dark battle

Chapter 6

But her magic power has been restricted, once the soul leaves the body, it will slowly wear out until all three souls and seven souls are gone.And this second method is the secret spell of the Yuquan Mountain school, which requires a very high cultivation base.

When Yang Jian was studying under Master Yuding, Master Yuding wanted to pass on this secret art that he was proud of, but Yang Jian thought it was stupid and impractical, but Master insisted on teaching it.Yang Jian couldn't stand the hard work, so he had to memorize the formula, but he had never used it for 3000 years.

Now this secret technique will come in handy on Yang Chan. Although she doesn't understand the danger, she still trusts herself to make their mother and child meet safely. For a while, Yang Jian can't tell whether he is sad or happy.

Yang Jian had no intention of explaining the key details to her, which made her worry in vain, and then turned to the other side: "I can let Chen Xiang come to see you, but you can't see Liu Yanchang, and you and Chen Xiang can only meet each other. They cannot touch each other. I am afraid that the power of mother-child affection will inspire his fighting spirit, and maybe from now on, he will never be willing to be a mortal again."

"No, I will persuade him." Yang Chan shook her head slowly, the hope in her eyes filled the dark secret prison through the beam of light.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to persuade him. Remember, once you touch each other's skin, within a stick of incense, if he doesn't leave, your soul will fly away. This is the only chance for you mother and son to meet. You also tell him for me that I will never go to see him again, but I hope that he can live a lifetime of peace and happiness."

……

The night was as thick as an inkstone that could not be melted. The young man sat in front of his house holding a lotus lantern in his hand, with tears in his eyes. The faint light from the paper window wrapped his thin body, and the night wind chilled his whole body.

"Is it really impossible, is there really no hope at all? Lotus Lantern, can you help me..."

The boy's weeping sound was clear to the ear, and on the roof, the snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, just like Yang Jian's mood, chaotic and melancholy.

This child is somewhat like Yang Jian when he was young.

"I really miss my mother, I know she is suffering in another place now, but there is nothing I can do... Mother, I am timid, I am afraid of death, I am worthless... Mother, I am really afraid... Bao Lian Deng, can you help me? Please, I beg you..."

The boy choked for a while, then returned to the house in a daze, hugged the lotus lantern left by his mother, and gradually fell asleep.

……

In the boundless woods, the spring is warm and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Even though there is no wind, there are powder petals falling down one after another.This situation is not like the world.In the distance, through the slanting branches, Chen Xiang saw the silhouette of a woman, with the wind around her temples and her plain skirt like a lotus.

As if being bewitched by some kind, Chen Xiang walked towards the woman involuntarily, cautiously, for fear of disturbing her, for fear that she would disappear in the next moment.He stared intently at the silhouette, but he couldn't see it clearly, like ripples in the water or bubbles in a dream.

The woman turned her head back as if aware of it, her eyes met, Chen Xiang was stunned there, this face was obviously never seen before, but it was familiar to the bones, as if there was nowhere to be found in the vast expanse, he had already Accept her.

The woman approached him, taking one step at a time, and her beautiful and elegant face was full of haggardness and sadness that could not be concealed.

"Are you... my mother?"

Yang Chan's eyes lovingly embraced Chen Xiang, like spring water encircling him.She has long forgotten time, the world, and herself. She is just his mother, a mother who has been away for 16 years.

"Agarwood..."

She slowly raised her hand in disbelief, approaching the boy's childish face bit by bit, and finally touched it, but there was an uncontrollable look of pain on her face.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" The boy hurriedly held her arm.

Yang Chan suppressed the discomfort of Yuanshen's shock, smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, I don't mind."

The boy's hair brushed against the back of her hand, itching, and the fresh warmth spread from her childish face to her fingertips.She couldn't help but pull the boy into her arms, "Chen Xiang..."

"Mom, I finally see you!"

Chen Xiang hugged his mother tightly, he actually remembered the faint warm fragrance.In that distant babyhood, he had buried his head on his mother's shoulder so intimately.He desperately clenched his arms, as if he was in bliss and in a cradle, as if he wanted to melt the thoughts of 16 years into this extremely happy embrace.

Yang Chan caressed Chen Xiang's neck, looked at Chen Xiang's small face inch by inch, as if wanting to engrave his appearance deeply in her heart.

"Chen Xiang, let mother take a good look at you."

"Yes," the boy said with tears rolling down his face, "I want to take a good look at my mother too!"

"How have you been these 16 years?" Yang Chan's voice was soft and soft, like the crimson sunset glow in the sky, warm and fiery.

He opened his mouth, but the burning words blocked his throat. He fantasized about the scene of meeting his mother countless times, but he never thought that it would be such happiness and heartache as if he was about to die.

"When I was young, my father didn't tell me the truth. I saw that everyone else had a mother, but I didn't. I hated you, and I hated why you didn't come to see me for so many years..."

Yang Chan gently wiped away Chen Xiang's tears, but her own tears welled up, "Chen Xiang, mother is sorry for you."

"No, mother, you are suffering elsewhere, but I am fine and cannot rescue you. Mother, I am sorry for you." The boy held his mother's arm tightly, fearing that if she let go, she would fall again. Disappeared.The previous dreams were not as real as this. He held his mother's wrist clearly and truly. The softness of his clothes and the slight warmth of his body were all real.

"Chen Xiang, it's not your fault, you don't know how happy Mother is to see you."

"Me too, mother, I want to be with you every day to make up for these 16 years! Mother, let's go home!"

Looking at Chen Xiang's begging expression, Yang Chan sighed, "Chen Xiang, you are in a dream now..."

Scarlet Fangfei

Smelling the smell of foxes, Xiaotiangou made many twists and turns along the way, and unknowingly followed him to Liujia Village.He took human form, carefully captured the scent in the air, and found that the owner was sitting cross-legged on the roof, with a faint silver-blue streamer all over his body, and his eyes were faintly visible on his forehead.The nostrils fluttered, as expected, the smell of the old fox came from the house behind the master, and there was also the smell of agarwood and Liu Yanchang.

In the bedroom, Liu Yanchang came into the room, saw Chen Xiang sleeping with the lotus lantern in his arms, he sighed lightly, and gently took the lotus lantern away so that his son could sleep more comfortably.

Yang Chan in the dream said: "Chen Xiang, your father is here, and he is by your side."

Liu Yanchang sat down beside Chen Xiang, seeing a drop of tears slipping from the corner of Chen Xiang's eyes, he stretched out his hand to wipe it off for him, but the sleeping Chen Xiang grabbed his hand.Liu Yanchang's heart trembled, and the feeling of familiarity and strangeness instantly filled the whole atrium, and the longing buried in his heart stirred every sensitive nerve.

That gentle and elegant woman, his wife, his lover, seemed to be close to him.

The peach grove, the peach grove where they got married, the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the sun is just right...

Unable to restrain himself, he muttered the name that made his heart ache to the point of suffocation, "Three Holy Mothers..."

Yang Chan tightly held Chen Xiang's little hand, pressed it against her own cheek, closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling.Her son and her husband were clinging tightly to her side, as if the 16-year separation of flesh and blood in the dark and secret prison was just a big dream, as if this rippling peach forest was her reality.

In the far distance of the peach forest, an old woman in a dark purple long dress ran towards the direction of Chen Xiang's mother and child. Suddenly, a sharp blue light exploded in front of the old woman, leaving a deep trail on the ground. Deep grooves.The old lady was quite nimble, and she managed to dodge it.

Yang Jian, dressed in plain clothes, stopped in front of the old woman, holding a three-pointed and two-edged halberd in his hand, staring at her coldly.

"Erlangshen... you can actually manifest the primordial spirit in the fantasy dream you constructed?" The old woman couldn't help but took half a step back.

"Since you know me, you dare to trespass into Yang Jian's realm of divine consciousness. You have some guts." Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-bladed halberd glowed coldly, "Say, you are deliberately planning to break into this realm. for what?"

The old woman forcibly suppressed her fear, and said with a stiff smile: "Seeing that the aura is flourishing here, the little demon wanted to come in and take a look, but unexpectedly disturbed Zhenjun Erlang."

Yang Jian raised his gun and pointed at the fox demon, raised his eyebrows and said, "Get out, lest you lose your life in vain."

The old woman reluctantly settled down and thought to herself.After living for thousands of years, she has heard about the technique of attracting dreams. It is nothing more than matchmaking, but it is just unexpected that there is a dream owner who can enter the dream in person. Erlang Shen is indeed a powerful character.It's just... If he escapes at this time, how can he survive if he is caught by Erlang God in the future?On the contrary, there is still a glimmer of life in this dream. Erlang God must have spent most of his energy. If he fights with all his strength, he may still have a chance of winning. When Erlang God dies, the San Shengmu will be completely defenseless, and his soul will be scattered with the collapse of the dream. , but I can retreat along the path I came from.

The old woman smiled charmingly and said, "Don't think I don't know, you used a lot of mana to use the technique of attracting dreams, and now you enter the country in person with Yuanshen, I don't know how much strength Erlang Zhenjun has left?" , has jumped on the whole body, directly digging into Yang Jian's heart.

Yang Jian dodged sideways, thrusting his spear obliquely to force the fox monster away.

This old fox, at least 3000 years old, has quite a bit of strength.Yang Chan and Chen Xiang were attracted by Yang Jian himself, and he was able to push them out of the dreamland with his thoughts, but this fox demon broke in without permission and was not controlled by Yang Jian's spiritual sense.

Yang Jian secretly regretted that he had agreed to the third sister's offer in a moment of soft-heartedness.