Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Looking at everyone discussing enthusiastically, Song Changsheng, who was sitting in the main seat, felt very pleased.

This is the effect he wants. He doesn't want to be the only one who has the final say in the family, nor does he want to be a dictator. What he wants is for everyone to add fuel to the fire.

No matter how good a person's brain is, there will always be mistakes. Only by brainstorming can we avoid mistakes to the greatest extent.

Of course, there is another very important reason. Being a dictator is so tiring. You have to do everything by yourself. How can you be as leisurely and comfortable as you are now?

In this meeting, he only proposed a general idea in advance, and within an incense stick of time, everyone had come up with a complete plan, and they were still constantly finding improvements. It was so convenient.

If he were thinking about it alone, he would probably still be biting the pen.

Seeing that the discussion was gradually fading, Song Changsheng knew that he could no longer slack off. He coughed lightly to show his presence, then looked at Song Luzhou and said, "Fifth Uncle, have you come up with a specific plan?"

Song Luzhou nodded slightly and said, "After intense discussions among the elders, we finally decided to abolish the family competition that was held every ten years.

The new family competition is held every five years. Regardless of age, cultivation level, occupation, or status, all cultivators in the family, including those from each branch, can participate.

The competition will be divided into two parts.

The first is a strength competition. All cultivators can sign up and are divided into a foundation-building group and a Qi-training group. These two groups will be further divided according to their age.

The Qi-cultivating monks aged eight to twelve are in one group, those aged thirteen to eighteen are in another group, those under thirty are in another group, those under sixty are in another group, and those over sixty are in another group.

The foundation-building monks are divided into two groups under the age of fifty and in another group over the age of fifty. In this way, fairness can be maximized.

The second part is the competition of the hundred arts of cultivation, which will be divided into more detailed parts, with different professions, realms, and ages to be distinguished, but it will be roughly the same as the above.

Of course, this is only a preliminary plan, which is based on the current number of monks in the family.

As the number of family members increases, we can make more detailed divisions.

Regarding the awards, in addition to the first or top three in each group, those who performed outstandingly in the competition can also receive awards after being voted on by the judges. There is no limit on the number of people who can receive awards, but they cannot be received repeatedly. "

Song Changsheng nodded in satisfaction and said, "Well, very good, let's follow this plan. Have you discussed the time for the meeting?"

"Not yet."

Everyone tacitly left this question to Song Changsheng. Delegating power is one thing, but at least our clan leader should have some sense of participation, right?
"Then let's set it for a month later, and notify them early. But not all of them can come back. The family's overseas businesses still need to be taken care of, so at least half of the people have to stay. As for who comes back and who stays, let them decide on their own.

Moreover, the cultivators who have stayed behind once will have their records kept and can directly participate next time." Song Changsheng said happily.

"The clan leader is wise!" Everyone was very tactful and offered him flattery.

Song Changsheng said with great satisfaction: "Thank you all for your hard work during this period. Go down and prepare. If you want to participate, you can also find Uncle Wu to sign up."

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and they were quite interested, so they hurried down to make preparations.

Soon, the news of the family competition spread throughout Cangmang Peak. Looking at the new competition rules, everyone was talking about it, and discussions could be heard everywhere.

The most excited ones are naturally the cultivators who have devoted themselves to the study of the various arts of cultivation. The previous family competitions have basically nothing to do with them.

Although you can participate, only a few of you can make it into the top ten.

After all, a person's energy is limited. Except for a very small number of perverts, ordinary people want to make achievements in the various arts of cultivation, but they will be a little lacking in fighting skills. There is nothing that can be done about it.

But this time, they were given a special stage to perform in front of all the senior members of the family. As long as they could catch the eyes of any elder, their future path would be smoother.

Everyone was discussing heatedly, and the two people in Ruyun Palace were not idle either.

Song Youfu licked his big face, and mysteriously approached Song Youlin who was practicing [Object Control] and said: "Xiao Linzi, do you know what I heard just now at the foot of the mountain?"

"Do not want to know."

Having lived together for several years, how could Song Youlin not know what he was thinking? He simply stopped him from talking and then practiced the [Object Control Technique] on a leaf in front of him with peace of mind.

Most people would turn around and leave if they were rejected like this, but Song Youfu changed his tone and continued, "I'd better tell you directly, the new family competition is a grand event that only happens once every five years. It is said that regardless of cultivation, age, or status, we can go.

The clan leader and elders will all be there, but you are not excited at all? With your level of cultivation, you will definitely win first place and make a big splash."

Song Youfu boasted a lot, but Song Youlin was unmoved. He said calmly: "It is important for people to know themselves. From the moment we went up the mountain, we no longer belonged to that group. It's fine to watch the excitement, but if you dare to run down the mountain, you will suffer."

"Tsk, it's really boring to talk to you. A teenager talking in the same tone as the Grand Elder, I can't do that. But you are the treasure of the clan leader and the Grand Elder. If you insist on going, they can't stop you. Then I can also benefit from you."

Song Youfu's face was full of flattery. He stretched out his hand to massage Song Youlin's shoulders and patted his back, which made Song Youlin very annoyed. He said unhappily, "If you disturb my practice again, I will throw you into the cold pool."

Hearing this threatening remark, Song Youfu glared and stopped pinching his shoulder. He stood up with a bang, looked down at Song Youlin and said, "Damn, why can't you understand good and bad words? I'm saying this for your own good.

You can count on your fingers how many years we have been in Ruoyun Palace. We just wander around this small piece of land every day. When we close our eyes, we sleep, and when we open our eyes, we practice.

Don’t you yearn for the world down the mountain at all?
What is the meaning of life?

If you don’t go down the mountain and take a look, you will become stupid.”

Listening to Song Youfu's complaints, Song Youlin didn't even look at him, and said calmly: "I think you are too idle. Have you practiced the [Object Control Technique]?"

Song Youfu rolled his eyes and said, "[Object Controlling Technique] is a high-level spell that can only be practiced by foundation-building cultivators. Can we Qi-cultivating cultivators please stop joining in the fun?

I think you should really go down the mountain and take a walk. You’ve been practicing till you’re stupid. It’s been more than ten days and this broken leaf has only moved…”

Before he could finish his words, he saw the leaf in front of Song Youlin suddenly swayed and flew up.

Song Youlin's fingers floated up and down, and the leaf also moved up and down with his fingers, as if it was hanging by an invisible thread.

"Fuck, you're a pervert. You really mastered it." Song Youfu's eyes almost popped out. He knew that Song Youlin had extraordinary comprehension and high-level spells could not stump him, but he never thought that he could master it so quickly. You know, [Object Control Technique] is also one of the most difficult high-level spells.

Song Youlin had only been practicing for more than ten days, and he had already mastered it?

"I just touched the surface. It won't work if I change to something heavier. I need more practice." Song Youlin blew the leaf away and responded calmly.

"What's the matter? You still want to control a mountain?" Song Youfu's face was full of black lines. He always felt that they were not cultivating the same immortal, which was too discouraging. Seeing that he continued to indulge in cultivation, Song Youfu shook his head helplessly, got up and left. He really couldn't talk to this crazy cultivator. His lips were almost worn out, but this guy was still unmoved.

"Ah, the family competition is so lively. I really want to go. I really shouldn't have gone up the mountain in the first place."

Looking at the clouds floating leisurely in the sky, Song Youfu lamented in his heart, feeling that his future was bleak.

Seeing Song Youfu leave, Song Youlin stopped practicing and sighed slightly. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, there is no one who doesn't like to join in the fun.

During these years in the mountains, he was full of yearning for the outside world. When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he couldn't help but reminisce about his childhood at the foot of the mountain.

But he deeply understands the responsibility he shoulders.

There is only one natural spiritual root in ten thousand.

He enjoyed the best resources of the family, everything in the family was tilted towards him, and the clan leader and the supreme elder were full of expectations for him.

Every bit of the family's resources did not come from the wind. Countless members of the family contributed silently in secret. He was a beneficiary, a freeloader. Up to now, he has not created any value for the family.

Therefore, from the moment he went up the mountain, he secretly made up his mind that he must achieve results, so as not to disappoint their expectations.

During the eight years he spent in the mountains, he never slacked off for even a single day, no matter how cold or hot it was, in order to meet the requirements of the Grand Elder as soon as possible and contribute to the family.

"Building the foundation."

Song Youlin murmured softly and clenched his fists unconsciously. The Supreme Elder once said that as long as he broke through the foundation, he could go down the mountain.

He is now getting closer and closer to this goal.

"Practice."

After secretly encouraging himself, he took out a one-foot-long wooden stake and placed it in front of him, continuing to practice the [Object Control Technique].

The weight difference between the wooden stake and the leaves was more than a hundred times. No matter how hard he tried, he could only make the wooden stake tremble slightly.

But Song Youlin did not lose heart. He practiced again and again until the sun set. Finally, he was able to make the wooden stake fly. Although it was only an inch or two above the ground and could not stay up for long, he was already very satisfied.

Looking at the sky which was about to darken, he took out a [Bigu Pill] to fill his stomach, and then went straight to the cold pool behind the Ruoyun Palace.

The bone-chilling coldness hit me in the face, as if to freeze my soul.

Song Youlin was already used to it. He took out the control token of the formation and opened a small gap. The cold air accumulated in the cold pool seemed to have found an outlet and all poured out through the gap.

The brown land was covered with a layer of ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Youlin, who was standing at the gap, was naturally not spared. His feet were soon covered by ice crystals, which spread upwards at an extremely fast speed.

Song Youlin took out a fiery red pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. A burning breath emanated from him from inside to outside, and the ice crystals crawling on his body quickly melted away.

He also took the opportunity to sit down cross-legged and let his body be washed by the cold air.

With his level of cultivation, he is not able to enter the cold pool to practice. Even if he faces the surging cold air, he has to rely on the [Fire Pill] refined by a special person, otherwise he will be in danger of being frozen into an ice sculpture.

Because of this, since the Cold Pool was established by Song Changsheng, only a small number of family cultivators have dared to come here to use the cold air to strengthen their bodies.

Even those monks who dare to try it basically only do so once every ten days or half a month. After all, the feeling of being dying when being corroded by the cold is not pleasant, and it takes a certain amount of time to adjust.

But Song Youlin has gotten used to it. He exercises in this way for an hour every day. It has become a routine that he cannot change.

In comparison, Song Youfu was just fishing for two days and drying his nets for three days, and he was also very lazy in his practice.

Song Youlin was a little dissatisfied with his attitude. There were so many people who wanted to come here to practice but didn't have the chance, but he didn't know how to cherish it at all.

Of course, even though he couldn't stand it, he never blamed Song Youfu for anything. Everyone has their own aspirations, and he couldn't impose his ideas on others. The only thing he had to do was not to be influenced by him.

In less than an incense stick of time, Song Youlin's whole body was frozen and numb. The bone-chilling cold wrapped around him and penetrated every pore, and the blood flow in his body also slowed down.

His breathing gradually became weaker.

"cold……"

"It's so cold..."

Song Youlin could no longer feel the existence of his own body. His soul trembled uncontrollably under the erosion of the cold air, and he felt that he might die at any time.

An hour seemed longer than a century.

When the hour was over, Song Youlin was left with only a faint consciousness.

Song Xianming came silently behind him and felt distressed when he saw how hard he was trying.

He waved his hand to close the formation, then channeled his magic power into Song Youlin's vest to protect his fragile heart, then carefully picked him up and walked towards the bath room.

When Song Youlin woke up, he was already soaking in a small pool, surrounded by hot steam and feeling warm all over.

Glancing down, I saw it was still the familiar brown color, boiling under the action of the underground fire. Some scorpions, centipedes and some unknown insects were faintly floating on the surface, which looked quite creepy.

Taking this kind of medicinal bath is also a part of daily practice. It can help Song Youlin eliminate the coldness remaining in the body and repair hidden injuries in the body.

It was precisely because of this medicinal bath that he dared to practice in the cold pool every day, otherwise he would have been frozen to death long ago.

"In one month, the family will hold a big competition. You should also sign up to participate." Song Xianming's voice came faintly from the side.

Song Youlin was stunned.

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...(End of chapter)