Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 262 Returning home from youth punishment, the bronze mirror of childhood

The group walked the entire journey in silence.

Song Changxuan, who had already received the news a long time ago, came out and looked at Song Qingxing's young face. He was filled with emotion for a moment. It was like the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead, and the waves in front were beaten to death on the beach.

He was already young enough, but he was beaten down by Song Changsheng, his younger brother from the same generation, and then had his anus fucked by his younger brother Song Changsheng, which made him very tired.

Feeling tired and tired, Song Changxuan was full of curiosity about this junior from the same sect, and his slender eyes kept looking at him up and down.

Speaking of which, this is the first time the two have met. After all, Song Changxuan has been guarding the mortal world in the past few years, and Song Qingxing has just been beheaded.

As an elder and a monk of the same rank, he would naturally not be the first to say hello. Song Qingxi knew this and quickly pulled Song Qingxing's clothes and said: "This is Uncle Changxuan, the sixth elder of the family, guarding the mortal world."

Song Qingxing was stunned when he heard this. He bowed his hands slightly and called him clan uncle.

His gesture of saluting was a little awkward and his tone was a little harsh, but those who knew Song Qingxing's past knew that this was already very rare. Before, he might not have even bothered to say anything.

Song Changxuan himself was a person who didn't pay attention to family rules, so he didn't care about this, and said with a smile: "The family's manpower is really abundant, it's just to measure the spiritual roots, but I actually sent you here in person.

There are quite a few school-age children this year, and it won’t happen overnight. It’s getting dark today. How about you come all the way to my mansion to take a break and let me do my best as a landlord? "

Song Qingxing frowned when he heard this, and subconsciously wanted to refuse. Firstly, he never liked crowded occasions, and secondly, he was only visiting in name, and he still had his own things to do.

Fortunately, Song Qingxi caught him in time. Although she was two years younger than Song Qingxing, she had a smart mind and it was no exaggeration to say that she could outshine him in terms of human relations and sophistication.

After all, Song Qingxing is a clan member. As long as he doesn't leave the clan, he won't be able to be a lone ranger. He will inevitably have to deal with the clan members. Even if he is not used to it, he will have to slowly learn to adapt.

Song Qingxing has been away from home for too long these years. It didn't matter before, but now as the family elder, he must integrate as soon as possible.

A group of people followed Song Changxuan to the guard house. At this time in the past, his wives, concubines and maids would have pounced on them long ago.

But after all, there were juniors present today. Song Changxuan was rare for a serious moment. After arranging accommodation for a few people, he ordered people to go down and prepare food.

At the banquet, in addition to Song Qingxing, Song Changxuan and others, there were also deacons from the family stationed here. Since they were all monks of the same clan, everyone was more relaxed, and the atmosphere was very lively as the glasses were exchanged.

Only Song Qingxing felt like there were ants crawling all over his body and he felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, his stern face said "Keep strangers away" written all over his face. Except for Song Qingxi and Song Changxuan, no one consciously came forward to disturb him, otherwise he might have been even more uncomfortable.

Song Changxuan, who was sitting at the top, smiled slightly when he saw this. He is indeed a genius, but he still lacks some experience in some places. I hope he can slowly adapt to it in the future. In this world, there are some things that you have to do even if you don't like them. Try to make contact.

The Song family was able to come from scratch and stand in Lingzhou for hundreds of years. It never relied on the strength of any one person. Some people showed their power, while others immersed themselves in deep cultivation, division of labor and cooperation, it was nothing more than that.

If they want to survive in this cruel world, the people of the Song clan need to be firmly united as one, and they will not be able to survive long if they are stubborn and independent.

Song Changxuan sincerely hoped that Song Qingxing could understand this truth earlier.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Changkang and Song Changyuan, with the assistance of the governor's office, began to test the spiritual roots of school-age children in the city. However, Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi, who were the leaders, had already arrived in another county.

The Song family currently has nearly 700,000 ordinary people, evenly distributed in seven cities. Because of their regular distribution, the cities are named after the Big Dipper.

Song Changxuan's garrison is located in Tianshu City, and they are now in Kaiyang City, Song Qingxing's hometown.

After twelve years, when he set foot on this familiar land again, Song Qingxing's mood finally fluctuated.

His footsteps as a child have traveled to almost every corner of Kaiyang City, and his memories are still extremely clear to this day.

This city seems to be the same as before, but it seems completely different.

Following the memories in their minds, the two came to the place where Song Qingxing used to live. Looking at the area that had expanded several times and the vermilion door, Song Qingxing wondered for a moment whether he had remembered the wrong direction.

"Is this your home in the mortal world?" Song Qingxi looked around curiously. She had always been curious about the place where Song Qingxing lived as a child.

"It seems... not." Song Qingxing hesitated.

In the mortal world, they are all members of their own family, so the Song family will not treat them badly, so the life of mortals is still very good.

But wherever there are people, there are classes. In the secular world, spiritual roots are the most valuable. If a monk comes out of a family, it is a very honorable thing, and the status will rise sharply.

Song Qingxing's family had not had a monk for several generations. Although he had no worries about food and clothing, he was not wealthy either. The luxurious courtyard in front of him was far from the "home" in his memory.

Song Qingxi quickly understood what Song Qingxing was thinking, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle: "You are the seed of the Zifu family, can the family still treat your family badly these years?
It’s been more than ten years, isn’t it normal to see some differences? "

With that said, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Not long after, I heard a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Soon, the heavy vermilion door creaked open, and the person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes.

Song Yuan looked at the girl with extraordinary temperament in front of him, and after confirming that she was not a girl from a nearby house, he said with some confusion: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Brother."

Before Song Qingxi could answer, Song Qingxing silently stepped forward and shouted out these two familiar yet unfamiliar words.

Song Yuan's body trembled when he heard this. Looking at the face that was seventy percent similar to the one in his memory, he couldn't help but rub his eyes. After realizing that it was not his hallucination, he suddenly became excited.

"Are you... my younger brother?" Song Yuan felt his throat was a little choked.

Looking at his brother who was nearly forty years old, Song Qingxing's usually stiff heart gradually softened at this moment.

Song Qingxing was born late. His parents were almost forty years old when he was born. Due to physical reasons, they died within three years of each other, leaving only four brothers and sisters.

Among the four, only Song Yuan was an adult, and the others were still young. He had to act as both a father and a mother to raise his younger siblings. Song Qingxing is the youngest but the most sensible one, but he has never been close to his brothers and sisters. This way of going his own way makes Song Yuan worry a lot.

Song Qingxing didn't appreciate it in the past, but now he is no longer the "him" he was before. Thinking of his brother's past efforts, Song Qingxing felt his eyes heat up inexplicably.

"I am back."

These simple words made Song Yuan inexplicably excited. He had been waiting for these words for twelve years.

He turned his back and hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. He turned around with a smile on his face. He grabbed Song Qingxing's arm tightly and said, "Come on, don't stand at the door. Let's go in." say."

After saying that, he pulled Song Qingxing and walked in.

On the contrary, Song Qingxi, who knocked on the door at the beginning, was subconsciously ignored by Song Yuan. Song Qingxi put her hands on her hips and snorted softly at the backs of the two of them. However, there was no dissatisfaction in her heart. Instead, she was filled with joy and quickly followed up.

"The family has changed a lot. This courtyard was built by the family ten years ago. The clan elder said it was because you were determined to have a good talent."

"But I didn't let them touch that tree. It was planted by your father himself the year you were born. Twenty years later, you will definitely not recognize it."

"That's your second sister's room over there. She got married not long after you left. She belongs to the second pillar of Tianji City. He treats your second sister well. The eldest son of the family has reached the age of measuring spiritual roots."

"That's your third sister's room. She got married five years ago and was married in the north of the city. You don't know that family, but they are well off. But they don't have any children yet. If it weren't for you, your third sister's life would probably be worse. It’s not easy.”

"This is the room reserved for you. All your things were kept intact in it. Except for cleaning, no one has gone in these years, so they have been well preserved."

Song Yuan took Song Qingxing's arm and kept talking like an old man. Although he was talking about trivial matters, Song Qingxing did not feel bored at all. Instead, he felt warm and guilty.

Although the immortals and mortals are different and live in two places, the family has never restricted the exchanges between the two parties. The family monks can visit home once a year until they reach adulthood.

After adulthood, as long as there is no mission, you can visit from time to time, but you cannot stay for a long time.

But since setting foot on Cangmang Peak, this is the first time Song Qingxing has returned to the mortal world. Looking at his elder brother's temples that already have some white spots, Song Qingxing feels guilty for the first time.

At this time, two teenagers suddenly rushed out from around the corner. They were similar in age and similar in appearance. They should be twins.

The two teenagers were laughing and playing all the way, obviously not noticing Song Qingxing and others. One of them bumped into Song Qingxing's arms and fell to the ground with an "ouch".

The young man rubbed his head, his eyes showing confusion. Did he remember that there were no walls here?

The other boy had already noticed the presence of several people at this moment, and quickly stood aside in a polite manner, looking at his nose, nose and heart, as if he had not seen his brothers on the ground.

Song Yuan's thoughts were interrupted by this sudden scene. He frowned at the two of them and said calmly: "Look at what you look like."

The majesty of their father penetrated deeply into their hearts, and the two teenagers suddenly trembled and stood dejectedly, not daring to speak. They just looked at Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi from the corner of their eyes.

Of course, the most important thing is to look at Song Qingxi. After all, her outstanding appearance and temperament are hard to ignore.

Song Yuan snorted, then looked at Song Qingxing apologetically and said: "These are your two nephews who are not living up to expectations, the one on the left is the second child, and the one on the right is the third child.

You know, the boss, he has no fortune, but he is more stable. He has already separated his family, and his wife is pregnant, so he is married and has a career.

But these two are not as stable as the elder brother at all. They walk around with hawks and dogs all day long, causing trouble and causing trouble. Sooner or later, the elder brother will be angered to death by these two unfilial sons. "

After scolding him, he turned his attention to the two young men and said coldly: "Tang'er, Jun'er, why don't you come over and pay your respects to your uncle."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Song Tang and Song Jun, who were originally dejected, suddenly lit up. They naturally knew that they had an uncle. They had heard their father talk about him since they were young, and he was a high-ranking "immortal".

"Uncle." The two people quickly stepped forward and saluted, looking at Song Qingxing with eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Only then did Song Yuan notice Song Qingxi who had been following him. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment and didn't know what to call the two unlucky children.

Song Qingxi smiled slightly, raised her skirt and saluted, "Qingxi has met my brother."

Song Yuan suddenly understood and quickly taught the two teenagers how to salute.

After this confusion, Song Yuan's nagging heart calmed down, and he brought a few people to the lobby. After they sat down, they remembered to ask Song Qingxing: "My brother, what is the purpose of your coming here this time?"

He knew his brother too well, and he would definitely not come back if nothing happened.

"My family ordered me to come and preside over the Immortal Ascension Conference." Song Qingxing glanced at the two nephews who kept making little moves and said.

"The family asked you to preside over it?" Song Yuan was a little excited when he heard this. This job is not something that ordinary people can take on. Does it mean that his younger brother already has such an important role in the family?
In order to prevent a series of problems such as comparison, the family stipulates that anyone who returns home to visit relatives is strictly prohibited from revealing family information or showing his cultivation. Therefore, Song Yuan does not know Song Qingxing's current identity and only thinks that he is Got the attention of a certain big shot.

This was enough to make Song Yuan excited. After all, what he had been most worried about these years was his taciturn younger brother. Now that he saw that he had a bright future, he felt relieved.

"Brother, is that bronze mirror I had back then still there?" Song Qingxing did have something to do here. It was also because of this that he originally proposed to Song Xianyun to guard the mortal world.

"Bronze mirror?" Song Yuan frowned and thought for a while after hearing this, and then suddenly said: "You mean the bronze mirror that your mother gave you back then? Yes, I will put it in your closet after you leave. Inside the drawer.

It had been sitting there for all these years, and no one had touched it.

Speaking of which, your second sister and third sister were angry for a long time because of that mirror. They both said that your mother was partial and gave the mirror to you instead of them. The third sister even mentioned this when she got married.

It's been so many years, hey, why did you suddenly think of this? "

Song Yuan looked at Song Qingxing with some doubts.

Song Qingxing did not answer, but a coldness appeared in his black and white eyes unconsciously!
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(End of this chapter)