After another three months passed, Yan Ling came down from Mount Huashan.
During the three months in Huashan, Yan Ling gained more than the three months in Qingcheng Mountain.
Under the guidance of Patriarch Chen Tuan, Yan Ling not only further consolidated the Xuanxian realm, but also furthered his understanding of some of the magical methods of the Xuanxian realm.
Of course, these are not Yan Ling's biggest gains in the past three months. His biggest gain lies in the progress in calculation.
Under the guidance of masters of Yidao like Patriarch Chen Tuan, Yan Ling's understanding of Yidao gradually moved from a novice with only a little knowledge to the gate of Yidao.
Although he still couldn't calculate on his fingers how terrifying it would be to know five hundred years before and five hundred years later, he could probably calculate on his fingers the various major events happening in the world today as long as he was not deceived.
"Even if I don't gain anything else until I return to Earth, this journey through time is still enough to make me feel very satisfied!"
Walking on the steep mountain roads of Huashan Mountain, Yan Ling deduce the general trend of the world with his fingers, feeling the wonderful feeling that everything in the world has evolved in the Bagua map condensed from the sea of consciousness, and Yan Ling couldn't help but feel a little satisfied.
Woohoo! Woohoo!
However, just when Yan Ling was filled with laughter, a whimpering sound suddenly reached his ears along with a breeze, causing him to stop involuntarily.
"Who is crying in Huashan?"
Yan Ling frowned, and after listening for a while, he found that there was no strange power in the cry, so he walked in the direction of the cry with confidence.
In a few steps, Yan Ling climbed over a huge rock that protruded nearly a hundred feet from the rock wall and saw the place where the sound of crying came from. It was a little boy of about seven or eight years old kneeling in the open space and looking at
Looking at the majestic Huashan Mountain, I cried bitterly.
The little boy's clothes were in rags, and his body was covered with mud. He looked like a beggar. But after Yan Ling looked carefully, he found that this was not the case. Under the mud-covered surface, this little boy had red lips and white teeth.
The skin is plump and round, completely different from ordinary beggars.
Seeing this, Yan Ling suddenly felt doubtful. He could see that this little boy had no cultivation, but his muscles and bones were comparable to those of a martial arts master. If he hadn't been able to clearly feel that there was no extraordinary strength in this little boy's body,
With the flow of power, one might think that this is someone who has cultivated to the state of rejuvenation.
Confused, Yan Ling did not appear in front of the little boy immediately, but hid in the dark, wanting to see where the little boy came from.
But it was not until half a stick of incense had passed that Yan Ling found that the little boy was still crying heartbrokenly, but nothing had changed around him. He then walked out from behind a large rock.
Yan Ling walked up to the little boy in a few steps and helped him up. Then he said with a kind smile: "Kid, what's your name? Have you been separated from your family?"
However, as soon as he came into contact with the little boy, Yan Ling's eyes suddenly changed slightly. He discovered that there was an extremely powerful bloodline flowing in this little boy's body. According to his estimation, if this bloodline was stimulated, the little boy could even
Being able to directly enter the realm of immortals is extremely terrifying.
At the same time, Yan Ling also discovered that when he stretched out his hand to convince the little boy, in the seemingly empty world around him, several eyes full of pressure were suddenly cast on him, causing all the strength in his body to shake unconsciously.
Tighten up.
On the other side, the little boy was stunned for a moment when he saw the tall figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. After seeing the kind smile on Yan Ling's face, he wiped away his tears and sobbed: "Uncle, my name is Liu Chenxiang.
My mother was pinned down by a big bad guy under this mountain, uncle, can you help me rescue my mother?"
"really!"
Hearing the little boy's name, Yan Ling immediately confirmed his guess.
As expected, Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, was suppressed under this Huashan Mountain, and the reason why Chen Tuan introduced the dragon energy into Huashan Mountain was to use the Human Emperor's dragon energy to suppress the Three Holy Mothers.
Otherwise, there is no way to suppress the Three Holy Mothers with the Lotus Lantern just by relying on a Huashan Mountain.
After confirming this matter, Yan Ling also had some guesses about the origin of those terrifying looks that were peeping at him.
These powerful beings who noticed him after he came into contact with Agarwood were none other than those people related to the Three Holy Mothers. They were either Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch, or the divine generals under the True Monarch.
"Little agarwood, I don't have the ability to split a mountain and rescue your mother!"
Yan Ling pretended not to notice the eyes peeping at him, took Chen Xiang's hand, took him aside, and then said with a smile: "But I think this kid has an extraordinary physical body, and he will definitely become a man who stands upright in the future. When the time comes, he will
To open a big mountain, your mother has to bear the heavy responsibility, and it’s up to you, the child, to shoulder it yourself!”
"That's it!"
After hearing Yan Ling's helpless words, Chen Xiang's eyes darkened at first, and then he said excitedly: "Uncle, you are right. When I grow up, I must become a capable person, and then I will take care of this annoying person."
The mountain split open and my mother was rescued."
Chen Xiang had an inexplicable fondness for Yan Ling, probably because no one believed him after he told other adults about the suppression of the Third Holy Mother.
Of course, one of the most important reasons for this is that the blood of the Three Holy Mothers flows in Agarwood's body, which is a mixture of humans and gods like the Xian Sheng Zhenjun. Even if he has not practiced, his inspiration is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary monks.
Of course Yan Ling had no evil thoughts towards this little Agarwood, but he admired Agarwood's attitude very much. He smiled and said: "A good man should have such courage, Agarwood, you did a good job!"
Chen Xiang's face turned slightly red and she looked a little shy, but she still asked with her big eyes open: "Really?"
Yan Ling affirmed: "Of course it's true, even many adults don't have as much courage as Little Agarwood!"
When he saw the childish smile blooming on Chen Xiang's face, he smiled and said: "But crying is not a man's behavior!"
"Yes! Chen Xiang will never cry again!" Chen Xiang solemnly promised as she wiped away her tears.
Looking at this little boy with a strong look on his face, Yan Ling suddenly felt something in his heart and said with an undiminished smile: "Agarwood, if you want to rescue your mother in the future, you will need to be very strong!
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When Chen Xiang heard this, he hesitated and said, "Uncle, can you make me stronger?"
"Of course uncle has a way to make you stronger, but he can't let you split mountains. So, if you want to be able to split mountains to save your mother, you can't learn from me."
Yan Ling hesitated for a moment. Fortunately, Chen Xiang was only a child at this time. Although his mind was more transparent than that of ordinary children, he still had no way of understanding the change in Yan Ling's expression.
Moreover, Yan Ling was not lying. The matter of Chen Xiang saving his mother involved a game between the heavens. If he got involved rashly, it was very likely that Chen Xiang would lose the opportunity to cut down a mountain to save his mother. At that time, he would have become a sinner.
Got it!
"Uncle, where should Chen Xiang go to learn how to become stronger?" Chen Xiang asked again.