Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 216 The opportunity of youth punishment

The disciples of Tianjian Sect took Song Changsheng outside the Forest of Steles, where many square quiet rooms were built, like matchboxes.

The other party handed him a small sword-shaped jade plaque, and then left on his own.

Following the guidance on the jade plaque, Song Changsheng opened a quiet room near the corner. The indoor space was not large, about a dozen square meters, and the furnishings were also very simple, with just a futon and an incense burner.

Song Changsheng placed the infant Lingyun on the futon, then walked to the incense burner, stretched out his hand to pick up a stick of incense, and said curiously: "It's actually the [Soothing Incense], what a big hand."

[Soothing Incense] is a kind of fragrance made from special spiritual plants. The smell it emits after being lit has the effect of calming the mind and getting rid of distracting thoughts. It can prevent monks from being taken advantage of by demons during retreat.

Although this thing is not precious, if it is left here for people to use at will, it will be a huge expense over the years.

After blowing gently, the [Soothing Incense] spontaneously ignited without fire, emitting a handful of green smoke.

After inserting it into the incense burner, Song Changsheng took out the Tai Chi diagram and sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already on a vast ocean, surrounded by nothing but the roar of the sea.

The sky is evenly divided into two colors: black and white. The white center is a dazzling sun, and the black center is a bright moon.

There is a light group suspended between the sky and the earth, emitting circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

Beside the light group is a seemingly ordinary jade slip.

This is Song Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness. Everything here is made up by his spiritual power. In this fictional spiritual world, he is the only master, and any external soul will be suppressed by him.

Unless the opponent's soul is far more powerful than his sea of ​​consciousness, he will be invincible.

But what is different from others is that there are two anomalies in his sea of ​​consciousness. One is the culprit that caused him to be reborn in the Purple Royal Realm, and the other is the "meeting gift" left by the thigh he just hugged.

Looking at the light group, Song Changsheng muttered to himself: "Master said that every time I break through a major realm, I will unlock a restriction. Now that I am a foundation builder, I should be qualified to read the content of the first level, right?"

Thinking of this, he came to the light group and tentatively stretched out his finger to point at it.

At the moment of contact, the light group burst out with bright light. Song Changsheng suddenly felt an electric shock, and then he felt that something seemed to be transmitted to his body.

"This is... a memory of Master?" Song Changsheng suddenly had a realization in his heart. What this light ball recorded was actually part of the memory belonging to [Qingtian Sword Immortal].

Song Changsheng hurriedly checked the passage he had obtained. After reading it, he suddenly became excited.

There isn't much information recorded in this memory, but it mentions a very important piece of information.

The jade slips recording the Taoist scriptures are actually a magical instrument, and a very high-grade magical instrument.

However, due to the passage of time and wandering in the sea of ​​stars, the spiritual light was exhausted, causing the weapon spirit to fall into a deep sleep.

The memory left by [Qingtian Sword Immortal] mainly records the method of awakening the weapon spirit, and emphasizes that as long as he can awaken the weapon spirit, he can truly become the master of the Taoist scriptures.

Song Changsheng's heart suddenly became hot. After these years of understanding, he knew very well that what was recorded in the jade slips was not just a volume of Taoist scriptures, but a vast scripture collection pavilion.

If it can be completely used by him, why should the Song family not rise?

But when he saw the method of awakening, a big question mark appeared in his head, because there was only one sentence recorded on it - you only need to use something that nourishes the soul to awaken.

There was no mention of specific treasures, no specific grades, and even the required quantity was not recorded.

A trace of confusion appeared in Song Changsheng's eyes. Does this mean that all comers are welcome and the demand is unknown?

"Alas, it seems that we need to pay more attention to the spiritual objects that nourish the soul. There is another gold-eating beast." Song Changsheng sighed quietly. Everything has a price, and every peck and every drink has a certain price.

After setting the awakening of the weapon spirit as a long-term goal in the future, Song Changsheng turned his attention to the Taoist scriptures aside. He had not yet studied the Taoist scriptures after breaking through to the late stage of foundation building. He didn't know what he would get this time, and he was looking forward to it.

He penetrated his consciousness into the jade slip, and paragraphs of shining golden text flashed before his eyes one by one, and he soon fell into an epiphany...

The moonlight was sultry and the breeze was blowing on his face. Song Qingxing sat cross-legged under the sword monument like a sculpture, with a look of pain flashing between his brows from time to time.

At this moment, his consciousness was in a claustrophobic space, surrounded by darkness, no light, no sound, only an aloof man standing in front of him holding a sword.

Song Qingxing stood up with difficulty. His body was covered with scars, and blood soaked through his robe, flowing silently on the ground.

He couldn't remember how many times he stood up after falling down. The man in front of him was simply terrifyingly strong.

Although they were in the same realm as him, he felt that the other person was like a towering mountain, while he was just a low mound.

"You are the ninth one to come here, and you are also the weakest one. Let's go. You are not qualified to accept my inheritance." The arrogant man stood with his sword and said coldly and arrogantly.

"Not interested in.

Die! "

Song Qingxing held the long sword in his hand and thrust out with all his strength.

It's not that he said it out of anger, he was really not interested in the other party's inheritance, even if the other party was very strong, ridiculously strong.

But for him, after all, it is other people's way, not his. He has his own way to walk. Even if there are thorns and monsters ahead, he will use the three-foot green sword in his hand to get rid of it!

The reason why he remains in this trial is to defeat the enemy in front of him. He falls down again and again, just to make the sword in his hand sharper, just to be able to go higher and further in the future. !

"Hmph, what you say is true!"

Looking at the cold light piercing his chest, the aloof man's eyes showed a trace of disdain. He waved his sword gently, a sword energy surged, and Song Qingxing flew backwards again.

But he quickly stood up again, and once again charged forward silently with his sword in hand. The blood on his face made him even more ferocious out of thin air.

With the same light sword, blood blossoms bloomed on Song Qingxing's chest, and he flew backwards again...

In this dark and claustrophobic space, Song Qingxing flew out again and again, and then stabbed his opponent with the sword in his hand at a faster speed, over and over again.

He didn't know how many wounds he had on his body, and he didn't know how many times he got up from the ground. He only knew that he was speechless and fearless in charging.

Gradually, his sword became faster and sharper. Although he was still no match for the aloof man, his perseverance and understanding moved the aloof man.

Another sword slashed him away. The arrogant man sheathed his long sword and said with a hint of admiration: "I have seen eight geniuses who are more talented than you, but in the end they all failed my test.

Your perseverance is commendable, but it makes me look at you differently. I can accept you as a registered disciple and teach you some sword skills. "

If other people had heard this, they would have been overjoyed and bowed to him. Unfortunately, it was Song Qingxing who he met.

Faced with the doubts of peerless inheritance, he just held the sword, silently but firmly stepped forward step by step, and then stabbed out accurately and quickly!

A hint of evil flashed in the eyes of the arrogant man, and he said angrily: "Since you don't know what is good for you, then go and die!"

"Swish"

He raised the Qingfeng in his hand high.

"Chong"

"Kang Dang"

As a crisp sound sounded, the sword in Song Qingxing's hand was cut into two pieces.

Another move and he was defeated. But the difference was that this time, the aloof man did not stop. Instead, he raised his sword again and stabbed it out with all his strength.

"puff"

The sharp sword tip pierced his skin and penetrated his body.

Song Qingxing stiffened, slowly raised his head, and showed a sarcastic look. The opportunity he had been waiting for was at this moment!

"Swish"

He used all the strength of this broken body to swing the broken sword in his hand, actually intending to exchange his life for injury.

"Chong"

But unfortunately, the sword was still blocked, and the remaining sword body shattered inch by inch, leaving only the hilt.

There was a hint of unwillingness in Song Qingxing's eyes. He felt that his head was getting dizzy and his eyes were getting blurry. Even the aloof man in front of him had a double image.

Clenching his teeth tightly, as his consciousness was dying, Song Qingxing used the most helpless and ridiculous move in his life.

He used his last bit of strength to smash the hilt of the sword into the aloof man's face.

"Snapped"

Seeing the red mark on the other party's face, Song Qingxing's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule, and then he fell straight down, his consciousness returning to chaos.

The aloof man was stunned. He did not expect that even at this point, the opponent still did not give up the attack.

"So... stubborn..."

A trace of relief suddenly appeared on his face. Seeing Song Qingxing's scarred body turn into faint spots of light, he suddenly stretched out his finger and fired out a white beam.

Watching the light dissipate, the arrogant man stood with his hands behind his back and said secretly: "Since you are unwilling to inherit my mantle, then I will give you another destiny..."

"puff"

In the Forest of Sword Steles, Song Qingxing opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, with a strange flush appearing on his face.

Although it was only his consciousness that was killed, the damage to him was no less than being stabbed in reality. It didn't take more than three or five days for this injury to heal well.

Reaching out his hand and lightly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Song Qingxing did not miss the loss of peerless inheritance at all, but was thinking about why his last sword failed.

Soon he frowned deeply, not because he had an answer, but because he found something extra in his dantian.

"Is this... a sword fetus?"

Before a monk can break through the foundation building, he needs to gather the Dao Foundation, and the Dao Foundation is the ultimate pursuit of most monks.

But as a sword cultivator, Song Qingxing has a different pursuit. What he wants to condense is not the foundation of the great avenue, but the sword embryo.

The sword embryo is the birthplace of the sword's intention. However, any monk who successfully condenses the sword's embryo will be able to comprehend the sword's intention and find his own path when he breaks through the foundation.

This is the common pursuit of all sword cultivators. Unfortunately, sword fetuses are rare. The Tianjian Sect has been a sect for thousands of years, and no more than three people have successfully condensed the sword fetuses. This can be seen from this.

Logically speaking, Song Qingxing should feel happy after successfully condensing the sword fetus, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart. He had only broken through to the Great Perfection of Qi Training not long ago. Logically speaking, even if he could condense the sword fetus, at least It also takes three to five years to be possible.

At this time, he suddenly thought that after his "consciousness" died, a white light flashed past and penetrated into his Dantian. Could it be that the sword embryo was condensed at that time?

Song Qingxing was not a fool, and he quickly guessed the truth of the matter.

"[Sword Master Wushang], I remember it." Song Qingxing looked at the sword monument and clenched his fists tightly.

He had already understood who he was facing from the very beginning of the trial. He was known as the best swordsman in history.

It is even clearer that this sword master hid all his life's knowledge in the sword monument before his ascension. As long as you pass his test, you can inherit his mantle.

But he didn't take that inheritance seriously from the beginning, even if it was a height that he would never reach in his lifetime. Therefore, when the other party proposed to accept him as a registered disciple, he still gave a decisive blow.

He came to study this sword monument, not to inherit someone else's swordsmanship, but to learn from each other's strengths and perfect his own swordsmanship.

Facing the trial of [Wu Shang Sword Master], he also participated with the idea of ​​​​honing his own sword skills.

But he didn't expect that the other party would give him such a great opportunity, which made him a little at a loss.

After being silent for a while in front of the sword stele, he looked around and did not find Song Changsheng. However, he saw Song Qingxi closing his eyes in front of a stone stele and meditating.

After thinking about it, he also came to the stone tablet and began to meditate...

At this moment, Song Changsheng, who was still in the quiet room, didn't know that Song Qingxing had made a completely different choice from him when faced with the temptation of peerless inheritance.

Now he is immersed in Taoism and unable to extricate himself.

One day and one night passed, Xiao Lingyun was woken up twice by hunger, but Song Changsheng still had no intention of waking up.

Little Lingyun, who was so hungry that his head was dizzy, finally had no choice but to suck his thumb and fall asleep with tears in his eyes.

The next morning, Song Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light.

What he realized this time was a strange secret technique that could identify the qualifications of others.

Different people have different opinions on a person's qualifications.

Some people use spiritual roots as the basis for judgment.

Some people use understanding as the basis for judgment.

Some people also judge based on aspects such as character or perseverance.

I can't say who is right or wrong, I can only say that each has his or her own emphasis.

The secret technique mastered by Song Changsheng cannot be perfect, but it is the most fair at present.

If all uncontrollable factors are discarded, what can be identified using this secret technique can be said to be the most accurate.

Of course, life does not follow a script. A monk will face many uncontrollable factors in his life, which no one can predict in advance.

Therefore, this technique can only be used as a reference.

But even so, its value still cannot be denied!

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(End of this chapter)