Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The middle-aged monk put the fragments into his bag, stood up and glanced in the direction of the General Affairs Hall. He showed an inexplicable expression and turned into a bolt of lightning and fled into the distance.

Song Xianming, who was closing his eyes to rest in the main hall, suddenly opened his eyes, and then turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the main hall in the surprised eyes of everyone in the main hall.

"Young patriarch, this..."

Seeing the panic on everyone's faces, although Song Changsheng didn't know what happened, he still managed to calm down and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it, it's just a trivial matter. Let's continue with the previous topic. The Second Division of Wuling Sect belongs to All spiritual veins above the rank will belong to our clan.

But the remaining minerals can be distributed according to today's distribution method, and you will not suffer any loss. "

Seeing Song Changsheng talking and laughing freely, everyone's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the atmosphere in the hall returned to its previous atmosphere and became harmonious.

Only Liu Hongye hesitated.

In Lingzhou, the most prosperous places are only the three mountain ranges of "Wangyue", "Liuyun" and "Wutong", which contain a large number of mineral veins and spiritual veins.

Originally, these three mountain ranges were owned by their owners, and Liu Hongye's ideal place to take root was the Liuyun Mountain Range. However, due to the strong strength of the Liuyun Mountain Range, he had no choice but to settle in the original Liuyunfang City.

The place was poor, with no mineral deposits around and few spiritual veins. Therefore, Liuyun Sect's development had been limited in recent years.

I originally thought that after the Wuling Sect was destroyed, I would be able to capture the Liuyun Mountain Range first and foremost. Who would have thought that Song Changsheng would open his mouth and ask for all the spiritual veins? Wouldn't this be poaching his body?
If he wasn't afraid of the Song family's strength, Liu Hongye would have overturned the table long ago.

He prayed humbly: "Young Patriarch, my sect does not want any reward. I just hope that you can set aside a place in the Liuyun Mountains for my sect to pass on the Taoist tradition."

Liuyun Mountain Range is rich, even if it is only one-third, it is much better than the original Liuyunfang City.

Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and twisted his fingers slightly. Anyone who was familiar with him would know that this was a sign that he was about to become angry.

He sat upright, looked directly into Liu Hongye's eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Zongzhu Liu wants to take root in the Liuyun Mountains and become the next Wuling Sect?"

These words instantly shocked Liu Hongye. Song Changsheng's words were not heartbreaking. After all, everyone had witnessed the outcome of the Wuling Sect and even participated in it.

He quickly bowed his head and said: "I have absolutely no intention of doing so, but it's up to the young patriarch to decide!"

"Um……"

Song Changsheng put away the coldness in his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Then the matter is settled."

Just when everyone felt relieved, Song Changsheng's next words suddenly solidified the atmosphere in the hall again.

"I think it's time to re-determine the share of the spirit stone veins and the allocation of places in the Wutong Secret Realm. What do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

There is only one small spirit stone mine in Lingzhou, which can mine low-grade and medium-grade spirit stones. The annual output can reach tens of thousands. If the mining is not destructive, it can last for at least a hundred years. It is a veritable money tree.

In the past, the Lingshi mineral veins were divided among six major forces, with the Song family occupying the largest share. Later, Wuling Sect and Liuyun Sect were established one after another, and the distribution of the Lingshi mineral veins became chaotic.

But at least everyone has meat to eat and soup to drink.

It's different now. The Song family is the dominant one, and the Wuling sect has been destroyed.

Now that Song Changsheng brought up this matter, it obviously revealed an unusual flavor. He was trying to steal everyone's flesh!
……

But it was said that after Song Xianming noticed the aura of the monk of the same level, he chased him out as quickly as possible, but when he chased him thousands of miles away, the aura left by the man suddenly broke and disappeared without a trace.

Song Xianming stood in the clouds, frowning.

"Who could this person be and what is his purpose?"

He was certain that that person was not He Tai, nor any of the Zifu monks he was familiar with. Even the boundaries between friends and foes were blurred.

But the only thing that was certain was that the opponent was very strong, and he didn't think he was confident enough to take him down.

At this moment, Song Xianming's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice: "My fellow Taoist has come all the way, why don't you show up to see me? Could it be that you blame Song for not being well received?"

The majestic voice spread out with the mana, but except for the noisy wind, he didn't get any response.

Song Xianming stood motionless in the clouds with his hands behind his back.

After a long time, a slightly surprised voice came from his side: "I wonder where my whereabouts were leaked?"

Following the direction of the sound, Song Xianming turned sideways and carefully looked at the middle-aged monk in front of him.

He has a slender figure, his long hair is tied back casually, and his face is slightly square. Under his two thick unibrows are a pair of piercing eyes, which seem to have thunder surging in the darkness.

There is a black mole about the size of a mung bean half an inch up from the left corner of the mouth.

Wearing an exquisite purple robe, with a golden dragon pattern embroidered on the front, accompanied by silver-white auspicious clouds, as a symbol of soaring, the wheat-colored skin under the robe looks strong and powerful.

What caught Song Xianming's attention the most was his big hands with a metallic luster. They should be the result of special tempering. His hands were probably a rare magical weapon.

These characteristics are incompatible with the Zifu monks currently known in the world of Daqi cultivation.

"Where do fellow Taoists come from, and what is their purpose?" Song Xianming asked calmly. He had to know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

But the purple-robed monk did not answer. He chuckled and said, "It seems that Friend Song has not answered my question yet. I asked myself that I didn't reveal any flaws. I don't know how you found out?

If fellow Taoist can answer, I can give you a thank you gift. "

He was really confused in his heart. The art of concealment was one of the aspects he was most proud of. Many people with higher cultivation levels than him found it difficult to see the flaws. How did Song Xianming, who had just entered the Zifu stage, find out?
Song Xianming said calmly: "Fellow Taoist's concealment skills are indeed at the pinnacle, but he is not confident enough. Song just used some inferior methods."

Upon hearing this, the purple-robed monk immediately understood what Song Xianming meant, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Are you deceiving me?"

"Of course."

"Oh, it's a friendly way, and Lei will learn from it." The purple-robed monk said this almost through gritted teeth. He had not considered this possibility before showing up.

But Song Xianming was so determined that even he was deceived, so he took the initiative to reveal his whereabouts, but he didn't expect to be deceived.

Song Xianming smiled faintly. He wouldn't lose anything by shouting, so why not do it?

He can fail a hundred times, but as long as he succeeds once, he will make money. "Fellow Taoist, I wonder what the thank you gift is for?" Song Xianming was somewhat looking forward to the thank you gift from the other party.

The purple-robed monk snorted coldly, put his hand into his sleeve and threw the charred fragment he picked up to Song Xianming and said: "I'll tell you a piece of news, if you kill the people from our Thunder King Palace, the Thunder King will not let you." Better off.”

Song Xianming took the fragment and frowned: "Are you from the Thunder King Palace?"

"I am not talented. I am currently the inspector of the Thunder King Palace. I was ordered by the Thunder King to investigate the destruction of the Lingzhou stronghold. I have to say that you handled the aftermath very well. I have been investigating here for a year and found nothing.

But you shouldn't, you shouldn't use [Shocking Thunder]. I have reported the truth here. Soon, you will understand the consequences of provoking the Thunder King. "

The purple-robed monk's tone was calm, not like a threat, but like he was giving a notice.

A cold light flashed in Song Xianming's eyes. The Thunder King Palace kept the mortals in Lingzhou like livestock at the stronghold of the White Wolf Mountain. Such evil spirits were just trying to hide their whereabouts without shrinking back and lurking. They actually dared to come to the door on their own initiative. Threaten him?
It was so arrogant that Song Xianming could not wait to draw his sword and kill him now!

But he still had doubts in his heart, why did this purple-robed man tell him this? Was it because of extreme self-confidence, or for some other reason?
He couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Since fellow Taoist already knows the truth, why didn't you take action just now? With your strength, Song is not completely sure that you can stop it.

Besides, when you tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will lay an ambush in advance? Although Song is weak, he can tear off a few pieces of flesh even if he is fierce. "

The purple-robed monk laughed and said, "What do you say have to do with me? As an inspector, my mission has been completed, and the rest is the matter of the adjudicator.

Six of the eight adjudicators in the Lei Wang Palace have a grudge against me. If Fellow Daoist Song can kill one or two, Lei will be happy to see it happen. "

Song Xianming was stunned when he heard this. He did not expect such an answer. If the other party did not lie, then the division of labor in the Thunder King Palace was very clear, and different positions were responsible for different directions.

Moreover, the internal affairs are not monolithic, and the contradictions seem to be so great that the other party does not hesitate to leak information to him and act as a "conspirator."

Can this be exploited?

Of course, these are all based on the fact that the other party is telling the truth. Song Xianming will not foolishly think that what the other party says is true.

Whoever believes it is stupid!

Putting the fragments into the storage bag, Song Xianming said calmly: "It will be as the Taoist friend wishes, but I don't know who this Thunder King is and why Song has never heard of it."

"Don't try to trick me, wait until you survive in the hands of the Adjudicator before you get curious about this.

By the way, let me remind you, although I don't like those cold-blooded butchers, the adjudicator rarely misses when he takes action. I wish you good luck! "

After saying that, the purple-robed monk turned into a bolt of lightning and fled into the distance.

Song Xianming wanted to stop him several times, but finally chose to give up. After all, he had no confidence that he could win the opponent. Secondly, now was not the time to make enemies.

"Judge, if you have the guts, come and do it." Looking at the direction in which the purple-robed monk was leaving, a cold light flashed in Song Xianming's eyes. He would never sit still and wait for death!
Song Xianming turned around and returned to Baiyun Peak. At this moment, the meeting in the General Affairs Hall was reaching a fever pitch. After all, it related to their own vital interests, and no one wanted to give in easily.

The basis for their argument was that they were sure that the Song family did not want an empty Lingzhou!
A simple translation is that they bet that the Song family would not kill them all!
Everyone kept saying one thing after another, either crying about being poor or crying about misery. Anyway, in summary, they had one purpose - to get some share of the spirit stone veins.

In the end, Song Changsheng became a little impatient with them, and cut through the mess with a sharp knife: "I can give you two choices now, either, give up your quota in the Wutong Secret Realm, and I will give each of you a share of 10% of the spirit stone veins.

Or, give up the share of the spirit stone veins, and I will give your family three places in the Wutong Secret Realm according to the old practice, which will also be opened once every ten years. "

When everyone heard this, they were all entangled. Song Changsheng's attitude was obvious. They could only choose one of the two.

This choice is difficult, and they don't want to give up easily.

Although the [Wutong Secret Realm] is only opened once every ten years, there are opportunities for foundation building in it, and there are also many rare elixirs. In the long run, the value is even more than the spirit stone veins.

Just when everyone was struggling, the furious Song Xianming landed at the door of the hall, passed them and returned to sit in the front seat, staring at them coldly. At this moment, their minds suddenly cleared up and they realized who was their father now. !

Yu Xueqian immediately stood up and expressed her position: "Young patriarch, Yu is willing to give up the quota in the secret realm."

Wang Qingquan, who was about to express his stance, was suddenly startled. In the past, Mr. Wang was always the first to express his stance. Why has he been overtaken by others in recent days?

Seeing Liu Hongye making a move, he immediately stood up and said, "The same goes for Wang."

"The same goes for Liuyun Sect."

All three parties unanimously chose a share of the spirit stone vein.

The opportunity to build a foundation in [Wutong Secret Realm] was very tempting, but they suddenly realized just now that even if they were allocated a quota, why should they compete with the Song family?

As for elixirs, the Li family has been destroyed. The future elixir trade in Lingzhou will be completely controlled by the Song family. Even if they bring elixirs out of the secret realm, it will be difficult to sell them at the previous high prices.

In comparison, it is better to pursue something practical, such as the distribution of spirit stone veins.

This is real money.

Although there are only a few thousand spirit stones every year, the water flows steadily and is more stable.

When the balance of a region is broken, a major reshuffle of rights and resources is destined. Instead of angering the lion like the Song family, it is better to be more decisive and save everyone's remaining face.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng nodded with satisfaction. Compared to the value of a secret realm, 30% of the spiritual stone share was nothing. This was a very cost-effective deal.

Of course, he could choose to "want it all", and Liu Hongye and the others would not dare to have any objection even if they wanted to.

But this is not what Song Changsheng wants. He does want to restrict the development of these affiliated forces, but he has no intention of stepping into the sewer for them.

Vassals are never enemies, but the wings of the Song family to ride on the wind.

It can be seen from this battle that the existence of these vassals is very necessary.

To completely prevent them from developing would be to cut one's wings off, and Song Changsheng would never do such an unwise act.

But you can't let it go completely, otherwise it will be another serious problem.

The degree of this needs to be carefully measured by Song Changsheng...

...(End of chapter)