Mysterious mirror hanging high

Song Qingya has a big secret.

Jing Yu was extremely sure of this.

A pure swordsman who seems to have nothing to do with the art of praying to ghosts and gods, but his life character is related to ghosts and gods. If Song Qingya really awakened his fate since childhood and is proficient in the art of praying to ghosts and gods, why doesn't he reveal any clues now? He is hiding it too deeply.

Of course, Song Qingya's mystery could not disrupt Jing Yu's original plan of cultivation. He stayed in the Song family library for almost a whole month, studying various skills and secret techniques before coming out to take a breath.

During this period, the entire Song family, whether it was the direct line, the branch line, or the outsiders, were talking about this son-in-law who appeared out of nowhere. They all regarded Jing Yu as a foundation-building cultivator who wanted to climb up the social ladder, hoping to marry Song Jinghong and emulate the story of Sun Baiyuan in the past to earn the spiritual resources needed to form a pill for themselves.

Therefore, he looked down on Jing Yu, but when he thought about Song Jinghong's appearance, his original contempt was mixed with a bit of sincere admiration.

Jing Yu didn't care about it. He was just borrowing the title of Song family's son-in-law. Song Jinghong was like that, so he wouldn't make his fake love real.

In fact, even if Song Jinghong was really a stunningly beautiful woman, Jing Yu would not be moved at all if they were not able to support each other on the road.

He had already tasted all kinds of joys and sorrows of lust and love in his previous life, and felt that it was nothing special. It could be called a pastime, and naturally it would not leave any trace in his heart.

In the following days, Jing Yu either asked Song Jianxu for advice on the two skills of alchemy and divination; or discussed the mysteries of the Tao with Song Jinghong and Song Qingya, two direct descendants of the Song family, and exchanged their experiences in cultivation.

Or you can visit Tianmingfang and discuss the situation in the world of immortal cultivation with the destiny-tellers who have joined Tianminglou from all over the immortal world.

At the very least, you can observe the family feuds between the direct and branch branches of the Song family and the three major forces of outside surnames, which is also a test of the world and human nature.

Finally, he would practice in seclusion. According to his current progress, it should not be a big problem for him to complete the foundation building within 20 years. He could try to form the elixir before Song Jianxu's lifespan ran out.

While practicing, Jing Yu did not forget to observe Song Qingya carefully. He found that this young swordsman was very idle on weekdays. He would often wander around the entire Xingluo Island with his earth-type magic sword shaped like a fire stick and a dogtail grass in his mouth. He did not seem to practice much. At most, he would go to the library to look through the jade slips from time to time. His cultivation had not declined at all.

"Brother Ye!"

One day, Jing Yu was practicing breathing exercises in his own room when Song Jinghong suddenly came to visit.

"Jinghong?" Jing Yu asked in surprise, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you going to a duel?"

Song Jinghong changed into a black mask today and put on a spiritual armor that looked like scales, which made her sturdy body look even more majestic and powerful. She looked at Jing Yu, paused for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"This is the formal attire I use for ancestral worship. Women's robes don't fit, so I use a set of spiritual armor instead."

"I came to see you today to take you to worship our ancestors."

"I'm going too?" Jing Yu scratched his head. "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Song Jinghong's eyes drooped, her spirits suddenly dropping. She said gravely, "During the Song family's ancestral worship, branches and outsiders are not allowed to participate. Even the cultivators of the direct lineage can only kneel outside the ancestral hall. Only the direct lineage of the family and the Golden Core True Person can enter the ancestral hall."

"Although Brother Ye holds the title of Song Jia's son-in-law, it is not a confirmed fact. Today, you will go to the Song Family Ancestral Hall to go through the motions. Once everyone in and outside the Song Family acknowledges your status as a direct descendant of a noble family, it will be more convenient for you to move around."

Seeing Song Jinghong's sudden downturn, Jing Yu felt a little sorry for him and said softly, "Then I'll trouble you, Jinghong, to lead the way. I think this robe of mine should still fit me. Do I need to change into a set of spiritual armor?"

Song Jinghong's spirits perked up when he heard this. He actually took out a set of bright silver spiritual armor of the same style as the one he was wearing, along with a crown, from his storage bag. He handed it to Jing Yu and said with a smile, "This spiritual armor is just a ceremonial weapon. It has no actual combat effect. It's just barely on the verge of being a low-grade magical weapon. Brother Ye, you don't have to return it after wearing it. Just keep it for your own use."

Jing Yu took the crowned armor and, without avoiding Song Jinghong, took off his gray robe, revealing the lining underneath, and put on the spiritual armor.

Song Jinghong's eyes lit up, but he saw that the man in front of him had changed his usual unrestrained and unruly look of letting his hair down. He tied his hair up and wore a bright silver crown with two feathers slanted behind his head. His well-proportioned figure made the bright silver armor fit the ground tightly. Jing Yu's face was originally tough, and after wearing the armor, he looked even more heroic and majestic. Song Jinghong sighed in his heart:

"What a young general! Brother Ye was born to wear armor!"

"It's a pity that we're still missing a bright silver spear..."

Before she could look for the magic weapons piled up in the storage bag, she saw Jing Yu take out a small hammer with gleaming silver from the storage bag and hung it around his waist, which made Song Jinghong roll her eyes:

"Brother Ye is handsome, but his aesthetic taste is questionable. With this little hammer hanging on his head, he no longer looks like a general, but more like a palace guard in an ordinary imperial palace."

How could Song Jinghong know what he was feeling? Jing Yu pinched his fingers and made a water mirror spell, turning it several times in front of the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Please lead the way, Jinghong."

When the two of them arrived at the gate of the Song Jia Ancestral Hall for ancestor worship, they found that others had already arrived. A group of direct lineage cultivators who were practicing Qi and building their foundation were kneeling outside the Song family ancestral hall. Jing Yu glanced over and found that Song Yuze from the branch line was also there. It seemed that Song Jianxu had shown extra favor and allowed the most outstanding cultivator of the branch line to kneel there.

After entering the ancestral hall, they found that the walls on both sides of the hall were densely packed with tablets, all of which were the deceased monks of the direct and branch lines. The innermost wall facing Jing Yu and others was the exclusive place for the core direct line monks of the Song family. There were only a dozen tablets. Under each tablet was a portrait of the deceased, which must have been painted by a special spiritual painter. Not only was it very lifelike, but it even looked different from different angles.

The tablet at the top was hanging empty, but the portrait below it had already been painted. It was the portrait of Song Jianxu himself.

At this time, there were only three people standing under the tablet, Song Jianxu, Sun Baiyuan, and Song Qingya, who was holding a stone sword and wearing a green robe.

"coming."

Song Jianxu smiled as he looked at Jing Yu and Song Jinghong, each wearing spiritual armor. "There are no outsiders here, so don't be shy, little friend Ye. This is just a formality. I won't ask you to actually pay homage to our ancestors."

The old master raised his finger and pointed at the empty space at the top, saying self-deprecatingly:

"Wait thirty years, and my tablet will be placed there. You can pay your respects there. I'll be dead by then anyway, so I won't be afraid of having my life cut short by a genius like you."