Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 85 The Seventh Foundation-Building Monk

The three-eyed crow fell down in a daze. Although its body was unscathed, its soul had been chopped into pieces by the "Soul-Severing Blade".

After killing the three-eyed crow, the "Spirit-Slaying Blade" returned to the gourd, and Song Changsheng felt that its aura seemed to have become stronger.

"Senior He's weapon refining inheritance records that the 'Spirit-Slaying Blade' kills living beings to strengthen one's body. Now it seems that this is indeed the case, but the increase is too slight, right?" Song Changsheng put away the soul-slaying gourd, if there is any Thoughts.

"Wow, little uncle is so awesome." Song Qingxi's big eyes gleamed with admiration.

Song Changsheng smiled slightly, picked up the three-eyed crow and said: "It's just a little demon, we are going to..."

Before he finished speaking, the communication jade medal around his waist began to vibrate. Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. This was such a coincidence. Why did someone look for him just after he came out of seclusion?
A trace of spiritual power was poured into the jade token, and a bold voice suddenly came from inside: "I'm out of seclusion, hurry up and give me some good wine to celebrate."

Song Changsheng looked happy. Isn't this Song Lutong's voice? It seems that he has succeeded.

"Uncle?" Song Qingxi had some confusion on her face.

"It's a good thing. I want to go back to Cangmang Peak." Song Changsheng said happily.

"Okay." The little girl pursed her lips, not very interested.

After sending her back, Song Changsheng hurried back to Cangmang Peak.

He went straight to Song Lutong's residence, and as soon as they met, Song Lutong gave him a big bear hug, which made Song Changsheng's skin crawl. He said coldly: "You have broken sleeves. "

As soon as he said this, Song Lutong let him go and said with a look of disgust: "You are the only one who has that hobby. Aren't I happy?"

After a few more pleasantries, the two came to the courtyard and sat down. Song Changsheng felt the powerful aura in his body, and cupped his hands with envy: "Congratulations to the clan uncle, you have added more than a hundred years of life as soon as you entered the foundation building." , but I envy my nephew."

Under normal circumstances, Qi-training monks have a lifespan of about 120 years, foundation-building monks have a lifespan of about 240 years, and Zifu monks have a lifespan of about [-] years.

Song Lutong is not yet 40 years old, and is considered a young man among the foundation-building monks. If nothing unexpected happens, he still has nearly two hundred years of life left, how can he not be enviable?
When embarking on the path of spiritual practice, what you seek is immortality.

Hearing his words, Song Lutong waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "I also narrowly escaped death this time. How could the three stages of foundation building be so easy? I almost lost two hundred kilograms of meat there."

Song Changsheng was a little silent when he heard this. If he wanted to break through the foundation building, he needed to complete the transformation of his spiritual power, body, and soul, which was what the other party called the three levels of foundation building.

Each of these three levels is extremely dangerous. Countless people have fallen on it over the years. Song Lutong is undoubtedly lucky.

Perhaps feeling the change in the atmosphere, Song Lutong waved his hand and said: "Mother, let's not talk about the past. Do you have wine? I'm really hungry these days."

"I only have some first-level spiritual wine here, so uncle Clan, let's make do with some." Song Changsheng smiled slightly and took out a wine jar as big as his head.

He reached out and patted open the mud seal, and a strong aroma of wine immediately came out, drawing out the wine bugs of both of them.

Song Lutong's eyes shone brightly and he couldn't help but licked his lips: "How can the wine brewed by the clan sister-in-law be called just passable?"

After saying that, he held the wine jar and started drinking it fiercely. He looked like he was wolfing down the wine, as if he was afraid that Song Changsheng would steal it from him.Song Changsheng laughed dumbly, took off the gourd from his waist, and drank slowly. Although he was also drinking, his movements were much more elegant than Song Lutong.

The two of them were drinking and chatting in the courtyard. Sometimes they were cursing, sometimes they were laughing, and their conversation was very speculative.

Neither of them used their spiritual power to relieve their hangover, and they both felt a little tipsy.

Just when his head was feeling dizzy, he suddenly shivered. When he looked up, he saw three sword lights streaking across the sky and heading into the distance.

Song Changsheng frowned, and the alcohol on his body was instantly eliminated. He patted Song Lutong, who was holding the wine jar next to him, and said, "Uncle Clan, look quickly."

Song Lutong opened his eyes in confusion, and with just one glance, he suddenly became agitated. He was completely drunk, and he screamed: "Isn't that Uncle 21 and the others? With such a big battle, is this coming from the Earth Fire Gate? No way. , I have to go take a look."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, and a broad sword suddenly appeared under his feet, and his whole body turned into a rainbow and chased away.

Looking at the direction in which the few people were leaving, Song Changsheng felt like a storm was coming in his heart for some reason.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, anyone who is not blind will know that something big has happened. How many foundation-building monks are there in the family?Except for Song Xianming, everyone on the Cangwu Peak was truly outnumbered this time.

Their actions were carried out without anyone behind their backs. Everyone knew that the family's foundation-building monks had gone down the mountain. With the help of thoughtful people, various rumors were flying all over the sky, and panic spread among the clan members for a while.

With the clan leader in retreat and all the elders absent, these rumors actually tended to get worse.

Fortunately, the Family Law Enforcement Hall responded in time. Under the leadership of several deacons, the law enforcement team quickly took control of all important areas of the family and began to arrest the unscrupulous people who spread rumors.

The law enforcement team was indeed a well-trained elite. Although they were leaderless, they were still well-organized and had a reasonable division of labor. They quickly calmed down the chaos and captured several traitors with ulterior motives.

The chaos on the surface subsided, but for some reason, Song Changsheng always felt that there were undercurrents surging in places he couldn't see, which cast a haze in his heart...

In a dark secret room, an old man sitting on a high chair looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Our people haven't shown any signs of weakness, have they?"

"Reporting to my father, with your strict order, none of our people participated. The people arrested by the law enforcement team were all people from other families." The middle-aged man's attitude was very respectful.

The old man nodded slightly, holding a tea bowl and wondering what he was thinking. Seeing the middle-aged man hesitate to speak, the old man frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips a few times and said bravely: "Father, you control part of the authority of the clan protection formation. As long as you notify the Earth Fire Sect to cooperate, there is a great hope that you can take Cangmang Peak in one fell swoop. Fulfill your long-cherished wish, but why are you standing still?"

The old man didn't speak, just looked at him quietly. It wasn't until the middle-aged man started to sweat on his forehead that he slowly spoke: "Lu Sheng, do you know why I have been safe and sound for so many years?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, the old man stood up talking to himself, looked at a portrait on the wall, and said coldly: "It relies on a keen sense of crisis!"

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(End of this chapter)