Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 398: Lure the tiger away from the mountain and stay overnight in the village

Song Qingyun looked at the village ahead that was gradually shrouded in darkness, frowned and said, "According to the information recorded in the jade slip, the two cultivators from the Chen family had also entered this village before they disappeared. Do we really want to stay here?"

"Oh, Qingyun, you just think too much. Those two people went to many places before they disappeared. We can't throw the baby out with the bathwater. It's getting dark now. If we don't stay here, we will have to sleep outside.

Judging from the situation, it might rain tonight. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to get soaked.

Even if there is a problem in this village, the three of us can definitely handle it together." Song Qingyuan said confidently.

Hearing this, Song Qinghong also responded easily: "Yes, didn't you say that the family would never assign us an impossible task? If that guy is really hiding here, we can just kill him and bring his head back to the family to report."

Seeing that Song Qinghong was using what he said to shut him up, Song Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. That being said, nothing is absolute. The enemy is not stupid. Would they just stand there stupidly waiting to be besieged by them?

There is no shortage of examples of the weak defeating the strong in this world, not to mention that the other party may not necessarily be weaker than them.

In order to prevent the two from underestimating the enemy, Song Qingyun had to point out some suspicious points in the village before them.

"Look at this village at noon. There are at least dozens of people living there. Now that night has fallen, not a single household has turned on a light. Don't you think this is a little unusual?"

After he finished speaking, Song Qingyuan laughed and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly: "Qingyun, you don't think that all mortals in this world have no worries about food and clothing like those members of the family in the secular world, do you?

I have read some classics and realized that life for a considerable number of mortals in this world is actually very difficult, and often even having enough food and clothing is a problem.

For them, lamp oil is very precious, and it is normal not to see lights at night. If we want to stay overnight, we have to hurry up, otherwise they will fall asleep. "

Having said that, Song Qingyuan took Song Qinghong and walked towards the village entrance.

Song Qingyun quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve and said, "Most ordinary villages like to keep some livestock and guard dogs. It's just getting dark now, and it's still early. Don't you think this village is a little too quiet?"

These words made the two of them pause. Song Qinghong looked at Song Qingyuan and said, "It seems to be true. There is no sound at all. It is too quiet."

"Well, if you were the devil, would you still stay in such a dangerous place?
As the descendants of the Song family, you and I went down the mountain to fight demons for the first time, but we didn't even dare to enter a secular village. If this gets out, I'm afraid we'll be laughed at."

Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes, pushed away Song Qingyun's hand and walked towards the village entrance alone.

Song Qinghong hesitated again and again, looked at the dark night sky, then glanced at the village not far away, and finally hurriedly followed. She didn't want to sleep outdoors in the heavy rain.

"You guys..." Song Qingyun opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up trying to persuade them.

The two of them were determined to stay here, so no matter what he said, it would be in vain.

"It would be good for them to learn a lesson from this." Song Qingyun subconsciously touched a black brocade bag around his waist and murmured softly.

After saying that, he became more alert and followed slowly.

Seeing Song Qingyun following him, Song Qingyuan couldn't help but proudly said to Song Qinghong: "What did I say? He is too hesitant and timid. He is indecisive. His cultivation and talent are really wasted."

"Okay, stop talking. Qingyun is also thinking about our safety. If we want to complete this mission, we still have to rely on him." Song Qinghong tugged at his sleeve imperceptibly.

"Yeah." Song Qingyuan responded reluctantly, then slowed down his pace and waited for Song Qingyun to catch up.

The three of them came to the entrance of the village together and found a big willow tree at the entrance that was as thick as a man could hug. Below it stood a big stone tablet with the words "Daliu Village" written on it.

The moment the three of them stepped into the village, they felt a bone-chilling chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, making them shiver involuntarily.

"What a damn place, it's so cold." Song Qingyuan tightened his clothes and muttered in a low voice.

Song Qinghong squatted down, stretched out his hand to pick up a little soil and twisted it, and said thoughtfully:
"This village is built on a small section of the cold vein. The soil contains cold and yin energy. It's no problem for us, but it's a disaster for the mortals living in this village. If I'm right, the lifespan of the mortals in this village will not be very long."

"It's actually Hanmai. They really know how to choose a place. They can run into us even with such a small probability. After we stay here, we should help them find another place."

After that, Song Qingyuan went straight to a house, knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Is anyone there? We are passers-by. It will rain at night. Can we stay for one night?"

"Squeak..."

A teeth-grinding voice was heard, and the door was slowly opened, and a burly man with a full beard walked out. His face looked extremely pale, and he looked at Song Qingyuan and others with vigilance.

"It's late at night, outsiders are not welcome here."

Hearing this tone of voice that seemed to be keeping people at a distance, Song Qingyuan frowned slightly, but the education he received since childhood still made him continue to be patient and said, "Please give me a favor. This is my reward."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of jade from his sleeve like a magic trick and put it into the strong man's hand.

After seeing the jade, the sturdy man's eyes full of vigilance suddenly turned into continuous enthusiasm.

"Please, please, please come in. This humble abode is small, please bear with me." The sturdy man quickly moved aside and led the people in...

Outside of Daliu Village, a figure in a white shirt came out from behind a willow tree. He looked at the village that was completely shrouded in darkness and frowned slightly, saying, "After all, he is a rookie. His vigilance is a little low. It seems that this trial will not be so smooth."

"What is his purpose, and what is so special about this place?"

After walking around the village, Song Qingqian found nothing and his brows furrowed.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly sensed an extremely weak fluctuation of spiritual power.

The next moment, a silver light suddenly broke through the air and pierced Song Qinggan's face.

"How brave!"

Song Qingqian frowned and glared, and with a wave of his sleeves he rolled away the silver light. Then he quickly formed seals with his hands, and thousands of spiritual energies fell like raindrops in the direction where the spiritual power fluctuations came from.

"laugh……"

A muffled groan was heard, and a dark figure turned into a beam of light and fled into the distance.

"Interesting, luring the tiger away from the mountain?" A playful smile suddenly appeared on Song Qingqian's face. The opponent's method was a bit too low-level. Not to mention him, no matter who came, it would be impossible to fall into the trap.

"Perhaps... I should take advantage of their trick?" Song Qingqian looked back in the direction of Song Qingyun and the others, then chased after the figure...

With the help of a piece of jade, Song Qingyun and his two companions successfully felt the simplicity and enthusiasm of the local villagers.

Unfortunately, they had no interest in the food and drinks of the mortal world, so they casually brushed them off and entered the room arranged by the strong man.

"See, I told you there's nothing wrong with this village." Song Qingyuan opened the tightly closed window and looked at Song Qingyun.

"It's better not to be careless." Song Qingyun replied calmly, then sat down cross-legged, circulated his mind and began to regulate his breathing. "Tsk." Song Qingyuan rolled his eyes secretly, then took out two spiritual fruits from his storage bag, handed one to Song Qinghong, and then leaned against the window to eat by himself.

Song Qingyun was just regulating his breathing. Although he had his eyes closed, he was very aware of everything that was happening around him and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

From the very beginning, he felt that Song Qingyuan had a vague hostility towards him. At that time, he thought it was an illusion, but after spending a few days together, he was certain that Song Qingyuan did have some opinion about him, but he didn't know where this "opinion" came from.

However, he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. He and Song Qingyuan didn't have much in common. They were only tied together because of this trial, so how he viewed him was not important to Song Qingyun.

He just hoped that Song Qingyuan's emotions would not affect this trial.

This trial is of great importance to him.

Because of his identity, he is not allowed to fail!
"Boom——"

There was a loud thunderclap, and sparse raindrops fell from the sky. The rain gradually became heavier and heavier, and then turned into a downpour. The rain mixed with the cold power emanating from the ground and turned into thick white fog, covering the entire village, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

The temperature in the room began to drop rapidly.

Song Qingyun's eyes suddenly opened and his right hand quietly reached into his wide left sleeve.

"Hey, why is it foggy? It's quite cold. No wonder the man looks so pale. The village is built on this cold vein. It's really a miracle that they can survive until now." Song Qingyuan muttered.

"Something is wrong. It seems like something is approaching." Song Qinghong also drew out his magic sword and stood up.

"careful!"

Song Qingyun suddenly let out a loud shout, stretched out his left hand and pulled Song Qingyuan, who was leaning against the window, over. The soft sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed out of the window. A dull sound was heard, and then something fell to the ground.

After glancing at the blood stains on the tip of the sword, Song Qingyun said in a deep voice, "There's something wrong with this blood."

Song Qinghong and Song Qingyuan looked over when they heard the sound and found that the bloodstain was dark red, not like fresh blood.

"Roar--"

A roar was heard, and the wooden board behind Song Qinghong shattered, and a tall figure suddenly pounced over.

Song Qinghong reacted extremely quickly. He leaned forward with his upper body and stabbed the figure's throat with a sword in his right hand.

"It's him."

Song Qingyuan suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

The figure turned out to be the sturdy man who received them and the owner of the room.

Compared to when they first met, the sturdy man's face became paler, and his eyes were green and extremely creepy.

His neck was stabbed through and the blood that flowed out was dark red.

"How is this going?"

The three people's faces became a little solemn. Song Qingyun stepped forward to check and said with an unpleasant expression: "He should have died a long time ago. There are large patches of dead spots on his chest, and the skin under his armpits also has traces of slight decay."

"But... he was obviously normal when he contacted us before." Song Qingyuan stuttered.

"Now is not the time to dwell on these things, kill them!"

Song Qingyun shook the soft sword in his hand, and the originally soft sword body suddenly straightened up. Without turning his head, he said: "I will lead the way in front, you follow closely."

After saying that, he swung the sword in his hand, and a bright sword energy immediately broke the earth wall in front of him. Song Qingyun took the lead and rushed into the thick fog.

Creepy roars rose and fell in the thick fog, and from time to time villagers would attack them, their states and characteristics being the same as that of the sturdy man.

There were quite a few villagers, but they were all mortals after all, and did not pose much threat to Song Qingyun and others, and they soon reached the village entrance.

When they arrived at the village entrance, they found that the entire Daliu Village was shrouded in a translucent barrier. Under a large willow tree, a short old man in a gray robe looked at them coldly.

"Who are you!" Song Qingyun protected the two men behind him and shouted with a sword in hand.

"You ask me? I also want to ask you, who are you to set up a barrier and disrupt my plan!"

Hearing Song Qingyun's question, the old man suddenly became furious, and anger filled his wrinkled face.

Now, Song Qingyun was also confused. They originally thought that the barrier was set up by the old man in front of them, but they didn't expect that he was also a "victim".

"This person is extremely violent, could he be the one we are looking for?"

"It is very likely, but apart from him, there should be other people hiding here. Before that person shows up, we'd better not start a war rashly to avoid letting others take advantage of us." Song Qingyun replied in a deep voice.

"Song? Were you sent by Chen?"

Suddenly, the short old man revealed the origins of Song Qingyun and others.

Song Qingyun followed his gaze and found that it was the jade pendant on Song Qingyuan's waist that exposed their identities.

He frowned slightly, but now was not the time to dwell on this. He looked at the old man and said sternly, "It seems that you are the evil demon who massacred the village as Chen said. Did you do the evil to turn the villagers of Daliu Village into this state?"

"Humph, so what about the Song family? If they dare to meddle in other people's business, I will kill them without hesitation!"

The silkworm soul snorted coldly, took out a gloomy white banner, stomped it hard in front of him, and an invisible force was transmitted in all directions.

Only shadowy figures were seen in the thick fog, slowly moving towards where Song Qingyun and the other two were.

Looking at those pale faces, Song Qingyuan suddenly exclaimed: "We have already killed them, how come they are resurrected again?"

Song Qinghong tightly grasped the magic sword and said in a deep voice: "They are already dead."

"Their current state is somewhat like that of zombies. Conventional methods are useless against them. Just destroy their bodies directly!"

After saying that, Song Qingyun rushed out like an arrow...

(End of this chapter)