Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Changsheng took the wine bucket, slightly shook off the rice grains floating on top, and poured up a bucket of wine.

The wine was green in color and slightly thick, like honey, and crystal clear.

After taking a quick sniff, the aroma of the wine was strong, even more intense than that of [Bamboo Leaf Green] and [Hundred Fruit Wine]. Song Changsheng's heart sank slightly, as if he knew where the problem lay.

After taking a sip, the first feeling is that it is thick, the second feeling is sweet, and after it goes down the throat, it feels greasy, like drinking a big mouthful of syrup.

It was thick, sweet, and greasy, without a hint of alcohol, and it didn't seem like the same thing as it smelled.

The bad taste made Song Changsheng frown subconsciously. He felt it carefully again and found that the spiritual energy contained in it was pitifully little, not as good as some high-quality second-level spiritual wines. It was far from what he expected.

However, it was not completely without gain. After he refined the wine that entered his body, he found that it did not leave impurities in his body like the rice wine seen on the market.

This discovery made Song Changsheng's eyes light up. The reason why rice wine is unpopular is that after drinking it, a large amount of impurities will remain in the body, similar to the elixir poison produced after taking elixir, which accumulates in the meridians and dantian and affects cultivation.

The pamphlet he wrote was primarily intended to address this problem.

Although this spiritual wine in front of us is a failure among failures in terms of taste and efficacy, it is a success among rice wines in that it leaves no impurities after drinking, and it is a very successful one.

Song Changsheng drank several more mouthfuls in succession, and after confirming that there was no trace left in his body after refining, he put down the wine raisin in his hand and said happily: "Mom, it seems that there is no problem with our idea. Although the effect of the rice wine brewed this time is not good, it should be mainly related to the brewing materials.

Just keep trying according to this brewing method. If the spiritual rice doesn't work, replace it with spiritual rice. If the spiritual spring doesn't work, replace it with spiritual spring. If the spiritual plants don't work, replace them with spiritual plants. You will always reap rewards if you keep trying.

I will take charge and transfer 100,000 low-grade spirit stones from the inner storehouse for you to use in the expansion and development of the winemaking workshop. If it is not enough, you can add more."

Hearing this, the spirits of everyone present were lifted a lot. The depressed mood caused by the failure of brewing suddenly dissipated with the wind. Smiles appeared on their faces again, and they began to discuss the problems encountered in the brewing process with great interest.

Seeing that everyone had regained their confidence, Song Changsheng smiled slightly, looked at Xia Yunxue and said, "Mother, didn't I provide you with two kinds of spiritual rice? Now that you have seen the [Green Pearl], what about the [Qingzhou Rice]?"

Xia Yunxue shook her head slightly and said, "I brewed a few jars of Qingzhou Rice, but the result was almost the same as that of Bizhuzhu. Even the herbal fragrance that the spiritual rice originally contained disappeared."

"Is that so? Could it be that these two kinds of spiritual rice are not suitable for brewing wine? I will ask the inner treasury to collect a few more kinds of third-level spiritual rice and spiritual springs, and try them one by one. There will always be a time when they will succeed.

The family is not short of resources now. Mother, if you need anything, just ask the elders. Don't be afraid to spend money. The more you give, the more rewards you will get in the future. "Song Changsheng comforted him softly.

Xia Yunxue nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Sheng'er, how is Yuechan? She has been in a coma for more than ten years. I hope nothing will happen to her."

"Yuechan's condition has improved slightly. She will wake up as soon as the fusion is completed." Song Changsheng said optimistically without any doubt.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yunxue's face became even more worried after she said this. She carefully considered her words and said softly, "What if... I mean what if Yuechan can't wake up, or can't wake up after sleeping for hundreds of years... then you..."

Seeing her like this, Song Changsheng gradually came to his senses and frowned, "Mom, what do you want to say?"

"Sheng'er, you also know that for cultivators of my generation, the higher our cultivation level, the more difficult it is to give birth to offspring. Although you are still very young, you are already a cultivator in the middle stage of Purple Mansion.

If you really wait for Yuechan for dozens or even hundreds of years, your cultivation will surely be much higher, and it will be even more difficult to have children by then.

Over the years, you have become everyone's backbone, and everyone hopes that you can shed more blood now..."

"mother."

For the first time in his life, Song Changsheng interrupted Xia Yunxue and said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "Yuechan was trapped in danger in order to protect the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth for me, and ended up like this.

I once made a vow that I would not marry anyone other than Yuechan in this life. If she was in a coma for ten years, I would wait for her for ten years. If she was in a coma for a hundred years, I would wait for her for a hundred years. If she never woke up, I would wait forever.

I understand what you mean, but I can't do it.

Besides, I have always treated Yun'er as my own daughter. If there ever comes a day of misfortune, Yun'er can still see me off to the end of my life."

"Yuechan is a good girl. Although I haven't met her many times, I admire her very much and have already considered her as my future daughter-in-law.

Mother has no objection to you wasting time waiting for her, but you also have to think about your deceased father. You are his only son. If you don't pass on the family line, how will I explain to your father after I die?

I raised Yun'er since he was a child, and I have always treated him as my own grandson, but the blood flowing in his body is not Song's.

If you don't want to marry someone else, you can always take a concubine. Just take a few concubines first and leave some bloodline.

Since ancient times, it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines. I think Yuechan will understand. If she wants to blame someone, then she can blame me, her selfish mother. " As she spoke, tears flashed in the corners of Xia Yunxue's eyes.

There are three types of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants. The most important thing for a cultivation family is blood inheritance. It would be fine if Song Changsheng had mediocre talent, but he has such outstanding qualifications. If he has no children, it will be a huge loss for the entire Song family.

Logically speaking, Song Changsheng should have started to get married after breaking through the Purple Mansion. After all, the higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to leave offspring.

This was Song Changsheng's original plan, but who knew that plans could not keep up with changes, and Zhuang Yuechan became like this, and there was no way to tell when she would wake up.

It has been more than ten years, and the person is still lying down, with basically no change. How can the Song family's elders not be anxious?

However, considering Song Changsheng's temper, they never brought it up. After a long ideological struggle, they finally decided to let Xia Yunxue do some ideological work on Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng sighed deeply. He could understand the thoughts of Xia Yunxue and the family elders, but that didn't mean he could accept it.

Zhuang Yuechan's future was uncertain, but he took a concubine and had a child with her. If he really did that, he would feel guilty.

Seeing that Song Changsheng didn't say anything, Xia Yunxue took out a stack of scrolls and handed them to him, saying, "The elders in the clan have already selected some candidates for you. They are all from the affiliated forces of Lingzhou and Yangzhou. Would you like to take a look first?"

Song Changsheng glanced at the pile of scrolls but did not reach out to take them.

It goes without saying that the looks of the women in the scrolls are not stunningly beautiful, but they are definitely not far behind.

Song Changsheng is not a monk, nor has he become indifferent to desires because of his practice. When he sees a pretty woman, his heart will also be moved, and he can't help but take a few more glances.

But he thinks he is not a sentimental person. His heart is very narrow, so narrow that it can only accommodate one person.

Some people might say that it was just a concubine, just for fun and not to be taken seriously, leaving a bloodline to make everyone feel at ease. Unfortunately, Song Changsheng couldn't do this kind of thing.

He is not hypocritical, he just has his own persistence in his heart.

"Mom, don't worry. My mind won't change."

After saying that, Song Changsheng turned around and left.

Looking at his departing back, Xia Yunxue sighed deeply while holding the scroll. Although she had known that this would be the outcome, she still felt...

"That's all, that's all..."

Waving her hand and putting the scroll into her storage bag, Xia Yunxue calmed down, then joined the crowd and returned to her work...

After leaving the wine-making workshop, Song Changsheng did not return to the courtyard, but turned a corner and came to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Because Song Qingxing went out for training, Song Lutao, who was in charge of the family, lacked prestige, which led to the Law Enforcement Hall becoming a parasite of the family. In a rage, Song Changsheng directly disbanded the entire Law Enforcement Hall, leaving no one alive, from the deacons to the law enforcers.

Later, Song Changsheng appointed Song Changxuan as the practical elder of the Law Enforcement Hall and asked him to reorganize the Law Enforcement Hall as soon as possible. It has been more than a month now, and it is time to test the results.

"Clan leader."

Song Changxuan ran out as fast as he could, bowed and kept glancing at Song Changsheng out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little nervous.

The purpose of Song Changsheng's visit this time was to get the lice on the monk's head - it was obvious.

Song Changxuan still vividly remembered how angry Song Changsheng was about the events in the Law Enforcement Hall. This was the first time that all the staff of a main hall were laid off at once since the Song family had been established in Cangmang Peak for 500 years.

He knew that if he could not give Song Changsheng a satisfactory answer within the specified time, he would definitely suffer the consequences in his rage.

Therefore, he has been working diligently during this period of time, basically staying in the Law Enforcement Hall every day. He dared not slack off for even a day, as the group of beautiful ladies in his family would be dissatisfied.

After glancing at him, Song Changsheng walked past him with his hands behind his back and walked into the hall.

Song Changxuan followed him carefully, and after a while, he saw Song Changsheng calmly ask, "How is the reorganization of the Law Enforcement Hall going?"

"Reporting to the clan leader, eight law enforcement deacons have been re-selected, and the law enforcers under each deacon have also been filled, a total of eighty people, and their cultivation base is above the sixth level of Qi training.

In addition, two law enforcement teams directly under the chief elder were also selected, totaling twenty-two people, all of whom had cultivation levels above the eighth level of Qi training.

These law enforcers were selected according to the strictest standards. The dirty things that happened in the past will never happen to them. If they do, their crimes will be tripled!"

In order to restore the clan's rules, Song Changxuan was really ruthless this time.

The Song family's punishment measures were strictly graded.

There are nine levels from light to heavy, namely verbal criticism, salary deduction, facing the wall, flogging, personal expulsion from the family, abolition of cultivation and expulsion to the mortal world, abolition of cultivation and expulsion from the family, death penalty, and expulsion of all members from the family within three generations.

There is basically no light sentence for a crime of the third degree, and the minimum punishment is some physical pain.

Song's whipping was not so easy to bear. It required sealing one's cultivation and whipping the back with a specially made iron thorn whip, and every whip would draw blood.

After a Qigong cultivator's cultivation is sealed, he will faint after being whipped ten times at most, and will have to stay in bed for at least a month. This is truly terrifying.

The third level of punishment is quite harsh.

Fortunately, the salary in the Law Enforcement Hall is high, on average two to three times that of other halls. Therefore, despite such harsh conditions, a large number of clansmen still sign up.

After many rounds of screening, we finally gathered these 110 people, which gave the Law Enforcement Hall a new atmosphere and appearance.

"Well, that's good. How's the thing I asked you to investigate before going?" Song Changsheng's tone was still calm, but Song Changxuan felt an indescribable anger from it.

He did not dare to neglect the matter and quickly replied, "We have already investigated clearly. There are five people who abused their positions to bully their fellow tribesmen, three of whom are palace stewards. There are sixteen people who protected others and accepted bribes, two of whom are palace stewards. There are thirty-seven people who did not enforce the law strictly, did not enforce the law effectively, and did not enforce the law correctly."

Hearing these shocking numbers, Song Changsheng laughed out of anger: "There were only nine deacons and one hundred law enforcers in the Law Enforcement Hall.

As a result, five deacons and fifty-three law enforcers were found, which was more than half of the total!
Good, good, it is really good, but in just a few years, it has become so rotten!"

Song Changxuan was startled by the overwhelming murderous intent emanating from Song Changsheng. He knew that blood would definitely be shed today, and he couldn't help but mourn for those unlucky guys in his heart for a few moments.

However, unexpectedly, Song Changsheng quickly calmed down his anger. He put his hands behind his back, looked up at the beam above, and sighed: "This matter is not only a problem of the Law Enforcement Hall. I am responsible, and the heads of each hall are also responsible.

But the main responsibility lies with me. I didn't receive any warning at all beforehand. This shows that there are problems with the family's management system.

It is never too late to mend the fold. Since the law enforcers cannot supervise themselves, I will find someone to supervise them!"

Song Changxuan's heart trembled. He knew that the good days of the Law Enforcement Hall were coming to an end.

But he couldn't make any comments on this because he was also one of the people being supervised.

After a long while, seeing that Song Changsheng's anger had dissipated a little, he asked cautiously: "Patriarch, how should we deal with those law enforcers who violated the rules? If we follow the current standards, I'm afraid it's a little... not appropriate."

Song Changxuan was really afraid that Song Changsheng would follow the current punishment standards in a fit of rage, because for what these people had done, if their crimes were aggravated to the third degree, the lightest punishment would be to have their cultivation abolished and to be sent back to the mortal world, and at least a dozen people would have to lose their heads.

These are the elite members of the family. It will take the family at least several years to recover after dealing with them.

Fortunately, Song Changsheng had not lost his mind and said coldly: "Follow the clan rules, there is no need to increase the third level."

"The clan leader is wise." Song Changxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

...(End of chapter)