Nezha Breeding Manual

On the day of the official holiday, the weather was neither good nor bad, cloudy and windy, and it looked like it was going to rain, and it was gray everywhere.

Ye Wanqiu didn't pack his luggage, but simply carried a bag and finished.While standing in the school bus waiting area waiting for the bus, she swiped her mobile phone and heard the conversations of similar students around her.It’s nothing more than the current mooncakes are becoming more and more unpalatable; I need to buy new clothes when I go home this time; where I plan to travel, I have to choose a meaningful and small crowd, so as not to squeeze my head with the crowd; which relative in the family gets married on a holiday I'm going to a wedding or something.

Everyday and plain.

She pressed the phone's power button, closed her eyes and sat on the bench, leaning her head against the bulletin board and waiting quietly.The ethereal and sweet singing voice of the French girl singer mixed with the psychedelic tones of the harp was transmitted along the white earphone wires, hitting her eardrums soothingly and warmly, making people drowsy.

Because of the small number of human students, there is only one school bus in the school, and there are very few stops.In addition to the high-speed rail station, we will also stop at People's Square and the South Street Cinema on the other side of the Qingjiang River. The total journey time is only four or five stops.Therefore, if ordinary human students want to travel, in most cases they will form a group to carpool.

On the contrary, there are many demons and demons who are very interested in the scientific and technological products of human society. They always want to get in and study how these iron bumps move, and how the air conditioner and refrigerator work.For this reason, the school had to announce a rule, prohibiting students of non-human races from getting into any electronic and mechanical products in any way.

Maybe it's because I've been getting used to it after staying here for a while, but when Ye Wanqiu heard about this rule for the first time, she still thought it was a little weird and cute.

When the single song in the earphones looped to the fourth time, the school bus finally came wobbly.There are two drivers in total, Bai Wuchang from Hades during the day, and Hei Wuchang to change shifts at night. They only come to pick up students at a fixed time every day, and they are always quick.

It's the kind of driving speed at which the traffic police will call their teammates to block and chase him all over the city after seeing it.Fortunately, apart from putting on a show when picking up and dropping off students, they usually drive this school bus to harvest the souls whose lifespan has expired in the judgment book, so ordinary people can't see this car at all, and it has never been affected by it. The influence of obstacles in the human world.It's just that the atmosphere in the car is always cold and gloomy, and there is always a lingering smell of damp earth, which is the smell of dying or dead people.

Occasionally, there will be a subtle smell of burning incense in the temple, which represents a soul's unnatural death due to murder or accidental death of the physical body.Usually once this smell appears, the atmosphere in the school bus is always bad.Ye Wanqiu once sat with an innocent soul who smelled of incense and ashes. From the south bank of the Qinghe River to the school gate, she was forced to listen to its bitter complaints all the way, scolding the creature from the chromosome to the urn.

The pungent words used and the variety of languages ​​are simply breathtaking, which shows that the language is broad, profound and all-encompassing.

Even when it comes to excitement, other people's tears fall down in big tears. It is the eyeballs that fall out with a plop, stuffed back, fell out again, and stuffed back again...

The visual impact of this hard-core way of crying was so strong that Ye Wanqiu never dared to ride a school bus since then.

But today should be fine, after all, the human students are basically all here, and there will be no other strange souls on this trip out of school for the time being.

Soon, the school bus stopped beside the waiting platform, and the moment the door opened, Ye Wanqiu could smell the strong smell of incense inside.She cautiously looked inside and found that there was indeed nothing sitting in the compartment before going in.

Bai Wuchang in the driver's seat turned his head and grinned at her, and boldly stretched out his hand on the back of the seat, with an indescribable slyness in his expression: "Come on, this time again, use your sense of smell to guess how much I unloaded just now." Bad luck?"

"Unlucky guy" is a special term used by her and Heiwuchang, and it refers to those souls who have died for no reason, so they think deeply and have no choice.Usually this kind of soul is a little more troublesome to deal with than a person who died normally, so it is called "unlucky product".

Ye Wanqiu sniffed, sat on the seat behind her, thought about it seriously, and then replied: "Hmm... If the taste is this level, it's about four or five?"

"Hahaha I guessed it right, your nose is really sharp, much better than the judge's old duster." Bai Wuchang smiled, and waved his hand gracefully, the school bus immediately closed the door and drove away for a long distance, and the whole carriage followed. flash.Ye Wanqiu grabbed the railing in front of him, feeling that the mushroom ravioli he ate just now began to have a special presence in his stomach: "This is driving to the high-speed rail station in broad daylight, why are you driving so fast?"

"Fast? I haven't sprinted yet, won't you have to cry and beg me to slow down later?"

"I suspect you're driving..."

"Is there any doubt? I'm just driving. Sit tight, girl!"

As he said that, Bai Wuchang stepped on the accelerator, and the car took off almost flat.The entire scenery outside the window turned into a puddle of grey-green viscous paint under such super-high-speed rolling and stretching, which was glued to the window in a mess.

When they arrived at the high-speed rail station, several human students with weak endurance had already got off the train and vomited.

Ye Wanqiu was a little bit better, even though he was staring at the stars, he took a few breaths and he eased up a lot.While she was holding on to the tree trunk and rubbing her temples, Bai Wuchang reached out and tapped twice on the car window, with one hand casually resting on the steering wheel, her tone and expression were so leisurely that she deserved a beating, as if she had just led them on a death race It's not her at all: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, girl. Welcome back."

"Come back?" Ye Wanqiu didn't react, "Didn't I just leave?"

Bai Wuchang laughed loudly, as if she heard something that made her feel particularly amusing, she was out of breath from laughing, even the deficit yellow talisman eyepatch that was usually used to cover her left eye was a little crooked.She lifted the talisman paper blindfold, looked at Ye Wanqiu meaningfully and said, "I know. But no matter where you go, don't you have to come back in the end?"

"Do you mean what I understand?" Ye Wanqiu inexplicably felt that there seemed to be something in her words.

"It's just the literal meaning." Bai Wuchang said, a layer of illusory mist formed in his right eye for no reason, making it difficult for people to see her eyes clearly, and continued to talk nonsense, "Little girls will become bald if they think too much. Let's go." Already!"

"Goodbye."

"See you of course."

So, I still feel that she seems to have something to say?

Ye Wanqiu stood on the sidewalk with a canvas bag on his shoulders, looked at the undead school bus that had long since disappeared into the air, turned around and walked towards the ticket gate.

It happened to be noon when I got home, and Ye Zhilan had already made a table of her favorite dishes in advance, waiting for her.The business of the embroidery shop has entered a small peak again due to the coming of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The old employees Zhang Fang and Song Wenjiao in the shop are sorting out various orders and packing all kinds of handmade products that have been completed.

Ye Wanqiu sent a message to Ye Zhilan when the bus first entered Guning Town, saying that she had arrived.A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of the platform, Ye Wanqiu hastily turned off his phone and got up to stand at the door of the car.

However, when she just got out of the car, she smelled a strong smell of rotten oranges in the air.Everyone who passed in front of her carried the same top note.

This smell is not unfamiliar to her, it is the bad luck smell that only one person will have when a big accident is about to happen, or when the luck in the future will be particularly bad.It is nothing surprising when it is placed on a single person, after all, a person's luck is always good or bad.

But it's weird when everyone around you smells like rotten oranges.

Ye Wanqiu quickly ran back to the embroidery shop with her satchel in her hand, and saw that everything was normal at home, and the people around were doing their own things, and the children on the street were chasing and fighting with each other as usual. Peaceful look.

but……

She sniffed the air carefully, and found that the smell of rotten oranges, so strong that it made the scalp tingle, hadn't diminished at all, and it was the top note on everyone.

"Hey, the leaves are back?" Zhang Fang, who was busy, looked up and saw a girl in white standing at the door. He smiled and picked up a mooncake with red bean and lotus paste on the counter and threw it at her. "Try it, just made it." .”

Ye Wanqiu came back to his senses, hurriedly caught the mooncake, looked around: "Where's my mother?"

"I went to deliver mooncakes to Uncle Ling. I just left for a while, and I think I'll be back soon."

"That's it."

At this time, Song Wenjiao came out from behind the counter with a basket of sorted embroidery samples in her arms: "It's really just in time for you to come back. Sister Lan has been very busy recently. The students taught here are too slow to learn. The needle has been removed three times, and I dare not let them make an order at all."

"Give it to me, I'll make it this afternoon." Ye Wanqiu said, put the canvas bag on the table, and reached out to take the basket in Song Wenjiao's arms.She also smelled of this rotten orange, which was so clear and rich that it was shocking.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the small pearls and emeralds, shook his sweaty palms, and asked, "Sister Wenjiao, how are you doing in the store?" She tried to keep her tone relaxed, sounding like a normal inquiry.

"It's pretty good. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival recently, and the business in the store has improved a lot."

"So, how about you? Are you all okay?"

"Okay, how are you doing at school?"

"School..." Ye Wanqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.I don't know why, but the first image that popped into my mind was that she and Nezha were walking on the way to the planetarium, surrounded by monsters back and forth, he suddenly stretched out his hand to protect his back, and said coldly "It's okay".

There is also the phrase "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" under the fireworks.

Seeing that Ye Wanqiu remained silent for a while, Song Wenjiao asked strangely: "What's the matter? Are you unhappy at school?"

"Ah, no. I'm fine at school, don't worry about me."

"That's fine. It's the first time you've been away from home for so long, and Sister Lan is talking about you every day, afraid that something might happen to you."

"What can I do at school."

"It's good that you're fine. All the dishes you like are prepared for lunch. Go take a bath and rest."

After finishing speaking, Song Wenjiao turned around to do other things.Holding the basket in his arms, Ye Wanqiu hesitated for a while, and asked, "Is there any group activity going to be held in the town for the Mid-Autumn Festival recently? I think there are quite a lot of people in the square."

If everyone collectively had this bad luck smell, it could only be that something involved everyone.I don't know if my mother will also have this smell?

Song Wenjiao replied while using scissors to cut the apricot-yellow crane-pattern embroidered silk in his hand: "It seems that there will be a lantern festival, and by the way, it can attract tourists or something. The annual activities are about those, and I don't plan to anyway. Go, I have a lot of dramas in my phone and I haven't checked them yet."

Yes, because it is a tourist attraction, there is never a lack of activities in the town, but there are very few locals going there.It’s just those every year, I’m tired of watching them, and it’s the tourists who will really go.

While she was thinking about whether there would be some natural disaster that was about to threaten the town, Ye Zhilan came back from the outside.

"Mom!" Ye Wanqiu put down the basket and ran over, only to find that Ye Zhilan also had that nightmarish smell of rotten oranges.She suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why do you ask me so suddenly?" Ye Zhilan smiled and rubbed the top of her daughter's head affectionately, "I just sent some mooncakes to Uncle Ling, and he asked if you came back. How long have you been here? Are you hungry? You can eat now."

"I……"

Before Ye Wanqiu finished speaking, Ye Zhilan pinched her face, bypassed her and went to the kitchen to start preparing the dishes: "You guys, come in and have dinner. After eating, the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday will be held, and the shop will be closed in the afternoon. , we will reopen in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.”

Zhang Fang cheered, stopped writing the express form and snapped his fingers at Ye Wanqiu, who was still a little dazed aside: "Let's go, let's eat."

"Come in." Song Wenjiao stood at the kitchen door and raised the curtain.

Ye Wanqiu frowned as he watched the people coming and going outside, his nostrils were filled with the disturbing smell of rotten oranges.Suddenly, the light and shadow in the window trembled like a butterfly's wings, accompanied by a soft meow.

She turned her head and saw Nezha's white cat scurrying in from the outside at some point, squatting on the window sill and looking at her with its head tilted.

"You... why are you still here?" Ye Wanqiu looked at it in surprise.

"Wan Qiu?" Ye Zhilan poked her head out of the kitchen, "Come in for dinner."

"Uh, okay."

……

Countless petals of pearl plums were driven by the airflow and fell down, like a fragrant white snow falling in the courtyard of Sanfeng Palace, floating in the air, reflecting the boy in silver and red clothes under the moonlight as if he were hallucinating Beautiful and beautiful.

The young man's movement was extremely fast, and he almost turned into a gorgeous afterimage in the rain of flowers all over the courtyard.Where the purple flame spear in his hand swept across, the real fire of samadhi instantly burned the falling flowers into nothingness, leaving only bright streaks of firework burning in the air, and he threw them up again with his hand The Kuntian Aya smoothed and extinguished.

Wrapped in red silk, white flowers hung down from Nezha's face and landed on his shoulders. Before the air had settled down completely, waves suddenly rose again, and a golden light blade diffracted from his side without warning.Nezha glanced at the light blade, turned around and swung his gun in the air to fly it back.

Ah Jun flew over nimbly from the edge of an endless lotus pond, dressed in black, almost melting into the night, with a hook of his finger, he turned the light blade around, and stabbed Nezha accurately and ruthlessly.

Nezha watched the sharp dagger condensed by the sun's glow attacking him, but he didn't dodge it. He just changed his position, lightly standing on a red lotus with a thousand petals that was about to bloom, counting the timing and following its force to move backwards. look up.The dagger scraped against the handle of the Ziyan spear, and was directed away from the target.The young man standing on the lotus bud took advantage of the situation and swung the Ziyan spear downward, chopping down the blossoming lotus.When the tip of the spear broke through the water surface, divine power poured in, stirring up countless water flows towards Ah Jun like a tornado.

The shattered lotus petals and leaves turned into extremely sharp knives and melted into the water under the pull of this force. The distorted water light blurred their attack path, making these flowers and leaves extremely difficult to guard against when they broke through the water.

Ajun recalled the dagger, and the golden light in the raised hand was shining, and the light blade whirling at high speed burned all objects that tried to get close to her into powder.When the last layer of water curtain was cut open, the purple flame sharp spear in Nezha's hand had already touched the light blade dagger that just blocked Ah Jun's throat. A circle of gust ripples was created, cutting the surrounding lotus flowers to a slant in all directions, and countless broken flowers, broken leaves and running water fell from the sky one after another.

"Stop, stop, you won!" Ah Jun poked the point of the gun away with the dagger, put it back in his palm, and straightened his messed up hair, "I just wanted to tease you, why are you so serious."

"You caused me to damage my flowers." Nezha said nonchalantly, the Ziyan spear twirled half a circle in his hand, and it was held backwards.Ah Jun looked around, pretending to be pitiful, winking and smiling: "It's just a few lotus flowers, Marshal Zhongtan won't care about this with me, will he?"

Nezha didn't answer, just took off the Huntian silk and waved it towards the lotus pond, the extremely thin layer of silk yarn stretched infinitely with the wind, and all the red lotuses were reborn wherever it passed.He gently pulled, and the red yarn automatically wrapped around his shoulders and elbows, and the whole person flew from the lotus buds back to the roof of the palace and stood still: "What do you want from me?"

Ah Jun followed up: "Suchen asked me to tell you that the new crack has been found. You know him, no matter what, you can always see the truth from the transformation of the stars. Where did he say it is?" , then you can’t go wrong.”

"I was also looking for cracks in the past, why did you tell me this time before the earth immortals went to confirm?" Nezha glanced at her lightly.

Ajun restrained his smile and replied: "This time the crack appeared in Guning Town at the foot of Cuiping Mountain, which is very close to your temple and palace. And..."

"There she is." Nezha continued with sharp eyes, his voice seemed to contain ice, it was extremely cold, and it made people shiver when it fell into the hearing.

"That's why Suchen thinks, maybe you will think... eh?!"

Before Ah Jun finished speaking, Nezha had already flew away from Sanfeng Palace.

She looked at the crimson and shiny clouds in the dark night sky that were dyed crimson by Huntian Ling, she was stunned, and then laughed again: "I haven't seen him like this for many years, and it will finally be lively in the future." .”