Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

After seeing Peng Siying off, Song Changsheng looked at the two tokens in his hand with a smile on his face. These were important resources for the Song family's future.

With them, and by facilitating the Four Realms Alliance to obtain the external supply channels promised by Peng Zhengxiong, the Song family can be said to have truly established a foundation for eternity and completely completed the class leap.

"It's not easy." Song Changsheng sighed softly. Suddenly, he felt an urge to go to the Soul Lamp Palace.

Meet the ancestors of the family and tell them about the current situation of the family. After six hundred years and nine generations of people who fought one after another and sacrificed their lives, the family has finally made it through.

"I just hope that your spirits in heaven can continue to bless our family."

Song Changsheng thought quietly for a while, opened his eyes, looked at the dark night outside the window, called the deacon on duty outside the hall in and asked, "Is Jianxu still waiting at the foot of the mountain?"

The deacon responded respectfully, "He is still waiting at the foot of the mountain, but he is not the only one. There is also a great Purple Mansion cultivator named Zhang Ming waiting at the foot of the mountain. He has been kneeling since the end of the Golden Elixir Ceremony."

"Zhang Ming?" Song Changsheng scanned with his spiritual sense, frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you let him leave?"

He had also heard of this person. He was a casual cultivator who came from the Da Xiao cultivation world to attend the Golden Elixir Ceremony. Limited by his qualifications and cultivation resources, he was already very old, and his cultivation had not made much progress since breaking through the early Purple Mansion stage.

But just because he came to attend his Golden Elixir Ceremony this time and listened to Song Changsheng's preaching, he actually broke through his own bottleneck and reached the middle stage of Purple Mansion, which caused quite a stir at the time.

Later, after the ceremony, Zhang Ming requested to meet Song Changsheng and wanted to stay and serve him. There were quite a few people like him at that time.

Song Changsheng was busy discussing matters with the other immortals, so he handed the matter over to Song Changxiu and Song Luyun and asked them to get rid of this group of people.

Of course there are sincere people among these people, but there are probably many with ulterior motives as well. They come from all over the world and their composition is very complicated, so it is difficult to investigate them.

So, according to Song Changsheng's intention at the time, it would be enough to just send them away.

Most people left at that time, but no one expected that Zhang Ming had waited until now, and he had been kneeling outside the Song family's mountain gate until now, regardless of the people coming and going.

This made him a little interested in this person.

"Then let Jianxu continue to wait, and invite Zhang Ming over to meet him."

"As ordered."

After a while, the deacon came in with a pale middle-aged monk.

Before Song Changsheng could make any move, Zhang Ming simply lifted his clothes, knelt down with a plop, and paid homage.

"Junior Zhang Ming, I pay my respects to Master Zixu."

"What's going on? Please get up quickly, young friend." Song Changsheng stretched out his hand and helped Zhang Ming up.

"I am indebted to you, senior. I have finally made a breakthrough after years of hardship. I will never forget this kindness. Unfortunately, I am short of money and cannot repay you. I can only thank you for the time being and repay you in the future." Zhang Ming said sincerely.

"It's just a coincidence. Don't mind it, my friend. A man's knees are made of gold." Song Changsheng said this, but he was secretly sizing him up.

The first time he saw him, Song Changsheng felt that he did not seem to be a casual cultivator. He had an extremely special aura and looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was at the moment.

"I will never forget your kindness in achieving enlightenment. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to serve you day and night and be at your service."

"My friend, it is not easy to practice cultivation. Why do you have to be so self-deprecating?" From the man's tone, Song Changsheng still felt some sincerity in it.

It has to be said that the surrender of a Purple Mansion cultivator is still very tempting, and the two parties also have an indirect master-disciple relationship.

"Who is your master, young friend?" Song Changsheng motioned Zhang Ming to sit down, and then began to question him about his background.

Zhang Ming was a little reserved and answered honestly, "I have no apprenticeship, my parents are mortals who work in the fields, and my ancestors have no chance to become immortals.

At the Immortal Ascension Conference held by the upper sect, the younger generation's spiritual roots were detected, but because they were too poor, they were not favored by the immortal envoys of the upper sect.

But at that time, the military of the Xian Dynasty was also recruiting people, so he joined the military and practiced Taoism in the army. I served at the border for eighty years and was promoted to Qu Junhou due to my merits.

Later, because he encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, he applied to withdraw from the army and wandered around looking for opportunities until now.

I am ashamed to come here. I have been stagnant in the early stage of Purple Mansion for more than a hundred years. Wu Weihou was my former general who led us to guard Tianxian Pass. I saw him at the ceremony just now, but I didn’t dare to step forward to greet him. "

A trace of bitterness appeared on Zhang Ming's face.

After listening to his narration, Song Changsheng's heart showed a hint of understanding. No wonder he always felt that Zhang Ming was different from ordinary cultivators. He had an inexplicable temperament. It turned out that he was a military man, and his temperament had something in common with Weiwu Hou.

In the Da Xiao Xian Dynasty, five hundred people form a group, and the head of a group is also called a Qu Junhou, a grassroots military officer. In the Da Xiao Xian Dynasty with strict class structure, Zhang Ming was still at the foundation-building stage when he left the army, and it was already very good for him to be able to get this position.

And what he said was true, his spiritual roots were indeed very poor, he only had five spiritual roots, no wonder those cultivation sects would not accept him.

Sects are different from families, and being picky is the norm. Some sects have even gone to the point of not accepting anyone unless they have three spiritual roots or above.

It is extremely difficult for someone with his spiritual roots to cultivate to his current level, especially in a place like the army, where both the skills and resources for cultivation are extremely limited.

To have his current level of cultivation, he really fought his way through the frontiers with swords and guns. The fact that he could break through the bottleneck by listening to a sermon proved that his comprehension was not bad.

As his cultivation level improves, the constraints of his spiritual roots on him will gradually decrease, and the proportion of his understanding will gradually increase. Zhang Ming has already passed the most difficult period.

This shows that he is also a talented person with great potential.

"As far as I know, there are barbarians knocking at Tianxian Pass, and King Xiao has already sent nearly 10,000 more soldiers. Since you used to be the Marquis of Qujun, why don't you join the army and serve?
With your current level of cultivation, it is no problem for you to lead an army alone, so why bother staying in the Song family and wasting your time?" Song Changsheng shook his head and said.

"I've been wandering outside for too long, and I've lost touch with the wild habits that have made it impossible for me to fit in. I just hope that Master can give me a place to settle down." Zhang Ming sighed.

"The Song family is not recruiting guest officials for the time being. If you really want to stay, go to Jiangzhou and have a look."

Song Changsheng decided to observe for a while longer. If the person is suitable, it would be fine to accept him. After he broke through the Jindan stage, the situation around the Song family had completely stabilized. It would not be a problem to accept a few more guests in the Zifu stage. They would be able to suppress the situation completely.

"I thank you for your kindness." Zhang Ming bowed again, then shook his head and said, "I will not go to Jiangzhou. I hope you will allow me to build a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain, eat the mist and drink the dew, and be a guard dog day and night."

"Why are you doing this?" Song Changsheng shook his head slightly. He was a Purple Mansion cultivator after all, so why should he be so humble? It was just a sermon, why was he still insisting on it?

"Please help me, sir." Zhang Ming kowtowed.

"Well, since you insist on doing this, I have a small test for you. If you can pass it, I will agree to your request.

The test I am giving you is the "Trial of Conscience". Do you dare to participate? "Song Changsheng leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes filled with invisible pressure. The Trial of Conscience is extraordinary. Those with ulterior motives would never dare to participate.

"Junior is willing to give it a try!" Zhang Ming agreed without any hesitation.

Song Changsheng stretched out his finger and gently touched Zhang Ming's brow. A faint light flashed, and Zhang Ming suddenly felt his brain go haywire, and his consciousness fell silent...

An unknown amount of time had passed before Zhang Ming slowly woke up. At first his eyes were a little confused and distracted. It took a long time for them to focus again and he found that it was already bright outside.

"You have passed my test. You can choose a suitable spiritual place a hundred miles away from Cangmang Peak to build a house. When you have figured it out, you can leave at any time."

"Thank you very much for your help." Zhang Ming was overjoyed. He kowtowed again and then retreated respectfully.

Watching him go down the mountain, Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Overall, this person is a simple one, but in some aspects he is a little hard to understand. If he can be used for one's own purposes, he will definitely be a powerful general on the battlefield.

"We have to wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

Song Changsheng called the steward who had been on duty outside the hall and asked, "Has Jianxu left?"

"Reporting to the clan leader, Sect Master Jianxu is still waiting at the foot of the mountain and insists on requesting a meeting." The deacon said respectfully.

"Haha, it seems that he is determined to see me. Well, call him in." Song Changsheng's expression suddenly turned cold.

Looking at the tall and majestic palace in front of him, Jianxu wanted to walk in with his head held high, but later he found that he simply couldn't do it. In terms of momentum, he was naturally a head shorter than the others.

Led by the deacon, he walked into the hall with a little restraint. When he saw the majestic figure sitting on the gorgeous throne, his throat couldn't help but feel a little dry.

If there was no other choice, he really didn't want to make this trip.

He had originally hoped that the arrival of the Song family from the Jinxiu Banner would be able to suppress Song Changsheng's arrogance.

However, I didn't expect that this group of people were all good looking but useless. They shouted slogans loudly, but in the end they were vulnerable and lost all their face.

Song Changsheng leaned back in his chair, looking at him quietly. His deep eyes were like a deep pool of water, captivating.

"Jianxu, hello to Master Zixu." Jianxu bowed. His back was as hard as steel. Even so, he had to bend down when facing this person who was powerful enough to stir up the world.

Song Changsheng just looked at him quietly without responding.

Jianxu gritted his teeth, bent his knees and knelt down, gritted his teeth and said: "Junior, I pay my respects to Master Zixu!"

Seeing this, Song Changsheng sat up straighter and said calmly, "Sword Sect Master, what's the matter?"

"We have offended the Tianjian Sect many times in the past. I hope that Master will be magnanimous and show mercy to everyone in the Tianjian Sect and give them a way out." Jianxu kowtowed heavily, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

Without the protection of the Tianmai Sect, the Tianjian Sect has no qualifications to compete with the current Song family.

"Why do you say that, Master Jian? Haven't the previous conflicts been resolved?" Song Changsheng said with a smile.

Jianxu's heart sank when he heard this. He was not afraid of Song Changsheng's accusation, nor was he afraid of his anger. He was just afraid that with Song Changsheng's current attitude, there would be no way to resolve the issue peacefully.

"The Tianjian Sect has now completely withdrawn from Xiangzhou and will never set foot in it again in the future."

Song Changsheng stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, and looked down at him from the high platform and said, "Master Jian may not know that I have been waiting for you, but I am very disappointed with your reaction speed.

What are you looking forward to during this time?"

Looking at Song Changsheng who seemed to see through everything, Jianxu felt a tightness in his heart for no reason.

What was he expecting? Of course, he was expecting the Song family to suffer a setback at the hands of the Jinxiu Banner Song family, so that he would have no time to care about them.

He quickly added: "Our Tianjian Sect is willing to present a copy of the Sword Scripture copied from the old Tianjian Monument to make up for our previous mistakes. I hope that Master will show mercy and forgive the Tianjian Sect's previous offense."

"The Sword Sutra?" Song Changsheng's heart moved slightly.

According to the information he had, this "Sword Sutra" was a sword-fighting classic that was compiled from the insights of successive generations of ancestors when the Tianjian Sect possessed the Tianjian Monument. It was one of the Tianjian Sect's most precious treasures.

Ever since the loss of the Heavenly Sword Monument, most of the Heavenly Sword Sect's cultivators have been relying on this volume of the Sword Scripture to practice.

Even this thing was taken out. It seems that the Tianjian Sect has invested a lot of money this time.

It is really sad to say that the once proud and upright Tianjian Sect declined to this extent in a short period of time after Jian Wushuang's death.

But is this a problem with Jianxu's ability? I'm afraid not.

Ever since Jian Wushuang failed to break through, the Tianmai Sect had a falling out with the Tianjian Sect. Now, they are directly caught between the Song family and the Tianmai Sect, and their life is extremely difficult.

And this was before the Song family officially started liquidation.

In order to preserve the orthodoxy, there is no choice but to bow to the Song family.

Seeing Jian Xu who had been reduced to dust, Song Changsheng did not make it too difficult.

There is no irreconcilable conflict between the Song family and the Tianjian Sect. All he wants is for the Tianjian Sect to bow its head.

Brushing off the Sword Scripture, Song Changsheng said calmly: "Since the Sword Sect Master is so sincere, from today onwards, those things in the past will be forgiven.

Go back."

"Thank you, Master Zixu." Jianxu forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying. He bowed and retreated respectfully.

Song Changsheng weighed the jade slip in his hand, his expression calm as usual. The current Tianjian Sect and the Song family are not on the same level at all. There is nothing to be happy about in subduing them. It can only be regarded as a small episode.

He just wanted to know how the Song family of Jinxiu Banner would respond to his declaration of war...

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ps: There are 5,000 words left and I will update them later. (End of this chapter)