Chapter 331: Paying Respects to Elders

Funiu Mountain, in a somewhat large cave on the top of the mountain, Song Qingyu, who had already finished her five-year term of guarding Qinghe Market, was helping a beast tamer in the Song clan feed a red giant bird that was a full zhang tall.

The giant bird looked at the cyan python that Song Qingyu threw into the cave, picked it up with its sharp beak, swallowed it into its belly, and then felt that it was still not enough, so it called out to the outside a few times.

Hearing the sound coming from inside, Song Qingyu also shook her head somewhat helplessly. Since the Fire-Sky Roc advanced to a second-tier monster beast, its appetite was harder to satisfy than before. Now it didn't even eat ordinary wild beasts. The Song family couldn't afford to feed it elixirs like Feed-Spirit Pills, so they had to send a monster-hunting team to find some monster beast blood food for it from time to time.

After feeding the Fire-Sky Roc, Song Qingyu just wanted to leave, but a violent vibration suddenly came from the cave behind her. Before she could figure out the situation, a huge red figure had already flown out of the cave and went straight to the high sky.

"Strange! What happened to this guy?" Song Qingyu, who was somewhat unclear, saw that the Fire-Sky Roc, which had almost never left this cave since Song Qingming left, had actually run out on its own today, and was suddenly full of surprise, hurriedly following on her sword.

Before she could catch up to the Fire-Sky Roc, she suddenly felt a spiritual power fluctuation from the mountain-protecting array above the mountain top, and a cyan sword shadow fell from the high sky into Funiu Mountain, stopping at the square outside the council hall.

The Fire-Sky Roc, which had just flown out of the cave, saw this sword light and called out excitedly a few times, flapping a pair of huge wings and following quickly.

By the time Song Qingyu caught up, she happened to see a cyan-robed man stroking the Fire-Sky Roc, which was in an obedient appearance. Seeing such a familiar dress and appearance, she, whose personality had become very steady over the years, couldn't help but go forward and hug this person happily.

Being able to make the Fire-Sky Roc, which had always had a big temper, become such an appearance, this cyan-robed man was naturally Song Qingming, who had left Funiu Mountain for more than a year.

Compared to the past, the time Song Qingming left Qinghe County this time was actually not very long. It was just that the place he went to was really too far away. Song Qingming almost couldn't get any news related to Qinghe County in the Lu State, which made him feel as if he had been away for a long time when he just returned here.

"Hey! You are already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how can you still be so reckless? What would it look like if others saw you later." Looking at Song Qingyu, who had not changed much since he left, Song Qingming, who had just returned to Funiu Mountain, teased her with a smile.

Hearing Song Qingming's reminder, Song Qingyu also reacted immediately, hurriedly let go of her hand, and looked around with a somewhat shy face, then took two steps back.

"Seventh Brother! Why didn't you send a letter in advance when you came back? I didn't have time to inform Sixth Uncle and the others in advance."

Since Song Qingming went to the front line of the Lu State, Song Qingyu naturally understood long ago that going there was not an easy thing. Although Song Qingming would send a letter to Funiu Mountain to report safety about once a month, she was still worried about Song Qingming's safety all the time in the past year or so.

It was just that as the only remaining Foundation Establishment cultivator in the clan, she was also the backbone of everyone in the Song family after Song Qingming left. No matter how worried she was in her heart, Song Qingyu didn't want to show too much in front of other clansmen. At this moment, seeing Song Qingming finally return safely, the big stone that had been pressing in Song Qingyu's heart for such a long time finally fell to the ground.

Seeing Song Qingyu somewhat blaming his sudden appearance, Song Qingming could only smile apologetically and said: "The day I returned was also decided temporarily, and it was too late to send a letter to you in advance. Is the clan still safe during this time!"

"Everything else is fine, basically there is no big change. It's just that Second Uncle passed away two months ago. The patriarch personally handled his funeral. After I discussed with the patriarch, all the spirit items and family merits he left behind have been handed over to Sixth Brother."

"Counting the days, it's about the same. It's just a pity that I didn't have time to catch up and send him off. You take me to his grave to pay respects first!" Song Qingming said with a slight sigh at the corner of his mouth.

Following Song Qingyu to the family cemetery at the foot of the mountain, Song Qingming paid a few late sacrificial rites to this elder who had fought for the family all his life with a very solemn expression.

Just when he was paying respects to Second Uncle in the cemetery, Patriarch Song Changfeng, Fifth Aunt Song Changling, Thirteenth Uncle Song Changxiong, and several other family elders on Funiu Mountain also received the sound transmission sent by Song Qingyu and came here.

Several elders watched Song Qingming support the entire Song family step by step to today. They were naturally worried about Song Qingming, who went to the front line of the Lu State, just like Song Qingyu. Hearing the news of his safe return, these elders who were already not young all came to Song Qingming with happy faces for the first time.

"Qingming, after Second Brother left, I also felt that my body was not working. Fortunately, I can still see you return safely. Even if my old bones run out of lifespan now, I can rest assured to go and see Third Uncle and the others." Song Changfeng leaned on the tombstone of Second Uncle Song Changwu and said slowly to Song Qingming with a smile.

Fifth Aunt Song Changling and Sixth Uncle Song Changfeng were both in a state of white-haired old age. They were already over one hundred and ten years old, and it was estimated that they would sit down in a few years.

At this moment, looking at the tombstones standing in the family cemetery, several people were full of mixed feelings. Sixth Uncle Song Changfeng's spiritual root aptitude was actually better than Song Qingyu's. It was just a pity that he was born a few decades early and didn't catch up with Song Qingyu's good luck.

When Song Changfeng entered the Dao to practice, the Song family was still a very weak Qi Refining family. Even if his aptitude was extraordinary and he practiced to the ninth level of Qi Refining very early, he didn't get a trace of hope for Foundation Establishment. Finally, in his later years, although he plucked up the courage to force a breakthrough, the result was no surprise that he failed. After the failure of Foundation Establishment, being able to live to this day was God's care for him.

After paying respects to Second Uncle, Song Qingming returned to the family council hall to meet the clansmen on Funiu Mountain who came to comfort him one by one, and then drank heavily with his eldest brother, fourth brother, and several childhood friends before returning to his cave dwelling.

"Boy, your family is too weak, right? There are so few people in the whole clan, and there is not even a second-tier spiritual root aptitude. Where are you planning to find a good body for the old man?" Just after returning to his cave dwelling, Song Qingming hadn't had time to rest for a moment when the voice of Wind Crane suddenly sounded on his body again.