Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

On the one-foot-square map, there is a line of small words written in the lower right corner.

"If you want [Dragon Scale], go to Tiancheng Valley."

"There are dragon scales in Tiancheng Valley?" Song Changsheng was overjoyed. After searching for so long, he finally got the news.

But then he frowned and fell into deep thought: "It's just... where is the valley today, and why are there [Dragon Scales]?
Forget it, go ask Brother Xu. "

Xu Yunhe's cave is arranged next door to his. These days, like Song Changsheng, he has been practicing in seclusion. After all, there are not many opportunities to go to Tianyin Mountain.

He was obviously a little surprised by Song Changsheng's arrival: "Brother Song, it's so late, what are you doing?"

"Brother Xu has been practicing in the Hundred Thousand Mountains all year round. Have you ever heard of where the valley is today?" Song Changsheng handed Xu Yunhe the map Bai Zhengchun gave him.

Xu Yunhe took it and observed it carefully for a while. The map was very detailed, but the section of Luoxia City was missing.

After a long time, Xu Yunhe sighed and said: "I really don't recognize this place, but my footsteps have been all over the outside of Shiwanda Mountain in these years. If this place is really within Shiwandashan, I'm afraid it is deep.

Although after the last war, the number of monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains has decreased a lot, it is still full of dangers. Brother Song really wants to go there? "

"Of course, [Dragon Scale] is related to a skill I practice. I have been looking for it for a long time. Now that I finally have the news, I must go there."

"In this case, Brother Song should find an opportunity to ask fellow Taoist Zhuang and the others. They will definitely have records in this regard. Let's go together then."

"Brother Xu, I plan to invite you to go with me even if you don't tell me. I don't have much experience in the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Song Changsheng smiled.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why Bai Zhengchun had given him a map, and why he still left such a problem for himself.

He didn't think Bai Zhengchun's behavior was meaningless.

"The ideas of big men are really elusive."

Song Changsheng looked out the window. The night sky was filled with stars. It was obviously not appropriate to go to Zhuang Yuechan now.

"Let's go tomorrow."

After returning from Xu Yunhe, Song Changsheng sat cross-legged next to the turtle eggs and practiced as usual. The energy of the moonlight entered his Baihui acupoint from the traction circle he had arranged in advance, and his whole body radiated a hazy light from the inside out.

But what Song Changsheng didn't notice was that the turtle egg next to him shook slightly...

The next morning, Song Changsheng brought the map to Zhuang Yuechan's courtyard.

But to his regret, Zhuang Yuechan put on the veil again.

Ever since he saw Zhuang Yuechan's true appearance, he didn't like the veil no matter how he looked at it.

"Fellow Daoist Song, is there anything wrong with Yuechan's outfit today?" Seeing Song Changsheng staring at her, Zhuang Yuechan couldn't help but feel a little hot as she thought about what happened yesterday.

"No, no, I came to see fellow Taoist Zhuang today to ask if he knew the location on this map."

Looking at the map handed over by Song Changsheng, Zhuang Yuechan frowned slightly. She had seen this map a few days ago, but the one she saw was far more complete than this one.

"Fellow Daoist Song, Tiancheng Valley is located deep in the Shiwan Mountains, close to the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains. The location is very remote. However, in the previous battle, several real people chased the Black Dragon Demon King and cut off a piece of his flesh here.

This piece of flesh and blood fell into the Tiansheng Valley. Theoretically speaking, if fellow Taoists want to find [Dragon Scales], this is indeed an excellent place to go.

If we can't find it here, we may have to go to the Black Dragon Demon King's lair. "Zhuang Yuechan said truthfully.

"The flesh and blood of the Black Dragon Demon King, even the cultivators of the Zi Mansion can't help but feel excited. It's been so long since that battle, and this flesh and blood..." Song Changsheng frowned slightly. After such a long time, I'm afraid there won't be any hair left, right?
Zhuang Yuechan smiled brightly and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are worrying too much. Only a few real people know the news about the demon king's flesh and blood there, but none of them are interested in it.

Moreover, Tiancheng Valley is located in a remote area, thousands of feet deep, and is shrouded in fog all year round. Generally, few people go there, so fellow Taoists do not have to worry about someone getting there first. "

"I see, then please ask fellow Taoist to draw a sketch for me, and I will go there someday." Song Changsheng was overjoyed. He had worked hard for this [Dragon Scale], but now he finally saw a glimmer of light.

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains are vast and boundless. If you draw them on the map, the difference will be thousands of miles away. So, I will go with you. The elders of my sect have taken me to that area for experience."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng hesitated a little. Although the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, the depths were still dangerous. If something unexpected happened, Zhan Tianxia and the others would not kill themselves?

Perhaps sensing Song Changsheng's concerns, Zhuang Yuechan smiled and said, "Did Fellow Taoist Song regard Yuechan as a greenhouse flower?
I have been going down the mountain to practice since I was fifteen years old. I have been to Shiwanda Mountain many times and faced the beast tide. Although my cultivation is not as good as that of my Taoist friends, I can protect myself, so I don't need to worry too much.

Besides, if she can't even bear this risk, how can Yuechan protect this huge Luoxia City in the future? "

Although Zhuang Yuechan is only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, she can still win against ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment monks. If coupled with the treasures given by the elders of the sect, even the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monks can’t even hope to obtain them from her hands. Cheap.

Under the Zi Mansion, there are really not many people who can do anything to her.

"Song is too worried, so I'll ask fellow Taoist Zhuang to lead the way." Song Changsheng bowed his hands and said.

"We have known each other for nearly ten years. Why do we need to be so polite between you and me? On the contrary, it seems that we are strangers. From now on, how about we call each other by our first names?"

When Song Changsheng heard this, he realized that this was the truth. They had been through life and death several times, and it seemed that they were always "fellow Taoists".

"Okay, Yuechan, then let's get ready and we'll meet up at Chenshi tomorrow."

"it is good."

……

In fact, there wasn't much to prepare. Song Changsheng just went to the music dealer and asked him to help take care of the turtle eggs.

Originally, it was necessary to feed the essence and blood every day, but the monk's essence, blood, hair and other things could not be given to others casually. Even if they were injured and bled during the battle, they would have to be destroyed if there was a chance.

This is not making a fuss out of a molehill, there are countless tricks of cultivation, and if you accidentally fall into the hands of someone with bad intentions, you may get yourself into big trouble.

Although he thought the music dealer was a decent man, things like essence and blood were of great importance, so it was better not to leave it to others. Anyway, he was only out for a few days, so it wouldn't have a big impact if he didn't feed him.

Originally, Yin Shang and Niu Dazhuang planned to go together after learning that he was going to Tiancheng Valley, but Song Changsheng declined their kindness considering that their injuries had not improved yet.

At midnight on the next day, Song Changsheng, Xu Yunhe, and Zhuang Yuechan met at the agreed place. Xu Yunhe said with emotion: "I don't know where Brother Zhu has gone. The four of us haven't been together for a long time."

"I have been inquiring about Daoist Fellow Zhu over the years, but the feedback has not been very good. I guess he may have left Southwest or even Daqi." Zhuang Yuechan shook her head.

With the energy of Luoxia City, no clues have been found for so many years. He is either dead or has left. Other than that, there is no other possibility.

"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. Fatty is not a short-lived person. With his ability, his life will not be too bad anywhere. As long as he is still alive, we will meet again sooner or later. Brother Xu, Yuechan, let's lets go!"

After that, a few people boarded the flying boat and headed towards Shiwan Mountain...

To the east of Da Qi's cultivation world, there is the Yu Kingdom's cultivation world. Its area is only two-thirds of Da Qi's, but the number of powerful people is not inferior at all.

And somewhere in the Yu Kingdom, there is a short spiritual mountain, only a thousand feet high, which is shorter than some of the surrounding barren mountains. If it weren't for the steaming spiritual energy, no one would dare to believe that this is actually a sect. Gate station.

The mountain looks very desolate and barren. At the foot of the mountain stands a simple mountain gate, with the words "Ancient Sword Gate" written on the plaque like an iron painting and a silver hook.

The plaque looks unremarkable, even a little shabby, and you can vaguely see some cobwebs wrapped around the corners, which makes it look chilling no matter how you look at it.

Not to mention comparing with some cultivation sects, even if it is compared to the ordinary world, it is not as good as it is.

A stream of light streaked across the distant sky and finally landed in front of the mountain gate, revealing a slovenly old man with a fair-skinned little fat man under his arm.

The old man threw the little fat man directly on the ground and looked up at the plaque in a daze. It has been almost thirty years and this place is still the same, unchanged at all.

The little fat man got up from the ground with a look of disgust on his face, patted the dirt on his brocade clothes and complained: "Old man, can't you take me flying in a more elegant way?"

Then he looked around for a while. Looking at the shabby appearance, he suddenly frowned and said: "Are you taking me to a place where birds don't shit? How long do we have to go before we get there? It's been a long journey. It’s been more than a year.”

"We've arrived."

"Are we here? Where are we?" The little fat man suddenly became energetic after hearing this.

The old man slapped him on the back of the head and said angrily: "Where are you looking? Look up."

The little fat man rubbed his head and glared at the old man resentfully, then looked in the direction the old man pointed. After seeing the three words "Ancient Sword Sect" clearly, the little fat man was stunned.

After a long time, he turned his head stiffly, stretched out his fat hand, pointed at the old man tremblingly, then pointed at the plaque, and said with trembling lips: "This... this is the famous mountain of the Immortal Family that you mentioned, hidden in the world. Da Zong, the holy land of swordsmanship?"

Hearing this, the old man puffed up his chest and said decisively: "Of course!"

Hearing these words, the little fat man just felt a "click" and something broke in his heart.

Thinking of all the cakes and boasts that the old man had painted for him along the way, the little fat man couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Mo, I really believed your lies. Just this mountain." , it’s not as high as the young master’s peeing, so what kind of immortal family is it?

Look at this place where birds don’t poop, look at this plaque, and look at this Lingshan Mountain full of primitive atmosphere. If you say this place is haunted, I will believe it!

Along the way, you and I boasted wildly, saying how glorious and powerful the Ancient Sword Sect was, and what the tradition was passed down by the Sword Immortal, and that it would be passed on to me in the future.

The results of it!
It’s this damn place. I don’t even want it if you give it to me for free. I won’t accompany you anymore! "

After that, the little fat man angrily slapped the old man on the back of his head and planned to leave with his sword.

In the end, the old man just glanced at him and slapped him to the ground.

Looking at the little fat man lying in the human-shaped pit, the old man shook his head and sighed: "Look at you, you are in a hurry.

Do you know what a hidden sect is? This is called low-key. If it was so high-profile, wouldn't it have been discovered long ago?
This is all a disguise for outsiders to see, pretending to know? "

"Bah, from now on, I won't believe a word you say." The little fat man crawled out of the pit in disgrace and said angrily.

"How could Master lie to you? Think about it, when has Master ever lied to you?"

Hearing this, the little fat man clapped his fingers and sneered: "You said before that you were being chased, so in order not to get involved, I chose to divert the pursuers away.

As a result, young master, I went through all the difficulties to find you in Bianzhou, and you, an old and dishonest person, hugged each other in the brothel, enjoying the popular food and drinking spicy food.

Also, you told me that you were a foundation-building cultivator, but as a result, the foundation-building cultivator had the ability to steal the lifeblood of the Tianjian Sect and still escape unscathed?

I finally found out that there is not a single word of truth in your mouth, you bad old man! "

Counting them out one by one, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, but he still said firmly: "Those were all accidents. This time it is definitely true. Wait, I will call you right now." Senior sister will come down the mountain to pick us up."

The little fat man hugged his arms with a face full of disbelief and said, "Senior sister, this shabby place is just fine if you call a female ghost to come down."

"Is this little brother talking about me?"

The sweet voice came, and the little fat man suddenly felt that all the bones in his body were lighter. Looking back, he saw a charming woman in a fiery red dress, a hairpin on her head, and a white fox fur waistcoat. Come along the winding path on the mountain.

She looked about thirty years old, with a seductive smile on her face and two small dimples.

The seductive red lips, the waves that rise and fall with the steps, the perfect curves, and the looming white under the skirt, all exude a mature charm.

The little fat man's pupils dilated rapidly, and a pig-like smile appeared on his face.

The woman carried a gust of fragrance and came to the little fat man. She stretched out a slender white finger and gently raised the little fat man's chin. She exhaled like a blue breath and said: "Little brother, look at whether my sister is a human or a ghost. "

The little fat man looked at the towering tower close at hand, swallowed dryly, and said with straight eyes: "Sister must be a fairy..."

"Keke, little brother's words are really interesting. If you want to know, then follow your sister up the mountain. My sister will only tell you."

The woman left a string of laughter like silver bells, turned around and walked towards the mountain, leaving only an imaginative back figure.

The little fat man seemed to be possessed and followed him involuntarily.

...(End of chapter)