Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

When Song Qingli woke up, what he saw was the familiar ceiling and a pungent smell of medicine filled his nose.

She was so familiar with this smell.

Slowly sitting up, he looked around and found himself in her room. He stretched out his delicate fingers to pinch his brows and whispered softly, "Is this a dream?"

At this time, Song Qingyun came in with a copper basin, and said with a dark face, "If I hadn't come here today, you would still be lying in the rice field."

When she saw him, Song Qingli's eyes lit up obviously, so much so that she didn't hear clearly what he said afterwards.

Seeing her daydreaming, Song Qingyun couldn't help but glare at her, then twisted a hot handkerchief for her and said, "Wipe your face."

Song Qingli said thank you in a mosquito-like voice, then took it and carefully wiped the pale face.

"How long has this been going on?"

Song Qingyun came and sat down beside the bed and asked with a sullen look on his face.

He fainted as soon as he arrived. He couldn't believe it was such a coincidence. This must not be the first time, and it happened very frequently.

Song Qingli wiped her face silently, not knowing how to respond.

"I remember that when you were in the academy, your illness would flare up from time to time. Later, you started practicing, and although your body was a little weak, your condition improved. How come your condition has become more serious now that you have reached a higher level of cultivation?"

Speaking of this, Song Qingli, who was wiping her face, burst out laughing.

"You can still laugh at this time."

"I just remembered that when we were in school, you either skipped classes or slept every day, and the teacher was almost mad at you.

You were right next to me when I fainted during my first attack, and you even thought I was asleep and slept with me.

Recalling the days of his youth, Song Qingli's eyes were filled with smiles, and his originally pale cheeks also had a bit more color.

Song Qingyun's face rarely turned red. He was only a few years old at that time, and the side effects of the [Dream Body] were most obvious. Sometimes he would fall asleep while walking.

During the spiritual medicine identification class, he was forcing himself to stay awake and was a little drowsy. When he saw Song Qingli slumped on the table, he thought he had met a soulmate, and he fell asleep immediately.

He only found out from others when he woke up that not long after he fell asleep, the teacher came down angrily and called them. As soon as they got closer, they saw blood all over the table and Song Qingli's face was also covered in blood. The teacher was scared half to death and immediately stopped the class and took Song Qingli to see a doctor.

According to the doctor, although the patient's life was saved, because the disease was discovered too late, the patient's Qi and blood were severely depleted, which had a great impact on the body.

After hearing about this, Song Qingyun felt extremely guilty. After all, they were classmates, and he did not notice Song Qingli's abnormality in time, so when Song Qingli was resting at home, he would go to visit her from time to time.

After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other.

After their spiritual roots were detected, they transferred to a higher level school. Because of her introverted personality, Song Qingli followed Song Qingyun like a little tail all day long, and the two formed a deep friendship, like brother and sister.

Later, the Rong family and the Lieyang Sect jointly invaded, and Song Qingli's parents died for the family at the same time. Since then, she has been living alone.

Fortunately, her family was very kind to her. Not only did she avoid the actual combat trials after adulthood, she also did not have to complete family tasks, and she had no shortage of food, clothing, and cultivation resources.

At that time, Xia Yunxue even wanted to take her to her side and raise her, but she refused.

Later, Song Qingyun went to Tuozhou for training. Except for a few occasional contacts, they had not seen each other for several years.

Therefore, Song Qingyun was not clear about the changes in Song Qingli's body. After seeing it today, it was obviously not optimistic.

"I have always taken medicine to control it."

After a long time, under Song Qingyun's stern gaze, Song Qingli spoke in a soft voice.

"Is it the same medicine as before? Will it still be effective after taking it for so long?" Song Qingyun frowned slightly. He knew that Song Qingli was suffering from an extremely rare and serious disease. This disease was neither difficult nor incurable. As long as one broke through the foundation and the life level was sublimated, the disease would disappear.

But the problem is that after getting sick, the efficiency of cultivation will be greatly reduced, and it will be difficult to concentrate on retreat, so it will be easier said than done to break through the foundation.

Therefore, Song Qingli can only use elixirs to control it now.

"I have changed it several times and it still works."

"That's because you're too tired. Planting so many spiritual fields, does the family need your energy?" Song Qingyun said with a look of reproach in his eyes.

“Brother, the other brothers and sisters started to contribute to the family after they became adults.

And I, for more than 20 years, have never done anything for the family. Instead, I have been sucking the family's blood. I cannot accept all this calmly. I am not a waste, nor am I disabled. I just want to do my part for the family."

Seeing the stubbornness on her face, Song Qingyun's heart couldn't help but soften, and he said gently: "Don't be in a hurry to contribute to the family. When you get well, there will be plenty of places that need your help.

Listen to me, stop planting these spiritual fields, practice hard and break through the foundation as soon as possible."

Song Qingli did not answer his question, but smiled faintly and said, "I haven't congratulated you on your successful breakthrough yet. From now on, you are the elder of the family."

"What's the use of being an elder?" A figure slowly emerged in his mind, and a gloomy look flashed across Song Qingyun's eyes.

Song Qingli caught the subtle changes on his face. She realized that compared to a few years ago, Song Qingyun seemed to have aged a lot. There were even some gray hairs on his temples. He was only 25 years old...

This discovery made Song Qingli feel a pain in his heart. He must have experienced a lot in the past few years.

"Brother, tell me what the world below the mountain is like."

Song Qingyun did not notice the change in Song Qingli's mood. With a touch of reminiscence in his eyes, he said, "There is so much to say about the world below the mountain. I can't finish talking about it in a few days and nights."

He reached out and ruffled Song Qingli's hair and said, "It's too late today. You should have a good rest. I'll tell you more later when I have time."

"Okay." Song Qingli responded obediently.

Song Qingyun helped her lie down, covered her with a quilt, and then placed a storage bag next to her pillow.

"Here's a little gift I brought you from Dingyuan City. Open it after you've rested and see if you like it."

Song Qingli shook her head slightly and said, "As long as you come back safely, you don't have to bring me a gift. It's too expensive."

"Okay, just a little gift, I'm leaving now."

After he left, the huge room fell silent again. Song Qingli picked up the storage bag beside the pillow, opened it and found that in addition to a small pile of spirit stones, there was also a gorgeous wide-sleeved fairy dress.

Song Qingli's eyes suddenly misted up. Before her mother passed away, she once said that she would give her a wide-sleeved fairy dress...

When Song Qingyun returned to the courtyard, he found Song Changsheng piecing together some white fragments with strange patterns.

"Father, what are you doing..."

"I'm back. Come sit down. I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

He went to sit next to Song Changsheng and looked at the pile of debris curiously. "It's like this, your fifth grandfather wants to arrange a marriage for you, and I want to ask for your opinion."

"Marriage?" Song Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and only came back to his senses after a long while. He said stiffly, "Father, you should know that I will not marry any other woman except Xiaoxiao. Please reject Fifth Grandpa's kindness for me."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng put down the fragments in his hand and sighed faintly: "I knew you would say that, but this marriage... is not easy to refuse.

Yun'er, you are not a child anymore, and you should be aware of some of the family rules.

This marriage was a joint decision of the family elders."

Song Qingyun couldn't help but remain silent. He certainly knew what Song Changsheng meant.

He is a cultivator from another family. Although he was adopted by Song Changsheng, if he wants to be included in the Song family genealogy, he must marry a woman from the Song family after he reaches adulthood.

He knew all of this, and he really had no objection to it before.

However, after meeting Su Xiaoxiao, his heart could no longer accommodate a second person. He could not do anything to let her down because it would be a betrayal.

"I know you like Su Xiaoxiao, but she has left you. You may never see her again in your life. If you can't find her, will you not start a family?

You are the only surviving bloodline of the Ling family!"

"Father, from the moment you adopted me, my last name has been Song."

When the Ling family was sacrificed, Song Qingyun was just a baby in swaddling clothes. The words "Ling family" were too far away for him.

Of course, he was also willing to carry on the "Ling family" incense, but definitely not with someone he didn't love. If that was the case, he would rather the family bloodline end with him.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene fell into silence.

To be fair, Song Changsheng did not want to force Song Qingyun, but he had his reasons for doing so.

Su Xiaoxiao, definitely not a good match...

The father and son looked at each other in silence. After a while, Song Changsheng said quietly, "Can't you let it go?"

"Father, can you let go of Aunt Chan?" Song Qingyun asked back.

Song Changsheng's breath stagnated and he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head. He had to admit that Song Qingyun was a lot like him, really a lot like him. Sometimes he even doubted whether it was because he had not gotten married yet that God couldn't stand it anymore and gave him a son in this way.

Father is father, son is son, son is father, no one knows the father better than the son. If he himself can't let go, how can he let others let go?

Thinking of this, he slowly stood up and said calmly: "Do you know what kind of situation you will face in the family if you refuse?"

"The kid knows."

The Song family rules are strict, and anyone who dares to violate them will face the corresponding consequences.

And he has already made that preparation.

"It's good that you know. I will reject this matter for you." Song Changsheng nodded slightly, put away the Daoyun fragments on the table and walked towards the General Affairs Hall...

Song Luzhou had just finished dealing with the chores delivered in the morning and was about to take a break when he saw Song Changsheng walking into the hall with his hands behind his back.

"What brings you here today?" Song Luzhou came up to him with a smile.

"I'm here for Yun'er's marriage."

"Oh? Have you discussed it with him?"

Hearing this, Song Changsheng shook his head and said tactfully: "No, I went back and thought about it. Yun'er is still young, and it is too early to get married now. Keeping Yang Yuan will also be beneficial for him to break through the Purple Mansion in the future."

He didn't tell the truth in the end.

But Song Luzhou has helped him manage the family for so many years, how could he be fooled so easily? He immediately said with a smile: "This has no impact, Xing'er and Xi'er have been married for so many years, haven't they also maintained restraint?
We cultivators form Taoist partners not just for the sake of temporary physical pleasure.

How about this, we can arrange the marriage first, and then have the formal ceremony when the time is right, isn't that the same thing?"

"Let's talk about it after you have found a suitable candidate." Song Changsheng said a few perfunctorily, and then left the General Affairs Hall on the pretext of going to Luoxia City to discuss important matters.

Looking at his departing back, Song Luzhou frowned slightly...

Reluctantly putting the matter aside, Song Changsheng took the space teleportation array to Luoxia City. He came here for three things. One was to deliver the sorted Daoyun fragments, and the other was to see if there was any new progress in the interrogation of the Nine Dispersed People.

As long as the Haoran Alliance is not eliminated, he will always feel like there is a thorn in his heart.

The last thing, of course, was to visit Zhuang Yuechan and tell him the good news that Song Qingyun had broken through to the foundation building stage.

There weren’t many people on Tianyin Mountain who didn’t know him. As soon as he approached, a disciple greeted him respectfully.

"Is Elder Niu on the mountain?"

"Report to the elder, Elder Niu is protecting the eldest brother."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng frowned slightly. Yin Shang has been in seclusion for many years to break through the Purple Mansion, but he has not come out yet. Could something unexpected have happened?

He suppressed the bad thoughts in his heart, nodded and said, "I understand, you go down first."

After sending away the disciple who was leading the way, Song Changsheng came to Zhuang Yuechan's residence with ease, sat beside the bed and chatted with her, and then went to the main hall to meet the city lord.

"teacher."

"Have you been to Chan'er?" Mu Guibai put down the jade slip in his hand and asked in a gentle voice.

"I've been there, teacher. These are the fragments of Dao rhyme that I sorted out." Song Changsheng took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I have sorted out what Zhengchun brought back. Remember to make a copy before you leave."

"Thank you, teacher. Did the interrogation yield any results?"

"If you hadn't come today, I would have sent someone to inform you. In addition to what you asked, there was new progress yesterday."

"Could it be that we have found the headquarters of the Haoran Alliance?" Song Changsheng looked delighted.

Unexpectedly, Mu Guibai shook his head slightly and said, "No, but it's not far off. We have learned the exact location of the ancient battlefield in their hands.

We also know the next time the ancient battlefield will open, and many members of the Haoran Alliance will participate.

I have asked Tian to contact all the sects and schools, and the leaders should be arriving soon. Since you are here, you should stay and join us."

"Disciple, obey."

...(End of chapter)