Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 75 Song Xianming comes out of seclusion

Chang Wudao glanced at them lightly, waved his sleeves, and the two of them flew out directly, falling to the ground and not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Who did it?" After venting his anger for a while, Chang Wudao looked at Li Tiancheng aside and asked indifferently, showing no emotion or anger.

Li Tiancheng felt a chill in his heart. Based on his understanding of Chang Wudao, this was just the calm before the storm.

Chang Wudao had a son in his old age, and he had always held it in his hands for fear of dropping it, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting. Now that it is in a secret realm, there may be another bloody storm.

"Reporting to my uncle, the murderer of Tianhua is Song Changsheng, who is the grandson of Song Xianming."

"Song Changsheng? Is he the one who hurt Hua'er before?" Chang Wudao's eyes showed surging murderous intent, and his powerful momentum burst out, making Li Tiancheng's chest feel a little stuffy.

"Exactly." Li Tiancheng replied quickly.

"It's really good. I want him to be buried with Hua'er!" Chang Wudao said with a cold tone. He took a few steps and his sword turned into a rainbow and left.

When Li Tiancheng saw it, he immediately felt that something bad was going on, and he quickly sent a message to the door that what happened today could not be improved...

After Song Xianyun and his party returned to Cangmang Peak, he took Song Changsheng directly to Ruyun Palace and asked Song Xianming to come out.

"What happened?" Song Xianming looked at the two of them and looked at Song Xianyun aside with some confusion.

"Brother, Chang Wudao's son is dead." Song Xianyun no longer cared about etiquette at this time and said with a solemn expression.

"Huh?" Song Xianming frowned. Chang Wudao had a single seedling. If this seedling broke, he couldn't go crazy on the spot?
Song Changsheng hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Grandpa, this is all my grandson's fault. Today in the secret realm..."

He explained everything that happened in the secret realm in a few words, and then stood in front of Song Xianming with his head lowered, waiting for his punishment.

From his personal standpoint, it was reasonable for Chang Tianhua to kill them when they came to kill him, and no one could say that he did something wrong.

But Chang Tianhua and Qiu Wengui are not ordinary people after all. Their deaths have undoubtedly brought hidden dangers to the family, and they don't know how much price they have to pay to calm them down.

Song Xianming glanced at him and said calmly: "Where did you go wrong?"

"My grandson should not be so quick as to bring disaster to the family." Song Changsheng said solemnly.

"Shit."

songs You, if you don’t kill him, why don’t you let him go?

No matter who he is, just kill him. Their life is my son's life, isn't it my life?If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come and try. Old man, I'm not dead yet. I'll chop up anyone who dares to stretch out my claws! "

Song Changsheng raised his head, looked at Song Xianming's falcon-like eyes, and suddenly smiled. This was the Song Xianming who defeated Lingzhou and fought against the great monks of Zifu alone.

He solemnly cupped his hands and said, "My grandson understands."

"Hmph, if you dare to say such bastard words again, I will definitely teach you a lesson for your mother." Song Xianming let go of his hand and threatened calmly.

"Brother, I'm afraid Chang Wudao is already on his way here. Should we make some preparations?" Song Xianyun said solemnly.

Song Xianming did not answer, but turned his gaze to the distant sky and said calmly: "No need to prepare, he is already here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rumbling voice came from the distance: "Song Changsheng, get out and die!"

"Follow me." Song Xianming put a hand on Song Changsheng's shoulder, took one step forward, and a formation flag appeared at his feet, carrying them down the mountain.

At this time, Cangmang Peak felt like facing a formidable enemy from top to bottom. The clan protection formation had been activated. Song Luzhou, Song Luyao, Song Luhuai and other foundation-building monks on the mountain all came out with their swords and faced off with a figure in black robes. The atmosphere was solemn. To the extreme. "Chang Wudao, why are you so crazy? How dare you come to Cangmang Peak to act so recklessly!" Song Luzhou looked at the murderous Chang Wudao and shouted coldly.

"Hand over Song Changsheng, or I will make your Song family bleed like a river." Chang Wudao put his hands behind his back, and there was a faint flame dancing in his eyes, as if he was talking about a small thing.

"furious."

"presumptuous!"

Song Luzhou and Song Luyao were furious and sacrificed their magic weapons to have a fight with Chang Wudao.

At this tense moment, Song Xianming led Song Changsheng to the foot of the mountain and said in a calm tone: "Zhou'er, Yao'er, you guys retreat first."

"Uncle."

"Patriarch."

Seeing Song Xianming's arrival, everyone immediately saluted respectfully.

Song Xianming nodded lightly, put Song Changsheng down, stepped on the formation flag into the air, and confronted Chang Wudao without fear.

Song Changsheng looked into the air. He was a middle-aged man wearing a black jade crown, with sword-shaped eyebrows flying at an angle, a pair of slender eyes containing sharpness, cheeks like chisels, a slender but not burly figure, wearing a thick black robe, like a An arrogant eagle, so majestic.

This was the first time that Song Changsheng met the master of the Earth Fire Sect. As expected, he was as aloof as the rumors said.

"Song Xianming, hand over your grandson, I will leave immediately." Chang Wudao said coldly.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are still so domineering and direct, but I'm afraid you are in the wrong place today." Song Xianming put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the lack of movement in his eyes.

"It seems that you don't want to cooperate. With your old age, do you think you can protect him?" Chang Wudao said coldly.

If it were 20 years ago, or even ten years ago, he would not be Song Xianming's opponent, he could only be Lingzhou's second best.

But now, his cultivation level is no longer the same as before. Song Xianming is making no progress at all and is even regressing.

If there is another battle, he is confident that he can win. This is the reason why he dares to come here alone.

Song Xianming smiled faintly and said without even raising his eyelids: "Whether it works or not, you have to try it to find out."

"Hmph, since you want to seek death, then come out and fight." Chang Wudao was furious. He just couldn't stand Song Xianming's attitude of contempt for everything.

"Uncle, don't listen to him, your body can't be tortured anymore." Song Luzhou quickly sent a message.

Song Xianming waved his hand gently and said: "After being in seclusion for so long, my bones are almost rusty. It's time to move around."

He commanded the formation flag to walk out of the clan-protecting formation, pointed in the air and said: "Go up and fight."

"Humph, I'll make it happen for you." Chang Wudao said with a trace of sarcasm on his lips, and moved towards the blue sky with his sword, followed by Song Xianming.

Song Changsheng stretched his neck and watched the two people disappear into the clouds, feeling a little anxious. Although Song Xianming was powerful, he was old after all and his physical condition was not optimistic.

Facing Chang Wudao, who is also a founder of Dzogchen, he really may not necessarily get a good deal...

(End of this chapter)