Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 339 The final word, melting the Zi Mansion
Currently, the three people with the highest status in the Song family are Song Xianming, Song Changsheng, and Song Xianyun.

Among them, Song Xianming is the previous patriarch, Song Changsheng is the current patriarch, and Song Xianyun has been in charge of the family for decades and can be called the "executive deputy patriarch".

Each of them has huge influence in the family. It can be said that whichever faction they side with can directly overwhelm their opponents.

But at such an important moment, Song Xianming and Song Xianyun chose to stay behind closed doors at the same time, looking impartial.

This led to the fact that people were almost at the door of the house, and the argument had not yet come to a conclusion, making both parties a little anxious and angry, staring at each other in the meeting hall.

At this time, Song Xianyun, who had not been seen for several days, slowly walked in from the door, walking vigorously and expressionless.

When everyone saw this, they quickly stood up and saluted.

Song Xianyun turned a blind eye to them, walked to his seat, sat down, and said calmly: "Is the quarrel over? Is there any result?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Because they were unsure of Song Xianyun's attitude, no one dared to answer the question rashly, and they all bowed their heads and remained silent.

After taking a look at these people, Song Xianyun nodded and said: "It seems that the quarrel did not produce any results, so let me tell you a few words."

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard this. Are they finally going to take a stand?
"Since you don't like to sit, then just stand and listen."

"Song Luke, and even more tribesmen who were sent to the ancestral line, are the best children of the family. For the sake of the family, they left their parents, brothers and sisters, and their hometown when they were young, and went to a strange environment to struggle for survival. live.

Some of you think that they have gone to the ancestral line, become the children of a rich family, and enjoy more superior cultivation conditions.

Actually?

there has never been!

Those people, so superior, have never looked at us seriously. In the hearts of these people, we are not the same race, we are just toys that can be humiliated at will!

Their hands were stained with the blood and tears of their clansmen!
Wake up, their "Song" character is different from our "Song" character. More than four hundred years ago, there were already two "Song" characters written in one stroke.

You feel your conscience and tell me, which Song Dynasty do you recognize?

In your hearts, who are you pretending to be? "

Song Xianyun's eyes were filled with anger and his words were deafening. They sounded like thunder in the ears of the conservatives, making them lower their heads unconsciously.

Some clan elders even lost control of their emotions and hid their faces and cried bitterly.

In fact, everyone knows that returning to the ancestral lineage is just an illusory dream. However, some people are immersed in this dream woven from the glory of the past and do not want to wake up.

Now, Song Xianyun has completely shattered this dream, so completely that it can no longer be put back together.

"It's time for us to recognize the reality. From today on, our family will become independent. From now on, there is only one word 'Song' in our hearts!"

Song Xianyun's words are equivalent to representing that the Song family has completely drawn a clear line with their ancestral lineage.

Song Qingqing, Song Changxue and other new generation foundation-building monks burst into thunderous cheers that did not stop for a long time.

"But, they have caused such a big trouble this time, and the ancestors will definitely not let it go." A clan elder with gray hair on his temples said through gritted teeth.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on him, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Before Song Xianyun could speak, he was already sweating profusely.

"Confused!" Song Xianyun shouted loudly and said with emotion:
"More than four hundred years ago, my great-grandfather came to Lingzhou and created the Wangyue Song family from scratch. During this period, we have experienced glory, decline, and revival.

But no matter what situation they faced, our ancestors never gave up easily, let alone any of their clan members!
Those people on the road are all good sons and daughters of my Song family. They have never failed the family. On the contrary, the family has failed them. They are the heroes of my Song family. We cannot let them bleed and shed tears.

The ancestors don’t want it, we want it! "

Then, he looked up at the old man who had just spoken, shook his head in disappointment and said, "Xianzhe, I am very disappointed in you. You have forgotten what your great-grandfather taught us, and you have forgotten what is most important to a family.

From today on, go to the back mountain and face the wall. When you figure it out, you will come back. "

Song Xianzhe's body trembled, and with trembling hands he took off the token and placed it on the table. He bowed his hands to Song Xianyun tremblingly, then pushed aside the crowd and walked out.

For him, this was the kindest ending.

Some people showed unbearable expressions, but after seeing Song Xianyun's face, no one dared to plead for mercy.

Song Xianyun looked around and said softly: "Does anyone else have a different opinion?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"In that case, then come with me to welcome our son of the Song family back to our clan."

Song Xianyun stood up and strode out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

The others followed one after another.

Seeing this scene, Song Xianming, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, slowly withdrew his gaze. The process was much smoother than he imagined.

They had long been dissatisfied with what Zumai had done, and Song Luke's death was more like a trigger, completely igniting the anger in their hearts.

So from the moment Song Luzhou came back from the summons, he and Song Xianyun had already made a decision.

The reason why they have been watching with a cold eye is to see clearly the attitudes and opinions of other members of the family on this matter. What makes them happy is that most of the clan members have woken up from their dreams.

I believe that after what happened today, the Song family can completely make a clean break with the past and gain a new life!
When Song Luzhou and his flying boat arrived outside Cangmang Peak, what they saw was Song Xianyun taking the family elders and Mr. Su down the mountain for hundreds of miles to greet them.

Seeing this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the flying boat docked safely, Song Yulong held a box carved from sandalwood in his arms. Together with Song Yushi, he knelt down facing Cangmang Peak and cried: "Father, my son has taken you home."

A long time ago, Song Luke told the two brothers and sisters that if he died in a foreign land one day, they must take his ashes back to Cangmang Peak for burial, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots.

No one thought that this day would come so quickly.

But the brother and sister finally lived up to his wish and brought him back.

Looking at the box, which was only one foot square, Song Xianyun had tears in his eyes and took it with trembling hands.

Even though he had known it for a long time, he still couldn't believe it at the end of the day. The young man who was so full of energy was now lying in this cold wooden box.

"Good children, you have suffered so much, just go home, just go home."

He stretched out his hand to help the brother and sister up, their clothes already wet with tears.

Song Xianyun looked around and suddenly found that one person was missing, and couldn't help but ask: "Where is the child Mu Qing?"

Song Yulong said in a hoarse voice: "Quinzi failed to break through the foundation and has already fallen."

After the words fell, Song Yushi's eyes turned red again, and Song Xianyun was also stunned on the spot... "According to statistics, there are two foundation-building monks, one hundred and three Qi-training monks, and nearly 20,000 ordinary people who returned to the clan this time.

This is already equivalent to the size of a small foundation-building family. After discussion, the Presbyterian Council decided not to merge them into the clan, but to choose another place to place them separately.

The Presbyterian Church has two reasons. First, although they come from the same origin as us, they have not lived in the family these years. Their generational rankings and cultivation methods are also different. If they want to merge into the family, they may not necessarily willing.

Secondly, the Ancestral Line will definitely not give up and is very likely to come here. The family currently does not have the ability to confront the Ancestral Line, so they cannot be put on the table for the time being and need to be hidden first. "Xia Yunxue said in a calm tone.

Song Xianyun nodded when he heard this, motioned for Xia Yunxue to take a seat, then looked at Song Luzhou and said, "What do you think?"

"My nephew thinks that we should ask their opinions first. If any of them are willing to return to the family, they will be rearranged and entered into the family tree.

If you don't want to, don't force it. You can treat them as a branch of the family and set aside an area for them in Zhangye County.

If they figure it out in the future and integrate again, even if they are content with the status quo, they can still send the younger members of the clan to Cangmang Peak to practice. "

This is the most appropriate solution that Song Luzhou came up with along the way. Basically, everything that can be considered has been considered.

After everyone heard his solution, they couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Song Xianyun also said with satisfaction: "This is not bad. The family's manpower in Zhangye County is still too weak. There is no manpower to take care of many industries. It would be good to have Yulong and others to help share the burden."

"But... wouldn't this mean there is no difference between what we do and what those people in Zumai do?" Song Qingqing hesitated and said.

Hearing this, Song Xianyun smiled slightly and patiently explained: "There are some similarities, but the right to choose is in their own hands. No matter how they choose, the family will provide them with the same training resources and give them the same rights and status. Everything Be fair, impartial, and open, and do not discriminate.

In contrast, they also have to fulfill the same obligations as you and me. This is a responsibility, and no one is exempt.

Put it this way, do you understand? "

Song Qingqing nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "It is indeed different."

"Then it's settled, Lu Zhou goes to contact them."

"My nephew takes the order."

……

After some contacts, in the end only a few qi-training monks were willing to integrate into the Song family, and the vast majority of them were still willing to follow Song Yulong to Zhangye County.

Song Luzhou didn't force himself. He mobilized a batch of supplies from his family, contacted Song Lutong over there, and led them to Zhangye County in a flying boat.

At this point, the Song family has its first branch.

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Song Changsheng knew nothing about everything that happened to his family.

In the third year of seclusion, he finally seized the opportunity and bit out the [Five Spiritual Pills] that he had held in his mouth in advance.

Five flavors - sour, bitter, sweet, pungent, and salty - bloom on the tip of the tongue at the same time, turning into liquid medicine that flows down the esophagus into the stomach, and then spreads to the limbs and bones.

Song Changsheng suddenly felt a strange force pouring into his middle dantian, stirring up the blue flames in the shadow of the Zifu furnace.

The flames began to burn brightly, and Song Changsheng suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He quickly took out the [Yin-Yang Black Gold] and incorporated it into the Zhongdantian together with other materials for building the Zifu Furnace.

As soon as these materials entered, the flames that had been raging in his dantian suddenly surged forward as if they had found a new target, and Song Changsheng's pain suddenly eased.

But he couldn't relax at all.

Forging the Purple Mansion is the most critical level. If you are not careful, you will end up playing with fire and burning yourself.

Song Changsheng carefully controlled his magic power and used the materials in his dantian to turn the phantom of the furnace he had constructed into reality step by step.

The Purple Mansion is actually a huge furnace within the monk's body, forming a self-contained space. It usually pulls the surrounding spiritual energy and refines it into purple energy. When the magic weapon is brought into it for pregnancy and nourishment, the purple energy will blend into it and enhance the spirituality of the magic weapon.

When the spirituality reaches a certain level, spiritual wisdom, also known as the weapon spirit, will be born.

The magical effects of purple energy don’t stop there, it can also help monks completely escape from grain.

As the saying goes, eat the clouds and drink the dew, but not the five grains.

This "Xia Xia" means food intake, and this Qi is the "Purple Qi" smelted by Zifu. It can not only meet the monk's daily energy consumption, but also continuously transform the monk's body, allowing it to reach the "Qi" level. The effect of "blood does not fade".

As we all know, when a Qi cultivator is over sixty, his Qi and blood will decline, which will lead to a lower success rate of foundation building and a decline in strength.

Foundation-building monks are better, but if they are over two hundred years old, their physical functions will also decline significantly. It is rare for people like Song Xianming who can break through the Zifu at more than two hundred years old.

But this problem does not exist for the Zifu monks. Under normal circumstances, even if their longevity is approaching, their body functions will still remain at their peak, and they may break through if they get some opportunity.

This is a manifestation of the leap forward in life levels.

The difference between Song Changsheng and the monks of Zifu now lies in Zifu.

As long as the Zi Mansion is successfully constructed, he will be a true Zi Mansion monk, and this day is not far away...

On the top of Tianyin Mountain, in a medicine garden.

A Luoxia City disciple dressed in the clothes of a medicine boy straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at his fellow disciples aside and said: "Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, who is in retreat in the Di No. 1 room? I've been watching for a long time. ”

When "Senior Brother Zhang" heard this, he immediately glared at him and said, "Those are not what we should be concerned about. Feel free to collect medicines. If you fail to complete the task, be careful of being scolded by Master!"

The medicine boy chuckled, scratched his head and said: "Brother, aren't you just curious? The one who can use the hermitage room is at least a great monk from Zi Mansion. I have never seen such a big shot. Senior Brother Zhang is well-informed. Let’s talk about the majesty of the Zifu monks.”

"Senior Brother Zhang" said proudly after hearing this: "The great monk of Zifu is naturally very famous. Even if I tell you, you don't understand. Moreover, you are wrong in one thing. It is not the great monk of Zifu who is in the retreat room." Yes, I happened to meet Senior Brother Song going up the mountain that time, and I never went down there after that.

I guess it must be Senior Brother Song here..."

Speaking of this, "Senior Brother Zhang" suddenly realized that he had said too much, and quickly changed the topic and said: "Okay, okay, hurry up and collect the medicine."

"Eh."

The medicine boy responded and looked in the direction of the retreat room, a faint light flashing in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)