The Diary of the Cultivation of the Little Dragon God

The baby dragon broke out of its shell and crawled out in the early morning of the second day.

Nezha opened his big black eyes, as if he was afraid of waking Ao Bing who was sleeping in his arms, he cautiously stretched out his finger and poked the fat little dragon in front of him.Yinglong snorted, swung its tail, and threw all the mucus on Nezha's face.

Soggy and fishy.

Nezha pretended to stare fiercely at it, and Yinglong returned his big black pupils, softening him instantly.He let out a sigh of relief, got up to place Ao Bing, and then took out a piece of cloth trim from the sewing box on the table, wet it and put it on Yinglong's body to wipe off the remaining mucus.

Yinglong kept his eyes wide open the whole time, neither struggling nor obeying, and just let Nezha touch his body, only when he accidentally touched the small horn on his head, he trembled slightly.

"You dragons are afraid of being touched by people?" Nezha laughed.

Putting on new clothes (actually, wrapping a piece of cloth around his body), Yinglong lay down beside the basket and watched Nezha curiously back and forth, rubbing his paws on the basket again and again, feeling a little bored, and lay down on the soft cloth cushion again rolling around.

This is what Ao Bing saw when he woke up.

He called out in surprise, but the baby dragon turned a deaf ear and continued to roll in the basket.

Li Jing and his wife, who learned that their grandson had come out of the egg, came in a hurry. Yin Suzhi held the baby dragon and kissed and hugged him very intimately.Li Jing stroked Yinglong's back lovingly, and asked, "Is it a male egg or a female egg?"

Ao Bing was startled, and quickly replied, "It's Xionglong."

"How do you see it?" Yin Suzhi checked back and forth, "I didn't see anything with a male doll."

"He has reverse scales on his neck, but the female dragon doesn't have them." Ao Bing explained, "But my father said that we were all babies when we were born, but for some reason the baby is in the shape of a dragon."

Yin Suzhi smiled and said, "This shows that my grandson is special."

"Maybe it's true." Ao Bing also laughed.

The two sat in the house for a while, and each left for some reason.

Ao Bing fed Yinglong half a glass of water and carried him back to the basket to rest.As soon as it touched the soft cushion, the baby dragon immediately curled up like a shrimp, buried itself in the fragrant quilt and began to sleep.

Seeing the father and son sleeping in the same way, Ao Bing pursed his lips and smiled.

A long time after lunch, Nezha sat up slowly, and suddenly thought of something, stopped his half-stretched waist, stepped barefoot on the cold ground, and ran to the bamboo basket.

Yinglong woke up half a quarter earlier than him and was scratching the bamboo. Hearing Nezha's call, he shrank back into the bed with a squeak.The little bit of dragon horns that came out swayed slightly, as if detecting the opponent's movements, Nezha approached lightly, and touched the small light blue object with his fingertips.Before Yinglong could react, he shook himself first.

After he finished shaking, the baby dragon trembled after him, and then retracted the last visible thing.

"Does he hate me?" He asked the man who rushed into the house without looking back.

Ao Bing put down the tray in his hand, and said, "Maybe I'm a little shy, or maybe I just woke up and I'm in a bad mood."

"How can you be afraid of me? I'm his father."

"Don't you feel your mouth hurt when you say this?" Ao Bing smiled, greeted him to eat, handed him chopsticks and continued, "In this family, or in the Three Realms, you love to poke him the most. Tell him, he won't be annoyed." Who else can you annoy?"

Nezha stopped delivering the food, "Then, then I'll try not to poke him in the future?" Ao Bing raised his eyes to look at him, and said softly, "Try to?"

"Not as much as possible," Nezha chewed the food in his mouth, and pointed out three fingers with the other hand, "It is necessary. I must not poke him."

Ao Bing smiled lightly.

"What if you break your oath?"

"Just let me sleep on the lotus platform for three nights that night, no."

Ao Bing nodded, put a piece of meat into his bowl, turned his head to the basket and said, "Boy, come out and salute your father."

"Can you still salute?" Nezha was surprised, and quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

The baby dragon stretched out its head, resting its four paws on the basket, staring at Nezha for a long time, until Nezha's back felt a little chilled, and then he groaned.

Nezha still wanted to listen carefully, but he retracted his body again.After the rustling sound, he seemed to turn his back to them.

"Is this what you mean by saluting?" Nezha said excitedly, "It's much simpler than us and the gods in the heavens. You dragons are really smart."

Ao Bing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to lower his head and continue to pick up food for him.

Nezha is so happy, how can he tell him that Haier's behavior just now is not even the first step of the first step.

A hand waved in front of his eyes, he subconsciously grasped it, and met Nezha's puzzled face biting his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Ao Bing asked.

Nezha frowned, "It's nothing, I just called you several times and didn't respond, thinking you'd come back to the Dragon Palace out of nowhere."

"There is no need to go back for the time being." Ao Bing smiled and filled him with a bowl full of rice, "But it will be uncertain in a few days."

Nezha hummed twice, lowered his head and continued to cook.

That night.

Ao Bing rummaged through the wardrobe for small clothes that could be used, and asked Nezha to take Yinglong to take a bath.The baby dragon was still struggling with the surrounding bamboos. When he felt someone hugging him, he hummed violently. At the same time as the humming sound fell, the tip of his tail was gently pinched, and the whole dragon softened instantly.

The water temperature is just right, and when a small ladle is used to pour it on the body, the baby dragon will start shaking unconsciously, its eyes are slightly squinted, and its four claws are loosely resting on the edge of the basin, showing a state of ease and comfort.

When the water gradually cooled down, Nezha hurriedly rolled up his sleeves to pick up the baby dragon that was still enjoying himself, wrapped it in a soft cloth, and wiped it from the tail upwards.The small clothes that Ao Bing brought were only enough to cover half of the dragon's body. After deliberation, he temporarily wrapped the rest with a piece of cloth the size of a palm, so that only the tip was exposed.

"This hat is quite suitable." Nezha smiled and looked at the red hat on his son's head, which was embroidered with two big longan eyes. Due to poor sewing, one eye was slightly slanted, which looked a little funny.

Ao Bing couldn't tell whether he was praising or belittling, so he just said: "It's cold at night, you should take him to sleep earlier."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yinglong groaned and bit his finger.

"What's the matter? Are you learning to cling to people now?"

Ao Bing touched his little horn with a smile, Yinglong trembled comfortably, and hummed softly again.

"Is this called mother-child connection?" Nezha asked.

Ao Bing glanced at him, "Father and son."

"You gave birth to him, and you are his mother." Before Ao Bing could refute, Nezha coaxed Yinglong to go to the bamboo basket.

As soon as he got close to the basket, Yinglong quickly grabbed Nezha's index finger knuckles, and his tail swayed like a rattle.Nezha patted his butt lightly, and he took the opportunity to shake it more violently, causing the whole dragon to shake.

"Son, are you hungry? Come on, call your mother, there is milk to eat."

Ao Bing nearly fell over the tub.

"Maybe he's not sleepy yet, so you can play with him for a while longer."

Nezha responded, put the baby dragon wrapped up with only one eye exposed on the table, put his hands on his face, and played the game of opening and closing the gate.When the door is opened, the mouth is purring; when the door is closed, imitate the old man's tone and say "let me see who is knocking on the door".

The noise caused the baby dragon to shake its body, open and close its mouth like a fish, and finally its restless little tail swayed back and forth following Nezha's movements.

After a while, Yinglong's movements slowed down, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he looked drowsy.

Nezha stretched out his hand and touched his front abdomen. In his impression, this is the weak point of the Dragon Clan.But Yinglong didn't move, he knew that he was really sleepy and unconscious, so he grabbed the palm of his hand and hugged Yinglong.

When entering the basket, the baby dragon rolled over, just rolled into the middle of the quilt, arched a rather obvious arc, and then revealed a small and tender dragon head.

Nezha bowed his head and kissed his corner, and said softly, "Sleep, son, I wish you a sweet dream." Then he turned around and wiped Ao Bing's hair.

Yinglong slept peacefully in the bamboo basket for more than half a month, and everyone thought he could sleep until he transformed into a human form.Unexpectedly, Long's mind could not be guessed randomly. Then one day, Li's parent, Sun Long, started to lose his temper. No matter how he coaxed him or played with him, he just refused to go back to sleep in the basket.

Seeing the grandson who could barely open his eyes but still insisted on holding on to the basket and refused to get into the bed, Yin Suzhi couldn't bear it anymore. While stroking Yinglong's back, he turned his head and said to Nezha, who was poking the shortbread on the plate. : "How about you follow his heart and let him sleep in another place?"

Nezha said: "It's been changed. I took him around every corner of the house. I tried to let him lie down wherever the dragon could sleep. I even leaned against the lotus platform of the mountain and sea map, but I just refused."

"This..." Li Jing was in trouble when he heard the words.

He has been well-informed in most of his life, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation, which is much more annoying than hunting monsters.

"Where's Bing'er? Why isn't he here? This is a piece of egg that fell from his stomach. Naturally, he knows better than us what the child is thinking." Yin Su was puzzled, and he stroked the baby dragon slightly more vigorously.

"Bing'er went back to the Dragon Palace to find his father." Nezha put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked over unsteadily, picked up the baby dragon amidst Yin Suzhi's exclamation, and lowered his head, "Let me see. Are you crying? My son is not crying." , Dad will take you to see the cloud."

He walked to the window and pointed to the sky, "Look at that cloud, it's big and round, doesn't it look like Dad's Qiankun circle?"

Hearing his name, Qiankun flew to the window sill with a whistling sound, standing upright, looking more energetic than the locust tree spirit in the mansion.

"Look, this is the Qiankun circle. Qiankun circle, show the little master a dance."

The Qiankun circle rolled around along the window sill, meaning that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Then you can spin around, or make your brother play in the sky."

Speaking of this time and then that time, Qiankun swayed his body in a circle, changing into multiple selves one by one, and started circling in mid-air one by one.The drooping eyelids of Yinglong gradually lifted up, and the eyes gradually became brighter again, babbling and babbling, and the little paws began to wave towards the circle of heaven and earth.

"I was thinking," Daoist Taiyi, who had been drinking tea quietly, suddenly said, startling Li Jing and his wife, "Why don't we let Xiaolongwa sleep with Nezha and the others? Nezha always cried when he was a child, but since Mr. Li Bing took him to sleep in his room, and I seldom heard his crying in the middle of the night. Although this is the future dragon god, he is just a toothless little milk baby, very sensitive."

Li Jing thought for a while, then looked at Nezha who was still teasing his son, "The real person's suggestion may be feasible. Nezha, let him sleep with you tonight, if he still cries, we will find a new way."

Nezha nodded.

After sitting for a while, Li Jing, his wife and Daoist Taiyi left the room to rest.

Nezha scrubbed briefly, and then carefully bathed the baby dragon.When Yinglong was about to get out of the bath, he thought of something and shouted: "Bing'er, son's clothes... Oh, Bing'er hasn't come back yet. Son, drink some more water here, dad will find you clothes."

Yinglong snorted, as if agreeing.

Nezha then got up and went to rummage in the closet.After a while, he found a small bundle from the corner of the closet, which was full of ready-made clothes. He picked it up and was about to return, when he turned his head, he froze in place.

"son?"

I saw a naked baby boy sitting in the small wooden basin, with a seemingly soft horn standing on his forehead, his chubby lotus-like arms were slapping water, and he was still screaming happily.

"Nezha, I got an answer from my father, my son, he...eh?"

Ao Bing, who had just stepped into half of his body, also froze in place.