Prehistoric: The Golden Crow Emperor, robbed Sanqing at the beginning

A flash of disappointment flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, but he quickly put it away: "Cultivation as an immortal is a very hard thing, are you sure you can endure this hardship?"

"I can." Chen Xiang was in high spirits and opened her mouth.

"Okay, from now on, you will come here at this time every day, and uncle will teach you. However, you cannot tell anyone about your meeting with me, including your father." Yang Jian agreed.

"Why? By the way, as for my mother, I have never seen my mother. Everyone else has a mother, but I don't. Every time I ask my father, my father says that my mother will come back when I grow up, but Now I am sixteen years old, and my mother still hasn’t come back.”

"Uncle, do you know where my mother has gone?"

Chenxiang looked at Yang Jian expectantly.

"Now is not the time. When the time comes, you will know." Yang Jian felt guilty and did not dare to look into Chen Xiang's eyes.

Because this look was so familiar to him. When Yang Chan was a child, she looked at him expectantly and asked him when we could see our parents.

Although he was trying to protect Yang Chan, he was the one who pinned Yang Chan down at the foot of Huashan Mountain with his own hands.

"Another answer, uncle, can you tell me what my mother looks like? If you are so handsome, my mother must be very beautiful."

Chenxiang looked into the distance expectantly and muttered: "I really want to have a mother, but I don't even know what a mother looks like in my dreams."

Yang Jian was stabbed hard in the heart, and his voice was a little harsh: "Your mother is very beautiful, very gentle, and the best woman in the world."

"It's just like I imagined. Then why did my mother leave me? I thought my mother passed away, but my father said that my mother was alive and well." Chen Xiang didn't understand.

"Because your mother did something wrong and needs to make up for it." Yang Jian sighed.

"Is that so? Uncle, why did you come to see me now?" Chenxiang scratched his head.

"Because I don't like your father. He is not worthy of your mother. If it were not for you and your mother's sake, I would have killed him long ago." When Liu Yanchang was mentioned, Yang Jian could not control his disgust.

"My, my dad is pretty good." Chen Xiang wanted to retort, but obviously lacked the confidence.

His uncle is a fairy, and his mother is most likely a fairy. But it doesn't matter what his father wants. He seems to be unworthy of a fairy, but he can't say anything wrong with his father. At least his father is very good to him.

"Don't mention him to me. I will never recognize him. Okay, go back and come here tomorrow morning. Uncle will teach you how to practice."

Yang Jian was worried that he could not suppress his anger and scare Chen Xiang, so he left Hua Hong.

"Wow, let's go now. It's amazing." Chen Xiang's eyes widened.

Early the next morning, Chenxiang rushed over eagerly.

Yang Jian did not teach Chenxiang the cultivation method, but taught the mortal cultivation method - martial arts, to temper Chenxiang's character.

When he first put the Lotus Lamp into Agarwood's body, he used the Lotus Lamp to create immortal roots for Agarwood. With the immortal roots there, Agarwood can use magic techniques to directly introduce spiritual energy into the body for cultivation.

He can even use Huang Zhongli to directly turn agarwood into a golden immortal.

But Agarwood's character is too bad and her character is not firm enough, so she can't go far in anything.

He also practiced martial arts to hone his character. At that time, he was only five or six years old. He was fighting with wild beasts every day. If he was not careful, his body would be wiped out. Fortunately, he survived.

Chen Xiang is practicing like this, but he is much more comfortable than he was back then.

"I'm so tired, uncle, is there any way to relax a little bit?"

After practicing for only more than ten minutes, Chen Xiang collapsed on the ground and wanted to give up.

"Hmph, there is no shortcut in this world. If you can't bear this little hardship, what qualifications do you have to become an immortal and live forever?"

"No matter what you want, you have to pay for it. A mortal's life span is only a hundred years. With a temper like yours, you are destined to achieve nothing and you are not qualified to see your mother."

Yang Jian's expression turned cold, and a powerful aura filled the air. Chen Xiang was startled, and quickly got up and walked obediently.

"I will come to check in half a month."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left.

As soon as Yang Jian left, Chenxiang immediately relaxed: "I'm so tired. It won't be the same if I practice again at noon. My uncle doesn't know anyway."

After saying that, he ran home, but he didn't know that Yang Jian was watching.

"Master, this kid is too undisciplined." Roaring Sky Dog couldn't stand it.

"Sure enough, without hatred, there is no motivation." Yang Jian squinted his eyes and calculated, and said: "You pretend to be a robber to break into the house tonight, humiliate the father and son, and break Liu Yanchang's legs."

"Okay." Roaring Heavenly Dog geared up. He had long wanted to beat up that loser Liu Yanchang. This piece of shit actually tainted the young lady.

At night, the Roaring Sky Dog broke into Liu Yanchang's house. He was arrogant and domineering, slapped the father and son with his big mouth, and was extremely humiliating. He emptied the house and broke Liu Yanchang's legs.

After this difficulty, Chen Xiang finally grew up, took care of Liu Yanchang, and went from house to house to lend money to Liu Yanchang for treatment of his injuries. However, Liu Yanchang's injuries were too serious and he could not recover at all.

Agarwood wanted to take revenge and practiced hard every day.

Finally, after half a month, Chen Xiang couldn't wait to find Yang Jian, crying and complaining: "Uncle, a thief broke into my house and robbed me, breaking my father's leg. Uncle, please help me take revenge."

"You have grown up and are a man. If you have revenge, you should avenge yourself. You are a mere thief. If you practice as I teach you, you will be able to take revenge in three months at most." Yang Jian said.

"Yes, I will definitely practice hard." Chenxiang wiped away her tears.

Yang Jian nodded happily. As expected, hatred is the best motivation.

Yang Jian planned well, but a month later, two uninvited guests disrupted his plan. Ao Bingxin brought Ao Chun, the eighth prince of Donghai, to visit Chenxiang.

After learning about the experience, Ao Bingxin used her magic power to help Liu Yanchang heal his legs.

As soon as Liu Yanchang recovered, Chenxiang became careless again, and took Ao Chun to do nothing all day long.

Yang Jian's face darkened when he saw this. Just then, he found that Tiannu, the servant of the Queen Mother, was injured while doing work for the Queen Mother. He actually wanted to absorb the vitality of the baby to heal his wounds. He immediately took out his anger on Tiannu.

Tiannu was beaten half to death. He dared not speak out and returned to heaven obediently.

As soon as he returned to heaven, he met the Fairy of Flowers. The Fairy of Flowers spoke up for Tiannu and told him about Yang Chan and Chenxiang.

Tiannu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Looking at Tiannu who left excitedly, the Fairy of Flowers raised a mocking sneer at the corner of her mouth.

On this day, Yang Jian had just returned to the Zhenjun Temple when Tiannu came to him with a face full of arrogance: "Yang Jian, bring me 100 Nine Revolutions Golden Pills to heal my wounds."

"Are you crazy?" Xiaotian Dog was stunned. How could a mere slave be so arrogant?

"Yang Jian, your sister wanted to be a mortal and gave birth to an illegitimate child. Do you think you can hide it?"

"You beat me up before, but I asked for 100 Nine Revolutions Golden Pills, which is not enough. If you don't give it to me, tell Queen Mother Wang immediately."

Tiannu was so arrogant. He knew how much Yang Jian cared about Yang Chan. This matter was Yang Jian's Achilles' heel.