Song Wanyue and Song Wanhe bowed their heads in fear, and then they got up with trembling bodies, and walked towards their courtyard with difficulty.

Song Wanling glanced back at the two scattered figures, and shook her head, her eyes worried.

Then he turned around and entered the lobby.

*

said that it is high-sounding, but it is not still to deceive me into cultivating lowly!

Song Wanyue's hands were clenched into fists, her spiritual power had swept uncontrollably, her palms were bloodied by her fingernails, and a few thick drops of blood dripped down.

She wasn't wearing a magic robe, but an ordinary brocade robe, and the blood dripped down her sleeves and was scarlet.

Song Wanyue returned to the small courtyard with only one person, whether she had thought about it, or whether she was becoming more and more demonic, no one knew.

To be honest, not many people care.

Song Wanhe was pressed by her parents to kneel in the courtyard for a day, and then confined in a dark room for five days.

When she was able to come out again, although she was unwilling, she realized a little.

She is competitive and competitive, and she injured her sister before, which has made her more controversial.

And the moon is a rule formulated by the elders of the Song family and the head of the family, and it has lasted for a hundred years, how can she be questioned at will once she cultivates to a lowly junior.

Being punished like this is quite light.

After Song Wanhe was pressed by her parents, she went to the deacon hall to plead for her guilt without avoiding the clansmen, and knelt for a day, from the dawn of the sky to the dimming of the stars.

In the end, he received an indifferent response, "Get up, if you do it again, you will not be spared." ”

She stood up and knelt down again.

I was able to go home to recuperate for a day, after all, I was just a mortal with a little cultivation, and I drove away the cold in my body.

Later, after her parents mentioned it, Song Wanhe went to Song Wanling's courtyard a little twisted but not resistant, bowed to her, and thanked her seriously.

Song Wanling solemnly held up her arm, shook her head, and said softly, "Sister He doesn't have to be like this.

When I was young, Ling'er had not yet cultivated, and I still remember that Sister He took me to play, but I didn't have much contact with it when I grew up.

Ling'er just wants Sister He to understand that we are all monks, and we are all headed by our own cultivation, but we all have the same bloodline left in our bodies.

In addition to being a Taoist friend, it is also a relative! ”

Song Wanhe's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head in shame.

"It's that I'm not good, I feel that my cultivation is low, and Sister Ling is only fourteen or seventh, and her parents are both elders.

I'm afraid that you will look down on me, so I don't dare to communicate with you anymore, because I am too narrow! ”

"It's good that Sister He understands, you have experienced more things than me, and I still have to ask you for advice on some things.

It's not that I look down on you, but now I'm just a small step ahead of you in my cultivation.

Thanks to Sister He, if you are a little puzzled in your cultivation, even if you ask me, as long as I know, I will not hide it! ”

Song Wanhe nodded gratefully.

Song Wanling smiled slightly, took her arm, and shook it like a sister coquettishly to her sister.

After walking out of the courtyard, Song Wanhe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around, and bowed from the bottom of her heart.

When she returned to her room, her gratitude remained the same.

But Song Wanling secretly reminded her to reconcile with Song Wanyue, but she ignored it directly.

Song Wanhe now knows that what she did is wrong, but it is more wrong, but it is not right to question Song's rules in front of the deacon hall.

It doesn't mean that you really feel guilty about Song Wanyue.

She has three spiritual roots and mediocre qualifications, but if there is a chance, there is still a chance to build a foundation.

And Song Wanyue's four spiritual roots, they are afraid of difficulties in the later stage of Qi training.

They all need to pay attention to kinship, but after all, this is the world of practice.

No matter how important the kinship is, it is also ranked after cultivation.

Song Wanhe's eyes were clear, and then she sat cross-legged on the couch, closed her eyes, held her breath and concentrated, meditating and cultivating.

All she had to do was make sure she wouldn't kill her people.

*

"Yes, the spiritual power of a body is no longer as exposed as it was when I first broke through, so it can be seen that I have worked hard."

In the early morning, the dew in the courtyard had not yet melted, the door was pushed open, and Song Wanling walked into the courtyard to relax her muscles.

Before she knew it, a lean-looking man appeared beside her.

Song Wanling hugged his arm with some surprise, "Daddy is back today!" ”

"I came back last night, and the magic circle in Ling'er's house was opened, so I didn't bother you when I knew you were meditating."

The man who originally had sharp eyebrows was coquetted by his delicate and soft daughter, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Stroking his daughter's brocade-like hair draped behind his back, Father Song's palm was facing up, and two black onyx-like fruits appeared in his palm.

Song Wanlingqiong's nose twitched, her eyes were shining, she looked at her father, and then looked at this handicraft-like spirit fruit.

"Take it, lead the team to the surrounding city to collect rent for my father, and it just so happens that there is a small auction to start.

This spiritual fruit, swallowed in the middle and late stages of qi training, can make the spiritual power more mellow and accelerate the breakthrough. ”

Song Wanling accepted it unceremoniously, her apricot eyes were shining, and her voice was like being soaked in honey, sweet.

"Thank you, Daddy, Daddy is the best for Ling'er!"

The four elders of the clan, who had always been known for their strictness, made the juniors fearful, laughed heartily in this small courtyard.

"The two of them are so tired and crooked in the morning, and if they have milk, they are mothers.

I sometimes raid you when you come back, do you become a stepmother in your eyes?

As long as your father goes out to do tasks and comes back to bring you things, that's your father. ”

Mother Song walked slowly and snorted.

Song Wanling instantly withdrew her hand, and then rushed forward in a few steps like a small cannonball.

Mother Song's expression remained unchanged, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

I felt a tightness around my waist again, and my only daughter's little head kept rubbing against her like a little beast.

She patted her hand in disgust, but hugged her daughter with her other hand.

After being coquettish for a long time, Song Wanling got up again, holding her mother with one hand and her father with the other, her beautiful little face smiled like a spring flower.

When the servant brought the simple spiritual rice porridge to the dining table, the family of three sat around the table, with only two small plates of side dishes in the middle, which was very simple.

And Song Wanling's bowl of spiritual rice porridge is the most.

The foundation building monk initially opened the valley, and when he felt a little hungry, he could swallow a pill.

However, the food made by this spirit plant can be consumed, which is quite precious.

They are two elders in the family who can eat spiritual food twice a day.

And this low-priced spiritual rice is better than nothing for their foundation building, and most of them are still for their daughters.

The seemingly simple but fragrant spiritual rice porridge made Song Wanling smile happily, holding the bowl, scooping it up spoonful, and her eyes were bent into a crescent shape.

It's like you're eating some delicacies from the mountains and seas, but it actually is.

The delicate side dish in the middle was rarely touched.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Song Wanling picked up the Jinpa on the side, wiped her mouth and stood up, and said energetically:

"Consolidate the cultivation, Daddy, I'll go to the Fang Market."

Slowly drinking porridge on the table, Song's father and Song's mother, who were talking a few words from time to time, looked up.

Mother Song's face became serious.

"Your father brought back the spirit fruit for you, and now you are swallowing good life and meditating and cultivating, striving to break through to the eighth layer of qi cultivation before Linghe sent people, how can you remember to play?"

Song Wanling took a few steps back, and seeing that her mother was about to reach out and take her over, she hurriedly shouted:

"Not long ago, I broke through to the seventh layer of the Qi cultivation period, and this has just stabilized, and I am afraid that rashly swallowing the Spirit Fruit will hinder the foundation.

Besides, I have been practicing seriously at home for nearly three months, and I am afraid that this will hinder my state of mind when I am practicing Qi.

So now I want to go outside and have some fun, I'll go, otherwise my thoughts won't be clear.

Blindly locked up at home and retreated, but distraught.

And I just wander around for half a day or a day and then retreat seriously, that's how much you get more done with less! ”

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