Chapter 142 The departure of the old patriarch
When he came to Xiaoyao Sect three years ago, Song Qingming was only a ninth-level Qi Refining monk. He walked purely on his legs for a month before arriving at Yangshanfang.
Now with a flying sword under his feet, Song Qingming was flying high in the sky, overlooking the beautiful scenery at his feet. He finally experienced the pleasure that only high-level monks in the world of immortality had.
Song Qingming, who has just entered the path of cultivation, his greatest expectation for the journey of cultivating immortality is not some illusory immortality, but to be able to fly freely in the sky like the high-level monks recorded in the classics. See all the beauty in this world.
Walking freely on the flying sword was what he wanted most at the beginning to have a path to immortality.
The most important step for a Foundation Establishment monk to fly with a sword is to attach his physical body to the aura of the magical weapon, so that he can control the flying sword at will.
However, if you want to fly with a sword, it is best to have a flying sword of level two or above.
It’s just that Song Qingming has just built the foundation, and he is really poor. The only second-level defensive weapon cannot be used as a flying sword.
For this reason, Song Qingming could only temporarily purchase a first-class flying sword in Yangshanfang to replace it. The aura on the first-class flying sword was limited, and it could only support one person standing on it at most. The speed is not as fast as the second-level flying sword. If Song Qingming wants to travel as fast as Xu Ziyan, he must quickly get a second-level flying sword in the future.
Anyway, more than thirty years have passed since he entered the immortal world at the age of ten. Song Qingming finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish and touched the broken picture that was still sewn on his chest. , Song Qingming couldn't help but sigh, it was really not easy for him to go all the way now.
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In Funiu Mountain, in the Song family meeting hall, the patriarch Song Changfeng was discussing family affairs with several Song elders.
Unexpectedly, before they had finished speaking, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly burst in from the door in a hurry.
"Thirteenth Uncle, Thirteenth Uncle" Seeing that there was more than one person sitting in the meeting hall, the young man gagged instantly and couldn't say the next words.
"Xinhu, tell me quickly. What happened!" Seeing the panicked Song Xinhu, Song Changxiong, the law enforcement elder who didn't know the reason, asked quickly with some displeasure on his face.
The patriarch Song Changfeng also asked the young man in a low voice: "But Lingyuan Mountain was attacked by monsters again?"
Song Xinhu shook his head and replied: "Uncle Qi is back and has already gone up the mountain! "
Song Changfeng smiled and nodded and said to everyone: "Since Qing Ming has come back, everyone will come with me to welcome him. He, let’s discuss this later and listen to Qing Ming’s opinion.”
“Isn’t it just that Qing Ming is back? Why are you so nervous? You kid has been practicing for so long, so you can do it. You can't be promising." Facing the honest-looking Song Xinhu, Song Changxiong sighed, shook his head, and followed everyone out of the meeting hall.
As soon as everyone walked out of the meeting hall, they didn't expect that a sword light suddenly flew past the sky behind the meeting hall. After spinning around in front of the meeting hall, it landed steadily.
After Song Qingming put away the flying sword at his feet, he walked towards the Song family with a smile on his face.
"Sword Flying, you are Qing Qingming!" After Song Changxiong saw the person coming in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't help shouting.
Everyone else opened their mouths after seeing Song Qingming.
"Uncle Thirteen, it's only been a few years and you don't recognize me anymore?" Song Qingming walked up to the crowd and smiled back at Song Changxiong who had a dull look on his face. Song Changfeng looked at Song Qingming, who had become a foundation-building monk, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He shed two long-lost tears and said slowly: "It's such a pity that my fourth uncle didn't even see this day."
In the Song family cemetery at the back of Funiu Mountain, Song Qingming, who had just returned, couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable when he looked at the tombstone that had just been erected in front of him.
“My fourth uncle fell unconscious half a year ago, and only wakes up occasionally. He just sat in the cave three months ago. The older generation will talk about rejuvenation the most until they die. Fortunately, the family can finally fulfill the wishes of these elders in your hands." After Song Changfeng finished speaking, he walked up and poured a glass of wine on the old patriarch's tombstone.
Song Qingming went to Xiaoyao Sect this time, but accidentally missed the last meeting with the old patriarch. After the foundation was established, the reason why Song Qingming was so anxious to come back was because he wanted to come back quickly to see the old patriarch, but he didn't expect that he was still late. One step forward.
Since the Great Elder passed away, Song Qingming has lost several elders who were very important to him, including his father.
The old patriarch has worked hard to support the Song family for decades. In the hearts of younger generations like Song Qingming, he and the first elder were the biggest support for everyone in the Song family. Now the older generation of monks have basically After leaving, it's their turn to stand up and protect the descendants of the Song family.
After paying homage to the old clan leader, Song Qingming calmed down, got up and returned to his cave.
Just after returning to the cave at the top of the mountain, Song Qingyu and Song Qingsi, whom they had not seen for several years, came to the door again.
"Seventh Brother, congratulations on your successful foundation building." Seeing Song Qingming who had become a foundation building monk, Song Qingyu seemed a little disappointed on his face.
Song Qingming looked at the two of them carefully and said: "We have already broken through to the late stage of Qi refining. We have practiced diligently in the past few years. Qingsi, how are you learning the formations now? Can you arrange them now?" How many formations are there?”
“I can still only manage to set up some simple formations, but I am already relatively proficient in the spirit gathering formation.” Song Qingsi answered a little shyly when he saw his half-master. One sentence.
Song Qingming nodded and continued: "What's the matter with you two coming to see me?"
"Seventh brother, it's like this. We want to ask you for a favor. This matter is also important to you." It's very simple."
"Speak first and listen." Before Song Qingyu could finish speaking, Song Qingming quickly interrupted her and asked her to talk about the key points directly.
Song Qingyu stuck out his tongue helplessly and continued: "Qingsi and I bought a spirit beast egg in Qinghefang. We tried several times but failed to hatch it. I heard from Uncle Jiu that this spirit beast egg could not be hatched. Beast eggs require people with deep magic power and constant use of spiritual power to hatch them quickly. Seven Brother, you are already a foundation-building monk, I think you can definitely take action."
After hearing this, Song Qingming shook his head and said, "Do you two want me to work as a coolie for you? I am a dignified foundation-building monk, don’t I need to practice?”
"Brother Seven, please help us give it a try. Sister Ten and I spent more than a hundred spirit stones for this spirit beast egg. If it cannot be hatched, we will lose a lot of money."
"You guys take it out first, I want to see what kind of spirit beast egg can actually deceive you into so many spirit stones." Seeing that Song Qingsi, who had never asked him before, also had a pleading look on his face, Song Qingming After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't bear to say no again.
(End of this chapter)