests. Senior, please come again in the future."

Before Song Changsheng could speak, the old ghost Chihuo couldn't sit still. He exuded a terrifying power and said with a fierce look: "You are so arrogant. My young master came to visit you, but you are so arrogant. Wait until I fight on the mountain." Go and see how many heads this guy named Lu has!"

The red-fire old ghost licked blood from his knife edge all day long, and he had a murderous aura about him. The bull-riding boy had never experienced such a battle, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Just when he felt like he was about to suffocate, Song Changsheng frowned and said, "Chi Huo, don't be rude."

Sensing the displeasure in Song Changsheng's tone, the old ghost Chihuo immediately restrained his momentum, retreated to the back, lowered his head and stopped talking.

After repelling the red-fire old ghost, Song Changsheng looked at the young man and said, "I don't know why Master Lu is troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?"

The young man took a few deep breaths, looked at the old ghost Chihuo with a hint of fear, and then replied respectfully: "Reporting to senior, my junior sister was injured by gangsters, and many doctors and alchemy masters were invited but could not be cured. Now it has become the family teacher’s heartache.”

Hearing what the young man said, Song Changsheng's heart moved, he cupped his hands and said, "If that's the case, I might give it a try."

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly said: "Senior, do you have any ideas?"

Song Changsheng didn't dare to guarantee this kind of thing, and replied: "If you have some confidence, you should do your best."

The young man did not doubt that he was there, and said happily: "In that case, I would like to ask senior to follow me up the mountain and give it a try. If I can cure my little junior sister, my master will definitely give me a generous gift!"

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(End of this chapter)