Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 227 Qing Xing retreats to benefit the clan

The strong wind blew, blowing the plain white mountains.

The entire Cangwu Peak was shrouded in dark clouds.

"Boom..."

"Dong, dong..."

The dull and solemn bells rang out, nine times in a row.

The Song family's children were all dressed in white plain clothes and walked out of the room in silence.

Today is the day when the Song family holds a funeral for the war dead. Everyone in the Song family wears mourning.

They gathered together silently, clustering around the dozens of dark coffins.

For cultivators, all etiquette is simple, even funerals are ordinary. There are no soul flags, no mourning sticks, not even a piece of paper money, only the extremely suppressed cries of relatives.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the Song monks on the mountain gathered together. From a distance, they looked like a white dragon.

A stooped old man staggered to the front of the team. He was the oldest person with the word "immortal" in his family except Song Xianming and Song Xianyun. He was already 130 years old this year.

Among the qi-training monks whose longevity is generally only over a hundred years old, he is considered to have a long life.

Looking at the pure whiteness in front of him, tears filled the old man's eyes. He had experienced this scene many times. For more than a hundred years, he had sent away countless sons and daughters of the Song family, including his two sons.

This time, his grandson was among them. Not even his body was left behind, only a few bones were left in the coffin.

The old man took a deep breath and shouted vigorously: "The time is up -"

"Hold the coffin——"

"boom"

Relatives of the deceased were carrying the coffin at the same time, and Song Changsheng was one of them. He and a girl carried Song Luyao's coffin.

Song Luyao never married and had no descendants. After losing her legs, she adopted a child who had lost her parents from the secular world and was responsible for taking care of her daily life.

"The soul is back——"

Under the leadership of the old man, the group slowly walked towards the family cemetery.

The ancestral mausoleum of the Song family is located on the north side of the mountainside of Cangmang Peak. Over the past five hundred years, it has developed from a lonely tomb into a cemetery where thousands of Song family members rest.

After placing the coffin into the ground, Song Changsheng recited a long eulogy on behalf of the family and led the clan members in worship. The work was not completed until the funeral ceremony.

After everyone dispersed, Song Changsheng first came to the old man who was leading the way, bowed solemnly to the old man and said, "Grandpa Cheng, please forgive me."

Song Xiancheng nodded blankly and said solemnly: "Young Master is worried about me, I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now."

Looking at Song Xiancheng's bleak back, Song Changsheng felt extremely heavy. He had lost two sons and a grandson for the sake of his family.

The greatest tragedy in the world is for a person with white hair to give a gift to a person with black hair.

The rise of a family can never be accomplished by relying on one person alone. The Song family's success today is the result of countless sons and daughters of the Song family who are not afraid of life and death, overcome obstacles and build it with their lives.

A family like Song Xiancheng's is unknown.

Suppressing his thoughts, Song Changsheng came to Song Luyao's tomb. Looking at the words on the monument, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

Song Luyao was famous in the family for being ruthless and selfless, and most of the family members were afraid of her.

But Song Changsheng had nothing to say to her. She even lost her legs in order to find a [Foundation Building Pill] for him.

And now, he has lost this elder.

"Chang Yue, my condolences." Song Changsheng lowered his head and whispered to the girl kneeling in front of the tomb.

Song Changyue's eyes were swollen like peaches. Hearing this, he bowed respectfully and said in a low voice: "Thank you clan brother."

Looking at her appearance, Song Changsheng felt a trace of unbearability in his heart. Song Changyue lost her parents when she was six years old. Now her adoptive mother has also passed away. She is only sixteen years old...

"If you need help in the future, come to me. Although Jiu Gu has passed away, I am still there." Song Changsheng sighed deeply and walked towards another new tomb.

"Thank you so much, brother." Song Changyue bowed down Yingying, already sobbing...

"My condolences, brother."

"Uncle Sixteen, my condolences."

……

Song Changsheng bowed to him one by one, feeling a little numb in the end. The Song family had really lost too much in this battle.

After worshiping one by one, it was already midnight. Song Changsheng walked out of the ancestral mausoleum. He did not choose to go to the General Affairs Hall, but returned to his yard.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the courtyard door suddenly opened. Song Qingxi, who was dressed in plain clothes, threw herself into his arms with red eyes, and cried loudly: "Uncle, Grandpa Eleven is dead, Grandpa Eleven is dead." …”

Song Changsheng's heart trembled. In the years when Song Qingxi first went to Xiaoqingshan, Song Luhuai had been teaching and protecting them. Therefore, the relationship between them was very deep.

Later, due to various reasons, they had not seen each other for several years, but they did not expect to hear the news of Song Luhuai's death as soon as they returned to the family from the mortal world.

Looking at the grieving Song Qingxi, Song Changsheng sighed quietly and could only pat her back gently, speechless for a moment.

After a while, Song Qingxi stopped her emotions and felt a little embarrassed when she saw the wetness on Song Changsheng's chest.

Song Changsheng didn't care about this. After scanning the yard with his spiritual consciousness, he frowned and said, "Where did Qing Xing go?"

His tone was a little dissatisfied. At the funeral just now, he didn't see Song Qingxing. Apart from anything else, Song Luhuai had taught him a favor, so he should go and pay homage due to emotion and reason. As a result, Not even a single figure was seen.

Seemingly hearing Song Changsheng's dissatisfaction, Song Qingxi quickly explained: "He just changed into plain clothes and went out. He should be going to the cemetery."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng's complexion brightened slightly, and it seemed like he was talking about something.

"It's so late. He usually doesn't live in Cangmang Peak. If anything happens, I'll go find him."

After that, Song Changsheng turned back.

At this moment, everyone in the cemetery was gone.

Song Qingxing slowly walked out of the darkness and came to stand in front of Song Luhuai's tomb. His indifferent face still had no other look at all.

He was wearing a rare plain suit, and his hair was meticulously tied back. He stared at the tombstone quietly, motionless.

After a long time, he reached out and slowly pulled out the [Markless Sword]. This was the second time he took out the sword after getting it.

The deacon of the Shenbing Pavilion once said that this sword could not be refined. He sneered at this. As long as it was a magic weapon, it could not be refined. The inability to refine it only meant that he was incompetent. After all, people choose magical weapons, and magical weapons also choose people.

After he got the sword, he refined it in just one night. It was also at that time that the [Markless Sword] was unsheathed for the first time.

The terrifying power of that sword was still fresh in his memory.

Therefore, he does not easily draw his sword, because he believes that using this sword to kill those mediocre people is a kind of stain on it, and he does not easily show it to others, because the sword is not a plaything.

As the long sword was unsheathed, Song Qingxing's aura suddenly changed dramatically, and an invisible force gathered around the sword.

"Swish"

With a flash of sword light, the force of the sword swept across. With Song Qingxing himself as the center, all the weeds within a hundred feet radius were reduced to pieces, but the tombstones and graves were not harmed at all. Such exquisite control was astonishing. .

"This sword is called Jian San. You taught it. I will always remember it."

Song Qingxing sheathed his sword, made a sword salute to Song Luhuai's tombstone, and then turned and left.

Song Changsheng, who had seen all this in the dark, nodded happily. All these years of hard work had not been in vain, and this crooked bamboo shoot finally showed signs of being straightened out.

"It's still humane. Now I can finally feel at ease." Song Changsheng murmured to himself, feeling that the fatigue on his body had lightened a lot.

Song Changsheng returned to the courtyard one step ahead of Song Qingxing. As soon as he entered the room, a plain hand fell on his ear and rotated 180 degrees.

He knew that Xia Yunxue was behind the door, but he didn't know that something like this would happen. He quickly begged for mercy: "Hey, mother, what are you doing? It's going to fall. It's going to fall."

Song Qingxi on the side was also stunned by this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade her: "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"Where did that child come from? Tell me the truth."

With the junior present, Xia Yunxue couldn't help but let go of Song Changsheng's ears, pulled him aside and asked him coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Song Changsheng suddenly realized that it was because of this.

Because he had to participate in the war, he left Song Qingxi and the others in the mortal world. He was busy for the next few days and had no time to pick them up.

It was Song Changxuan who brought them back when he came back to attend the funeral.

Therefore, after attending the funeral, when Xia Yunxue came back, she saw Song Qingxi holding a child in her arms. She immediately blacked out. A teenage girl went out and brought a child back. Who should she care about? I can’t stand it either.

She had thought wrong from the beginning, but she also considered that the little girl was thin-skinned, so she couldn't directly ask which bastard did the good deed, so the scene of entering the door happened.

Pulling his ears was to blame Song Changsheng for his lack of discipline.

After thinking about this, Song Changsheng was really dumbfounded, and quickly explained: "This child was adopted by Hai'er."

He quickly recounted the cause and effect of the incident.

After hearing this, Xia Yunxue realized that she had misunderstood. She looked at Song Changsheng's ears and said distressedly: "Son, my mother wrongly blamed you. Do your ears still hurt?"

"The child is fine." Song Changsheng replied, and then struck while the iron was hot: "Mom, this child is destined to be a child, and now we have no relatives. I want to accept him as my son. What do you think? In this way, you can also You’re holding a grandson, aren’t you?”

I thought Xia Yunxue would not refuse, but she unexpectedly fell silent after listening to it. After a while, she sighed and said, "Don't make hasty decisions when you have a child. There are differences between immortals and mortals. It's okay if this child has spiritual roots." , what if there is no spiritual root?"

Song Changsheng sighed after hearing this and said: "If he has no spiritual roots, naturally he will be sent to the mortal world according to the clan rules. Other people's children can do it, so can my child."

"Now that you have thought about it, there is nothing to say about being a mother. But you must remember that the family has family rules. Although the family allows the adoption of children, you must completely forget everything in the past, and you must marry a woman from the Song family in the future. Enter the genealogy." Xia Yunxue reminded.

"Those memories are painful. Now that the enemy is dead, there is no need for him to carry these heavy memories anymore. I just hope that he can grow up happily." Thinking of Song Lingyun's chubby face, Song Changsheng's face flashed There was a touch of warmth, this child was really destined to him.

"Okay, when the elder wakes up, my mother will go and tell him in person." Since Song Changsheng said this, she felt relieved.

When the two of them walked out of the corner, Song Qingxing had already returned, and he had changed his plain clothes into his usual black robe.

He came straight to Song Changsheng and said, "I want to retreat."

Song Changsheng was stunned when he heard this. He knew about Song Qingxing's condensed sword fetus. He knew that with Song Qingxing's character, he would be ready to break through the foundation soon. But what he didn't expect was that he would be so impatient. .

Song Qingxi on the side also frowned and said displeasedly: "How long have you broken through the Great Perfection of Qi Training? You are already preparing to build the foundation. Besides, you don't even have the [Foundation Building Pill]."

Xia Yunxue also tried to persuade her: "Yes, the second elder is already refining the [Foundation Pill] in seclusion. If you wait, with your talent, the family will definitely give it priority."

"Yes, you are the Zifu seed of the family, and you have priority in foundation building."

Faced with everyone's persuasion, Song Qingxing remained unmoved. He looked at Song Changsheng indifferently and said, "If you can do it, so can I."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help rolling his eyes, this guy really got into trouble with him.

He shook his head and stopped persuading him. He knew this guy's character very well, and even nine cows couldn't bring him back what he had decided.

The next day, Song Qingxing officially began to retreat, and Song Changsheng was not idle either, convening his first clan meeting after temporarily acting as clan leader.

After everyone had arrived, Song Changsheng announced the latest personnel adjustments.

The third elder was taken over by Xia Yunxue, who no longer took charge of the law enforcement hall, but became the elder who passed on the merits and was responsible for handing over the minors in the family.

The fourth elder was succeeded by Song Lutong.

The fifth elder was succeeded by Song Changan, who took charge of the law enforcement hall and rebuilt the family law enforcement team.

The Sixth Elder was taken over by Song Changxuan and temporarily guarded the mortal world.

Song Changsheng took charge of the General Affairs Hall and Fengyu Hall.

This appointment can be said to be satisfactory, but the arrangement for Song Lutong is not appropriate. As the fourth elder of the family, he has no real power.

If it weren't for Song Changsheng's strong character, everyone would doubt whether he did this just to gain power.

Faced with everyone's doubts, Song Changsheng smiled and said nothing. He and Song Lutong were close friends, so how could he deliberately suppress him? The reason why Fengyu Palace was not handed over to him was because he was a reckless man, no. Suitable for delicate work such as gathering intelligence.

There are no arrangements now because he will have another great use in the future.

Song Lutong had a simple idea. If he had errands to do, he would do them. If not, he would practice in seclusion. He didn't have any emotions.

After announcing the personnel appointments and dismissals, Song Changsheng immediately announced a shocking order: "I decided to deploy the [Black Starship] to intervene in the Liuyun battlefield and defeat the remaining demon wolves in one fell swoop."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and Xia Yunxue and Song Changan directly expressed their opposition.

"Young Patriarch, it is really inappropriate for the family to start a war now. Besides, it is more in line with the interests of the family to let Yaolang and Liuyun Sect consume each other." Song Changan stood up and tried to dissuade them.

Song Changsheng smiled when he heard this and said, "I am also doing this to benefit the family."

……

(End of this chapter)