Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 64 Qingxi and Qingxing (please order first)
"Ouch."

"What are you doing?" Song Changsheng covered his head and grinned.

"Humph, you brat is still taking care of your grandpa." Song Xianming waved his arm to throw the pole again, and his face had returned to its usual indifference.

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me. Why are you beating someone?" Song Changsheng muttered in a low voice while eyeing the jade pendant around Song Xianming's waist.

"Don't you just want to know something about Luoxia City? Don't think too much, just do whatever you want. The grudges of the older generation will not affect you."

"That Niu Dazhuang wants to eat me, and he says it won't affect him." Song Changsheng curled his lips.

A trace of anger appeared on Song Xianming's face, but disappeared in an instant. He said calmly: "That's a reckless man. You don't need to pay attention to him. He won't really attack you."

"But..." Song Changsheng wanted to ask more questions.

But Song Xianming waved his hand directly, and the formation of the Cloud Palace instantly pushed him out. In just the blink of an eye, Song Changsheng was already standing outside the hall.

"What is Grandpa hiding from me? Is it really related to the jade pendant?" He just asked tentatively, and Song Xianming's reaction undoubtedly confirmed his guess.

Although Song Xianming was full of gossip, there was nothing he could do if Song Xianming didn't tell him. She just wanted to pry his mouth open one day.

……

Back in the courtyard, after spending a few days with her mother, it was time to say goodbye again. Xia Yunxue was temporarily returning to her clan this time, and the fourth elder Song Luhuai was taking care of her, so she couldn't delay it any longer.

She escorted Song Changsheng safely to Xiaoqingshan before returning to the family world.

Looking at the familiar scenery, Song Changsheng felt quite warm in his heart.

"I wonder if that fish succeeded." He thought of the spiritual fish that begged him for tea. Three years had passed and he didn't know if it had been promoted to the second level.

I also thought about Kirigakure Tea. It showed signs of breakthrough at the beginning. I wonder if it has been promoted to the first level of the best tea now.

There are also Song Qingxi and Song Qingxing. They don't know how they are practicing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, and soon came to the shore of Mingjing Lake, rocking the boat towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The island in the center of the lake has not changed much from a few years ago. It is still the simple thatched house, the [Spirit Gathering Array] is still running, and the green plum trees are also swaying in the wind.

The only difference is that the spiritual field has become wider, and the spiritual plants planted have become more diverse.

At this time, Song Qingxi, who was wearing a green dress, was squatting and busy in the spiritual field, while Song Qingxing was sitting cross-legged under the green plum tree, practicing with a simple long sword lying across his knees, showing off his sharp edge.

Song Qingxi uprooted a few weeds, stood up and wiped her sweat, but she secretly glanced at Song Qingxing in the distance out of the corner of her eye for an unknown number of times.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingxing suddenly opened his eyes this time, startling her, and quickly looked away, pretending to be calm and pulling weeds.

She thought it was Song Qingxing who noticed her little move, but after a while she felt something was wrong. How could she be discovered if she did it so covertly?

She secretly raised her head and found that Song Qingxing was not looking at her, but staring at the lake in the distance.

"What are you looking at so fascinatedly?" Song Qingxi followed his gaze and immediately found a small boat heading towards the island, with a familiar figure standing on it.

There was a hint of surprise in Song Qingxi's big eyes, and she quickly came to the shore, folded her hands into morning glory and shouted: "Uncle——"

A smile appeared on Song Changsheng's lips, he waved to the island, and then accelerated his speed.

When he was less than a hundred meters away from the shore, Song Qingxing suddenly moved. He stood up, and the sword energy in his hand was surging.

Song Changsheng lightly stamped his foot and the boat stopped. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Song Qingxing with interest.

"Behead!" A cold voice came out of Song Qingxing's mouth, and a sword energy cut across the lake and arrived instantly.

This sword was so swift and fierce that it actually had some atmosphere.

Song Changsheng laughed and stamped his feet again. A wall of water rose out of thin air in front of him, and the sword light fell into it, but it only made a splash.

With a slight movement of his left hand, the wall of water suddenly turned into a lifelike dragon, with a big mouth that actually returned the sword light intact.

A trace of surprise appeared in Song Qingxing's eyes, and he swung his sword again. The two sword energies collided in mid-air and quickly dissipated without any trace of spiritual power spilling out, demonstrating his superb control over his own spiritual power.

"Yes, it seems that you have not wasted these few years." Song Changsheng cheered loudly and tapped the bow of the boat with his toes. Like a flying swallow spreading its wings, it crossed the lake nearly [-] meters and landed lightly on the island.

Song Qingxing sheathed his long sword and said coldly: "How did you do it?"

Song Changsheng knew what he was referring to, and smiled and said: "It's just a superficial use of the art of water control. You can't reach the hall of elegance, but you, your control of your own spiritual power is no weaker than some monks in the late stage of Qi training. ”

"How is it better than you?"

"That's still a little short of that."

Song Qingxing's eyes flashed but he did not refute.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingxi was frightened when she saw them drawing their swords as soon as they met, and ran to Song Qingxing and asked loudly.

"Try to see how big the gap is with him." Song Qingxing replied indifferently, and then added after thinking: "I have good control and will not hurt him."

"Then you can't use the sword against your uncle. What's the second rule of the clan?" Song Qingxi didn't buy it, and shouted with her hands on her hips.

Song Qingxing was stunned. He really didn't know what was written in the clan rules.

"Ahem, the second rule of the clan rules is that those who commit the following offenses will be punished." Song Changsheng reminded with "kindness".

"Did you hear that? Why don't you go face the wall and think about it?" Song Qingxi wrinkled her nose.

Song Qingxing nodded expressionlessly, and actually turned to the side to face the wall. Although he was only practicing facing the wall, Song Changsheng was still amazed by what he saw.

This guy really has no temper in front of Qingxi. It seems that he made this move very wisely.

"Our Xi'er is so majestic." Song Changsheng smiled and touched Song Qingxi's little head.

The little girl is already 12 years old and has almost reached the height of Song Changsheng's chest.

A trace of blush appeared on her little face, she hugged Song Changsheng's arm and said coquettishly: "Uncle will make fun of Xi'er as soon as he comes back."

"Hahaha, I'm not making fun of you. How are you doing here?" Song Changsheng came to sit down at the stone table under the green plum tree and asked.

"It's good. Grandpa Twelve often tells stories to Xi'er." Song Qingxi said happily.

The twelfth grandpa she was talking about was the fourth elder Song Luhuai. He was usually responsible for guiding the two of them in their cultivation, but he was still in the mortal world and had not returned.

The cultivation level of both of them has not fallen behind. Song Qingxing is 14 years old this year and has already reached the sixth level of Qi training, which is faster than Song Changsheng's back then.

Qingxi was two years younger, but he was still at the fourth level of Qi training. He had made great progress, which made Song Changsheng very pleased.

"Just get used to it. Uncle brought you a gift." Song Changsheng smiled slightly and took out two exquisitely wrapped gift boxes...

(End of this chapter)