Chapter 142 The Old Patriarch Departs

When he came to Xiaoyao Sect three years ago, Song Qingming was only a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator. He walked for a month to reach Yangshanfang purely on his own.

Now, Song Qingming, who is flying high in the sky with a flying sword under his feet, overlooks the beautiful scenery below. He has finally experienced the pleasure that only high-level cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation can have.

Song Qingming, who has just embarked on the path of cultivation, has the greatest expectation for the path of immortal cultivation, not some illusory immortality, but to be able to soar freely in the sky and see all the beautiful scenery in the world like the high-level cultivators recorded in the classics.

Freely walking on the flying sword, this is the immortal path he wanted most at the beginning.

The most important step for a foundation-building cultivator to fly with a sword is to attach his physical body to the spiritual light of the ritual artifact, so that he can control the flying sword at will.

However, if you want to fly with a sword, it is better to have a flying sword of level 2 or above.

However, Song Qingming had just established his foundation, and he was really poor. His only second-level defensive magic weapon could not be used as a flying sword.

For this reason, Song Qingming could only temporarily purchase a first-level high-quality flying sword in Yangshanfang as a substitute. The spiritual light on the first-level flying sword was limited, and it could only support one person standing on it at most. The speed was not as fast as the second-level flying sword. If Song Qingming wanted to travel as fast as Xu Ziyan, he would have to get a second-level flying sword in the future.

In any case, more than 30 years have passed since he entered the immortal path at the age of ten. Song Qingming finally achieved his wish for many years. Touching the incomplete map that was still sewn on his chest, Song Qingming couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It was really not easy for him to come all the way now.

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In Funiu Mountain, in the Song family meeting room, the clan leader Song Changfeng was discussing clan affairs with several Song family elders.

Unexpectedly, before they finished talking, a teenager of seventeen or eighteen suddenly rushed in from outside the door.

"Uncle Thirteen, Uncle Thirteen" Seeing that there were more than one person sitting in the meeting room, the young man gagged instantly, and couldn't say the following words all of a sudden.

"Xinhu, tell me quickly. What happened!" Seeing Song Xinhu with a panicked face, the law enforcement elder Song Changxiong, who didn't know the reason, asked quickly with a displeased look on his face.

The clan leader 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 Seven is back and has already gone up the mountain!"

Song Changfeng smiled and nodded and said to everyone: "Since Qingming is back, everyone follow me to welcome him. Let's discuss this matter later. It's also good to listen to Qingming's opinion."

"It's just that Qingming is back, why are you so nervous? You have been practicing for so long, can you be a little more promising?" Facing the honest Song Xinhu, Song Changxiong sighed and shook his head, and followed everyone out of the meeting room.

As they walked out of the meeting room, they didn't expect that a sword light suddenly flew across the sky behind the meeting room, circled in front of the meeting room, and landed steadily.

After Song Qingming put away the flying sword under his feet, he walked towards the Song family with a smile on his face.

"Flying with a sword, 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.

After seeing Song Qingming, the others also opened their mouths wide.

"Uncle Thirteen, it's only been a few years, can't you recognize me?" Song Qingming walked up to the crowd and smiled at Song Changxiong, who looked dazed.

Song Changfeng looked at Song Qingming, who had become a foundation-building cultivator, and his eyes suddenly turned red. After shedding two long-lost tears, he slowly said, "It's a pity that my fourth uncle didn't see this day."

In the Song family cemetery on the back of Funiu Mountain, Song Qingming, who had just returned, looked at the newly erected tombstone in front of him and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"My fourth uncle had been unconscious half a year ago, and would occasionally wake up for a while. He only passed away in the cave three months ago. The older generation of them talked most about revitalizing the family until they died. Fortunately, in your hands, they can finally complete the wishes of these elders." After Song Changfeng finished speaking, he walked forward and poured a glass of wine on the old patriarch's tombstone.

This time when Song Qingming went to Xiaoyao Sect, he accidentally missed the last meeting with the old patriarch. After building the foundation, the reason why Song Qingming was so anxious to come back was that he wanted to come back to see the old patriarch as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, he was still a step late.

Since the death of the great elder, including his own father, Song Qingming has lost several elders who were very important to him.

The old patriarch has worked hard to support the Song family for decades. In the minds of the younger generations like Song Qingming, he and the great elder were the greatest support of the Song family. Now that the old generation of cultivators have basically left, it is their turn to stand up and protect the descendants of the Song family.

After paying homage to the old patriarch, Song Qingming sorted out his mood and got up to return to his cave.

Just after returning to the cave on the top of the mountain, Song Qingyu and Song Qingsi, who had not seen each other for several years, came to the door again.

"Seventh brother, congratulations on your success in building the foundation." Seeing Song Qingming, who had become a foundation-building cultivator, Song Qingyu seemed to be a little disappointed.

Song Qingming looked at the two carefully and said, "You have already broken through the late stage of Qi Refining. You have been practicing diligently in the past few years. Qingsi, how are you learning the formation now? How many formations can you set up now?"

"I can only barely set up some simple formations, but I am already quite proficient in the spirit gathering formation." Seeing his half-master, Song Qingsi answered shyly.

Song Qingming nodded and continued, "What do you two want to do for me?"

"Seventh brother, it's like this, we want to ask you for a favor, and this matter is also very simple for you."

"You tell me first." Before Song Qingyu finished speaking, Song Qingming interrupted her and asked her to get to the point 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. Uncle Jiu said that this spirit beast egg needs a person with deep magic power to continuously use spiritual power to catalyze it in order to hatch it quickly. Brother Qi, you are already a foundation-building cultivator, I think you can definitely do it." After listening, Song Qingming shook his head and said, "Do you two want me to be a laborer for you? I am a foundation-building cultivator, don't I need to practice?" "Brother Qi, just help us try. For this spirit beast egg, Sister Shi and I spent more than a hundred spirit stones. If it can't be hatched, we will lose a lot." "Take it out first. I want to see what kind of spirit beast egg can cheat you of so many spirit stones." Seeing that Song Qingsi, who had never asked him for help, also had a pleading look on his face, Song Qingming hesitated for a while but still couldn't bear to refuse again.