I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

The queen is about to give birth!

On the day the eldest prince of Yin and Shang was born, the sun was originally scorching, but suddenly gusts of wind blew up.

Zisheng stood on the steps of the palace and looked at the sky. Behind him was the dark sky, and his white clothes were blown away by the turbulent wind.

He didn't know what he saw, and suddenly touched the golden seedling on the top of his head and smiled: "Look, isn't today a good day?"

The golden seedling raised its eyebrows, and it was a little puzzled: [Is... is it? ]

Astronomical phenomena show that this son is against his father.

Zisheng raised his head and asked softly, "Isn't it?"

Seedling was startled, as if realizing something, so she simply shook left and right, [Zisheng is right in everything he says. ]

In the next second, the seedlings bloomed with golden light, and the sky was stirred by the golden light, gradually becoming chaotic.

However, the golden light was not enough, it became weaker.

Fortunately, Zisheng's body was full of spiritual energy, and the roots of the seedlings absorbed the spiritual energy from the top of Zisheng's head, and gradually the sky became what they thought in their hearts.

Zisheng looked at Tian and nodded with satisfaction, "Look, even Tian is responding to us."

Seedlings "simple" place leaves.

[you're right. ]

When Zisheng came to the queen's bedroom, a large crowd of people had already gathered outside the palace gate.

"Your Majesty is indeed in pain, she is covered in sweat, and her face is pale. But... Your Majesty doesn't bark." A court lady pushed open the door and ran out anxiously.

"This..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

A male doctor said: "I have seen countless women give birth, but there are a few out of thousands of people who give birth without pain. But their birth is also smooth, and it won't take as long as the empress."

Zisheng practiced the method for a long time, ignoring the time. He walked over and asked, "How long has Mrs. Wang been born?"

"Returning to Your Highness, it has been from Maoshi today to now."

When Zisheng heard it, his eyes unconsciously looked into the hall.There was worry on his face, and he said with some distress: "It's hard work, sister-in-law, brother Wang..."

Zisheng turned his head to look for Zishou, looking through the crowd, he finally found the familiar figure.

"Brother Wang, you must treat your sister-in-law kindly in the future."

Zisheng walked up to Zishou, and he found that Zishou was standing upright with the support of the beam.

He was very observant, and he could see the slight shaking of brother Wang's clothes at a glance.

"Brother Wang?"

Zisheng raised his head, but he saw his brother Wang's complexion was pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Wang, what's the matter?" He hurriedly supported Zishou, and said worriedly: "I didn't expect that Brother Wang missed my sister-in-law more than I thought. Hey, Brother Wang, don't be impatient. It's even more uneconomical."

Zishou let go of Zisheng's hand, he stood up with his waist supported, and walked to the front of the hall with a dignified demeanor.

Dong Bohou also sent envoys to wait, he patted his head and said hesitantly: "Perhaps... a woman's childbirth is not as painful as we think?"

Suddenly, Zi Shou turned around and looked down at this person. His eyes were dark and it was difficult for others to see his emotions clearly.

The envoy felt a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce him, and he heard a low and oppressive voice.

"If you can't speak, someone will have your tongue pulled out as soon as possible, and you can sit and watch the sky. After the orphan's eldest son is born, I will ask Dong Bohou...how did you send you...this...arrogant idiot?"

Although Zishou paused in his speech, the sharpness in his words was shocking.

"Your Majesty!", the officials retreated profusely in sweat.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the hall door.

Zisheng ran over quickly, but there was no one around Zishou.

Under the low air pressure, only Zisheng dared to stand beside Zishou.He tugged on Yazi Shou's sleeve, signaling him not to get excited.

The palace door was suddenly opened, and the palace lady ran out with a happy face and complicated expression, "Your Majesty, the queen is born!"

Before she could say the next sentence, the quilt lifted a glance, and she saw the minister outside the door and the rest of the people swallowed the words in an instant.

She stepped aside and invited the king to enter.

Zishou strode in.

Zisheng asked the maid, and after getting the nod from the maid, he also followed in, and a fat and big fat fox also jumped in.

The smell of blood in the house was still there, and Zishou's face was calm, but still a little pale.

As soon as he raised his head, he looked at the queen on the bed.

The queen's lips turned pale and she chuckled at Zishou, Zishou let out a "cut" laugh and turned his head away with downcast eyes.

The palace people had already received Zisheng's advance instructions. They knew that the eldest prince was born with visions and was born as a meatball, so they also made mental preparations in advance.

The eldest prince was wiped dry of blood like a normal prince and was placed safely on the small bed.

After Zishou saw it, he licked the tooth socket with the tip of his tongue, and he sneered, but there was no malice.

"Is it such a small thing?"

Zisheng quickly took out the sword he had forged in advance, but Zishou pushed it away with one hand.

"No need."

He walked steadily towards Meatball, holding the hilt of his sword with his hand at his side.

Perhaps it was because he had suffered severe pain just now, and his steps were a little unsteady.But he was born martial, and he never missed it with his sword.

A flash of sword light flashed in the room. This sword was very fierce, using [-]% of the emperor's force.

The ball of meat was split open, revealing the sleeping baby inside.

Nezha thought he would lose consciousness, but found that he seemed to be conscious?

He was in a blankness, and he seemed to have seen this kind of blankness before?

The white light gradually receded, and the darkness surrounded him.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a man's voice, that voice was very majestic, even more majestic than his father.

Where is he?

His whole body was wrapped and his limbs became clumsy.Beside his consciousness, there was another young child whispering in his ear.

A child's consciousness is golden, he is silver.

That ball of golden consciousness hugged him and rubbed against him, as if it was very close to him.

[You and I...are...brothers...]

The golden consciousness can't speak, but he can perceive the meaning expressed by the other party.

Nezha was at a loss.

Does he have brothers?

Golden Consciousness: [We...soon...will...see our parents.... ]

Nezha was at a loss as if he had lost his memory.

Who is he?

Lingzhuzi is dead, he should not be Lingzhuzi anymore.

Could it be that he was reincarnated and has parents again?

But what about his original parents?

At this moment, the surroundings gradually became brighter, and several blurred figures appeared in front of them.

As a baby, he should be invisible.

But his spiritual sense allowed him to sense the appearance of the other party.

The facial features couldn't pick out any flaws, the handsome and tall man was looking down at him from above.

Seeing the broken shell beside him, Nezha realized that he was born from a meat ball again this time.

The man stared at him for a long time, this scene seemed to bring back Nezha's memory, and his silver spiritual consciousness became dim unconsciously.

Suddenly, the man laughed.

"Why doesn't this little thing look as big as a single palm?"

Nezha was puzzled, but he could sense that the man had no ill intentions towards him.

Zishou wanted to lift the child, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Zisheng and the queen said in unison: "No, you can't hold the child by the back of the neck."

The child gave a pause, so he picked it up in another direction.

The next second, Zisheng and the queen said again: "The child's head cannot be lifted!"

Zishou simply found a safe place to lift it up, but the two men said again: "You can't lift the child's arm either!"

Zishou: ...

But why is it such a troublesome brat?

But after all, it was born of his own pain, so he should tolerate it.

Nezha understood that the person in front of him wanted to hug him.

This person should be his father.

Does he have a father who can hug him?

In his memory, Li Jing almost never hugged him.

Although he wanted to like Li Jing very much, he also wanted to be hugged by his father.

The golden consciousness seemed to perceive his emotions, and burst into tears, and even this body also cried.

The queen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good to cry."

Zishou couldn't hold the child, so he simply picked up the crib, turned the baby to face the queen and said, "She is your queen mother."

Both Nezha and the golden consciousness recognized people clearly.

Zishou hugged the little bed again and faced Zisheng, "He is your little Uncle Wang."

The moment Nezha saw Zisheng, he recalled the nights when he and Ao Bing sat by the sea.

[Zisheng's face is bulging and soft, making it look like pinched. ]

Therefore, the first thing Zijiao, the eldest prince of Yin and Shang, did after he was born was to stretch out his apricot-sized hand, trembling slightly, in front of his little Uncle Wang, and pinch his face as softly as a feather. .

Zisheng: ...

Zi Shou laughed loudly, and he pretended to reprimand while laughing: "You are really rebellious!"

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After Zijiao was born, although his father, queen mother, queen and uncle Wang took turns taking care of him, in fact, the one who took care of him the most was... Fat Fox.

Every day, the fat fox would stand by his side for fear that he would be knocked down.

Sometimes when he accidentally fell off the bed, it was the fat fox who picked him up and put him back gently.

At this time, Zisheng understood some Taoism again, so he flew to the 33rd heaven to visit Hongjun.

As soon as you enter the gate of Zixiao Palace, the empty sky makes you feel refreshed.The rich aura makes people feel ecstatic.

Originally, there was no one in his field of vision, but when he stared at the bottom of the stone pavilion.I don't know if he looked at it for a long time, but the purple figure gradually solidified.

It turns out that the immortal master is there.

Zisheng walked in and saluted Hongjun. He looked up as if thinking of something, so he opened his dark eyes and asked curiously: "Why is the immortal master always there when Zisheng comes? The immortal master usually doesn't go anywhere else. ?"

Holding the teacup in his hand, Hongjun said in a low voice, "I don't like wandering around. Everything in the world is like clear water in a cup. Even though it's turbid, you can see through it."

Zisheng glanced into Hongjun's cup, but he couldn't see the bottom of the cup because he was standing too far away.

He raised his head, his eyes were like stars, "I don't know what the immortal master likes. Zisheng wants to ask...do the immortal masters like it?"

Hongjun lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "...I don't remember clearly."

Zi Sheng approached worriedly and asked, "Why is the immortal master not interested?"

Hongjun got up and carried Zisheng on his back and walked towards the lotus pond, "Destiny..."

Zisheng's heart trembled, and he felt something in his heart. Looking up, he saw tens of thousands of lines vertically connecting every part of Hongjun's body from the sky down.

The beauty in his heart is like a marionette...

Zisheng was speechless, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Maybe Zisheng can help the immortal master cut off the thread on his body."

Hongjun: "You can't stop cutting."

Zisheng conjured up the Karma Sword, which automatically shrinks into a small dagger.

"Whether it can be cut off or not, you will know after a try."

He swung his dagger and slashed at the densely packed lines.However, the sword of karma, which is invincible, did not cut even a single thread this time.

Zisheng raised his head, and the sunlight flickered in his black eyes.

The dagger disappeared automatically, and he said: "The immortal master should be a chic and unrestrained person, but now your words and deeds are controlled by the Dao of Heaven. The immortal master..."

Zisheng approached Hongjun.

"Maybe you don't like drinking tea or planting flowers. Maybe your temper is not as mild as Zisheng thought."

Zisheng approached Hongjun, and he tried to raise his toes to make himself taller.

A pair of jet-black eyes stared straight at Hongjun, his face still soft.

"Zisheng really wants to know what the real temper of the immortal master is like. Can Zisheng wait?"

Perhaps it was Hongjun's gentle temperament, Zisheng didn't notice that his face was close to Hongjun's.

In the past, Hongjun ignored his approach.

But today, Zisheng's forehead was tapped lightly with his fingers.The strength was not strong, but it made him sit on the ground when he was caught off guard.

Confused Zisheng: ...