Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Looking at the two cyclones tearing back and forth in the air, Song Changsheng's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

When a cultivator is making a breakthrough, the most taboo thing is interference. At the very least, the blood will flow backwards and the breakthrough will fail. At worst, the cultivator will go possessed and die from bleeding from all seven orifices.

Therefore, the Song family assigned a separate secret room for each cultivator who needed to go into seclusion, and the cultivators from the Law Enforcement Hall were responsible for protecting the law.

This will allow them to isolate themselves from external interference and make breakthroughs with peace of mind.

But this time the interference did not come from outside, but from inside.

Song Qingxi and Song Qingshi actually passed the three stages of foundation building on the same day. There were only seven people in seclusion, and two people broke through on the same day. The probability of this is no different from being accepted as a disciple by a Jindan Zhenren when you walk on the street.

The chance was so small, but they still happened to each other.

Song Changsheng flew to the retreat room, only to find that several people had already arrived before him.

"Chief, the situation is not optimistic." Song Luyun looked at the two rapidly expanding cyclones in the sky with an extremely ugly expression.

"Cyclones will attract each other and keep getting closer in the air. If this continues, either Qingxi or Qingshi will either die or be injured, or both will fail to break through. The most urgent task is to immediately cut off the energy traction between the two spiritual energy vortices." Song Changsheng said hurriedly.

"What needs to be done?"

At this time, Song Luzhou, Song Changxue, Song Changan and Song Qingxing all gathered around, with worry on their faces.

The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh. No matter which one is broken, it will be a huge loss for the Song family. They cannot tolerate such a thing to happen no matter what.

Song Changsheng subconsciously glanced at Song Qingxing and found that although his face was calm as usual, the hand holding the scabbard was getting stronger and stronger, and the knuckles were turning white.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. I need you to cooperate with me now." Putting his hand on his shoulder, Song Changsheng said in a deep voice.

Song Qingxing bowed his head and said, "Please give your instructions, uncle."

Song Changsheng nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at Song Luzhou and said, "Fifth Uncle, please go and activate the isolation formation. The noise will be quite loud when we perform the ritual, so as not to affect other members of the clan who are in seclusion."

"understood."

"Aunt Yun, please go and invite Senior Yuan and Grandpa. This matter cannot be successful without the two of them."

"As ordered."

"Brother Chang'an, Xing'er, join me in attacking and slow down the fusion of the spiritual energy vortex."

After saying that, Song Changsheng swept his right leg and sat cross-legged on the ground. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the surging magic power rushed towards the two huge spiritual energy whirlpools in the air like a light ribbon.

Song Qingxing and Song Changan also followed suit, one on the left and one on the right, each forming a seal and applying their spiritual power to the spiritual vortexes of Song Qingxi and Song Qingshi respectively.

With their efforts, the speed of the fusion of the two spiritual energy vortexes was greatly reduced, making a noisy and harsh sound. Fortunately, Song Changsheng asked Song Luzhou to open the isolation formation in advance, otherwise the cultivators who were in seclusion here would definitely have problems practicing.

But with their strength, they can only slow down the fusion speed of the two spiritual energy vortexes, and cannot truly isolate the energy between them.

Fortunately, Song Luyun acted quickly and did not let them suffer for long. Song Xianming and Yuan Tianshu arrived hand in hand.

The two had already understood what had happened on the way here. Seeing this, they sat down behind Song Changsheng without hesitation, put their hands on his back, and transferred their own magic power into Song Changsheng's body.

"boom--"

With the help of the two Purple Mansion monks, the two spiritual power vortexes connected in series finally stopped merging and differentiated again.

Upon seeing this, the seals on everyone's hands changed simultaneously, maintaining the two spiritual energy vortices in place without interfering with each other.

"We must hold on until one of them breaks through. Don't slack off." Song Xianming said in a deep voice.

"clear."

Everyone responded in a deep voice...

In the retreat room, Song Qingxi and Song Qingshi were both greatly affected by the previous interference. Fortunately, the situation was handled in time and no irreparable consequences were caused.

Song Qingshi adjusted his mentality as quickly as possible and calmly dealt with the three stages of foundation building. He had currently passed the physical body stage and the spiritual power stage, and only needed to pass the final soul stage to successfully break through.

A strong tearing sensation came, and Song Qingshi let out an extremely suppressed roar. Wisps of black mist spread from his ears and nose. His eyes gradually turned red, and his consciousness sank.

His consciousness seemed to have returned to that heavy rainy night more than ten years ago, and he watched his father fall.

At that time, he couldn't do anything, and even his memory was a little fuzzy.

He only remembered that the rain that day was very cool and cold...

Endless coldness enveloped him, causing his body to begin to tremble slightly.

"boom--"

A loud thunder exploded in his ears, and in the flash of lightning, he saw a figure covered in blood standing in front of him.

"Father...Father?"

Song Qingshi's eyes were blurred and his voice was trembling slightly, a little unbelievable.

"boom--"

With a flash of lightning, Song Qingshi finally saw the appearance of the person in front of him.

That face was so familiar, even though it was covered in blood, it was still clear.

Song Qingshi slowly walked towards the figure, water drops continuously sliding down his cheeks, and he could no longer tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Father...my son, I finally see you again."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the man in front of him. He gently raised his hands and then suddenly pinched Song Qingshi's neck...

"Oh no, there's something wrong with the bluestone."

Outside the retreat room, Song Changsheng's eyes darkened as he watched the spiritual energy vortex belonging to Song Qingshi begin to distort.
"According to the calculation of time, he should have reached the last step now. The soul barrier is the easiest place for inner demons to breed. Qingshi is probably in danger." Song Xianming said in a deep voice.

Song Changsheng shook his head and said, "Qingshi has been mentally strong since he was young, so he will have no problem overcoming his inner demons. Compared to him, I am more worried about Qingxi."

Hearing this, Song Qingxing subconsciously glanced at Song Qingxi's spiritual energy vortex, his eyes full of worry.

He knew very well what the inner demon meant...

Song Qingxi only felt that he had a dream, a very real yet absurd dream.

In that dream, she successfully broke through the foundation-building stage, and in the presence of all the elders in the family, she and Song Qingxing became Taoist partners.

Then time seemed to have been accelerated. Over the long years, the cultivation of both of them improved by leaps and bounds. Song Qingxing broke through the Purple Mansion, and she also broke through the late stage of foundation building.

The gap between the two always exists, but Song Qingxing always stops to wait for her, which makes her feel touched and guilty at the same time.

With this guilt in mind, she practiced even harder, but the difference in talent made the distance between them grow further and further.

Although she managed to break through the Purple Palace by chance, her cultivation speed dropped a lot.

Until one day, Song Qingxing broke through the Jindan stage with the support of his family, while she was still lingering in the middle stage of Zifu. As time passed, she was getting closer and closer to the deadline, but breaking through the Jindan stage was still a long way off.

She was unwilling and angry, but she still could not change the established facts.

At the end of her life, the only thing that comforted her was that her appearance remained the same and had not changed with her increased lifespan.

She eventually passed away in Song Qingxing's arms.

Since her death, Song Qingxing gradually became corrupt and eventually led himself to destruction.

The beginning of the story was beautiful, but she couldn't accept the ending.

My will gradually weakened and my inner persistence began to waver.

Thick black mist spread out from her body and soon enveloped her. Her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Her consciousness gradually sank, and every bit of information about Song Qingxing flashed quickly through her mind.

"Believe me."

"Believe me!"

"Believe me……"

Song Qingxing's voice echoed in Song Qingxi's sea of ​​consciousness, pulling her consciousness, which was about to fall into the abyss, up bit by bit.

"That day will never come. I won't let you wait for me. I will practice hard and catch up with you, no matter what..."

Song Qingxi's eyes flashed with scarlet light, dark lines spread wildly on her fair skin, and her sea of ​​consciousness was filled with darkness.

Just as she was about to become possessed, her thoughts suddenly went back to twenty years ago, when her father accepted a mission abroad and left home. Although she was taken care of by the elders in the clan, she often still felt lonely and afraid.

Until one day, her favorite uncle took her to a place where she met a quiet little brother.

At the beginning, the other party not only didn't speak, but also had a very bad attitude, which made her very disgusted for a while.

But he was the only one of her age on the island in the middle of the lake, so she could only play with him.

After spending a long time together, she gradually found that the other person was not that annoying, and was even a little cute.

They lived and ate together for more than 20 years. They would sit together to watch the stars, row a boat on the lake, eat the fruits from the green plum trees together, and wrinkle their noses together because of the sourness.

The two have always believed that nothing can separate them except death.

"No matter what happens, it can't separate us. I want you... to marry me." Song Qingxi whispered softly.

The black mist that enveloped her gradually dissipated, and her eyes became clear again.

Looking at the empty and quiet retreat room, Song Qingxi felt as if he was in another world.

"I am...successful?"

Looking at the foul-smelling black secretions on his skin, Song Qingxi's eyes lit up a little. This was a sign of cleansing the meridians and marrow after breaking through the foundation-building stage and completing the upgrade of his life level.

"It stinks."

Song Qingxi wrinkled her nose slightly and was just thinking about getting some water to wash when the door of the retreat room suddenly opened and a figure in a black robe threw herself into her arms like a gust of wind.

"Hey, why did you come in now?" Song Qingxi's ears turned slightly red.

Song Qingxing said nothing, but just held her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would fly away the next moment.

Song Qingxi tried to struggle, but found that Song Qingxing's arms were like iron clamps and could not be moved at all.

I could only blush and say, "You go out first."

"What's wrong?" Song Qingxing asked blankly.

Song Qingxi's face flashed with shame, and she said angrily: "It stinks so bad, can't you smell it?"

"It's ok."

Song Qingxing replied without thinking, but he felt someone patted his forehead.

When he turned around, he found Song Changsheng standing behind him, looking like someone who cared for a mentally retarded child.

"Uncle." Song Qingxing stood up quickly.

"Uncle." Song Qingxi called out in a mosquito-like voice, and was somewhat afraid to look at Song Changsheng. It would always be embarrassing to be caught by an elder in such a matter.

"Well done, uncle is proud of you." Song Changsheng said with satisfaction.

When they saw that Song Qingxi's cyclone was almost collapsed, Song Changsheng and others had already despaired, but they did not expect that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. Song Qingxi finally lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully survived.

"I'm sorry to have made my uncle worried."

"Don't think too much, just succeed. Pack up first, we'll be waiting for you outside."

Song Changsheng smiled gently, then glanced at Song Qingxing beside him and said unhappily, "Come out with me, you are so impatient."

Taking Song Qingxing outside and waving his hands to set up restrictions, Song Changsheng said earnestly: "Girls all love beauty and pay great attention to their appearance, especially when facing the person they like.

You have also been through this before, don't you know that you need to cleanse your body after a breakthrough? If you rush in rashly, won't that embarrass Xi'er?"

"My nephew doesn't mind." Song Qingxing said solemnly.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this. Is this a question of whether you dislike it or not?
"You, you are such a blockhead. I don't know what Xi'er likes about you."

Just when Song Changsheng was "reprimanding" Song Qingxing, Song Qingxi had already packed up and walked out, bowing to everyone.

"You have grown into a more graceful young lady. You were only this big before." Song Xianming said with emotion, stroking his beard.

"Brother Song, the nobles are truly full of talented people. Under such circumstances, two people were able to successfully break through. This is rare in the world." Yuan Tianshu couldn't help but praise.

"Hahaha, Brother Yuan, you are too kind. Qingxia's talent is no less than theirs. She will definitely be able to successfully break through."

Several years ago, Yuan Tianshu had thought about accepting disciples. Among the many disciples of the younger generation of the Song family, he finally chose Song Qingxia, who was also passionate about kendo, to inherit his mantle.

This time, Song Qingxia was also in seclusion. Yuan Tianshu didn't feel anything at first, but Song Qingxi and Song Qingshi came up and staged such a thrilling scene, which really made him worry for his beloved disciple.

At this moment, Song Qingxing suddenly knelt down in front of Song Changsheng and said loudly: "My nephew wants to marry Qingxi as his Taoist partner. I hope my uncle will approve it!"

In an instant, there was complete silence, and only Song Qingxing's clear voice echoed in the mountains.

Song Changsheng looked at Song Qingxing in front of him and couldn't help but think of himself and Zhuang Yuechan again.

A smile appeared on his face. He looked up at Song Qingxi who was also shocked not far away and said gently, "Xi'er, are you willing?"

...(End of chapter)