Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 263: Psychic Treasure, Allied Expedition

Song Qingxing's strangeness was only momentary, but the coldness he showed still made Song Yuan and others feel chills running down their spines.

"Brother, let me go and take a look."

Seeing him leaving the table, Song Yuan and Song Qingxi were too smart to follow him. Brothers Song Tang and Song Jun wanted to go, but as soon as they made a move, they were strangled in the cradle by their father's cold eyes.

"squeak"

The red-painted door was gently pushed open by Song Qingxing, and a long-lost feeling came to his heart. The furnishings in the room were the same as when he left home.

The room was very clean, and the things in the room didn't feel rotten. It seemed like someone was cleaning it frequently.

Although it was his first time coming in, every corner of the room was extremely familiar to him.

When he came to the closet, there were several sets of clothes neatly stacked inside, all of which he wore when he was a child. They were all black.

His fingers lightly traced across it, and the slightly rough touch made Song Qingxing feel a little dazed. These were all made for him by his mother stitch by stitch...

He didn't feel the deep love contained in it before, but now that he saw it again, he felt a lot in his heart.

It’s just that the past has gone, and everything can only remain in the depths of memory.

Opening the drawer below, a bronze mirror covered with patina came into Song Qingxing's eyes.

The bronze mirror is about a foot long. The upper part is an oval mirror. The middle part seems to have been hit by a blunt object and is full of cracks.

There is a strange vertical pupil engraved on the back of the mirror, which is quite breathtaking when you look at it.

Song Qingxing's eyes narrowed slightly. The main purpose of his return today was to find this bronze mirror.

This mirror was accidentally obtained by her mother when she was pregnant with him. There was nothing special about it at the time, so Song's mother just gave it to Song Qingxing as an ordinary gadget.

At that time, he often held the mirror in his hands and played with it. Gradually, he discovered some strange things about the mirror, but he was still young and had not yet entered the path, so he did not care about it.

Later, after he detected his spiritual root and was brought to Cangmang Peak, he was immersed in cultivation all day long, and gradually forgot about it. It was not until the day when he broke through the foundation building that this long-lasting memory was finally awakened.

He was imbued with demonic energy at birth, causing his personality to become distorted.

Demonic energy will not be generated out of thin air. Kaiyang City is under the protection of the Song family's formation and is highly sensitive to demonic energy and demonic energy. If a demonic cultivator sneaks in, the guarding monks will definitely be able to detect it.

After ruling out the possibility of demonic cultivators causing trouble, the only explanation is demonic items.

After that day, Song Qingxing thought about it and finally set his sights on this bronze mirror.

He had never practiced before, so he didn't feel deeply, but now, he could clearly sense the power in the bronze mirror. If he had only doubts before, now he was completely sure that the bronze mirror was the culprit.

Song Qingxing looked at the bronze mirror with a cold look on his face and said: "I know you are here, get out."

The bronze mirror remained unmoved.

This was within his expectation. His fingers gently brushed the storage bag, and the [Markless Sword] suddenly appeared in his hand.

The origin of the [Markless Sword] is a bit mysterious and has not been understood until now, but Song Qingxing found that it seemed to have great restraint on monsters. If it hadn't turned the tide before, Song Qingxing might have really sunk.

Before, he was worried that the sword energy contained in it would hurt his family, so he put it in the storage bag. Now when he took it out, the bronze mirror suddenly began to tremble slightly, and Song Qingxing could clearly feel the fear emanating from it.

Song Qingxing held the sword in his arms and said coldly: "If you don't come out again, you will bear the consequences."

"No, no, no."

A wisp of black energy surged out from the vertical pupil behind the bronze mirror, forming a hazy human face in the air. It looked at the long sword in Song Qingxing's arms with some fear, and said hurriedly: "What happened back then was just a matter of time." It was an accident, I didn’t mean it, I’ve been here all these years and I didn’t harm anyone.”

As he spoke, he actually revealed a sense of grievance.

Song Qingxing understood that what he said was true. When he first entered the door, he secretly used his spiritual consciousness to check Song Yuan, Song Tang, and Song Jun. He found nothing wrong with his behavior. There were no abnormalities, which meant that they were all normal and had not been invaded by demonic energy.

This was also the reason why he did not destroy the bronze mirror directly.

"Who are you, where are you from, and what are your intentions?"

Song Qingxing sat down on the low stool next to him, staring calmly at the faces floating in the air. He had already placed restrictions on this place before entering the door. He was already a turtle in the urn, and he had plenty of time to slowly figure out what was in his heart. doubt.

It has to be said that since the "devil nature" was removed from the soul, Song Qingxing's patience has also increased exponentially. In the past, he would definitely not waste time here.

The human face made of black mist glanced at [Wuhenjian] with some flinching. After weighing his own weight, he answered honestly: "My name is Wujie, and I am the weapon spirit of this treasure."

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingxing's eyes suddenly burst into light.

As a magical weapon, the second-level birth spirit is the spiritual weapon, the spiritual weapon is the magic weapon, and above the magic weapon is the psychic treasure, also known as the spiritual treasure. The spiritual wisdom of the weapon spirit tends to mature and is no different from that of an adult. .

But even so, the weapon spirit is still extremely fragile and can only be parasitic in the main body.

Only by taking one step further and reaching the level of the Law Spiritual Treasure can the weapon spirit be able to take form and act independently from the main body.

Could it be that this humble bronze mirror is actually a magical treasure of law?
This idea was killed by Song Qingxing as soon as it came up. The law spirit treasure is rare in the world, and it is enough to suppress the luck of a big force. If it is really a treasure of that level, the entire Kaiyang City will be destroyed if it releases even a little breath. How could Yu Yiyi stay here so safely and cooperate with him so well?

"nonsense!"

Song Qingxing's sword eyebrows stood up, and he released a sharp sword energy, leaving deep sword marks on the wall.

The face in the air suddenly trembled with fear, and said quickly: "What I said is the truth, it is all the truth. I am indeed a weapon spirit, but it is just different from ordinary weapon spirits."

Seeing Wu Jie's boneless appearance, Song Qingxing frowned slightly, is this guy really a magic weapon?

Wujie was afraid that he would not believe it, so he quickly said: "I was originally a human monk, and my cultivation reached the realm of golden elixir. Unfortunately, I died in the battle, and only my soul escaped.

Because my soul is naturally gifted, it was eventually captured by a True Lord and refined into a spiritual treasure, thus becoming a weapon spirit. Although I am not a law spiritual treasure, I can still take form outside.

Later, the true king was defeated by a demon cultivator. During the battle, my body was severely injured. I was also invaded by demonic energy and swallowed by a space crack.

I wandered in the endless void for who knows how many years. My strength was exhausted and I fell into a deep sleep. When I regained consciousness, I was already here.

Over the years, I have been extracting the spiritual energy from the underground spiritual veins to restore my strength. I am just afraid that my whereabouts will be exposed, so I can only extract a little bit at a time, so I have only recovered a little bit now. "

Wu Jie's words were sincere and very fast. Judging from Song Qingxing's intuition, they were not lies, but they may not be completely true.

Song Qingxing's mood was a little ups and downs. This bronze mirror was actually a psychic treasure. This was a treasure that even Jindan Master might not possess. Even if it suffered heavy damage, as long as the spirit of the artifact was not destroyed, its value would still be inestimable.

To use a common metaphor, even if the entire Song family was packed up and sold, they wouldn't be able to get it back. What's even more valuable is that the spirit of this weapon was actually a golden elixir monk during his lifetime.

Although Wu Jie acted very spineless and had nothing to do with Jin Dan, Song Qingxing had never doubted this.

Because not everyone's soul can be regarded as a weapon spirit, the cultivation level must be at least a golden elixir.

Although his cultivation is not there now, it still cannot be underestimated.

Taking a deep breath to calm down his turbulent heart, Song Qingxing said coldly: "You were afraid of being exposed, so you shouldn't have taken action against me in the first place."

Wujie smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't want to either, but it was really an accident.

I was invaded by demonic energy and penetrated deep inside. Although I tried my best to restrain myself, the demonic energy still emitted outwards. This demonic energy was very weak, and even a mortal could resist it.

But when a woman gave birth, her vitality and resistance were greatly reduced, and she happened to put me next to her, causing the evil spirit to take advantage of the situation.

It's just that I still don't understand why the demonic energy is wrapped around you and not your mother. "

If according to what he said, then this matter is really an accident.

Song Qingxing narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing for a while.

He was not sure whether what this guy said was true, but it was true that he had not harmed anyone in recent years.

After thinking for a while, he did not hesitate on this issue. He placed the [Markless Sword] horizontally on his knees and said, "Do you know this sword?"

He could feel that Wu Jie was afraid of this sword, but there seemed to be a trace of joy hidden behind that fearful emotion. Such a contradictory scene naturally attracted his attention.

Wu Jie shook his head when he heard this and said: "I don't know it, but I can feel that this is a magic weapon. On the surface it looks like a second-level low-grade weapon, but in reality there may be some discrepancies."

Then he said slightly excitedly: "I can feel that the demonic energy in your body has been eliminated. If nothing else happens, it should be related to this sword, right?

Please, get rid of the demonic energy in my body. As long as you help me, I can give you all the mental skills, magical powers, and secret techniques! "

"So that's the reason." Song Qingxing suddenly understood.

It has to be said that Wujie's bargaining chip is still very attractive. In his previous life, he was a real Jindan, and the value of any of the magical powers and secrets he has mastered is inestimable.

For a moment, Song Qingxing was a little hard to make a decision.

The image of Song Changsheng emerged in his mind involuntarily. What would he choose if he faced this kind of problem?
Soon, he already had the answer in his mind.

He looked directly at Wu Jie and said, "I can try."

Before Wujie could get excited, he continued: "Although you did it unintentionally, it is true that I almost became a demon. Your bargaining chip... is not enough."

Wujie's expression froze and he quickly said: "Then whatever you want, as long as I have it, I can give it to you."

"I want you!" Song Qingxing said firmly.

"What?" Wu Jie's voice changed at this moment.

"I, want, you!" Song Qingxing said every word with firmness.

"This is impossible. You are a little foundation-building monk. There is no way I can recognize you as my master. You should give up on this idea." Wu Jie roared angrily.

In his opinion, this was simply an insult to him. A majestic spiritual treasure, even a severely damaged spiritual treasure, was not something that a mere foundation-building monk could peep into.

Song Qingxing's expression was as calm as water, and he slowly stood up and said, "Do you think you have any other choice now? Either die or surrender!"

"You can kill but not humiliate!" Wu Jie shouted angrily.

"If that's the case, you won't be willing to be a weapon spirit anymore." A sneer appeared on Song Qingxing's face, and he ruthlessly tore off the fig leaf on his face.

Becoming a weapon spirit, although one has a lifespan that far exceeds that of ordinary people, it also loses freedom and the power of reincarnation. For anyone, this is a great shame and humiliation.

If Wujie really wasn't afraid of death and couldn't bear the humiliation, he should have self-destructed his soul when he was captured instead of making an impassioned speech here.

"Chong"

[Markless Sword] slowly unsheathed.

Song Qingxing pointed his sword at Wujie and said sternly: "Submit to me, and I will do my best to help you recover. Otherwise, die!"

This is the final announcement.

Looking at the sword blade dodging the cold light, Wu Jie's psychological defense finally collapsed. Song Qingxing was right. If he had had the courage to face death, he would not have lingered until now.

In the past, he could indeed despise Song Qingxing, because he could destroy the foundation-building monks with a snap of his fingers.

But now, his strength is not as good as that of a stronger Qi Practitioner, and he is not qualified to fight with Song Qing at all!
Of course, he could also choose to die together and let the entire Kaiyang City be buried with him.

But again, he was afraid of death, let alone wanted to die.

If he died now, he would not even have the chance to be reincarnated.

Looking at the murderous Song Qingxing, Wu Jie said in a harsh voice: "I am willing to surrender..."

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After several days of long journey, Song Changsheng and his party finally returned to Luoxia City. With the gathering of disciples from various major forces, Luoxia City was many times more lively than before.

"According to the agreement between Master and several real people, the first batch of coalition forces in Daqi Cultivation World will be formed within ten days to conquer the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Looking at the flying boats that took off and landed frequently, Zhuang Yuechan said suddenly.

Song Changsheng suddenly felt a little emotional. After how many years, the offense and defense have finally changed. How many people can understand the hardships involved?
But Zhuang Yuechan's mood seemed a little low.

Sensing his concerned gaze, Zhuang Yuechan said with worry: "Master intends to expand the territory of Bianzhou. I, Luoxia City, will also be one of the main forces in this battle, and my uncle and senior brother will also step onto the battlefield."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

In a war, there are no immortals. Especially in such a large-scale war, it is extremely dangerous. Even Jindan Zhenren may not be able to escape unscathed.

His eyes fell on Zhuang Yuechan. Yin Shang and Niu Dazhuang were about to enter Shiwan Mountain, so she...

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(End of this chapter)