Nezha Breeding Manual

Even though Nezha had told her that it was impossible for him to recover his sense of taste, and he didn't need to eat now, Ye Wanqiu still pulled him to try many other methods.

Seeing him shaking his head again and again, Ye Wanqiu finally accepted the reality, and comforted the other party weakly: "Actually... Maybe you can think about it from a different angle. Just think of it as saving you the effort of thinking about what to eat three times a day like everyone else. .”

Nezha looked at her disappointed face, and the white fingers holding the chopsticks couldn't help but swipe and scrape along the chopsticks a few times, and finally put them on the table, comforting him inexperiencedly: "Don't worry superior."

Maybe it's because he needs to restrain his mood swings at all times, so as to ensure that he won't be backlashed by the divine power of Nirvana Red Lotus.The details of Nezha's demeanor that will be directly shown on his face are much less than before, and he often has a cold and expressionless face.

Only when you look into his eyes, will you occasionally see his original shadow.

Ye Wanqiu was confused by his words: "I should tell you this, why did you comfort me instead?"

He lowered his eyes, but quickly raised them again.After touching the helpless smile on the corner of Ye Wanqiu's mouth, the cold white halo in his dark eyes slightly stretched out, as if he was smiling lightly.

In fact, for Nezha, since he no longer needs to eat like before, it doesn't matter whether he has a sense of taste or not.It's just that when I think of the pastries and dishes she has made, regrets really come to my heart.

But she seemed to be more sad than herself.

Seeing Ye Wanqiu stretching out his hands to grab the bangs on his forehead in agitation, the wide white sleeves slid down and folded between the elbows, and his arms were tightly wrapped in silk, Nezha suddenly asked: "The wounds on your hands are okay. Is it?"

"You've asked me countless times." Ye Wanqiu stretched out his hand in front of him, wiggling his fingers a few times, "I haven't felt it for a long time."

Seeing his slightly gloomy eyes, Ye Wanqiu immediately knew what he was thinking, and simply stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of him: "Okay, okay, don't think about it. This is the talent of us women, you men can't learn it. "

"What?" Nezha didn't understand.

"You don't know this. We women are born with tenacious vitality. Even if you lose half of your blood at once, there is still hope for rescue. You men can't do it. If you lose a third of your blood, you have to kowtow to report. After all, who makes women months..."

Speaking of this, Ye Wanqiu suddenly stopped talking: "Why am I..."

Nezha still had a dazed expression on his face, even a little bit more shocked by the bombardment of the blind spot of knowledge: "What?"

"Uh, it's nothing. Speaking of which, when do you plan to return to Chentangguan?"

"Just two days."

"Then what is the purpose of going to Chaoge?"

"Shanghe's luck in this Cangxing year has come to an end. There will be new people and new families to take over this world, and the Six Realms will also enter a new year. There will be a war in the world."

Speaking of this, Nezha couldn't help but think of what Nuwa told him just now, that Ye Wanqiu is closely related to the world.

Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, and his expression couldn't be said to be good or bad, it was only unpredictable, Ye Wanqiu asked a little nervously: "What's the matter? Is there any danger in going to Chaoge?"

"No." He replied, "It's just because at the end of the year, the boundaries of the six realms have become blurred with each other. Therefore, creatures of other races will also join in. I went to Chaoge this time to test my own divine power. How is it controlled, and the second is to help the two people that Master asked me to take care of."

"Yes..." Hearing what Nezha said, she seemed to be able to guess who it was.

"Ji Fa, Jiang Ziya."

……

It was only the end of February when they left Chentangguan, the cold spring was in full bloom, and the misty rain was misty.And now when I came back, it was already the midsummer season of August.

Looking at the vast blue East China Sea under the clear sky, Ye Wanqiu felt a little complicated.A few months ago, the sea cliff was covered with blood and piles of corpses, and now it has returned to the brownish yellow color of the rock itself, but those memories have always been imprinted in her mind, so that she will recall it as soon as she sees it.

There are several fishing boats floating on the sea surface. The fishermen are skillfully casting nets and salvage fishes. The silvery fishes are thrown into the cabins. The whole East China Sea looks peaceful and calm.

"Let's go." Nezha withdrew his gaze, "Go and see the city."

After entering the city, Ye Wanqiu realized that today should be the opening day of the market in the south of the city, because everyone basically gathered there.Seeing Nezha and Ye Wanqiu suddenly appearing, the people around were involuntarily stunned, and subconsciously began to discuss in a low voice which noble son this handsome young man in front of him belonged to.

Looking at the girls around who were staring at Nezha with shy faces and bright eyes, Ye Wanqiu suddenly had a strange idea - if she called him "Miss San" at this time, what would the whole city south of the city be like? scene.

Thinking about it feels very exciting, and even a little eager to try.

Nezha on the side obviously didn't know what strange things she was planning, so she just looked around while walking and said, "It doesn't look like anything, and there are no other creatures mixed in. Let's go back to the mansion."

"Oh, good."

His words of going back to the mansion suddenly woke up someone around him, and he looked at Ye Wanqiu and Nezha who had gone away suddenly, clapped his hands and said, "Isn't that girl just now the goddess before the General Military Mansion!"

"Then who is that person next to her?"

"How do I know that..."

Returning to the General Military Mansion is both a farewell and farewell.

Ye Wanqiu stood outside the door, watching Mrs. Yin sitting in a dark gray light, with her eyes closed, lying on the soft pillow behind her with a tired face, she didn't react when she heard someone coming in, she just said weakly: "Chun Si , I want a glass of water."

She looked much older than in February, her expression was haggard and pitiful, and her whole body was lifeless.There were a few clusters of candles flickering slightly on the side of her bed, as if in the next second, she would disappear into those surging shadows, so frighteningly thin.

Nezha took the water, knelt and sat under Mrs. Yin's bed, and called out in a very soft voice, "Mother."

Mrs. Yin frowned slightly, and looked at the tall slender boy in front of her suspiciously. She was a little dazed, as if she was still dreaming, and her mind was not fully awake. She just looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"It's me, mother." Nezha handed the water to her, "I'm back."

Mrs. Yin was stunned for a moment, and after carefully identifying the contours of the other person's brows and eyes, her cloudy eyes suddenly trembled, and instantly became clear.Her body was trembling, the water in her hand spilled uncontrollably on the quilt, her pale lips opened and closed several times, and she murmured cautiously: "Nezha?"

Although the ancestor of Nuwa said that after the lotus incarnation, he can freely contact others, but Nezha still seemed a little uneasy. He only raised his hand, and slowly, slowly reached out to Mrs. Yin, for fear of burning her like before. , the arm holding his mother was a little stiff because of being too cautious.

Ye Wanqiu turned her head away the moment Madam Yin cried out, left the house and came to the courtyard, sat on the grass, stared in a daze at the clusters of lush and fragrant white orchids on the deep green trees.

A flower that had already bloomed to the extreme fell from the branch and just stopped on Ye Banqiu's knee. It had a light yellow petal with a strong and elegant floral fragrance, and it was Ye Zhilan's favorite flower.

She pinched the petal between her fingertips, white threads of light wrapped around it, and lifted it to the clear and clear sky above her head.Gradually, the petals that fell on the grass were rolled up by the white light in Ye Wanqiu's hand.They all turned into downy yellow birds with white wingtips, and one by one they flew away from her and rose into the sky.

She suddenly hoped that these flowers could fly to her mother, and she wanted to go home.

Nezha didn't see Ye Wanqiu after he came out of Mrs. Yin's residence, and when he was looking around, a white orchid suddenly fell from his shoulder.He took it off, walked along the direction where the flowers were scattered, and saw Ye Wanqiu sitting under the tree in a daze, his frowning brows relaxed immediately.

However, when he got closer, he realized that the other person's face was not very good, as if he was sad.

Before he could open his mouth, Ye Wanqiu was attracted by the too covering lotus scent on his body and turned his head, got up and patted the remaining flowers and leaves on his body: "Are you leaving?"

Seeing Nezha humming, she nodded and said, "Then let's go."

But when he just turned around, he was grabbed by his hand.

Ye Wanqiu turned her head in amazement, her gaze fell into the other's dark eyes, there was a clean and cold gleam in it, like a firefly floating up and down.

"You don't seem very happy."

She blinked and teased him half-jokingly: "Did you do anything to upset me?"

Nezha thought for a while, then shook his head.Ye Wanqiu laughed: "That's fine. I have nothing to do, let's go to Chaoge."

She didn't want to say it, so Nezha didn't ask any more questions. It was just that he was slightly and clearly depressed about her concealment, but he only said: "Okay."

Chaoge is located in the south of Chentangguan, more than three hundred miles apart from each other, and is the capital of Shang.Therefore, in Ye Wanqiu's perception, this place should be much more prosperous and lively than Chentangguan.

But when she and Nezha came to the sky above Chaoge City, she realized that this place was not what she thought it was at all.

It was a mass of thick black and faintly red demon mist, covering the top of Chaoge City like some kind of living tissue, surging in circles.Nezha raised his hand and wanted to release the circle of heaven and earth to break it up, but hesitated for a moment, put the gold ring back on his wrist, and wrapped the Huntian Ling around Ye Wanqiu: "Go down and have a look first."

Ye Wanqiu nodded, "Then what should you do?"

"It's okay. You follow me closely."

Nezha said, put away the Hot Wheels, and jumped straight into the black mist swamp with deep demonic power.Maybe it's because the lotus incarnation has a self-restraining effect on evil spirits, the turbulent mist will automatically disperse as soon as it touches Nezha, leaving a relatively clear passage for Ye Wanqiu behind him.

When passing through that layer of fog, Ye Wanqiu saw distorted pale human faces hanging around, buried by the surrounding black and red light, revealing an indescribable gloom.

Some of these faces had no ears, some had no eyeballs, and there were only two bloody hollows left. On some faces, the facial features were actually misplaced.It was weird and terrifying, as if it had been cut off and then sewn on randomly.They hung densely in the mist layer, constantly ups and downs and rotations, and at this moment, they all faced the two people who just broke in from the outside.

Although not all the faces around have eyes, Ye Wanqiu always feels that they are staring at him motionlessly.This kind of all-round scrutiny made her scalp feel numb, and in addition to the smell of Nezha, she also had a faint smell like something festering.

Ye Wanqiu wanted to ask Nezha what they were, but didn't want to, just as he opened his mouth, Hun Tianling rolled up and covered it up, and he couldn't make any sound.

Nezha turned around, raised his index finger and pressed it lightly to his lips, signaling her not to speak for now.Ye Wanqiu nodded, and the two of them quickly passed through the nightmarish fog and came to an alleyway with few people.

Standing on the ground and looking at the sky of Chaoge City at this time, it is a desolate and depressing black and blood red, and even the light that shines through is that ominous and strange color, with overwhelming shadows, sticking to every inch of Chaoge The ground, like coagulated blood, covered every corner within sight.

Under the bleak sea of ​​blood-colored clouds, there is that lingering rancid and acrid smell everywhere.Fortunately, because Nezha was right next to him, as long as Ye Wanqiu didn't pay attention, he wouldn't be able to smell it.

"It's okay." Nezha said, taking back Huntianling.Ye Wanqiu heaved a sigh of relief, then frowned and asked, "Who were those just now?"

"Those are human skin puppets. Human skins are used to seal their souls, and then refined into a kind of necromancer." Nezha explained, showing a kind of cold disgust in his tone.

"Did it be done by a demon? But where did you catch so many people?" Ye Wanqiu asked shudderingly.Those human faces just now are almost innumerable, and it is hard to imagine how many living people were used to make them.

"Judging from the method of torture, they should all be slaves here." Nezha glanced at the alley, and used magic to disguise them as ordinary people, "Let's go out."

Walking outside, Ye Wanqiu was surprised to find that the people here were all living normally.There are children chasing and fighting with each other, there are small stalls selling all kinds of cloth or tea, post stations with people coming and going, and old people carrying water and firewood, walking hobbled on the street.

"They..." Ye Wanqiu withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice, "They can't see the demon fog in the sky, can they?"

Nezha nodded slightly: "These monster fogs are extraordinary, and some undead spirits have even just formed, and they should still be in the forming stage, and they are only used to guard the sky over Chaoge for the time being."

"What if it waits for it to take shape?"

"That would be a little troublesome to deal with."

Just as he was speaking, there was a thunderous sound from the other side of the street, the ground shook, and dust was everywhere, like the prelude to a storm.This sound was like a signal, and the civilians on the street were instantly silenced.The boys and girls who were still playing around were all taken back by their parents and guarded behind them.Pedestrians on the road were like a flock of frightened sparrows, running away in a panic, and the entire street was emptied in an instant.

Rows of horses clad in bronze armor and troops armed with spears and spears burst out of the dust with the sound of thunder.Behind them are prison carts full of slaves, surrounded by spiked wooden fences, and the people inside are all wearing heavy wooden shackles and shackles.

These slaves consisted of men and women, and there were even many skinny children. They filled the entire street, and there was almost no end in sight.Until the front-end army was completely invisible, the prison carts containing slaves and livestock continued to extend in front of them, one after another, and the sound of the wheels continued for a long time.

"How come there are so many slaves?" Ye Wanqiu looked at the endless convoy in disbelief.The uncle on the side looked at her in surprise: "Is the girl a foreigner?"

"Yes. Excuse me, why are there so many slaves here?" Ye Wanqiu asked.

"These are slaves for the new Lutai built by the king." The uncle shook his head and sighed.

"What does Lutai want so many slaves for?" She was a little puzzled.

"Create a ceremony." Nezha said without warmth, looking in the direction of the convoy with cold eyes.

Ye Wanqiu recalled what he had learned before, and had a vague impression of the building ceremony that Nezha talked about.

In the Shang Dynasty, because everyone from the rulers to the common people attached great importance to ghosts and gods and despised human affairs, and they used divination and divination in everything, so the custom of offering sacrifices prevailed.The building ceremony is the ceremony used in the construction of new houses, that is, filling pits with living people and livestock.

From laying the foundation, laying the foundation, installing the gate, to the final completion, every step requires a lot of human sacrifices.Generally, the more noble the family, the more slaves and livestock are used.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu instantly understood where the undead ghosts covering Chaoge City came from.Obviously from these slaves who were about to be used for rituals.

This realization made her shiver a little. She hoped that Zongbing Li's Mansion was not built in the same way back then, otherwise it would be too bald.

At this time, among the many slaves, Nezha noticed that there was a young man who was the most special.

He was like the others, with disheveled hair and shackles on his hands.He was obviously extremely tired, but he was still sitting in the prison car, his back under the tattered robes was straight and straight, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowning, his face was pale, and even if he was a prisoner, he still had a kind of nobility that could not be tempered.

Nezha watched him and other slaves disappear out of sight, and remembered Taiyi's "after Xiqi", the future monarch after the destruction of Shang.

Taiyi didn't tell Nezha Jifa's appearance, but only mentioned Chaoge, and they would see it naturally.

Could it be that young man just now?

He looked again in the direction where the prison car disappeared just now.

At the same time, the convoy finally came to an end, and the crowd gradually dispersed.Ye Wanqiu looked at Nezha with an uneasy expression: "What kind of sacrificial method can only be thought up by the devil? Why do you have that perverted habit of sleeping on other people's corpses? Is it because you are afraid that you will be too lonely, so you feel that you are not at home? Alone?"

"Let's go, let's follow." Nezha said, pulling Ye Wanqiu up and chased towards the convoy.

The two walked along the roof to the city wall of the Shang Palace, watching the huge maroon city gate slowly open, like the mouth of some kind of giant beast, swallowing those convoys and humans continuously.They bypassed the patrolling soldiers by the wall, sneaked into the palace, and came to the periphery near the main hall.Those long convoys began to disperse, heading to different places.

"The source of the demon mist is also here." Nezha looked up at the top of the city wall of the main palace.Countless gray and black stones are piled up under the scarlet sky, which looks particularly oppressive.When you get closer, you can even hear sounds similar to hissing and whispering, as if something is imprisoned in these stones, calling non-stop.

Sensing the approach of non-human beings, the stone wall began to vibrate, turning over one by one, exposing countless hand bones inside.In the center of the palm of each open hand bone, there is a red eyeball, growling sharply at them, and continuously growing: "Get out of the way—! Get out of the palace!"

Nezha subconsciously dragged Ye Wanqiu behind him to protect him, the flames in his hands were burning, and the golden-red flames climbed all the way up his arms, burning all the mortal disguises on his body, revealing the original appearance of gods.

The young man was tall and tall, with a purple flame sharp spear in his hand, staring at the countless bone claws that were getting closer and closer in front of him, easily cutting them into ashes.

After the dust settled, Ye Wanqiu heard a rather familiar voice behind him:

"Have the people from the Protoss finally come?"

She turned her head and saw Mo Yan in a dark blue robe standing not far away, looking at them with a half-smile.

"You are……"

Before she was finished being surprised, Nezha had already turned the Ziyan sharp spear sharply, pointing directly at Mo Yan's direction, with a cold and deep voice: "Who is it?"

Mo Yan tilted his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows: "Sanmai True Fire, this is not something that ordinary protoss can control."

The author has something to say: the test is over.

Cold and tired, with twists and turns.