This father-son game

Author: The cat that feeds the dog

This father-son game

Hearing Chen Xiang's questioning tone, Yang Jian frowned and was about to scold him.

Suddenly his brows moved, "Want to know? It depends on your weight!"

Roaring Sky Dog: "..."

This is really shocking for a dog. He never expected that after so many years, he could still see the cunning side of his owner.

Chenxiang didn't know whether Gou Zhen was shocked or not, but he was quite shocked.

Didn't the fourth aunt say that her father and Erlang Shen have a good relationship, so there is no need to worry about him?

How come in the blink of an eye, not only was his life lost, but his father was also...

"I've tolerated you for a long time, come out and challenge me!"

After that, regardless of still being in the busy city, he rose directly into the sky and headed towards the bamboo forest of Micang Mountain in the north.

This is a father-son game with my old uncle in a sea of ​​bamboo.

Uncle is also father... right?

This place is very familiar. It seems to be the place where my father used a sliding shovel to knock off the panda bamboo shoots.

When I was too young, I just had some vague consciousness, but now I look like it everywhere.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the target object ran away, the aunt and uncle were gone, and now even the father... was brutally murdered!

Really, this hatred lasts forever!

"Erlang Shen, today, I will definitely let you know how powerful I am!"

Kill him? Chen Xiang didn't dare to think about it.

Before, he might have felt that it was okay to try his best.

But now, he wants to remain useful and go to the underworld to fish out his father.

He heard Nag Nao say that people with profound merits or cultivators would usually have records in the underworld.

Once these people die, they are the perfect candidates for the underworld.

And his father had exactly that. He had been practicing medicine for decades. He tried his best to treat even the poor diseases that he said could not be cured and taught him ways to strengthen his body.

As for cultivators, it goes without saying.

So he planned to teach Yang Jian a lesson today and then go to the underworld to save his father.

All I can say is that my mana has grown, my abilities have grown, and my body has swelled, but I haven’t grown much brain.

Yang Jian fluttered lightly on the bamboo leaves, with no magical energy escaping from his body, as if he was also a bamboo leaf and the wind passing through the bamboo.

Although it was the eve of the battle, he was holding a folding fan in his hand and gently tapping his left palm. Every time he struck it, it moved with the wind.

Yang Jian didn't look like he was here for a date, but rather like he was here to watch a show.

He did come to see the show. He wanted to see what wonderful moments Chen Xiang could perform for him with such confidence.

On the other hand, Agarwood's body was filled with mana, as if it were controlling everything around him, like a small universe exploding.

Although he looked mighty, Yang Jian secretly shook his head.

This kid is so swollen. It seems like today will be a fierce battle.

"Huh? Is it raining?"

It's not surprising that the weather in mountainous areas is changeable, but for Chen Xiang, who has just experienced the "pain of losing his father" for the first half of the year, this drizzle of rain is somewhat like adding salt to the wound.

"Well, it's raining. Beating your children on a rainy day is just free time."

Yang Jian's words directly made Chen Xiang extremely unhappy.

Without saying a word, the clever wood-chopping ax was directed at Yang Jian and chopped Huashan Mountain with force.

Although it is common to split Huashan with force, Chen Xiang's move was definitely out of his heart.

Unfortunately, the person opposite him was Yang Jian, and he didn't even see his movements. He just opened the folding fan with a "swish" sound.

The ax blade, which came from the breaking wind and was condensed to the extreme, merged into the rain curtain silently and fell onto the earth.

The seemingly majestic blow did not even damage half of the bamboo leaf.

"Yes, the posture is very handsome and the strength is very strong. Unfortunately, it is too flashy and too big to be worthy of!"

This is a very pertinent comment, but unfortunately, to Chen Xiang's ears at this moment, it is an extremely mocking sentence.

"Don't be complacent yet, it was just an appetizer!"

Even so, Chen Xiang knew that what he did just now was definitely a head-on confrontation.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian resolved it so easily.

Dad said that when necessary, there is no harm in sneak attacks. Preserving life is the first priority, regardless of means.

Therefore, it is reasonable to attack by oneself...

A few tens of feet away, Chen Xiang stepped over, started to slash diagonally, moved forward and wiped horizontally, stepped forward to lift the banner, and then turned over to slash...

The set of movements was so smooth that even the space was slightly distorted, but it didn't even touch Yang Jian's protective Qi.

"How is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. As long as you can let me fall to the ground, how about I let you go to find your dead ghost father? Otherwise, follow me back to heaven to accept your punishment."

"By the way, hold on to your hatchet. This is important physical evidence."

For some reason, when the words "important physical evidence" were mentioned, Chen Xiang always felt that his old uncle was gritting his teeth.

And judging from this tone, didn't his father suffer from his murderous attacks?

"Uncle, are you saying that my father is not dead?"

Well, I was still the "Er Lang Shen" before, but in the blink of an eye, I became the "uncle", right?

"I don't know. Who knows if your damn dad died outside? Take care of yourself first!"

Just as Chen Xiang was about to say something, he saw a flash of sword light, and the folding fan in his old uncle's hand turned into a three-pointed, two-edged sword and went straight to his door.

Unexpectedly, just when I wanted to take action, I felt like I was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate myself.

"broken……"

He thought to himself that it was not good, and at the same time he remembered what he had told himself before, that when he met some gods with high moral standards, their magic power might not be very strong.

But when they move, they all follow the same path.

If the magic power is strong to a certain extent, these small effects can naturally be ignored.

But if the magic power is in an embarrassing situation like whether it is strong or not, then this is a very fatal problem.

Agarwood is now in this fatal position.

I had just gotten used to it and waved the ax in my hand to block, but I suddenly accelerated and blocked too much.

And his uncle's three-pointed, two-edged sword had already flown down from the sky.

It's over...Dear Xiaoyu, mother, goodbye, dad, I'm going to die, you don't have to worry about my studies anymore...

"Ouch..."

"Dangdangdang..."

After three more blows, the agarwood was not cut in half, but several heads were knocked out.

"It's almost, it's almost, it's just that, it must be because you don't work hard at ordinary times and is careless. It's always a little bit at critical moments..."

"Bang……"

Another slap, and Agarwood was unable to fight back and was slapped into the sea of ​​bamboo.

Chen Xiang expressed that he was very unjust, although he felt a little swollen.

But I have to be very serious about practicing Qigong. Ever since my father taught me, he has been very strict.

Not to mention a little bit of a miss, even a slight miss would have resulted in a severe beating.

And he also knew that this was not a matter of slight differences, but a matter of his own moral conduct and the gap between that of his uncle.

Even if his magic power is equal to that of his uncle, he will definitely lose if Tao Xing crushes him.

So he suspected that his old uncle was just trying to beat him up for an excuse.

And he felt, why did this scene look so familiar?

It seems that the one who beat people last time was also Erlang Shen, but the ones who were beaten were two boys from the Tusita Palace.

And I was still a...dog...

In fact, he can be more confident and get rid of doubts. His old uncle just used an excuse to beat him.
To be continued...