After all, Chen Xiang is only sixteen years old and has grown up in a peaceful life. This is incomparable to the days when his uncle saw his family destroyed and everyone was killed when he was about ten years old and fled with his sister.

For him, escaping from Liujia Village and his days of studying in a private school on the pretext of looking for his mother was already the greatest victory.

But now I have Xiaoyu, a pretty vixen, as my good friend, and I have the eighth prince Ao Chun as my buddy. We can't miss Shu when we travel all the way.

But the good times could not last forever. His uncle Erlang Shen was pressing behind him step by step. The brilliance of the lotus lantern suddenly reminded him of his mother in his dream that night.

So, I rushed to Huashan, and the search for my mother started burning in my heart again.

In the final analysis, he is not a cold-natured person, nor is he a villain who forgets his mother when he has a wife. Deep down in his heart, there is a feeling of indifference that oppresses him sometimes.

After all, he is a sixteen-year-old child, a boy in adolescence who longs for freedom. At the same time, he is also an ambitious young man with justice and perseverance in his heart, who longs for the reunion of his parents.

He wiped away his tears, straightened his chest again, and said, "We can't play anymore, I want to go to Huashan, and I want to find my mother!"

He said so firmly, and this inner persistence also infected Xiaoyu and Ao Chun beside him. They both nodded and said: "Yes, Chenxiang, let's accompany you to Huashan to find your mother!"

The three teenagers continued on the road to Huashan.

But they didn't know that the soul of the third son of the Yang family was there quietly watching the agarwood gradually disappear, with a trace of relief in his eyes, and then he fell to the ground helplessly.

Ding Mansion, Huayin County, in the courtyard.

Ding Xiang silently operated the Beixuan Divine Art in her body, then suddenly activated it, stretched out her finger, and shouted: "Get up!"

A few feet away, a fist-sized stone immediately flew up, spun three times under Ding Xiang's command, and then suddenly flew towards the archery target on the side.

With the sound of "duang", sparks flew everywhere!

The stone, like Li Xuan's arrow, actually penetrated the target, then hit the wall and broke into more than a dozen pieces, flying everywhere.

You must know that the courtyard wall of Ding Mansion is made of blue bricks and solid stone. It is tall and thick. With Ding Xiang's current ability, it is naturally impossible to penetrate it, but breaking it into more than a dozen pieces is enough to show the strength of this stone.

Got it!

"Great! Master, I have magic power, I have magic power!"

When Ding Xiang saw this, she jumped up and down with joy, then moved her left hand to her forehead hair again, put her hands on her hips and smiled coquettishly, looking very proud of herself.

Chen Zhao stood aside, his expression as usual, but he was quite satisfied in his heart.

He has been staying in Ding Mansion for a few days, and Ding Xiang, under the guidance of Chen Zhao, has mastered some "immortal skills" that are as small as the smallest.

In the original drama, Yang Jian opened his heavenly eye and poured part of his magic power into Ding Xiang's body, making this silly girl who was obsessed with immortality possess magic power.

Over the years, Chen Zhao has certainly learned a lot of magic, and now with the help of a teaching, a trace of magic power was imparted to her through the air.

After a few days, Chen Zhao has come to believe that this Ding Xiang is worthy of being the second female lead in the Lotus Lantern world. She is indeed extremely talented. In just a few days, she has mastered the magic skill.

…

Not far outside Huayin County, in a beautiful place, there is a luxurious mansion.

This is the private residence of Zun Qian Yongjiang in Huayin County. Zhuangzi is surrounded by small rivers, green willows, and the scenery is very pleasant.

A luxury carriage sped along the bluestone road, and when it arrived at the gate of the manor, the driver lifted the reins and made a very graceful movement, and the luxury carriage stopped firmly at the gate.

This carriage is worth thousands of gold, and there are only two of them in the world. The other one is used by Wei Guogong, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, and the Minister of Political Affairs, Han Qi.

Therefore, this carriage is the most luxurious carriage in the world.

The car door opened, and a tall and elegant young man walked out. He looked around, his eyes seemed to be able to shoot lightning from the nine heavens, as if a tiger's eyes could kill people with just one glare, making people afraid to face him.

Looking at each other.

Behind the young man in colorful clothes were a man and two women, both of whom were gorgeously dressed and looked intently.

The man's figure was average, but he stood as straight as a javelin. The pace of his feet was surprisingly in harmony with the young man in colorful clothes, as if there was a mysterious fit.

The other two women had frosty faces. One was holding a sword and the other was playing a piano. Their aura was also shocking.

The young man in rich clothes led them into the gate of the manor with great strides. Everyone they met along the way bowed their heads in greeting, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"Did you see it? He is Chen Yi, the direct grandson of Patriarch Chen Tuan. He has strong magic power and vast supernatural powers. This time, the Lord invited him here to deal with the immortal mage hired by the Ding family. It must be no small matter."

At the gate, several guards were talking quietly.

"Tsk tsk, I have long heard that Chen Yi is different from his ancestors and is extremely lustful. It is said that the maids behind him are all daughters of famous families. Not only are they stunning in appearance, but they also have magical powers. You said he does it every night..." A guard

He said with a lewd smile.

"Shut up! Qian Xiaoyong, do you want to kill us all? Are you allowed to discuss Chen Xianchang's affairs?"

Another man with a steady expression reprimanded, he was the leader of the guard, "The last person who talked about him like this was already turned into ashes by his eyes."

Qian Xiaoyong's face turned pale, and he immediately felt like a duck being pinched by the neck, not daring to say a word.

"The descendant of Patriarch Chen Tuan, the direct disciple of Emperor Xiyue, the descendant of Zhong Kui..." The oldest guard frowned: "I have been following my lord for many years, and my lord has never invited so many Taoists. Do you want to discount the young master?"

Is that person really a person with supernatural powers?"

As soon as he said these words, the whole place fell into silence.

"There is no other explanation other than this! Although my lord has never practiced Taoism and does not know magic, he had close contacts with these Taoist practitioners when he was young. However, he is not willing to invite these big shots unless it is absolutely necessary!"

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Inside the village courtyard, there is a small courtyard. There is a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps. The finishing is very strict. Not even a fly can fly into the study room in the courtyard.

Since ancient times, China has had a tradition of not serving as an official locally, but Qian Yongjiang is a native of Huayin and can still hold the position of local county magistrate, which fully reflects his specialness and uniqueness in Huayin County.

The biggest reason is that he can communicate with the immortals in the Yong and Qin areas. He is the communicator between the Song Dynasty and these immortals, and his position is very important.

However, he did not expect that he was diligent in governing the place and dealing with gods on behalf of the government. However, he did not expect that because he had no time to discipline his playboy son, he had his legs broken by a so-called passing god.

No matter how he said it, he was a respectable person. Even if his son failed to live up to his expectations, he would never tolerate anyone trying to deal with him.

So after seeing his son's miserable condition, he was furious. After inquiring about it, he immediately invited these monks from the Yongqin area to come and help him.

The study door opened, and Chen Yi, a man in fine clothes, walked in with a man and two women. Qian Yongjiang, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled and said: "Chen Xianchang, you are late. You will be fined three drinks later."

"You are the Marquis of Baili, the Lord of Mu Shou. Since you have to drink three drinks as a penalty, I will not dare to refuse."

Chen Yi laughed loudly and sat in his seat without being greeted. It seemed that he came here many times.

The man standing upright like a javelin behind him immediately poured him a cup of tea, and an indescribable fragrance suddenly filled the entire study. It was Hangzhou's authentic Yuqian Longjing tea.

Chen Yi was holding the tea cup, but he was not in a hurry to drink it and glanced over.
Chapter completed!