The strong wind blew, blowing the plain white mountains.
The entire Vast Peak is shrouded in a dark cloud.
"Boom..."
"Dong, dong..."
The dull and solemn bells rang out, nine times in a row.
Song Clan Disciples They all wore white plain clothes and walked out of the room in silence.
Today is the day when Song Clan holds a funeral for the war dead. Everyone on the Song Clan wears mourning.
They gathered together silently, clustering around the dozens of dark coffins.
For cultivators, all etiquette is simple, even funerals are ordinary. There is no Soul Banner, no mourning stick, not even a piece of paper money, only the extremely suppressed cries of relatives.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the Song Clan monks on the mountain gathered together. From a distance, they looked like a White Dragon.
An old man with a stooped stature staggered to the front of the team. He was the oldest person in Lineage except Song Xianming and Song Xianyun. He was already 130 years old this year.
Among Qi Condensation Cultivator whose longevity is generally only over a hundred years old, he can be called a long-lived person.
Looking at the pure whiteness in front of him, tears filled the old man's eyes. He had experienced this scene many times. For more than a hundred years, he had sent away countless Song Clan sons, including his two sons.
This time, his grandson was among them. Not even his body was left behind, and there were only a few fragments of bones in the coffin.
The old man took a deep breath and shouted vigorously, "The time is up -"
"Hold the coffin——"
"Boom"
Relatives of the deceased were carrying the coffin at the same time, and Song Changsheng was one of them. He and a girl carried Song Luyao's coffin together.
Song Luyao never married and had no descendants. After losing his legs, he adopted an orphaned child from Mortal World and was responsible for taking care of her daily life.
"The soul is back——"
Under the leadership of the old man, the group slowly walked towards Family Cemetery.
Song Clan Ancestral Mausoleum is located on the north side of Vast Peak mountainside. Over the past five hundred years, it has developed from a lonely tomb into a cemetery, where thousands of the Song Clan people rest.
After placing the coffin into the ground, Song Changsheng recited a long eulogy on behalf of Lineage and led the tribe to worship. The work was not completed until the funeral ceremony.
After everyone dispersed, Song Changsheng first came to the old man who was leading the way, bowed solemnly to the old man and said, "Grandfather, please forgive me."
Song Xiancheng nodded in a daze, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Young Clan Head, I'm sorry. I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now."
Looking at Song Xiancheng's desolate back, Song Changsheng felt extremely heavy. For Lineage, he lost two sons and a grandson.
The greatest tragedy in the world is for a person with white hair to give a gift to a person with black hair.
The rise of Lineage can never be accomplished by relying on one person alone. What Song Clan is today is the result of countless Song Clan heroes who are not afraid of life and death, overcome obstacles and build it with their lives.
There are so many like Song Xiancheng and Lineage.
Suppressing his thoughts, Song Changsheng came to Song Luyao's tomb. Looking at the words on the monument, he suddenly felt a little dazed.
Song Luyao is famous for being ruthless and selfless in Lineage. Most people in Lineage are afraid of her and afraid of her.
But she had nothing to say to her Song Changsheng. She even lost her legs trying to find a [Foundation Establishment Pill] for him.
And now, he has lost this elder.
"Long month, my condolences." Song Changsheng lowered his head and whispered to the girl kneeling in front of the tomb.
Song Changyue's eyes were swollen like peaches. Hearing this, he bowed respectfully and whispered, "Thank you, brother."
Looking at her appearance, Song Changsheng felt a little unbearable in his heart. Song Changyue lost her parents when she was six years old. Now her adoptive mother has also passed away. She is only sixteen years old...
"If you need help in the future, come to me. Although Jiu Gu has passed away, I am still there." Song Changsheng sighed deeply and walked towards another new tomb.
"Thank you so much, brother." Song Changyue bowed down Yingying, already crying...
"My condolences, brother."
"Uncle Sixteen, my condolences."
Song Changsheng bowed to them one by one, and in the end they were a little numb. Song Clan really lost too much in this battle.
After worshiping one by one, it was already midnight. Song Changsheng walked out of the ancestral mausoleum. He did not choose to go to Hall of General Affairs, but returned to his yard.
As soon as he arrived in front of the door, the courtyard door suddenly opened. Song Qingxi, dressed in plain clothes, with red eyes, fell into his arms and cried loudly, "Uncle, Eleven Grandfather is dead, Eleven Grandfather is dead..."
Song Changsheng's heart trembled. In the years when Song Qingxi first went to Little Green Mountain, Song Luhai had been teaching and protecting them. Therefore, the relationship between them was very deep.
Later, due to various reasons, they had not seen each other for several years, but unexpectedly, they heard the news of Song Luhai's death just after returning to Lineage from Mortal World.
Looking at the grieving Song Qingxi, Song Changsheng sighed quietly and could only pat her back gently, speechless for a moment.
After a while, Song Qingxi stopped his emotions and looked at the wetness on Song Changsheng's chest, feeling quite embarrassed.
Song Changsheng didn't care about this. Divine Sense scanned the yard and frowned. "Where did Qingxing go?"
His tone was a little dissatisfied. At the funeral just now, he didn't see Song Qingxing. Apart from anything else, Song Luhai had taught him a lesson, so he should go to pay homage due to circumstances, but he didn't even see a single figure.
Seemingly hearing Song Changsheng's dissatisfaction, Song Qingxi quickly explained, "He just changed into plain clothes and went out. He should have gone to Mausoleum."
Hearing this, Song Changsheng's complexion brightened slightly, which sounded like he was talking.
"It's so late. He usually lives in Vast Peak. If anything happens, I'll go find him."
After that, Song Changsheng turned back.
At this moment, everyone in Mausoleum has disappeared.
Song Qingxing slowly walked out of the darkness and came to stand in front of Song Luhai's tomb. There was still no other look on his indifferent face.
He was wearing a rare plain suit, and his hair was meticulously tied back. He stared at the tombstone quietly, motionless.
After a long time, he reached out and slowly pulled out [Traceless Sword]. This was the second time he took out the sword after getting it.
The Divine Armory Pavilion deacon once said that this sword could not be refined. He sneered at this. As long as it was Magic Artifacts, there was no such thing as being unable to be refined. The inability to refine it only meant that he was incompetent.
After all, people choose Magic Artifacts, and Magic Artifacts also chooses people.
After he got the sword, he refined it in just one night. It was also at that time that [Traceless Sword] was unsheathed for the first time.
The terrifying power of that sword was still fresh in his memory.
Therefore, he does not easily draw his sword, because he believes that using this sword to kill those mediocre people is a kind of stain on it, and he does not easily show it to others, because the sword is not a plaything.
As the long sword was unsheathed, the aura around Song Qingxing suddenly changed dramatically, and an invisible force gathered around the sword.
"Shua"
With a flash of sword light, the force of the sword swept across, with Song Qingxing itself as the center, all the weeds within a hundred feet radius were reduced to dust, but the tombstones and graves were not harmed at all. This kind of exquisite control is astonishing.
"This sword is named Sword Three. It was taught by you. I will always remember it."
Song Qingxing put his sword into its sheath, made a sword salute to Song Luhai's tombstone, and then turned around and left.
Song Changsheng, who had a panoramic view of all this in the dark, nodded happily when he saw this. All these years of hard work had not been in vain, and this crooked bamboo shoot finally showed signs of being straightened out.
"It's still humane, I can finally feel at ease now." Song Changsheng murmured to himself, feeling that the fatigue on his body had been relieved a lot.
Song Changsheng returned to the courtyard one step ahead of Song Qingxing. As soon as he entered the room, a plain hand fell on his ear and rotated 180 degrees.
Xia Yunxue knew that he was behind the door, but he didn't know that something like this would happen. He quickly begged for mercy, "Hey, mother, what are you doing? It's going to fall. It's going to fall."
Song Qingxi on the side was also shocked by this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him, "Grandma, what are you doing?"
"Where did that child come from? Tell me the truth."
With the junior present, Xia Yunxue couldn't help but let go of Song Changsheng's ears, pulled him aside and asked him coldly.
As soon as these words came out, Song Changsheng suddenly realized that it was because of this.
Because he had to participate in the war, he left Song Qingxi and the others at Mortal World. He was busy for the next few days and had no time to pick them up.
Or Song Changxuan came back to attend the funeral and brought them back.
Therefore, after attending the funeral, when Xia Yunxue came back, she saw Song Qingxi holding a child in her arms, which immediately made her black-eyed. No one could bear this for a teenage girl to go out and bring a child back.
She had been thinking wrong from the beginning, but she also considered that the little girl was thin-skinned, so she couldn't directly ask which bastard did the good deed, so the scene of entering the door happened.
Pulling the ears is to blame Song Changsheng for being indisciplined.
After thinking about this, Song Changsheng was really dumbfounded and quickly explained, "This child was adopted by a child."
He quickly recounted the cause and effect of the incident.
After listening to it, Xia Yunxue realized that he had misunderstood. He looked at Song Changsheng's ears and said distressedly, "Sheng'er, my mother wrongly blamed you. Do your ears still hurt?"
"The child is fine." Song Changsheng replied, and then struck while the iron was hot. "Mom, this child is destined to be a child, and now we have no relationship. I want to adopt him as my son. What do you think? In this way, you can also have grandchildren, right?"
I thought Xia Yunxue would not refuse, but unexpectedly she fell silent after listening to it. After a while, she sighed and said, "Sheng'er, don't make hasty decisions. There are differences between immortals and mortals. It's fine if this child has Spirit Root. What if he doesn't have Spirit Root?"
Song Changsheng heard this and sighed, "If he doesn't have Spirit Root, naturally follow Clan Rules and send him to Mortal World. Other people's children can do it, so can my child."
"Now that you have thought about it, there is nothing much to say about being a mother. You just need to remember that there are family rules. Although Lineage is allowed to adopt children, you must completely forget everything in the past, and you must marry a Song Clan woman in the future before you can be registered as Clan Register." Xia Yunxue warned.
"Those memories are painful. Now that the enemy is dead, there is no need for him to carry these heavy memories anymore. I just hope that he can grow up happily." Thinking of Song Lingyun's chubby face, a touch of warmth appeared on Song Changsheng's face. This child is really destined to him.
"Okay, when Great Elder wakes up, my mother will go and tell him in person." Since Song Changsheng said this, she was relieved.
When the two of them walked out of the corner, Song Qingxing had already come back, and he had changed his plain clothes into his usual black robe at some point.
He came directly to Song Changsheng and said, "I want to retreat."
Song Changsheng was stunned when he heard this. He knew about Song Qingxing's efforts to condense Sword Embryo. He knew that with Song Qingxing's character, he should be ready to break through Foundation Establishment soon. But what he didn't expect was that he would be so impatient.
Song Qingxi on the side also frowned and said displeasedly, "How long has it been since you broke through Qi Condensation Great Perfection? You are already preparing for Foundation Establishment. Besides, [Foundation Establishment Pill] is not even there."
Xia Yunxue also tried to persuade him, "Yes, Second Elder is already in seclusion refining [Foundation Establishment Pill]. If you wait, with your talent, Lineage will definitely give it priority."
"Yes, you are Purple Palace Seed of Lineage, Foundation Establishment has priority."
Faced with everyone's persuasion, Song Qingxing remained unmoved. He looked at Song Changsheng indifferently and said, "You can do it, so can I."
Hearing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help rolling his eyes, this guy really got into trouble with him.
He shook his head and stopped persuading him. He knew this guy's character very well, and even nine cows couldn't bring him back what he had decided.
The next day, Song Qingxing officially began to retreat, and Song Changsheng was not idle either, holding his first Clan Meeting since he temporarily replaced Patriarch.
After everyone had arrived, Song Changsheng announced the latest personnel adjustments.
Third Elder was succeeded by Xia Yunxue, who was no longer in charge of the Law Enforcement Hall and was transferred to Transmission Elder, who was responsible for teaching the minors of Lineage.
Fourth Elder is succeeded by Song Lutong.
Fifth Elder was succeeded by Song Chang'an, took charge of the Law Enforcement Hall, and rebuilt Lineage Enforcement Team.
Sixth Elder was taken over by Song Changxuan, who temporarily guarded Mortal World.
Song Changsheng gets Hall of General Affairs and Wind Whisper Hall on his own.
This appointment can be described as satisfactory, except that the arrangement for Song Lutong is not appropriate. As Lineage Fourth Elder, he has no real power.
If it weren't for Song Changsheng's strong character, everyone would doubt whether he did this just to gain power.
In the face of everyone's doubts, Song Changsheng smiled and said nothing. He and Song Lutong were almost friends, so how could he deliberately suppress him? The reason why Wind Whisper Hall was not handed over to him was because he was a reckless man and was not suitable for the delicate work of collecting intelligence.
There are no arrangements now because he will have another great use in the future.
Song Lutong has a simple idea. If there is an errand, he will do it. If there is no errand, he will practice in seclusion. There is no emotion at all.
After announcing the personnel appointments and dismissals, Song Changsheng immediately announced a shocking order, "I decided to deploy [Black Star Battleship] to intervene in Liuyun Battlefield and defeat the remaining Demon Wolf in one fell swoop."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed instantly, and Xia Yunxue and Song Chang'an directly expressed their opposition.
"Young Clan Head, Lineage really shouldn't start the war now. Besides, it's more in Lineage's interests to let Demon Wolf and Liuyun Sect consume each other." Song Chang'an stood up to dissuade them.
Song Changsheng smiled when he heard this and said, "My move is also to make profits for Lineage."