Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Yulong pays homage to the clan leader."

After the clan meeting ended, Song Yulong immediately found Song Changsheng and paid homage to him.

Song Changsheng quickly helped him up and said with an unhappy look, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"First, I want to congratulate the clan leader for ascending to the Purple Palace. Second, I want to express gratitude to the clan leader on behalf of the other clan members. Thank you for the family giving us a place to settle down." Song Yulong bowed sincerely.

"I should thank you on behalf of the family. If you hadn't arrived in time, the outcome of that battle would still be unknown."

If Song Yulong had not come to support at the cost of everything that day, breaking the balance on the battlefield and ending the battle early, the Song family would have had to pay an untold amount of blood.

Just based on this point, it was worth it for Song Xianyun to take them in despite everyone's opposition.

"You are too kind, Chief. These are what we should do. Please do not forget us in the war in ten days. All of us in the clan will obey your orders."

In response to Song Changsheng's praise, Song Yulong did not take credit for it, but instead loudly requested to fight.

Song Changsheng first affirmed Song Yulong's willingness to fight for the family, but then shook his head and rejected his request to join the war.

Seeing an anxious look on Song Yulong's face, Song Changsheng reached out and pressed his shoulder, sighed and said, "I have heard from Uncle Wu about what happened to you in the ancestral vein. It was because the family was incompetent and could not provide you with help that those people bullied you unscrupulously.

You have finally managed to escape with your people, so let them live a peaceful life for a few days. Your family assets are not that great to begin with, so don't take all of it. You have already done enough for the family.

Before you go back to Zhangye, go see my mother. I'll ask her to prepare a batch of cultivation resources for you. You can save on anything except cultivation. Train the younger generation well. The family will need your help in the future. There's no need to rush."

After saying that, Song Changsheng patted Song Yulong on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards Song Xianyun's courtyard.

Although the family was allocated a courtyard, Song Xianyun basically lived and ate in the General Affairs Hall in the past. Song Changsheng had only been here a few times when he was a child, and had basically never been there after he became an adult, so his memories of it had become vague.

Walking on the gravel path covered with flowers and plants, the memories in Song Changsheng's mind gradually became clearer.

When I arrived at the small courtyard in my memory, I found that many people who came to visit Song Xianyun gathered in front of the door, but the strange thing was that everyone was standing quietly outside the courtyard.

Only when they saw Song Changsheng did they whisper, "Patriarch."

Song Changsheng nodded in response, then came to the middle-aged man standing in front of the door and whispered, "Why don't you let everyone in?"

Seeing that it was Song Changsheng who came in person, Song Qingyang was startled and hurriedly bowed and said, "Patriarch, it's not that your nephew is refusing to let you in. It's really that Fifth Uncle personally instructed that Great Grandfather's current situation cannot be disturbed too much. You all volunteered to stay outside the door."

Song Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "I don't mean to blame you. Can I go in and see him?"

"Of course you can. My great-grandfather has been thinking of you. Please come in, clan leader." Song Qingyang hurriedly led the way for Song Changsheng.

As soon as the door was opened, a pungent smell of medicine hit me in the face. On a soft couch covered with a gauze bed curtain, only the skinny Song Xian was lying on it, his eyes closed, his lips opening and closing unconsciously.

Song Qingyang's wife Zhang Qianqian was guarding by the bed. She had been pregnant for several months and her pregnancy was already obvious.

Seeing Song Changsheng coming, she quickly stood up and greeted him.

But Song Changsheng's attention was all on Song Xianyun at the moment. He didn't notice Zhang Qianqian's actions at all and quickly walked to the bedside.

Looking at Song Xianyun, who had a haggard face and was as thin as a stick, Song Changsheng's heart suddenly trembled, and for a moment he felt a lump in his throat.

Seeing this, Song Qingyang secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, supported Zhang Qianqian and quietly retreated, leaving the space to the grandfather and grandson.

He knew that the old man had been waiting for Song Changsheng to appear.

Song Changsheng sat down beside the bed, quietly looking at the old man's face, and his nose felt a little sore.

Song Xianyun has always been a very kind person, and he has always been very kind to Song Changsheng, treating him like his own grandson.

He still remembers that when he first detected his spiritual roots, Song Xianyun smiled and stuffed a storage bag into his arms, which contained a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

It doesn't sound like much, but at that time the family had just experienced a war and was in financial difficulty. They were spending more than they earned and couldn't even pay the salaries of their family members. These one hundred spirit stones were not a small sum for Song Xianyun.

In addition, on every birthday, Song Xianyun would also carefully prepare gifts for him. Although they were all small gadgets, they were what Song Changsheng had longed for in his previous life.

Over the past thirty years, Song Changsheng has witnessed this kind old man's hair turning white and his energy drained away for the family.

Now, the family is thriving and has regained its former glory, but the old man who dedicated his whole life to the family is lying on this small bed.

He reached out and gently patted the old man's shoulder, whispering, "Grandpa Twenty-One, I'm back."

"Is... Changsheng... back?"

Song Xianyun's eyes struggled to open a slit, and his dry hands groped around aimlessly.

"Yes, Grandpa Twenty-One, I'm back." Song Changsheng hurriedly held his hand, and at the same time, his fingers took his pulse without leaving any trace. As soon as the touch came, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At this moment, Song Xianyun's pulse can only be described in two words, one is "disordered" and the other is "weak".

Even though Song Changsheng was not an expert in medicine, he knew how bad the pulse was.

"It's good that you're back. I was... very worried about you..." Song Xianyun tried hard to open his eyes wide, tilted his head and looked at Song Changsheng in front of him, with relief in his eyes.

"Don't talk yet. I will heal your wounds for you."

Song Changsheng held Song Xianyun's hand tightly and used [Light of Revival] to heal Song Xianyun.

The vigorous vitality was injected into Song Xianyun's body. His complexion suddenly became rosier than before, and the tiredness on his body was not as heavy.

But... that's all, Song Xianyun's injuries did not improve.

Although the healing ability of the secret technique is powerful, it is not omnipotent. Song Xianyun is old and was severely injured to the core by the third-level demon wolf.

This time, he forced himself to fight with others and was injured many times, which caused his body's essence to be further consumed, and his injuries became worse, further reducing his already limited lifespan.

Nowadays, Song Xianyun is already on the verge of exhaustion, and it is beyond human power to reverse.

After realizing this, Song Changsheng was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

Song Xianyun showed an ugly smile on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "My time is coming, don't waste your energy, just stay with me and talk."

"No, you will definitely get better." Song Changsheng's voice was a little dry.

"Don't lie to me again. I know my body better than anyone else. But don't worry, I won't die anytime soon."

In response to this, Song Changsheng could only remain silent. After a moment, he changed the subject and talked about what had happened during the time he was missing.

Song Xianyun's mental state was very poor. At first, he could still open his eyes and watch Song Changsheng speak, occasionally responding a few words, but later he could only listen. Seeing this, Song Changsheng stopped talking, stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for the old man and said, "Have a good rest, I will come to visit you tomorrow."

Just as he was getting up and preparing to leave, he heard Song Xianyun's weak voice on the bed saying, "The clan leader should focus on the family at this moment. I don't need to come here unless it's necessary."

Song Changsheng's body trembled suddenly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Grandson, remember this."

He left the courtyard, looked at the people gathered outside, and said softly, "Grandpa Twenty-One has gone to bed, everyone can go back."

Everyone looked at each other, then bowed and dispersed, except for one person who stood still.

Song Changsheng was slightly stunned: "When did you come?"

"Just arrived. Congratulations to my uncle for ascending to the Purple Mansion." Song Qingxing bowed and then fell silent.

"You have made great contributions as soon as you came back. Well done. Your uncle is proud of you." Song Changsheng said with satisfaction.

"It's my duty." Song Qingxing responded, and then fell silent.

His eyes casually swept across the bronze mirror on his waist, and Song Changsheng sighed slightly and said, "You are already in the late stage of foundation building. You must have suffered a lot in these years, right?"

It has been less than eight years since Song Qingxing broke through to the foundation-building stage. He has reached the late stage of foundation-building in such a short period of time. The hardships involved can be imagined.

"It's okay." Song Qingxing was as frugal with his words as ever.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help but shook his head and said, "After so many years away, my cultivation has improved a lot, but I'm still a piece of wood.

Have you ever met Xi'er?"

"See you."

"You have some conscience, and Xier's eight years of waiting are not in vain." Song Changsheng glanced at him and said unhappily.

Hearing this, Song Qingxing's face suddenly showed deep guilt. He had not expected that this training would be delayed for so long, causing Song Qingxi to wait anxiously for eight years!

How many eight years of youth can we have?

Thinking of this, he knelt down in front of Song Changsheng with a plop and said in a deep voice: "I want to become a Taoist partner with Xi'er, I hope my uncle will help me."

Song Changsheng hadn't expected that he would propose marriage at this time. Looking at Song Qingxing kneeling in front of him, he asked with a complicated expression, "Are you sure you have made up your mind?"

"Yes!" Song Qingxing answered decisively without any hesitation.

Hearing this, Song Changsheng raised his head, a look of hesitation appearing between his brows.

Of course, he was not doubting Song Qingxing's sincerity towards Song Qingxi. This point no longer needed to be proven.

Moreover, Song Changsheng had already checked the family tree. Song Qingxing was from the branch of the fifth ancestor Song Chuwu, while Song Qingxi was from the branch of the third ancestor Song Chusan. Although they were from the same clan, their relationship had long since faded over the years, and there was no issue of close relatives.

His main hesitation was that Song Qingxing was already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, while Song Qingxi had just begun to condense his Tao foundation. The gap between them was extremely large.

Although Song Qingxi has good talent, he is still far behind Song Qingxing.

Taoist companions are different from ordinary couples, they are supposed to support each other on the road to immortality. If their talents differ too much, how can they support each other?

Even if Song Qingxing doesn't mind and is willing to pay, will Song Qingxi accept it?

Song Changsheng knew his niece too well. That was impossible. She would only feel that she was a burden to Song Qingxing.

Therefore, now is not the time to break that layer of window paper.

And he couldn't give Song Qingxing an answer rashly. At least he had to wait until he knew Song Qingxi's attitude.

After hesitating for a while, Song Changsheng finally reached out and helped Song Qingxing up, saying earnestly: "I believe you will not let Xier down, and you will definitely protect her well.

But, forming a Taoist couple is a matter between two people. Even I cannot make the decision for Xier. You should ask her opinion first."

Hearing this, Song Qingxing stood up suddenly and said anxiously: "Then I will go ask her now."

Seeing this, Song Changsheng was dumbfounded and quickly pulled him back: "No, Xi'er has already condensed her foundation and will soon break through the closed-door foundation-building period. At this critical moment, you must not disturb her and distract her."

Song Qingxing was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly and said, "My nephew is rude."

Seeing that he was persuaded, Song Changsheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you kidding? Wouldn't it disturb Song Qingxi's mind to ask at this time?
It would be fine if she agreed, everyone would be happy and Song Changsheng wouldn't have to worry too much.

But what if she disagrees?
Song Qingxing's Dao heart would probably be broken on the spot, and Song Qingxi would definitely have problems breaking through the foundation.

After sending Song Qingxing back, Song Changsheng returned to the General Affairs Hall and began to prepare for the war ten days later.

The first thing he did was to write a letter.

He wrote a letter to the mayor of the city.

In the letter, he first expressed his gratitude to Luoxia City for its support and help to the Song family and himself in this battle, and then reported his experiences during this period, but he concealed Kongsang Xiruo's identity as a mermaid, and only said that he had received help from a master.

It's not that he doesn't trust the character of the city lord, but since it concerns Kongsang Xiruo's safety, he would rather not say it to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

At the end of the letter, he also stated his plan to attack the Lieyang Sect and the Rong family next.

He stopped writing here and did not mention asking for help.

It’s not that he thought the Song family could withstand the pressure from the Jinwu Sect alone, but he was afraid that Mu Guibai would be embarrassed.

The Rong family and the Lieyang Sect are both vassals of the Jinwu Sect, and the Jinwu Sect is suspected of supporting these two families in attacking the Song family.

If one wants to destroy these two families, the Jinwu Sect must be taken into consideration.

The only city that can help Song Changsheng withstand the pressure from the Jinwu Sect is Luoxia City, but this is likely to lead to Luoxia City and the Jinwu Sect becoming completely opposed to each other, which is extremely detrimental to the future development of Luoxia City.

So he didn't take the initiative to ask for help.

Because if he spoke directly, it would be like forcing Luoxia City into a corner. They had to come even if they didn't want to. After all, the Song family was an ally of Luoxia City, and he himself was a disciple of Luoxia City. It would be unreasonable not to take action if they actively asked for help.

But if he didn't say anything, Mu Guibai could pretend not to know. In this way, Luoxia City could stay out of it and avoid being caught in a dilemma.

...(End of chapter)