At that moment, the wind was fierce, the sand and rocks were flying, and the smoke and dust were all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The old tree bent his old waist, and the withered vine broke his backbone. Amid the whining, countless early risers and pedestrians fell to the ground, hugging large rocks or trees on the side of the road.

Erqing instinctively wanted to resist, but in the end, reason overcame impulse, and he just tightly protected Xiao Cen Xiang in his arms, covering his eyes, and then the strange wind swept in.

The strange wind whirled and swept towards them.

Erqing gave up resistance completely, and let the wind sweep up their father and son, and the old horse they stepped on, rolling away into the distance.

He could clearly feel that this strange wind was unusual.

Therefore, he did not dare to use his own strength to resist. It is estimated that even if it is used, it will not be of much use. His current cultivation has just stepped into the top of the three-flower gathering, and the three-flower is only one flower.

This is the cultivation he only had after fusing the Ba Snake clone, the Qingteng clone, and the Yang Yu clone. Although the Yangyu clone has not yet been fused, even if the fusion is completed in the future, it is impossible to improve too much, and whether it can condense the second flower, Erqing estimates that it is a little difficult.

The wind whined and whistled in your ears.

Xiao Cen Xiang opened her eyes and looked at the clouds and mist around her, her little face was confused.

"Daddy......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the wind poured into his mouth.

Erqing covered his small mouth at the right time, and he could only watch with his eyes wide open.

I don't know how long it took, but the wind finally stopped.

Erqing and Xiao Cen Xiang, as well as the old horse, finally fell from the sky.

Erqing fell on the grass, revealing the appearance that the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart, Xiao Cen Xiang sat on his belly, tugging at his shirt with both hands, a little confused, looking around in astonishment, as if asking...... Where am I? Who am I? Where am I going?

"Daddy, we, we're back again?"

After a long time, Xiao Cen Xiang came back to his senses, jumped up from his father's belly, pointed to a big rock on the top of the mountain in the distance and shouted: "Daddy, look, it's a big turtle stone......"

The big turtle stone, shaped like a giant tortoise, is on the green hill outside Xuzhou City.

Coming out of the west gate of Xuzhou City, you can see a large turtle stone on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Xiao Cen Xiang's memory is good, much stronger than that of ordinary milk babies.

Therefore, he can still remember these things and know how to distinguish them.

However, Rao is head is more flexible than ordinary milk babies, but when he encounters this situation, he is also extremely confused, "Daddy, we are not there, we are ...... there"

Erqing sat up from the ground and said, "Huashan!"

"Yes, yes, Huashan! But why did you go home after a while?"

Erqing got up, patted the dust on his body, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and then looked at the big turtle, and said, "Daddy, I don't know which turtle king bastard blew the wind that blew us home!"

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Cen Xiang, but he saw Xiao Cen Xiang with a flat mouth, tears hanging, and looking at Er Qing pitifully, "Daddy, I want my mother to ......"

Before the words fell, the hanging tears had already slipped down.

Looking at his son's teary eyes, Erqing seemed to feel that his heart was pulled and it hurt a little.

So, he squatted down, hugged his son in his arms, and said, "Xiao Cen Xiang doesn't cry! Let's go to your mother again, and one day, we will go to your mother's place." ”

Erqing already knew that someone was secretly attacking, and he didn't want their father and son to see Yang Chan.

But the person who casts the spell is the person of the milk baby and his uncle, or the bald man of the Buddhist sect, Erqing does not know.

He only knew that the other party's mana cultivation was much higher than him.

If it was done by Uncle Wa's uncle, it should be that he didn't want to make any extraneous branches, lest Heavenly Court take the opportunity to punish Yang Chan again. But if it was done by a bald man in Buddhism, it was probably to inspire Xiao Cen Xiang's heart to save his mother.

No matter which one it is, Erqing understands that they can't see Yang Chan.

However, looking at his son's sad and sad little appearance, he couldn't make up his mind to fool him.

So, the father and son once again embarked on the road of westward visit to their mother.

This time, it took them more than half a month to come to the foot of Mount Hua again.

However, the result was the same as last time, and they returned to Xuzhou City. And unlike last time, last time they were blown back by a strong wind. But this time, none of them knew how they got back. They just slept and woke up the next day to find themselves home.

When the milk baby saw the familiar yard, she cried directly.

"Daddy, will I never see my mother again?" asked the baby with a flat mouth.

Erqing hugged him, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on his face, shook his head and said, "No, I can see it, as long as our little Cen Xiang becomes very powerful, we will be able to see your mother." ”

"Daddy, how can I become very powerful?" The milk baby looked at her father with a small face, hoping to become very powerful and powerful in the next moment.

“......”

Erqing opened his mouth, and finally sighed a little helplessly, and said, "Daddy will invite a few martial artists for you tomorrow and let them teach you martial arts, you must learn it seriously, you know?"

is so 'willing to seek the near and far', Erqing is also helpless.

He can't come and teach him the Tao in person!

Of course, Sword Grass can also teach him the art of sword resistance, but once Sword Grass is taught, he will definitely be discovered by some interested people when he turns around. Naturally, Erqing would not allow this kind of thing to happen.

Moreover, it is also necessary to let Xiao Cen Xiang have some martial arts foundation.

Although this world is a mythical world, the most common fighting methods between cultivators is hand-to-hand combat, fighting divine power, and fighting magic weapons. However, it is relatively rare to fight spells directly.

Unless the spell can be cast instantaneously, like the Buddha's palm, the Buddha always seems to have only one hand. Like Zhen Yuanzi Daxian's sleeves, he only waved his sleeves and took everything away. Under normal circumstances, it takes a certain amount of time to cast a spell.

Whether it's a monkey, or an uncle, or a little Nezha, and so on. When everyone is fighting, they all use magic weapons to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The magic weapon of the gods, the power is outstanding, the lethality is great, the speed of hand-to-hand combat is fast, and it can shoot dozens or hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, which is naturally easier to kill the opponent than casting spells.

Yes, Erqing felt that let Xiao Cen Xiang learn all the eighteen martial arts first, and in the future, he would be able to fight with people with magic weapons.

As for the Dao Law, Er Qing is not in a hurry.

So, a few days later, there were a few more martial artists in the Cen family's house.

Cen Xiang, a milk baby, began to learn the art of striking skills with these martial artists.

In this way, the baby learns the technique of hitting two hours in the morning, and reads and breaks words two hours in the afternoon.

As a result, a few days later, the news of Cen Jiaerlang's return to home spread.

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