Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Clan leader, Elder Niu from Luoxia City has arrived. He said he has something important to discuss with you, but he insisted on meeting you in person. It is useless for the Supreme Elder and the General Affairs Elder to come forward. He has been staying in the clan for more than a month now."

Under the high platform, the deacon sent by Song Luzhou reported loudly.

Song Changsheng opened his eyes, slowly ended his practice, and let out a long breath.

During the more than one month of seclusion here, he had been comprehending and using the Purple Mansion Furnace to refine the power of the laws day and night. He had gained a lot in recent days, which was enough to offset the previous year's hard training.

But there is one thing, the power of the laws in this space is too chaotic and too violent. Being in it for a long time will put a huge burden on the soul and body. With his level of cultivation, he can only practice for two to three months, and then he will have to spend at least six months to regulate his body.

He stood up, looked at the deacon below and said, "I understand. Let's go back to the tribe now."

It just so happened that Song Changsheng didn't want to rush things. After practicing for more than a month, it was time for him to go out and rest.

The two returned to Cangmang Peak together. Song Changsheng pushed open the door of the guest room, and a smell of alcohol immediately hit him. Niu Dazhuang was lying on the couch with his clothes open and snoring. There were scattered wine jars and wine stains that had not yet dried up all around him.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

He went forward and pushed Niu Dazhuang, but he just turned over and then became motionless again.

Song Changsheng frowned slightly, grabbed Niu Dazhuang's ankle and threw him to the ground.

There was a loud "bang" and a big hole was smashed in the floor by the back of his head. Niu Dazhuang finally woke up from the pain.

Looking at where he was, then at the big pit below him, and finally at Song Changsheng standing by with his hands folded, Niu Dazhuang asked blankly, "You did it?"

"No, you must have fallen down." Song Changsheng said seriously.

The corner of Niu Dazhuang's mouth twitched. If his spiritual consciousness had not been in an outward state, he would have almost believed it.

But he pretended to sleep first, so he couldn't say anything. He patted his butt and stood up and said, "You are finally back. Brother, I have been waiting for you here for more than a month."

Inviting him to sit down at the table, Song Changsheng replied casually: "I was in seclusion practicing before. What's wrong? Is there anything urgent?"

Niu Dazhuang slammed the jade slip on the table and said, "Oh, it was my grandfather who asked me to give this thing to you. He also asked me to exchange it for 100 jars of Bamboo Leaf Green, and 100 jars per year."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. The more he looked at the jade slip, the more familiar it seemed to him. He reached out to pick it up and took a look, and his expression suddenly changed.

At this time, Niu Dazhuang hadn't noticed the change in Song Changsheng's expression, and he continued to complain: "In my opinion, the old man has lost his mind. He wants to sell such a thing at such a high price..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished complaining, Song Changsheng took the jade slip and said, "No problem, but the family doesn't have that much inventory at the moment. I will send people to deliver it in batches, and we will settle it all at the end of the year."

"Ah? You really agree."

Niu Dazhuang's eyes almost popped out of his head. He stared at Song Changsheng for a long time and found that he didn't seem to be joking. He shouted, "Are you serious? Did the old man threaten you?"

Song Changsheng couldn't help but look at him in surprise. It seemed that Niu Dazhuang had become much braver since he broke through the Purple Mansion Stage. He even dared to make trouble for his own master. When he was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he was more docile than a lamb.

"Don't worry, my uncle is not as bad as you. In the end, I am the one who got the better deal."

"Is this true?"

"nature."

He didn't say this against his will; Song Changsheng really felt that he had gotten a great deal.

What Zhan Tianxia sent over was nothing else but the recipe of [Bamboo Leaf Green] in Zhuang Yuechan's hand.

At the beginning, he, Zhuang Yuechan and Xu Yunhe went to Xianxian Valley together to look for the flesh and scales of the Black Dragon Demon King, and met an old man who called himself Zui Weng.

They made a deal, and the reward given by Zui Weng was the recipe for brewing "Bamboo Leaf Green" wine.

At that time, Song Changsheng took the original version and made a copy for Xu Yunhe and Zhuang Yuechan respectively. The jade slip that Niu Dazhuang sent was the one he had made by hand.

The meaning of Zhan Tianxia sending this item is very simple. As long as Song Changsheng produces one hundred jars of [Bamboo Leaf Green] every year, Luoxia City will no longer brew this wine. In that case, [Bamboo Leaf Green] will be exclusive to the Song family.

One hundred jars of spirit wine may seem like a lot, but Song Changsheng still got a great bargain.

Given the size and reputation of Luoxia City, if the Song family chooses to sell [Bamboo Leaf Green], they will not be qualified to compete with it at all.

Luoxia City has its own way to cure the poison, so this wine recipe is nothing to them, and they don't care about the small profits from selling wine.

But for the Song family, [Bamboo Leaf Green] is currently the only spiritual wine that has no competitors in the market. If they want to expand their business, they cannot do without [Bamboo Leaf Green] to lead the way.

Once this uniqueness is lost, it will be fatal for the Song family.

The key point is that Luoxia City wants to sell the Song family, and there is really no reason for them to say anything. After all, [Bamboo Leaf Green] has never belonged to the Song family alone. The only commendable thing about the Song family is that they upgraded the spiritual wine, which originally had an upper limit of only the second-grade top-grade, to the third-grade lower-grade.

There is no wine-making master in Luoxia City, but Zui Weng has a close relationship with Luoxia City and can launch a better one at any time. It is very easy to defeat the Song family.

That's why Zhan Tianxia chose to send the wine recipe when [Bamboo Leaf Green] was very popular. This was to comfort Song Changsheng and also to show the attitude of Luoxia City.

However, brothers need to settle accounts clearly, and the wine cannot be given for free, so Zhan Tianxia asked him for the spiritual wine.

Producing one hundred jars of Bamboo Leaf Green every year may be a bit stressful for the Song family now, but in the long run, the Song family will get a great deal.

Difficulties are only temporary, but benefits are endless.

After exchanging pleasantries with Niu Dazhuang for a while, Song Changsheng found Song Yushi and Song Luzhou and recounted what had happened in detail.

Then he looked at Song Yushi and said, "The Luoxia City part cannot be missing no matter what. For the time being, we will deduct it from the part used by the family. The winemaking workshop must also expand its production capacity as much as possible."

Hearing this, Song Yushi hesitated and said, "We can squeeze out this part of Luoxia City, but it is a bit difficult to expand production capacity.

Brewing [Bamboo Leaf Green] requires a large amount of third-level spiritual bamboo and spiritual bamboo shoots. Currently, the third-level spiritual bamboo on Yuzhu Mountain can only barely maintain a balance. If it is expanded further, there is a risk of shrinking scale.

I suggest that we purchase third-level spiritual bamboo and bamboo shoots vigorously, and then choose a suitable place to cultivate more third-level spiritual bamboo to achieve a virtuous cycle."

"What Yu Shi said makes a lot of sense." Song Luzhou also nodded in agreement with her point of view.

"Then let's do as Sister Shi said.

Wu Bo also needs to come forward to appease the clan members. For a long period of time in the future, the family's supply of [Bamboo Leaf Green] will be greatly reduced, so that the clan members can temporarily overcome the difficulties. "

Song Luzhou waved his hand and said with full energy: "Don't worry, didn't everyone practice as usual before there was no Bamboo Leaf Green? You can't just say that you won't eat without chopsticks. I will explain it to them personally."

"I'll be troubling Uncle Wu and Sister Shi for the rest of the time." "For the sake of the family, there's no need to worry about hard work."

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The Song family's spiritual wine trade was in full swing. At the same time, after more than a month's long journey, Li Yi and Zhang Sheng finally returned successfully to the Dayu cultivation world.

"Brother Li, why don't you come with me to Tianxiao Gate? Our master has always admired you." Outside the mountain gate of Tianxiao Gate, Zhang Sheng reluctantly tried to persuade him to stay.

"If it were any other time, I would have gone in to pay my respects to Master Zhaoming, but this time I got some good wine, and I couldn't help but want to go back and share it with Master. So I have to be rude this time."

Seeing Li Yi bring up the "drunkard", Zhang Sheng stopped trying to keep him, and the two said goodbye reluctantly.

After watching Li Yi leave, Zhang Sheng looked at the two jars of spirit wine in his hand and a smile appeared on his face. With these things, his chances of winning the grand event in the near future would be much higher.

"Take it to Master to taste first."

Zhang Sheng walked towards the top of the mountain excitedly, but just when he reached halfway up the mountain, he ran into someone he disliked.

The other person was wearing a red fire phoenix robe and had long black hair draped over his shoulders. Although he was a man, he had a face more beautiful than a woman's, and his every move revealed his femininity.

As soon as they met, the other party put his hand over his bright red lips and said in a very surprised manner: "Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Zhang? How come you are back from playing with that drunkard? Did you have a smooth journey?"

Li Yiren called him "little drunkard", which was originally a compliment to his master, but it didn't sound like that when it came out of this man's mouth.

Moreover, Zhang Sheng was ordered by his master to go down the mountain for training, but in this person's mouth it became a trip for fun, and the contempt was evident in his words.

Zhang Sheng's face suddenly darkened: "Feng Lan, I have to go pay my respects to my master now. I don't have time to argue with you here."

"I am your senior brother. How dare you call me by my first name? It seems that I should teach you the rules of this sect."

Feng Lan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he waved his hand to send out a stream of energy that hit Zhang Sheng's chest directly.

Zhang Sheng changed his steps and easily avoided the attack.

"It seems that you didn't waste your cultivation when you came down the mountain this time. In that case, let's forget about today's matter."

With a cold snort, Feng Lan turned and left. After a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "The position of Young Sect Master is definitely mine. I will chop off the claws of anyone who dares to snatch it from me!"

After saying these harsh words, Feng Lan turned around and left.

Hearing this, a sneer flashed across Zhang Sheng's face. If it were before, he really didn't have the qualifications to compete with Feng Lan, but this time when he went down the mountain, not only did his cultivation level improve greatly, he also negotiated a business deal for the sect.

With the blessing of this merit, plus the favor of his master, he is already strong enough to overwhelm Feng Lan.

"Let's see who chopped whom!"

With a sneer, Zhang Sheng carried the spiritual wine and headed straight for the palace on the top of the mountain.

Not long after he left, Feng Lan appeared from nowhere and looked at Zhang Sheng's departing back with a distorted face.

"Why, why is this idiot's cultivation improving so fast, why!"

Feng Lan's teeth were clattering so loudly that he didn't even realize his nails were digging into his flesh.

He couldn't help but be angry. In terms of the time of becoming a disciple and the contribution to the sect, he far surpassed Zhang Sheng. Zhenren Zhaoming even said bluntly that he would be the future young master of the sect.

As a result, because something went wrong in his practice, he became neither male nor female, and Zhenren Zhaoming became more and more distant from him.

Not only did he never mention the matter of the young sect master, he also chose Zhang Sheng from among the new disciples as his personal disciple. Not only did he keep him by his side to teach him at all times, he also doted on him very much.

On the other hand, he was met with ridicule and contempt inside the door.

"I will take back everything that belongs to me with my own hands!" Feng Lan's eyes flashed with a deep cold light, and he disappeared into the jungle.

Zhang Sheng didn't know what Feng Lan was thinking, nor did he care. They had been enemies for a long time, and a war would come sooner or later. What he needed to do now was to improve his cultivation, make fewer mistakes, and... be filial to his master.

Arriving outside the main hall, Zhang Sheng bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple has returned from training and would like to pay his respects to Master."

"Sheng'er is back, come in."

A faint voice was heard, and the palace door burst open.

Zhang Sheng entered and soon saw a thin figure sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

"Master."

Master Zhaoming opened his eyes, looked him up and down, and said with satisfaction: "Well, not bad, you have achieved a breakthrough to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment so quickly, nearly twenty years faster than Feng Lan."

When mentioning his first disciple, a trace of pain flashed in Master Zhaoming's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and he turned to ask about Zhang Sheng's experience of going down the mountain.

Zhang Sheng repeated the story truthfully, and then handed over the two jars of Bamboo Leaf Green wine beside him as if he was offering a treasure, saying, "Master, this is a kind of spiritual wine produced by the Song family of the Purple Mansion family in the Great Qi cultivation world. It tastes very good and has the effect of dissolving elixir poison. This disciple specially brought it back for Master to taste."

"Can it cure the poison?"

Hearing this, Master Zhaoming couldn't help but become somewhat interested and asked, "Is it the Song family that Song Changsheng belongs to?"

"That's right. The one who brewed the wine was none other than Master Zixu's mother. It's a pity that I didn't get to see Master Zixu's true appearance this time. I feel deeply sorry."

"He is truly a rare genius that only appears once in a thousand years."

Zhenren Zhaoming praised slightly and became more interested in the spiritual wine. He told Zhang Sheng to pour a glass for him to taste.

As the spirit wine went down his throat, a gleam of brilliance flashed across his eyes. He put down the wine cup and said with emotion: "It is indeed extraordinary. With this thing as a supplement, the cultivation speed of the elders in the sect will definitely be able to reach a higher level. The Song family is really lucky."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sheng immediately presented the contract he had signed with the Song family and said, "I thought so too, so I took the initiative to sign a long-term cooperation contract with the Song family in the name of the sect. I hope that Master will punish me."

When Master Zhaoming took the contract and looked at it, he could not help but feel very happy. He stretched out his hand to help Zhang Sheng up and said, "This is a great achievement, he should be rewarded, why should he be punished?

It’s a pity that the number is a little less. If there is a chance in the future, we can increase the number.”

A hint of joy flashed across Zhang Sheng’s face. He knew that he had made the right bet!
...(End of chapter)