Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The purple energy was like a dragon, coming from all directions, covering the entire spiritual peak with great force.

Standing on the mountainside, Song Changsheng only felt a desolate and vast aura descending from the dome. Looking at the purple air that stretched across the sky, an impulse suddenly sprouted in his heart, an impulse to explore the secrets of heaven and earth. !

After turning on [Breaking Delusion Eyes], strange patterns appeared in his eyes, exuding hazy fluorescence, and he looked straight at the overwhelming purple energy.

With the blessing of the pupil technique, Song Changsheng saw more. Hidden in the purple energy were simple symbols, which seemed to be some kind of writing or a child's graffiti.

Song Changsheng's eyes widened and he tried his best to see those hazy runes clearly, but no matter how much effort he put in, he could still only see a vague outline.

After a while, he felt a slight sting in his eyes, and his eyeballs were trembling irregularly, but he did not give up or stop. Instead, he stared at one of the symbols with wide eyes.

He doesn't ask to see everything clearly, just one is fine, as long as he can see one clearly...

The sting became more and more obvious, and his vision was shrouded in a faint layer of blood. If someone stood in front of him, they would notice that blood was seeping out from the corners of his eyes, flowing on his cheeks, forming a blood streak.

He seemed unaware, still staring blankly into the sky. He didn't know how much time had passed. His eyeballs were completely soaked in blood, but the symbols seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

Suddenly, among the tens of thousands of symbols, one suddenly bloomed with brilliance. Although it was only for a brief moment, Song Changsheng could see the symbol clearly. The strokes of the symbol were not complicated, but he was sure that he had never seen it before.

But for some reason, Song Changsheng knew the meaning of this symbol the moment he saw it. It was the word "Tao"!

"boom--"

There was a roar in Song Changsheng's mind, as if something exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground in front of him. Song Changsheng's mind gradually became trance-like and his body was crumbling. The moment he fell to the ground, the symbols in the sky disappeared...

"Success!"

"The patriarch has arrived at the Purple Mansion!"

As all the purple energy poured into Ruyun Palace, all the Song family members burst out into cheers at this moment, and many elders in the family even hugged each other and cried.

Song Xianyun, who was gradually showing his age, looked at this scene, and his gray beard was trembling slightly with excitement. He took a deep breath and felt something explode in his chest.

One hundred and twenty years, exactly one hundred and twenty years!

The Song family has suffered so much humiliation over the years. Anyone dares to step on them, and everyone wants to step on them. As a result, countless descendants of the Song family have spilled their blood at the foot of the Cangmang Peak.

Song Xianyun clenched his fists, and his slightly rickety back straightened at this moment, and laughed wantonly. Tears filled his eyes as he laughed. He finally saw this day.

Hearty laughter echoed in the mountains, but it was quickly covered up by the enthusiastic voices of others. All the Song family members were cheering for this historic moment!
In such a warm atmosphere, no one noticed that Song Changsheng fell in an inconspicuous corner. The withered yellow leaves fell from the branches, almost covering him up.

"Ugh……"

A slight sigh resounded from the wordless Taoist Scripture in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the shadow of an old man with an immortal spirit slowly walked out of it.

Stepping barefoot on the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness, ripples appeared with every step, and came before Song Changsheng's soul.

At this moment, his soul body was sitting cross-legged on a rock, his eyes were closed tightly, his breath was gray, and his light was dim.

"What an ignorant and fearless silly boy. With such a low level of cultivation, you dare to peek into the way of heaven. I didn't expect that you would actually do it. The way of this world is really getting more and more incomprehensible.

I left this soul projection for my master with the intention of helping you at the critical moment of your breakthrough in the future, but I didn’t expect that the time would come so soon when I had to take action. "

The old man shook his head helplessly. He had done this kind of thing before using [Breaking Eyes] to peek at the way of heaven, but at that time he was already standing at the top of this world, and even so, he almost died.

Song Changsheng is lucky to still have some breath left.

Without external help, it would take Song Changsheng at least dozens or even hundreds of years to digest this fate. However, with his cultivation level, his body would have long since decayed and he could only become a wandering spirit. Wild ghost.

Although it is also a way of cultivation, the old man uses himself to save others and feels that Song Changsheng does not want to go to that point.

"Forget it, my teacher will help you now. How much you can get depends on your luck."

The old man stretched out his withered fingers and tapped Song Changsheng's eyebrows lightly. The spiritual light flickered, and the gray aura on Song Changsheng's soul disappeared immediately.

"My good disciple, you can only walk on your own in the future."

After gently caressing Song Changsheng's head, the old man's body gradually became dim and finally disappeared...

"Master?"

Song Changsheng woke up suddenly, but there was nothing in front of him except falling leaves.

He stood up, pressing his swollen head, and found that the purple energy in the sky had disappeared, but the bursts of cheers in his ears told him that it was successful, and the Song family finally had a Zifu monk again!

The tense string in his heart finally relaxed. He held the stone and came to sit down by the pool. His face covered with blood was reflected in the clear pool water.

Song Changsheng was immediately startled. He quickly picked up the water and washed it thoroughly before he began to think about what happened at that time.

He only remembered seeing the word "Tao", and then something rushed into his sea of ​​​​consciousness, and finally passed out.

During the period of sleep, he seemed to have had a dream. He dreamed of his cheap master Qingtian Sword Immortal. The other party told him a lot in the dream, but what he could remember was very little and it was obscure. Mysterious and difficult to understand.

Based on Song Changsheng's experience, it should be something similar to spiritual enlightenment, but it's just too profound for him to understand yet.

After saying that, the other party disappeared, and then... the dream woke up.

"Master, Master, you can't explain clearly even if you explain it. How can this disciple understand you?" Song Changsheng took some water and washed his face, secretly complaining.

After he finished complaining, he honestly took out a blank jade slip and burned everything he had written down in his "dream" into it.

After he finished carving, he recalled everything he had done before and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

When a monk breaks through the Purple Mansion stage, he needs to open up the middle Dantian, draw in the purple energy of heaven and earth to melt the Purple Mansion, and completely transform all the spiritual power in his body into mana.

This purple energy is the evolution of the rules of heaven. The symbols that Song Changsheng saw are actually the specific manifestations of the rules of heaven.

With his level of cultivation, he could not see things originally, but who allowed him to practice [Breaking Delusion Eyes], giving him the ability to trace back to the source, and see the essence directly through phenomena.

This is a great opportunity that countless powerful monks will never get in their lifetime! But the way of heaven can't peep at it at will, so Song Changsheng was in tragedy, wandering around under the eyes of the King of Hell.

Song Changsheng, who has come back to his senses, has not yet realized what an incredible opportunity he has received, but he also understands that some things cannot be looked at randomly. Curiosity killed the cat, and he must take warning from now on. .

Song Changsheng did not participate in the carnival of the tribesmen, but returned to his courtyard, because his current image was a bit sloppy and not suitable for appearing in the public eye.

In addition, after the old man successfully breaks through, he still needs a few days to consolidate his cultivation, and it's not time to meet him yet.

The courtyard was empty, no one was there.

He has been in seclusion for the past three years, but he is not completely ignorant of family affairs.

Song Qingxing was out training and was nowhere to be found. Except for the burning soul lantern in the Soul Lamp Palace that could prove that he was still alive, the Information Family knew nothing about it.

Some people were even speculating whether Song Qingxing had left the family, but was severely reprimanded by the elder.

Xia Yunxue should be at the family brewery right now.

Ever since Song Changsheng came up with the formula for [Bamboo Leaf Green] at the last family elders meeting, Song Xianyun and others followed his idea and established a large-scale brewing workshop led by Xia Yunxue.

Xia Yunxue personally brewed the second-level [Bamboo Leaf Green], while the apprentices below her brewed her simplified first-level [Bamboo Leaf Green]. Although the effect was much worse, it was enough for Qi training monks.

These spiritual wines have greatly improved the overall strength of the family. Xia Yunxue soaks in the brewing workshop almost every day.

Song Qingxi, who used to chase butterflies in the fields, became one of the few second-level spiritual husbands in the family last year.

Because of her special affinity for spiritual plants, she was assigned to cultivate elixirs for the family at the Wood Spirit Vein of the Chiyun Iron Mine. Except for visiting once a month, she was not at home at all times.

Little Lingyun was almost five years old, and when he reached the age of going to family school, Xia Yunxue sent him there every morning, and then went to work in the brewing workshop. They both came back at night.

"The turtle is nowhere to be seen even if the person is not there." Song Changsheng frowned slightly.

He and Jin Xuan had a connected mind, so he knew that during his time in seclusion, Jin Xuan had successfully broken through to the second-level lower level and became the first second-level spiritual beast in his family.

Although it is a spiritual beast, it is still comparable to a foundation-building monk. If you want to run around, you will have to cause trouble.

Then Song Changsheng changed his mind. With Jin Xuan's lazy temperament, he wanted to lie down in the pool every day, how could he run around everywhere? Someone must have taken him out, so who is this person...

"Uncle Jin, walk slower, I'm so sleepy."

On a forest path, a young child rubbed his sleepy eyes and said feebly.

The child was white and fat, like a porcelain doll, with eyes as bright as black gems and a round face that made people want to pinch it.

"It's just because I'm sleepy that I have to walk faster. Do you want to sleep here?" A slightly childish voice sounded from the front. It turned out to be a golden turtle comparable to a calf speaking, but the voice was obviously different from its size. Doesn’t match.

"I can't walk anymore, can you carry me on your back?" But the child was not afraid at all. Instead, he stretched out his chubby hands and grabbed the tail of the big turtle and said in a sweet voice.

"Aunt Xue said that you should leave by yourself." Dagui said helplessly.

"I don't care, I won't leave unless you carry me." The young boy sat down on the ground after hearing this, actually planning to cheat.

Suddenly, he felt a big hand appear on his waist, and then his sight quickly rose up, even higher than a giant turtle.

Then a gentle voice came from behind: "How about I carry you?"

The little guy was stunned. The voice was so familiar, just like in his dream.

"Master." Before the little guy could react, Jin Xuan, who was walking in front, shouted in surprise.

Song Changsheng put Xiao Lingyun on the ground, looked at Jin Xuansheng with a smile, who was already many times bigger than before, and said: "You have grown so big after not seeing each other for several years. Have you already refined Heng Gu?"

Monster beasts need to refine their horizontal bones before they can speak human words. Generally, they have to reach the third level. However, Jinxuan's bloodline is special, so it is normal to do it earlier.

"Yes Master."

"You don't need to call me master. You and I share weal and woe. We are actually brothers, not master and servant."

Jin Xuan tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Then I'll call you boss."

"Haha, it's up to you." Song Changsheng laughed.

Little Lingyun on the ground looked at the tall figure, tears already welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips, hugged Song Changsheng's thigh and cried, "Daddy."

Song Changsheng's heart trembled. The little guy who couldn't even speak clearly three years ago is now so old, and he has never forgotten him.

He really owed this child a lot.

He reached out to pick him up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said, "Hey, don't cry. Today is a happy day. Can I take you to see your grandpa?"

After saying that, Song Changsheng found that the corners of his eyes were also a little moist.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, he soon discovered that Ling Yun had fallen asleep on his shoulder, with tears still remaining on his face.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but laugh: "Just like this, what can I learn from going to school?"

Hearing this, Jin Xuan couldn't help but retorted: "Boss, Qingyun is so smart. The teachers in the school like him very much."

Song Changsheng smiled and said: "That's good, that's good."

At this moment, a powerful momentum burst out from the top of the mountain, sweeping across the entire Cangmang Peak like a storm, but soon disappeared without a trace or trace.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful voice sounded in Song Changsheng's ears: "Come and see me in the Cloud Palace."

Song Changsheng was immediately overjoyed. This was Song Xianming's voice. Only monks above the Zifu stage could perform spiritual sound transmission from such a distance.

Since Song Xianming wants to see him, it means that his cultivation has been consolidated.

Song Changsheng smiled and looked at Jin Xuandao: "How about you follow me to meet the great monk of the Zifu family?"

...(End of chapter)