Chapter 514 Leisure time
Huang Siyuan took the Barrier Breaking Pill a few years ago, and her cultivation level also successfully broke through to the eighth level of foundation building. Her cultivation speed is actually almost catching up with Song Qingyu, but each breakthrough in the late stage of foundation building is much more difficult than the previous one. Huang Siyuan needs at least ten years to reach the state of forming a pill.
Although Song Qingyu and Huang Siyuan's current cultivation speed is not as good as those gifted Jindan seeds in Xiaoyao Sect, as long as they can start to impact the Jindan realm before the age of 150, they will have at least two opportunities to form a pill in this life.
Except for the cultivators with heavenly spiritual roots, there are very few cultivators who can successfully form a pill in one go. Among the dozen Jindan cultivators in Weiguo, except for the genius Bai Yuxian, only Yao Qianshu, the head of Xiaoyao Sect, successfully broke through the Jindan realm in one go.
Most of the others, including Song Qingming, succeeded in forming a pill only the second time. The Guangling Zhenren, who had formed a pill the most times, barely succeeded in forming a pill until the fourth time. His path was the most bumpy. He was nearly 500 years old and had just reached the fifth level of the golden pill. His path in this life was considered to have come to an end.
"A few days ago, Qingyu said that she was going to participate in the trade fair held by Guiyunfang. I thought you were going with her."
Huang Siyuan shook her head and said, "Sister Qingyu is about to form a pill, so she is anxious to search for spiritual objects for forming a pill. I am still a long way from forming a pill. There is no point in going. It is better to concentrate on practicing in the mountains and break through the ninth level of foundation building as soon as possible."
"It's a bit boring to stay in the mountains every day. Why don't we go out for a walk together!" Song Qingming smiled and stretched out his hand to hold Huang Siyuan, and the two walked out of the cave slowly together.
After walking down the mountain, Song Qingming took Huang Siyuan to walk and chat, strolling in the beautiful scenery of Funiu Mountain.
In the past few years, Song Qingming was busy refining the Golden Pill Corpse Puppet, and Huang Siyuan was studying the way of alchemy. The two spent most of their time in seclusion, and it has been a long time since they enjoyed such leisure time together.
Unlike Song Qingming, who went out alone when he was still in the Qi Refining Stage and had already traveled half of Weiguo, Huang Siyuan has been practicing in a fixed place most of the time since she entered the Taoism. She rarely travels alone. She is immediately happy to have free time to watch the flowers and enjoy the scenery.
The two went down from the top of the mountain, walking and stopping among the mountains and rivers, and soon came to the foot of Funiu Mountain, next to Mujiao Town where Song Qingming was born.
In recent years, because the Song family has been promoted to the Golden Pill Immortal Clan, the family territory has expanded rapidly, and the cultivators in the family are often insufficient. For this reason, the elders who manage the daily affairs of the family, such as Song Yuanfang, have also made many policies to encourage mortals to give birth.
The number of mortals directly controlled by the Song family has increased rapidly over the years, and the total population has risen to nearly 300,000. If nothing unexpected happens, in another 20 to 30 years, the Song family should surpass the Huang family of Taiyuan Mountain and become the immortal cultivation family with the largest number of mortals in Qinghe County.
The increase in the number of mortals will also increase the number of new cultivators in the Song family rapidly. When Song Qingming just built his foundation, the family would find a child with spiritual roots every two or three years on average. Even if it was only a cultivator with four or five spiritual roots, there would be celebrations on Funiu Mountain.
The current Song family has children with spiritual roots sent to the mountain almost every year. Even cultivators with three spiritual roots are no longer a rare thing. The overall number of cultivators has already exceeded that of the family when they first built their foundation.
The population in Mujiao Town today has increased several times more than a hundred years ago. It has become a large town that can gather more than 80,000 mortals. The streets in the town are also much more prosperous than before, and can be compared with the mortal town that has developed for a thousand years under the Huang family's Taiyuan Mountain.
Song Qingming and his companions who entered the town deliberately suppressed their cultivation and disguised themselves as ordinary mortals, so as not to alarm the cultivators stationed in the town.
With the promulgation of many policies that benefit mortals, the monsters within a hundred miles around Funiu Mountain were quickly swept away by the family law enforcement team. Now, even within a few dozen miles of Funiu Mountain, mortals have begun to appear.
Without the threat of monsters, the lives of these ordinary mortals in Mujiao Town have become more prosperous than before. Most of the faces on the streets are filled with gentle smiles that can only be found in a good life.
Huang Siyuan has lived in the mountains since she was a child because her parents are both cultivators. She has not had much contact with ordinary mortals. Now she has walked into the mortals under the mountain. As a foundation-building cultivator who usually looks high above, she is also curious and pulls Song Qingming to watch.
Seeing Huang Siyuan looking envious at others buying things, Song Qingming remembered that the two ancestors of their family did not seem to have the gold and silver that ordinary people usually use, so he quickly sent a message to the Song family cultivator guarding Mujiao Town, asking him to send some gold and silver.
Knowing that his ancestor suddenly came down the mountain to his place, the "Yuan" cultivator stationed in Mujiao Town was also shocked and hurriedly sent a large bag of gold and silver to Song Qingming, the ancestor.
With money on her, Huang Siyuan's smile on her face became brighter as she walked on the street.
"Husband, this noodle is obviously not very delicious. How can these people eat so happily? Is it that the taste we cultivators taste is different?" Huang Siyuan, who was sitting in a noodle restaurant, looked up and asked with a puzzled look.
Huang Siyuan just took a bite of a bowl of clear soup noodles that looked exactly the same, and immediately frowned and put down the chopsticks in her hands. Several ordinary mortals sitting not far from the two of them had already eaten the noodles before they were served. They had finished eating and were still drinking the soup in their bowls with gusto.
Song Qingming shook his head slightly and explained: "It tastes the same. I also ate it at the foot of the mountain when I was a child, but for them, noodles are delicious if they can be eaten full. The delicious food you want in your heart will be different, and you will naturally feel the same." no the same."
"It seems so. Looking at them eating, they are much happier than us immortal cultivators."
After the two of them walked around the streets for a long time, Song Qingming took Huang Siyuan together to outside a house in the west of Mujiao Town.
The past flashed up like smoke, and Song Qingming hadn't been back here for a long time since his parents passed away. A hundred years passed by, and several family members who were still in front of him had left, leaving him walking alone. Between this heaven and earth.
Looking at the familiar sights and objects at the door, Song Qingming paused for a moment, but did not enter his former home. After a while, with a smile on his face, he turned around and left.
"Husband, you finally came back, why don't you go in and take a look?" Huang Siyuan asked with some confusion when she saw that Song Qingming had already arrived but chose to turn around and leave.
Song Qingming nodded when he heard this and said: "It doesn't look like there has been any change outside. I think the descendants who come to our house are all doing well. They are all juniors we have never seen before. We'd better not go in and scare them."
"Haha! You, our ancestor, are so young, and you still want those juniors on crutches to kowtow to you. It does look a bit ugly." Huang Siyuan pursed her lips and laughed softly.
"It has been several years since I went to offer incense to my mother and the others. Come with me to see them!"
Seeing Huang Siyuan nodding in agreement, Song Qingming and Song Qingming no longer hid their cultivation, and turned into two auras and left here directly.
"Ah, it's the Immortal. The Immortal from the mountain has come down!" After the two left, several mortals who passed by and saw the scene immediately exclaimed, causing a commotion nearby.
Decades have passed, and seven or eight more graves have appeared in Song's mother's cemetery, and the descendants of Song Qingming's family are buried in them.
Song Qingming's second sister, fourth brother, nephew Song Yunshan and other descendants of the Song family chose to be buried here after their deaths. A cemetery has been formed on this hill. Most of the familiar family members in Song Qingming's memory are here. Not in the house at the foot of the mountain.
After offering a stick of incense to their mother with Huang Siyuan, the two stood on the top of the mountain and admired the sunset, as if they were back to the way they were after bidding farewell to their mother decades ago.
The difference is that Song Qingming has now become a famous Jindan master, and Huang Siyuan is no longer the little monk in the Qi refining period who is too weak to fight against fate.
A few days later, Song Qingming called outside the cave.
After a black figure flew into the air, he cast a spell with both hands and released a cyan dagger. After the cyan dagger circled the black figure for a few times, the aura suddenly surged and turned into a stream of aura and flew down quickly, blowing away the people on the side of the mountain. A boulder was cut in half.
Looking at Jin Feng who could freely control the "Green Willow Sword" in mid-air, Song Qingming nodded with satisfaction, flew into the mid-air and cast a spell to release the "Five Elements Divine Light Mirror", the magic weapon in his body.
Under the control of Song Qingming, the "Five Elements Divine Light Mirror" released a burst of five-color divine light towards the golden wind in mid-air.
Encountering the attack of the five-color divine light, Jinfeng moved his arms and released a black shield in front of him, and forcefully blocked Song Qingming's attack without much effort.
After seeing this scene, Song Qingming smiled with satisfaction and put away the "Five Elements Divine Light Mirror" again. "Although I can't refine the magic weapon of my life, and my offensive ability is slightly worse, my defensive ability is no less than that of monks of the same level."
After successfully refining the "Green Willow Sword", Jin Feng's strength became even better, almost comparable to that of an ordinary first-level Jindan monk. After three years of careful cultivation, Song Qingming finally got the one he had always The coveted golden elixir helps.
After coming down from the sky, Song Qingming was about to take Jin Feng back to his cave when a golden talisman suddenly flew over from the horizon on the side of Funiu Mountain.