Nezha Breeding Manual

Today is a dusty day, and the sky has been dark and gloomy since I woke up in the morning.The sun was blurred by the floating sand all over the sky until there was only an orange circle of light left, imprinted on the same hazy sky.The whistling of the wind did not stop all night, but it tended to intensify.

Seeing that the visibility has gradually decreased, and the smoke and sand entrenched in the distant desert began to gradually move towards the direction of the city wall, Yibuha quickly jumped down from the Populus euphratica tree, covering his mouth and nose with his veil, and raised his head. Sheng Sheng called out to the girl who was still sitting on the sandstone staring at the sky in a daze, signaling her to leave quickly, a strong sandstorm was coming.

Hearing her voice, Ye Wanqiu finally regained consciousness from his wandering thoughts. Looking back, he saw that the sun had been completely erased from the sky, and the skyline close to the end of the Gobi Desert in the distance was also crushed by a mighty gray and black. The sound of the wind is sharp and piercing, and the yellow sand is dancing.

She got up and ran down the rock group. The bright red veil was blown straight to her face by the wind. She felt that she could grab some sand or gravel in the wind and blow it on her skin. Provides a clear tingle.

Yibuha hurried over a few steps, pulled Ye Wanqiu up and ran towards the city.She grew up in the desert since she was a child, and she is used to this kind of dusty sky and yellow sand, and she runs much more briskly than Ye Wanqiu.

After finally returning to the walled city, the streets were already empty, and everyone hid in their houses, waiting for the wind and sand to pass before coming out.

Ibha's home is on the edge of the walled city, a small room that looks fragile, where she lives with her brother Zhuozik and their grandmother Abana.

Now there is one more Ye Wanqiu.

It has been almost ten days since she came to this completely unfamiliar land of the Western Regions. Since she can't understand or understand the language and characters of these Western Regions people, she still doesn't know what time it is and where this place is.

Except for a few extremely simple words, the daily communication with Ibha's family is maintained by smiling, gestures, shaking the head and nodding.

And what makes her feel even more hopeless is that after Mie Shi was swept away and brought to this desert city in the Western Regions, her ability has been in a very weak state, as if being suppressed by something.

Although it has gradually improved significantly in the past few days, it is still far from the original.But even if she is still in her original state, she doesn't know where to find Nezha now.

The Qianyuan Void Realm had disappeared, and she didn't know where the Qishan where Li Jing and his wife lived was, let alone how to get to the capital of the Western Zhou Dynasty.Moreover, after the new era begins, the boundaries between the six realms will become extremely strong. The gods still have human incense to worship and can freely enter and leave the human world, but she doesn't know how to get to the god realm.

The most important thing is that this city is located in the desert, no matter which direction you look, it is a desolate rocky yellow. If you don't choose the right direction, you may go deeper and deeper towards the desert and Gobi.

The longer she stayed here, the more panic Ye Wanqiu felt, as if she was forcibly taken away from the Battle of the Conferred Gods by that voice, and then abandoned here again, leaving her to fend for herself.

I thought it would be easier to face the current situation after having the experience of coming to the Shang Dynasty.However, Ye Wanqiu found that his luck was like the exchange rate of the pound sterling after being looted by the financial air force led by Soros. It collapsed all the way to no bottom line.

At any rate, the place where she fell was not too far from Chentang Pass, and the people around her could understand what they were saying.But now she was sent to a Western Region city called every day, where the land was ineffective and the language was unintelligible. She couldn't even describe her feeling of collapse, and she hated the one who threw her here like a thing. Lost voice.

So for Ye Wanqiu today, life is so simple that there are only two things - waiting for her to recover, and insulting the voice that brought her to this frontier desert city.

If possible, she hoped that the owner of that voice could be imprisoned in the [-]th hell, and could never be reborn forever.

Fortunately, the same as last time, the family she met was quite kind, even though they couldn't communicate at all, they still took her in.If she can leave here in the future, she hopes to repay them.

I just prayed that the era I came to would not be too far away from the original Battle of the Conferred Gods, otherwise, even with Jiang Ziya's 130-year-old longevity, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive until the day I found him to help contact the God Realm.

After entering the house, Ibuha immediately used all kinds of wooden strips and other things to block every crack in the house to prevent the wind and sand from blowing into the house.The elder brother Zhuozike drove a few livestock back home from the oasis at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and locked them in a nearby shed. Before he could shake off the yellow sand on his body when he entered the door, he gave Ye Banqiu a handful of fresh and fragrant roses.

Yibuha once took her to see the river that gathers meltwater from the snow-capped mountains. Relying on those incomparably precious natural water sources, the oasis that this city of the Western Regions relies on for its livelihood actually hides a sea of ​​bright red roses.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the bouquet of red roses that had been blown to and fro by the wind, said a non-standard "I" in the language of the Western Regions with an obvious questioning tone, and pointed at himself by the way.Zhuozike nodded, the room was dimly lit, and Ye Wanqiu couldn't see his expression clearly.

She took it and thanked him awkwardly.The other party smiled, and after taking off his coat, he ran upstairs.

Yibuha lit the candle, pointed to Ye Wanqiu, and then pointed to the direction where Zhuozike disappeared just now, and took up the corner of the veil and twirled it cheerfully, with a smile on his lively face.

Although he doesn't quite understand many of their etiquette and meaning of actions, Ye Wanqiu can probably understand what she means, just smiled and shook his head, and put the roses in the stone vase on the table.

Zhuozike always thought that she was fond of roses, so he went to the oasis river to pick them for her without hesitation every three days.

But in fact Ye Wanqiu just likes its color.

That kind of red is so pure that it doesn't contain any impurities, it's as rich as blood, and it's very similar to the color of Nezha's eyes and tails, so she likes it.

After coming here for ten days, Ye Wanqiu's mood has become much more stable than before, and he will follow Ibuha to visit other places in the Walled City.However, because her appearance is obviously different from that of the locals here, she always attracts a large group of people to look back and watch.

So the veil is a good thing. It can not only block the wind and sand, but also block unnecessary attention.

It's just that the wind and sand came really suddenly, and it kept repeating. The whole city was buried in such strong wind and quicksand for several days in a row. It was difficult for everyone to go out, so they could only work at home.Ibuha prayed to the God of the Desert every day, hoping that such a dusty day would pass quickly.After all, the food storage at home is running out, and the water is about to bottom out.

Ye Wanqiu sat in the dark of the narrow room, listening to the sharp whistle of the wind as it slipped in through the gap.Animal fat is a very precious thing when you can't go out to get supplements, so she tries not to light candles, just letting the darkness surround herself like this.

From the depths of the endless wind, she heard various distant voices:

The sound of rain falling from the eaves of the west courtyard of Chentangguan General Military Mansion.

The Qiankun Circle buzzed as it passed through the woods.

The sound of clear water flowing around the lotus stamens and gradually falling into the river through the gaps in the petals.

There are also magpies in Yicheng in spring, crickets in summer, and cool breeze in autumn and winter.

It all came together and blew hurriedly past her ears.

On the sixth day of the smoke and sand cage city, the weather finally improved a little, but the fine dust suspended in the air still did not dissipate, and the light was dense, dim and cloudy.Zhuozik rushed to fetch water from the oasis river and set off early in the morning.Before leaving, he even gestured to Ye Wanqiu to tell her not to worry, there will be water, and there will be roses.

Ye Wanqiu laughed, took out one of the coats he sewed for his brother and sister a few days ago when he was huddled in the house and had nothing to do, and gave it to him as a thank you.Holding the piece of clothing, the other party stared blankly at her for a long time, and finally left under Ibuha's urging.

Although sufficient preparations had been made in advance, the pervasive quicksand still eroded into the house.Ye Wanqiu stayed to clean up, and Yibuha was called to participate in the desert god sacrifice in the city wall instead of grandma, hoping to please the heaven through the god sacrifice and stop this rare sandstorm.

When people are anxious, they always pin their hopes on the unknown.Whether it is God's will or gods and ghosts, this has always been the case throughout the ages, and this city in the Western Regions is no exception.

However, Ye Wanqiu did not expect that this god sacrifice would involve her head.

After cleaning the house and going upstairs to feed the handicapped old man, Ye Wanqiu saw Ibuha running towards the house in a panic as soon as he went out.The long blue veil fluttered behind her, and the sprinting figure was so conspicuous in the dust.

"Autumn!" This is the only Central Plains language that Ibha can speak.

She rushed into the fence, grabbed Ye Wanqiu and ran out, the aftertaste of her scent turned into a strong bitter taste caused by fear, she kept speaking the language of the Western Regions that she could not understand, her clear voice was constricted to a bit sharp , as if something extremely urgent happened.

Ye Wanqiu was confused, but judging by her appearance, maybe something happened to her brother.

Before she could finish her thinking, the civilians who kept surrounding her broke her guess.

They came to Ye Panqiu, holding machetes, wooden forks and torches in their hands, and the smell on their bodies was clear and choking, as if they were here to arrest some vicious criminals.

Ibuha protected her behind him, and tried his best to explain to the people around her that she was not an evil spirit, nor was she the cause of the sandstorm.The leading priest pointed at Ibuha with a scimitar of animal bone, and roared in Western language: "She is a different kind! Her appearance has plunged the entire city of Canmi into disaster. This is the punishment of the desert god. Only we Only by executing the unclean can the anger of the desert be appeased!"

"Ten years ago you executed my mother in the same way, and then deported us to the edge of the city! My mother was never unclean, and neither was Qiu. You are the evil spirits!" Ibha said without showing any weakness. Looking straight into the priest's eyes, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and his dark brown eyes were amazingly bright.

Ten years ago, she was only nine years old, and the catastrophe that seemed to be the end of the world made everyone in Cammi panic.Skyrocks fell everywhere, the desert solidified into Gobi, quicksand raged outside the city, and the sky was black and blood red.At that time, the priest believed that her mother was an unclean person, and led others to destroy her home and kill her father.

Now, the same scene is happening again.

Ye Wanqiu couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, but he could feel that Ibuha was protecting himself against the people in the entire Walled City.She looked at the people around her blankly, but what came to her mouth was the Central Plains dialect, even if she said it, they couldn't understand it.

Gradually, the crowd became restless, and many people directly attacked Ye Wanqiu with their weapons.She held Ibha in her arms with her backhand, and turned around flexibly to avoid those cold-lighted sharp weapons.Although she still can't freely control her own crystallization, she still has the basic skills, and she still has enough power to deal with these unorganized attacks.

After knocking down several people in front of him one after another, Ye Wanqiu took Yibuha and ran towards the oasis.

After not running far, the sound of something sharp cutting through the air was gradually approaching.

Ye Wanqiu turned her head, and there was a flash in front of her eyes, and a crossbow/arrow pierced into her right shoulder.Bright red blood splashed out from the wound, burst into flowers, and dyed her white clothes and red veil in clusters.

She fell down in the yellow sand almost immediately, curled up in pain, and stretched out her hand to cover the bleeding wound.The unbearable burning pain seemed to be roasted on the fire, but the consciousness began to gradually blur.

Maybe it's because the arrows have something like narcotic/drug/drug, because they need to be used for hunting.

The severe lack of oxygen made her panting uncontrollably, but she was choked by the fine dust mixed in the wind and coughed continuously, which dragged the wound even more painful.

In an instant, the sound of the surrounding wind horns disappeared, as did Ibha's cries, and the voices of those who followed closely disappeared.They were all abstracted into meaningless background noises, which were shattered bit by bit as her consciousness slackened.

Maybe I will really die here.

A corner of the red gauze stretched in the wind in her eyes, moving like a brilliant flame, becoming the only clear existence left in the whole world.

"Nezha..." Ye Wanqiu unconsciously fell into a coma, the red-clothed boy was all in front of his eyes.

The dreamland is a turbulent river, carrying the rich history of the Six Realms, guiding Ye Banqiu to gradually come to an end.

Sitting there was a man in white clothes, with a slender figure, and his posture was like an ethereal god who was independent from the world.

He has transparent eyes made of spar.

Ye Wanqiu stared blankly at him for a while, then suddenly remembered that he was the owner of that voice, and immediately became angry from the heart, and the evil turned to the guts, rushed forward and grabbed the opponent's neck, wishing that he would also take the arrow: "You What the hell did you get me to-! What do you want to do?!"

"You are in Canmi City in the Western Regions." The other party replied without changing his expression, it seemed that he was not the one who was being strangled, and his breath was not even disturbed, "I did this because you have to go through this, and I want you to Remember what you are."

"I'll go to your mother's mouth and kiss your grandma's mouth! You just repeat this sentence every time, can't you just tell me directly?! The current TV dramas are stinky and long because of you who don't finish talking and are thundered You're pretending to be a monster! Why don't you go to hell!" Ye Wanqiu yelled at him violently, "And the thing that I suddenly can't control my ability is also what you did, right!"

"Hell can't trap me. Besides, if I go to hell, you can't escape." The other party still looked at her calmly, "As for your current state, it's just a little discomfort after the end of the world and the beginning of the new era. , it will be fine in a while."

Ye Wanqiu's face was contorted: "That's just right, I'm going to die anyway, so I'll hold you back."

Maintaining that exasperating calmness throughout, he replied, "You're not going to die. Your journey here isn't over yet."

Ye Wanqiu: "Go eat your [-] aged wine, fragrant, colorful and spiral spicy, and go, thank you!"

The other party stared at her for a moment, then murmured: "You shouldn't have these emotions, they are completely unnecessary for you."

"I believe you ghost, the most redundant creature I have ever met in my life is obviously you." Ye Wanqiu stared at him bitterly, "Get me back quickly!"

"Go back to Nirvana Red Lotus?" He said calmly, "Don't you know how to find him?"

"What do I know?! If I knew, I wouldn't be talking nonsense with you here!"

"You know." His tone was full of indifference and affirmation that made people want to kill him, "You knew it when you were very young."

"I……"

"You go."

"...I want cursive initials, sir!"

As the voice continued to fade away, Ye Wanqiu's consciousness began to gradually wake up.The first thing that broke into her five senses was a pain that was as clear as a tear, right on her right shoulder.

It was followed by a strong smell of smoke, the smell of something burning.

Ye Wanqiu opened his eyes, and was completely blind for a few seconds, except for some blurry things like snowflakes jumping on the screen of a broken TV, there was nothing.

Gradually, the shape and color of the flame finally became clear.She saw herself being chained to a wooden post, surrounded by countless dry logs that were burning.

All the residents of Canmey surrounded the outside, shouting words she could not understand along with the priest.

Thick black smoke continued to rise, weakening the sky even more dimly, choking Ye Wanqiu to tears.Her right shoulder was so painful that she almost lost consciousness, and it was difficult to even move her fingers. Her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't think of anything meaningful.

"Nezha...Nezha!" She shouted hoarsely, her voice was insignificant compared to the sound of other people and the approaching burning sounds around her.

The bright and hot flames burned more and more intensely under the catalysis of dry wood and wind, and even the air gradually became extremely hot, as if it wanted to steam the moisture in the lungs.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the sea of ​​flames around her in panic, struggling desperately was useless, the high temperature was continuously transmitted to her body through the air, and even breathing was a kind of torture.

Do you know how to find him?

What are you kidding?If she knew, would things still be like this? !What's more, I knew it when I was very young, she is not a cloud storage space, and I can stuff everything I should remember or not.

Ye Wanqiu coughed, looking almost exhausted at the blurred figure of the priest outside the boiling flames, his thoughts that had become disorganized gradually flowed back to his childhood.

She had no memory of when she first went to the Third Prince's Palace.But Ye Zhilan always likes to take her to worship and offer incense when she has nothing to do.

At that time, the old Mr. Miao Zhu of the Xinggong seemed to have told her that if she encounters a fearful situation in the future, she should pray to the third prince and she will be safe.

"What is a wish?" five-year-old Ye Wanqiu asked curiously as she lay on Mr. Miaozhu's lap with her black eyes open.

"Just talking to the third prince." The old man replied with a smile.

"Will he come if I speak?"

"Yes. Please cast the spell, and the spirit will come down. He will come."

"Then, what is the spell to invite the gods?" Ye Wanqiu asked endless questions.

"Come on." Mr. Miao Zhu picked up Ye Wanqiu, pointed to the rows of ink-colored mantras on the red paper, and taught Ye Wanqiu word by word, "This is the third prince's incantation, you must remember it."

Ye Wanqiu looked at those incantations with a dazed face, and only knew how to chant along with her mother's childish voice: "Heaven and Earth Xuansheng, ten thousand roots have no roots.

Inside and outside the six realms, only the Tao is respected.

There is a golden light on the top, reflecting my body again.

Depending on the lower realm, we must distinguish between evil and righteous.

Encompassing the heaven and the earth, nurturing all beings..."

Memories roared from the depths to the front of his eyes. Ye Wanqiu was almost desperate, praying mechanically sentence by sentence, mixed with constant coughing, and his voice was hoarse: "Recite ten thousand times, and the body has light. The six realms are waiting to be guarded." , the five emperors can welcome...cough cough... ten thousand, ten thousand gods court the sect, enslaving the thunder...thunder...there is wind and fire inside, and the universe spreads out. The ghost...cough—the ghost is frightened, and the dragon and snake appear."

"Golden light appears quickly, the righteous god of the central altar."

"Heaven and Earth Xuansheng, all roots have no roots... Inside the Six Realms, ahem, outside—— inside and outside the Six Realms, only the Tao is respected..."

She didn't know how many times she had recited this mantra, transparent tears kept slipping from her eye sockets, dripping on the ground, blurred dark shadows, entangled into one piece, and gradually faded away in the scorching of the flames. shrink inward.

At this time, someone suddenly said: "The sky is burning."

Everyone looked up and saw that the originally dark and hazy sky was suddenly illuminated by an extremely bright golden red, as if a flame was burning.The dazzling light even overwhelmed the original sun in the sky, causing everything in the world to lose its color in an instant.

Countless flaming red lotus petals fell from the clouds, burning all the floating dust into nothingness, densely blooming in the vast desert like an overwhelming bloody rainstorm.

In the center of the vortex in the sky, there is a black-haired boy wrapped in red silk and with a golden wheel on his feet.

After seeing this scene, everyone knelt down in reverence and worship, and shouted in Western language, "God of the desert blesses you, and the gods appear."

Ye Wanqiu raised her head dyingly, and suddenly recalled the conversation between her and the old Mr. Miao Zhu in her mind:

——“Will he come when I speak?”

--"Will do."

"He will come."

The author has something to say: This mantra is true, it comes from the Baidu Encyclopedia "Third Prince Faith" entry [if I remember correctly], but I have slightly changed it.The original mantra is the guard of the three realms, but I changed it to the six realms here, because the setting is the six realms.