Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Although a small incident occurred, the competition still had to continue. After Song Qingshi used the power of Han Chi to suppress the medicinal power in the bodies of several people, he led his men back to the martial arts field in the back mountain.

"The competition continues." Song Qingshi said in a deep voice.

There was no attempt to remedy the situation, and this competition still does not restrict any means.

Indeed, Qin Yu had given him a surprise. However, not everyone could imitate him. Ordinary medicines did not have such a strong effect on Qi training practitioners. Qin Yu's medicines were specially made with great care.

Who else would carry something like this except for him, a guy who would do anything to win?

If there is a second guy as shameless as this on the field, he will admit it!

Groups of disciples went up to the arena to compete, and it was not until noon of the second day that the final twelve people were chosen to enter the finals.

Almost all of these twelve people were targeted. Except for the burly Wu Chi who relied on his fists to beat his opponents, the others all used their brains to some extent.

The result of the competition was quite different from what Song Qingshi had expected.

In addition to Jiang Ling, Qin Yu, Qin Ze, Wu Chi, and Song Xue, whom he had favored from the beginning, there were also dark horses such as Chen Yu and Bai Hong.

Looking at the twelve carefully selected people in front of him, Song Qingshi nodded with satisfaction, but when he saw the sloppy Qin Yu, even he couldn't help but feel a little hateful.

This guy is so careless in his work.

"The finals will be held tomorrow, so prepare well today." After saying that, Song Qingshi stared at Qin Yu, then turned around and left with Song Changxue...

"You're still giving them time to prepare. Aren't you afraid that the little thief will come up with something unexpected again?" Song Changxue said with a little dissatisfaction in the hall on the mountainside.

Song Qingshi shook his head slightly and said, “If that’s true, then it’s also his ability.

These children entered the temple to practice as soon as their spiritual roots were detected. They had nothing from the beginning, no elders, no background, and even no companions.

Everything that was brought out on the stage was made by their own hands. Isn't it a reflection of his own strength that Qin Yu was able to create aphrodisiacs that could easily affect even Qi-cultivating cultivators?
The means he used might be a little despicable, but looking at this vast world of cultivation, who is flawless and spotless?"

Hearing this, Song Changxue fell silent. In this regard, Song Qingshi indeed saw it more clearly than she did...

"Kneel down."

Inside the student dormitory, Qin Ze looked more serious than ever before, exuding a majesty that did not match his age.

"Why?" Qin Yu directly retorted.

"Because an elder brother is like a father, and because my mother asked me to discipline you well before I left home!"

"Tsk, isn't it just that he was born a quarter of an hour earlier than me?
Kneel down." Although he was unhappy, Qin Yu still knelt down obediently, with his head bowed and an appearance of listening to instructions.

Qin Ze took out a bamboo board that was three feet long and one inch wide and hit Qin Yu on the back mercilessly, making a crisp sound.

"Qin Ze, you're crazy!" Qin Yu suddenly jumped up in pain and shouted angrily.

"Your Majesty!"

Qin Yu's eyes were red, and he knelt down again with his fists clenched.

He slapped him twice more, and then Qin Ze asked in a deep voice: "You can obviously win by strength, why do you have to use such a despicable method?"

Hearing this, Qin Yu stiffened his neck and shouted, "How can this be considered despicable? My medicine-making skills were taught by the master in the palace. What's wrong with me using them in actual combat?"

"The teacher taught you how to make medicine, why don't you use poison? You used [Happy Powder] in public, you lost all your face.

If Elder Qingshi hadn't stood by you today, would you still have a future in the family? " Qin Ze's eyes were full of regret. His younger brother was talented and capable, but he did things without considering the consequences.

He didn't object to Qin Yu using any means to win. What made him angry was that Qin Yu almost got himself involved this time. If the elder in charge of Fengyu Hall was Song Changxue instead of Song Qingshi, based on what he did today, he would have to be lucky not to get into the finals, let alone lose some skin.

After all, the thoughts of righteous cultivators are still relatively conservative, and what Qin Yu did today was really too dangerous.

Hearing what Qin Ze said, Qin Yu's attitude softened, and he muttered, "Most of my poisons are very strong. Even if you take the antidote after being poisoned, it will still cause irreparable damage to your body, which is not good for your path.

In contrast, you don’t have to consider these things when using [Happy Powder]. ”

"Oh... get up." Qin Ze threw away the bamboo board in his hand and sighed deeply.

"In tomorrow's final, show your true strength and don't think too much. With your strength, the only one who can beat you is Jiang Ling."

"understood."

……

There was no conversation that night, and the final of the selection competition quietly began.

Song Qingshi climbed onto the platform and said in a deep voice: "The rules of the competition are very simple. There are six stages in total. After two hours, the one who is still standing on the stage will win.

Please note that each person has only two chances to challenge. If the challenge opportunities are used up and a player has not successfully occupied a ring, he or she will be eliminated.

After winning the challenge, the champion has the right to apply for half an hour of rest time. Each champion can be challenged up to three times.

There are still no restrictions in this battle!
I declare that the competition has begun!"

As soon as the words fell, twelve people rushed out together, fighting for the six arenas, everyone wanted to seize the initiative.

There were people fighting for each arena, but Jiang Ling had chosen only herself as her target. It was obvious that no one wanted to stroke Jiang Ling's tiger whiskers at this moment, after all, she was the only Qi training level 7 cultivator present.

There are six arenas, it’s not worth it.

Seeing that no one was going to provoke her, Jiang Ling felt relieved and sat down cross-legged on the stage, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Apart from her, the competition in the other five arenas was fierce and no one was willing to give in.

The advantages of the two brothers Qin Ze and Qin Yu were reflected at this moment. They were in tune with each other and when they joined hands, they were so tacit that they seemed like the same person.

The two took turns covering each other and soon occupied the second and third arenas.

The fourth arena fell into Song Xue's hands, and the fifth and sixth were owned by Chen Yu and Li Heng respectively.

The six arenas were allocated, and Wu Chi, who was one step behind, was the first to challenge Li Heng.

Wu Chi has been practicing physical training since he was young, and has already mastered tendon training. His strength is equivalent to that of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. Although Li Heng's cultivation is also very good, it is still far behind Wu Chi. He was defeated in less than an incense stick of time.

Seeing Wu Chi win, Bai Hong and others also became eager to make a move and launched challenges one after another, but still no one dared to provoke Jiang Ling.

Except for a few, everyone's strength is not much different, so the competition for the ring is particularly fierce.

Li Heng, who was pulled down by Wu Chi at the beginning, unexpectedly emerged and defeated Song Xue and occupied the arena that belonged to her.

Bai Hong also defeated Chen Yu, but was immediately pulled down by Wang Zhao.

After an hour, the first eliminated player appeared, and then five more players were eliminated because they ran out of challenges. In the end, only Jiang Ling, Qin Ze, Qin Yu, Chen Yu, Li Heng, and Wu Chi were left standing on the stage.

Among them, only Jiang Ling did not accept any challenge from beginning to end and won directly.

The brothers Qin Ze and Qin Yu were given special care. Each of them was challenged three times. This was the aftereffect of relying on aphrodisiac to win yesterday.

Fortunately, the two of them were very strong and managed to handle it all.

Song Qingshi flew into the air on his sword and announced loudly: "The selection competition is officially over. The defeated disciples please report to the Dark Hall as quickly as possible. The winning disciples will follow me."

"We will obey."

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In the dim underground passage, Song Qingshi led the way in front, while Jiang Ling and others followed behind him, closely.

The group came to a huge underground palace. Song Qingshi motioned for everyone to sit down on the bamboo chairs. Then he waved his hand on the table, and six identical iron masks appeared in front of everyone.

The iron mask looked like an evil ghost, flashing a faint cold light under the bright candlelight, which made people feel chilly.

“This mask is made of [Nine Nether Cold Iron] and has inscriptions inside. It can block divine consciousness and help conceal one’s own aura.

Once you wear this mask, you are not allowed to take it off without permission. At the same time, it also means that you have officially become a member of the Hidden Hall. You can now make a choice.

Put on this mask... or, return the way you came."

Hearing this, the six people's eyes fell on the mask on the table.

Qin Yu was the first to step forward, reaching out to pick up one of the masks, feeling the slight chill of the mask, and put it on his face without hesitation, saying proudly: "How about it, am I cool when I wear this mask?"

For a moment, the five of them turned their eyes away tacitly, and Jiang Ling even spat and cursed him as a lecher.

"Ahem, if it's not cool, then it's not cool. What's the point of not talking?"

No one paid any attention to him, and people came forward one after another and put the masks on their faces.

Having gone through so much trouble to get to this point, it was impossible for them to retreat.

Song Qingshi nodded in satisfaction and said, "Yes, from now on, you will be the first batch of reserve hidden guards of the Hidden Hall. You will get the best training resources of the family, and you will have the opportunity to get guidance from the supreme elders and the clan leader. In short, the family will never treat you unfairly."

"Preparation? Elder, why is it preparation? How can one become a formal hidden guard?" Qin Yu couldn't help but jump out again.

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "There is only one condition to become a formal hidden guard, and that is to break through the foundation building stage. When you break through the foundation building stage, you will become a qualified hidden guard."

"Building a foundation? Such harsh conditions." Qin Yu muttered.

"Why, you don't even have this much confidence?"

"Who can guarantee this?" Qin Yu said with a wry smile.

"Shut up." Qin Ze glared at his brother, then bowed to Song Qingshi and said, "I hope the elder can rest assured. We will practice hard to repay the family's kindness in training us."

"Well, there are many rooms here. You can choose any one you like. This elder still has things to deal with. Please do as you please."

"Farewell, Elder!"

……

Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

In a secret room at the top of Cangmang Peak, Song Changsheng sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding his breath and concentrating his mind. Strands of starlight shone on his body, making him look even more extraordinary.

A burning force spread upward from his lower abdomen, and Song Changsheng only felt that a barrier in his body seemed to be broken at this moment.

"boom--"

The majestic magical power swept around like a hurricane.

"call--"

After a while, the aura that had been emanating quickly subsided. Song Changsheng opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said with a hint of joy: "The medicinal power of this [Ten Thousand Flower Dew] is indeed extraordinary."

After four years of seclusion, Song Changsheng finally made one step further and broke through to the middle stage of Purple Mansion. This year, he is fifty-one years old, but his cultivation has surpassed many predecessors.

Song Changsheng waved his sleeves, and the door cracked open. Rays of light of different colors poured in and hovered in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and casually tapped one of the streams of light, and suddenly a piece of information appeared in his mind. This was what Song Qingxing left behind before he left. Unlike last time, this time he clearly explained where he was going, but did not mention the abyss.

"The world of cultivation in Lu State... Could it be that the message back then was really about Xing'er?" Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although he had never been to the abyss, its name was well-known to him.

"Forget it. Everyone has their own destiny. I hope... he won't do anything impulsive."

Song Changsheng shook his head slightly and clicked on another stream of light.

This was the message sent back by Song Qingyun, which recorded all the trivial matters of his experience in Tuozhou, including every detail, even missing what he had for lunch.

But Song Changsheng read it very seriously, and when he saw the last word, the smile on his face became extremely intense.

"It turns out that actual combat can temper a person. Yun'er has really grown a lot in the past few years, but this Su Xiaoxiao..." Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Song Qingyun recorded in the message that he met a wandering cultivator named Su Xiaoxiao during his training. The two trained and explored together. His joy could be seen just from the text.

Even a fool could see that Song Qingyun had developed a crush on Su Xiaoxiao.

Song Changsheng couldn't decide whether this was a good or bad thing.

He took out a flying sword for communication, and with his finger like a pen, he carved a sentence on it: "If you have time, bring it back to see me."

After writing, the flying sword turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance.

Receiving the information contained in the flowing light one by one, Song Changsheng had a clearer understanding of everything that had happened in the family in the past four years.

"The family has developed very rapidly in recent years. During my time of seclusion, six more foundation-building monks were born. I really want to go out and take a look. Unfortunately, it's a pity that if you don't worry about thieves stealing, you'll be afraid of thieves thinking about it."

Song Changsheng sighed quietly. He had received news that the Jinwu Sect held a birthday banquet for Su Ding last year to celebrate his 1,200th birthday. Su Ye came in person to hand over the invitation, and Song Xianming went on his behalf on the pretext that Song Changsheng was in seclusion.

It seemed that he had escaped again, but the sense of urgency in his heart became heavier.

"I still have to keep surviving. I hope that when I wake up next time, I can see a completely different world in Da Qi..."

...(End of chapter)