Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The warm and bright sunshine shone on Song Changsheng's face, causing him to squint his eyes unconsciously. He knew without looking back that Song Xianming had not followed, and he needed to walk the rest of the way alone.

Stepping out of the hall and into the square, he felt the gratified and eager eyes of Song Xianyun, heard the chorus of hundreds of Song clan members, and saw the glistening tears in the corners of Xia Yunxue's eyes.

He also saw Song Qingxi with a solemn expression, Zhuang Yuechan standing in the crowd, and Xiao Lingyun holding Jin Xuan in his arms...

The faces of these people were full of joy and their eyes were full of expectation.

A strong wind suddenly rose, blowing the flag embroidered with the family emblem, and his robes rustled in the wind. At this moment, the doubts in his heart seemed to be answered.

In the main hall, he knelt on the futon, facing the tablets of the past clan leaders, and thought a lot in his mind.

Song Taiyi, the first generation patriarch, started from scratch and established the foundation of the Song family from scratch.

Song Chuer, the second-generation patriarch, led the family along the way, deeply rooted in the Yue Mountains, which was difficult to achieve in the world.

Song Yun, the patriarch of the third generation clan, returned to his majestic position, commanding Lingzhou and becoming famous, making the Song family extremely glorious.

Song Yunhan, the fourth-generation patriarch, continued to live in the family crisis, opening up business routes, promoting marriages, establishing family rules, quelling civil strife, reviving the family, and supporting the building from collapse.

Song Xianming, the patriarch of the fifth generation, succeeded to the throne in front of the emperor. He resolved the family's crisis and worked hard to lead the family to regain its former glory.

Each patriarch of the Song family had their own mission, and they all accomplished it well and dedicated everything they had to the family.

Song Xianming's actions during his reign have deeply affected Song Changsheng.

This made him feel a little confused. Can he really do as well as them?
This question has been lingering in his heart until just now, he had the answer in his heart.

The tribesmen are willing to believe in him and believe that he can lead the family to climb higher mountains and achieve more dazzling glory.

If that's the case, then why should he be confused?

"Everyone, please stand up. Changsheng will definitely live up to everyone's high expectations!" Song Changsheng said sincerely. This was his promise to all his clan members. After saying this, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

At this moment, all the Song clan members cheered heartily and deafeningly. They welcomed a new head of the family, and the family had a bright future!

Song Xianyun raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, hunched over and quietly retreated, leaving the stage to Song Changsheng.

At this time, a neat recitation suddenly sounded: "Be close to the same clan, respect teachers, love the old and the young, and prohibit private fighting..."

The three-character clan rules belonging to the Song family echoed in the world, and everyone's eyes were attracted. They saw an old master-like monk leading a group of young children to the edge of the square.

They were only five or six years old, each holding a jade slip in their hands, their immature little faces tense, and they read the clan rules loudly.

This is a compulsory course for all members of the Song clan, and it is also the most valuable asset left to the family by Song Yunhan, the fourth generation patriarch.

"Defend foreign enemies, strive for the lead, share honor and disgrace, live and die together..."

Gradually, everyone in the Song clan present began to recite it. It was a little messy at first, but then it became more and more orderly, and the voice gradually rose to the sky.

At this moment, they were like a whole.

In the crowd, Jiang Shuming felt the surrounding atmosphere and said with emotion to Yuan Tianshu on the side: "You are full of energy, brother Yuan, the Song family has really not flown for a hundred years, it is a blockbuster.

With Song Xiaoyou's talent, in his hands, the Song family may not be able to become the next Luoxia City in the future. "

Yuan Tianshu turned his head in surprise and said, "Brother Jiang is so optimistic about Song Xiaoyou?"

Jiang Shuming's evaluation can be said to be extremely serious. In the world of Daqi cultivation, Luoxia City is an extremely special existence. In the past, it was the unrivaled number one force under the two major sects.

And now, the Great City Lord is the only Jindan Daoist who is not from one of the two major sects in Daqi cultivation world for thousands of years.

Jiang Shuming's comparison of the Song family and Luoxia City was indeed a bit too bold. After all, the current Song family's strength was still at the bottom among the major Zifu forces.

Although Yuan Tianshu was also very optimistic about Song Changsheng, he had never made such a bold idea.

Facing his question, Jiang Shuming said quietly: "Song Xiaoyou is only in his early thirties this year, right?"

Yuan Tianshu was startled, and then suddenly realized

The 30-year-old Foundation-Building Dzogchen, how many years has it been since the Daqi cultivation world appeared?

Song Changsheng was well-spoken and steady in his dealings, and he had already become famous many years ago, so people often overlooked his age inadvertently.

After Jiang Shuming reminded Yuan Tianshu, he suddenly realized that Song Changsheng was only thirty years old and already at the peak of the foundation building period.

How long did he use it? He couldn't remember whether it was fifty years or a hundred years.

For such a genius, will Zifuqi become his bottleneck?
Yuan Tianshu didn't think so. In this way, what Jiang Shuming said seemed to be slightly possible. Looking at the high-spirited figure on the high platform, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

At the same time, in the sky above Cangmang Peak, two beautiful figures stood in the clouds, also looking at the figure on the high platform, but one of them still focused his eyes more on the Soul Lamp Palace, as if he wanted to see through the layers of layers. What do you see in the glazed tiles?

Song Changsheng knew these two people, and was even somewhat familiar with them.

One is Shen Qingxiu, a jade-faced Rakshasa, and the other is Xiao Qingwan, who has a hard time getting back together with the old man.

After staring at him for a long time, Shen Qingxiu said softly: "You're already here, why don't you go down and meet him. What happened back then was not entirely his fault."

"So what if I see you?" Xiao Qingwan asked back.

Shen Qingxiu was speechless for a moment, "Yeah, so what if I saw him, his grandson is already so old. It is said that the boy also adopted a child, who is also five years old this year."

"Since you haven't seen me, why did you come here specifically?" This is what Shen Qingxiu is confused about. She was indifferent to Song Xianming's Zifu ceremony before and only asked herself to help ask a question. This time she came instead.

"I have nothing to do, just take a look. This kid is better than his father." Xiao Qingwan said calmly.

Shen Qingxiu couldn't help rolling her eyes. Even a three-year-old child couldn't believe this reason, let alone she was already three hundred years old.

……

The ceremony lasted until sunset, and everyone in the Song family was filled with joy. To put it in the secular world, it was like celebrating the New Year.

Song Changsheng, who had changed into a light blue gown, and Zhuang Yuechan, who had taken off her veil, were walking side by side on the narrow path. The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, everything was still, and the atmosphere was a little subtle. Suddenly, Zhuang Yuechan stopped, gently held her hair with her jade hands, and said with a smile: "Congratulations on succeeding as the clan leader. Looking at the entire Daqi cultivation world, such a young helmsman is the only one."

"The patriarch represents a heavy responsibility. I just feel a lot of pressure. Why are you so happy?" Song Changsheng stretched out his hand to pluck a green willow leaf and said with a wry smile on his face.

In fact, responsibility is only one aspect, and the main reason is tiredness.

Song Changsheng would rather practice twelve hours a day than sit with a stick of incense in the General Affairs Hall, but dealing with general affairs is just one of the many daily affairs of the clan leader.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel dizzy every time he thought of the mountains of servants.

Look at how shrewd the old man is. He spent the first twenty years in seclusion to recover from his injuries and kept his ears to the outside. Now he has broken through the Purple Mansion and quit after working for a few days.

He doesn't suffer much from the patriarch!

Zhuang Yuechan was used to some strange terms suddenly popping out of Song Changsheng's mouth. Seeing Song Changsheng's hopeless look, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and chuckled: "You can actually be less tired. Master, you have been so tired these years." Rarely deal with general affairs.”

These words awakened Song Changsheng. The situations of the Song family and Luoxia City were actually very similar.

Luoxia City is said to have three city lords as co-directors, but the big city lord Shenlong has never been seen, and the three city lords are notorious for their elusive whereabouts. In the end, Zhan Tianxia alone shouldered everything.

The same goes for the Song family. After Song Xianming was injured, Song Xianyun has been taking care of the family.

Isn't everything developing well now? Luoxia City has advanced to the Golden Elixir Sect, the Song family has become one of the Seven Hopes, and the future is bright.

From this point of view, it doesn't seem to matter whether the clan leader handles general affairs. Leave it to the tools... ah no, just leave it to the great elder. He only needs to assume the responsibility of the helmsman and grasp the direction.

Thinking of this, Song Changsheng suddenly felt very good, and the idea suddenly came to his mind: Song Luzhou, who was playing chess with Song Xianming in the Ruiyun Palace, sneezed inexplicably.

"By the way, Master asked me to bring you a message. He already knows about the Thunder King Palace. He has contacted Jindan Zhenren of the Golden Crow Sect and Tianmai Sect and designated the Thunder King Palace as a demonic force. As long as they appear in the world, Qi Xiu Zhenjie will be jointly suppressed.

But don't be careless in everything. This can only prevent people from the Thunder King Palace from entering Daqi in large numbers, but there will always be some fish that slip through the net. Master asks you to be more careful and ask if you need help.

He said...we are a family. "At the end of the sentence, Zhuang Yuechan couldn't help but blush. Although she knew that Mu Guibai's words were saying that the two families were allies and should help each other, she didn't know why, but she always felt that there was something else in the words.

These brief words reflected Mu Guibai's love and care for him. For a moment, Song Changsheng felt warm and warm in his heart: "It's the student's fault for alarming the teacher, but I can't get away now, and I still look at the moon." Chan said hello to the teacher for me."

The lingering glow on Zhuang Yuechan's face still lingered, and she nodded gently when she heard the words, but said nothing.

The two of them walked in the night like this, and unknowingly came to the edge of Luoyue Cliff. Song Changsheng smiled at the beauty beside him and said:
"In front of you is the place where I practiced cultivation when I was a child. There is a small stone pavilion there with a panoramic view of thousands of mountains and rivers. You can see the sun in the early morning and the moon in the late night. The scenery is different throughout the year. It is a rare viewing platform on the Cangwu Peak."

Zhuang Yuechan's beautiful eyes lit up and she quickly expressed her desire to go and have a look.

Song Changsheng was all right, but when the two arrived, they found that there were already people in the stone pavilion at Luoyue Cliff.

It was a tall and exquisite figure, wearing a light green chest-length skirt, with black silk silk reaching her waist, and the cold moonlight was shining on it, making her roots glow silvery white.

She stood quietly in the stone pavilion, looking into the distance with her eyes. The breeze blew her skirt, making her graceful and graceful, like an elf under the moon.

"She is……"

For some reason, Zhuang Yuechan felt a strong sense of longing and loneliness when she saw the back figure in the stone pavilion.

Song Changsheng's eyes were a little complicated, he sighed and said softly: "Qingxi, my eldest brother's only daughter, my niece."

"She... seems to be waiting for something?"

"She is waiting for someone, day after day, night after night."

For more than three years, no news about Song Qingxing has come back. No one knows where he went, they only know that he is still alive, that's all.

Since he left, Song Qingxi has almost only two places left in Cangmang Peak, one is Soul Lantern Palace, and the other is Luoyue Cliff.

She rarely even went to Song Changsheng's small courtyard.

Later, she invited herself to the Wood Spirit Vein to cultivate spiritual plants for her family, but every time she returned to Cangmang Peak, she would visit Luoyue Cliff. This was related to a promise she made.

"That person must be very important to her." Zhuang Yuechan murmured softly.

"It's very important, just like you are important to me." Song Changsheng turned to look into her eyes, his tone was very soft, but his eyes were full of determination.

Hearing this almost confession, Zhuang Yuechan's heart trembled, and her mind suddenly became confused.

"Is he confessing his love to me?"

Zhuang Yuechan looked at Song Changsheng's angular face and felt confused for a moment. Although the two of them had already gone beyond the boundaries of friends, they had always been in a state of tacit understanding. Now Song Changsheng suddenly understood this. The window paper was torn, which made her a little confused.

She didn't know how to respond to this sentence, or what to do, so she froze in place.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng took the initiative to reach out and hold Zhuang Yuechan's catkins. His hands were cold, delicate and smooth, like a piece of top-quality jade.

Zhuang Yuechan's delicate body suddenly tensed up, and her pretty face turned red to the root of her neck, but she didn't struggle and just lowered her head slightly.

Song Changsheng held her hands, looked directly at her, and said solemnly: "Yuechan, will you be my Taoist companion? From now on, we will work together to achieve success."

If the sentence just now was ambiguous, then this sentence directly reveals his feelings.

Looking at the person in front of him, he suddenly became a little nervous despite not showing any timidity in the martial arts fight with the Zifu monks.

These words had actually been brewing in his heart for a long time. He had been waiting for the right time to say them. But for some reason, they suddenly popped out of his mouth. He had no choice but to break the jar and pour it all out.

But as a man in two lives, this was the first time that he showed his feelings to a woman. He didn't know whether his judgment was right or wrong, so he could only wait for the result anxiously.

Zhuang Yuechan raised her head, her eyes as bright as the bright moon in the sky. She wrinkled her small nose and said "arrogantly": "You are so beautiful. If you want to marry me, you can't just say it."

She said this, but she couldn't suppress the joy in her eyes.

Song Changsheng, who has always been known as a straight man, felt like a blessed soul at this moment. He pulled Zhuang Yuechan into his arms with his hands...

...(End of chapter)