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

Hongjun walked slowly to the stone bench and sat down. Zisheng rubbed his head and looked at Hongjun.

The cold touch on the forehead has not yet dissipated, the young boy is not stupid, and his brain is instantly covered by spiritual light.His eyes were clear, and a smile curled up on his lips.

Zisheng quickly got up from the ground, Zixiao Palace was clean, and he didn't need to dust it off.

Later, he got closer to Hongjun than before, and they didn't even sit facing each other at the same table.

Zisheng pushed the stone bench to only half a meter away from Hongjun. He propped the table sideways, and approached Hongjun with a flawless face, "Immortal Master, Immortal Master..."

He called out curiously and tentatively, but this time Hongjun returned to his gentle but repulsive appearance.

In his cry, Hongjun glanced at him, smiled lightly, picked up the teacup with his jade-like fingertips and sipped lightly.

"Can Zisheng take a sip?" Zisheng's voice was clear.

Hongjun raised his fingertips and said concisely, without any other emotion in his voice, "No."

Unexpectedly, for the first time, Zisheng became a rascal in front of Hongjun. He carefully approached the boundary of the distance to ensure that Hongjun would not be angry, and asked jokingly, "Is it really important? Just change to a cup and have a sip."

Hongjun shook his head, looking into his eyes with a half-smile.

-

After the birth of Zijiao, the great prince of Yin and Shang, although he fell asleep more than awake like ordinary babies, he was obviously more energetic than ordinary children, and he was awake at least four hours a day.

Zisheng knew that Zijiao had a strong spiritual sense, so he would spare half an hour every day to tell stories to Zijiao.

"Little Red Riding Hood", "The Daughter of the Sea", "Pinocchio", etc., he has too many fairy tales in his mind.

Zijiao obviously understood what he was talking about, so every time he came, Zijiao would always open his dark eyes that were very similar to his. Under the shaking of the candle, the baby's eyes always seemed to have twinkling stars In a flash, he looked very happy.

Inside the baby's tender body, the silver consciousness remained motionless, and he stayed quietly in the void, watching the little boy whose lips opened and closed outside.

Mother also told him stories, but she couldn't tell them every day.His mother liked to sing nursery rhymes to him to lull him to sleep, but he rarely heard stories.

Little Uncle Wang is nine years older than him.His consciousness had drifted into the air unintentionally, and he saw how majestic the cute little Uncle Wang was in front of others.

But now, such a powerful person is telling stories to him in a gentle tone.

He has fallen in love with his little Uncle Wang, and every day Uncle Wang brings him novel stories that he has never heard before.He also likes these stories, and he wants to go to the bottom of the sea to see if there is a Little Mermaid.Silver consciousness flickered, if he could meet Ao Bing in the future, he would definitely look for it with Ao Bing.

Little Red Riding Hood...it doesn't matter to the big bad wolf, he can knock him to death in a circle...

Silver Consciousness listened to the story very seriously.The golden consciousness can't understand human words, but he can perceive the thoughts of the silver consciousness.

He is full of curiosity about this world, and it happens that the stories Zisheng tells are very fantasy, so the golden consciousness likes it, and he is elated every time Zisheng comes.

The silver consciousness is equivalent to his connection with the outside world, so when Zisheng tells a story, the golden consciousness will lie on the silver consciousness.He hugged the silver consciousness tightly, and rubbed against each other affectionately.

Nezha was stunned, he stretched out a lump of consciousness and pushed Jin Jin consciousness.

Jin Zhizhi loves him so much that he is reluctant to let go: [Brother, don't move...I want to hear a story...Brother, let me hug you...]

Nezha: ...

The younger brother is too clingy and heavy.

Of course, Zisheng doesn't find time every day.In order not to delay his eldest nephew's interest in listening to the story, he wrote the stories he had not told on the paper, and made up a few short stories himself.

In the end, he bound these stories into a book and put them on the bedside of his little nephew's cradle, so that both his father, queen mother and queen could find time to tell stories to him.

On this day, both the queen and Zisheng were very busy, so it was Zishou's turn to tell stories to Zijiao.

The sub-recipient pulled a chair, he lay down on it, took the story book casually and flipped through it.

He originally wanted to pick a few random stories to deal with the children, but he never thought that these stories written by Zisheng would be interesting.

Zishou put his arms on the back of the chair, clenched his hands into fists to support the side of his face, and half-closed his eyes to watch.

The golden consciousness and the silver consciousness are still very happy to see Zishou flipping through the book, and the golden consciousness is lying on the silver consciousness and already ready to listen.Silver Consciousness was also shining brightly. Although he was quiet, he also looked forward to it.

However, they waited and waited and waited until Zishou finished reading the whole book without opening his mouth once.

Gold and Silver Consciousness:  …

Zishou was surprised when he saw that the book was finished, and his expression became dull when he was sure that there was no book to read.

He put down the book but just met his son's expectant eyes, he was stunned, he picked up the book quite bored and flipped through it again.

"I have read all these stories, and I don't want to tell them anymore."

Gold and Silver Consciousness:  …

After all, he was his eldest son, although Zi Shou was a dog, he still kept some points.

He threw the book aside, yawned and said, "It's okay, I'll tell you something else."

The golden consciousness is brighter, he is much more lively and active than the silver consciousness, and he is more receptive to new things than the other party.

Zijiao also showed curiosity and ignorance on his face.

Zi Shou closed his eyes and began to recall the things that impressed him deeply.

Most of the incense in the censer outside the hall gate was burned, and Zishou's story came to an end.

"It's just some severed hands and feet. What dead people haven't seen? There are people who make a fuss... Before he died, his eyes were gouged out, his nose was cut off, and his screams were harsh. Later, Gu Yijian wiped off his neck , made blood on one hand, and the smell can't go away for a long time."

Nezha of Silver Consciousness: ...

At this time, the golden consciousness was no longer as enthusiastic as before, but jumped down from the silver consciousness and got under the silver consciousness.

He shrunk himself into a ball, and grabbed his silver consciousness to cover the lump of consciousness that he leaked out.

He shivered and was terrified.He could only cling to Silver Consciousness tightly to bring himself a sense of security.

Zijiao burst into tears, the tears rolled down, and the delicate little face was very distressed when she cried.

Nezha subconsciously gathered his own consciousness and protected the golden consciousness tightly.

Zishou laughed when he saw Zijiao crying, "You are scarier than your little Uncle Wang...don't cry anymore, you will have to face these things sooner or later, a dignified prince shouldn't be so fragile!"

He smiled and licked the corners of his lips, and didn't intend to coax the child, but stood up and glanced at Zijiao and said: "Little Yin is better than Xiao Jin, Xiao Yin will coax him for the father first, and the father will reward you when you grow up." you."

After that, he left comfortably, not caring about his crying son.

Little silver?

Nezha was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to realize it later.

It turned out that the father could see him all the time...

-

Zisheng copied a lot of fairy tales, and he was inspired to write many original stories.

Among them, some of the stories are in a style that is more suitable for 12-year-olds and even adults.

Zisheng took some stories to 33 Chongtian to read to Hongjun.

Zisheng still likes to sit on a small bench when telling stories, but there is only one size of stone bench on 33 Chongtian.

Hongjun was closing his eyes and taking a nap when suddenly, a lotus pod protruded from the lotus pond and poked Zisheng.

Zisheng turned his head, only to see the water in the pool tumbling, and a small lotus platform quietly emerged from the water.

Zisheng:!

I don't know if it is because of the spirituality of the lotus platform, but Zisheng hugged the lotus platform like a piece of paper.

He hugged the lotus platform to Hongjun's side, and then sat on it.

Hongjun raised his eyes lightly, and Zisheng quickly took out the manuscript paper when he saw this.Seeing that Hongjun's expression had not changed, he began to read the story.

The stories he wrote are naturally positive, positive, and have a certain amount of truth.

"...Later, Zhang San benefited the people. The people's gratitude to him gave him far more spiritual power than the spiritual power Zhang San obtained by plundering. Zhang San finally realized... This is cause and effect, cause and effect It is also a bye. It is also a kind of way..."

The immortal master has lived here alone for many years and has been restrained for many years. Although Zisheng can't see through the immortal master's heart, if he treats the immortal master as an ordinary person, he feels sorry for the immortal master.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he originally wanted to tell a boring story for the fairy teacher, but he kept talking more and more, and finally talked about the Dao of cultivation.

I hope that the direction of the immortal master's practice is different from what he said, otherwise, if the immortal master understands what he said, if he understands it deeper, if something goes wrong, he will be embarrassed.

Zisheng kept nagging in Hongjun's ear, but Hongjun didn't stop.

Zisheng guessed that at least the fairy teacher and beauty didn't hate him like this.If he is very lucky, maybe the fairy teacher and beauty would like him to tell stories.

He continued to tell Hongjun the superficial way he knew.In order to let the other party understand what he meant, he thoughtfully broke his point of view to the other party bit by bit like a teacher.

But, for some reason, the more Zisheng preached, the more vain he felt when he looked at the beauty's calm and beautiful eyes.

When the beauty looked at him, Zisheng always felt that those eyes seemed to see through him.

Zisheng sneezed, the beauty looked at him, and he also smiled back at the beauty.

The lotus in the lotus pond shrinks its stem, and it can't help but buckle the flower into the water.

My own Zai Zai... It has already embarrassed Zai Zai.

After Zisheng went back, he continued to temper his body in order to improve his cultivation as soon as possible.However, the golden seedlings on his head were wilting.

Zisheng sat in front of the table, and Miao Miao lay on the table and looked at the roof aimlessly.

[There is no... There is no... There is not a drop...]

Zisheng was very puzzled. He mentioned the golden seedling and asked, "What's missing?"

Miaomiao looked at Zisheng sadly, [You used to be overflowing with spiritual energy, but now you are just saturated, and you can no longer skip a level. ]

Zisheng smiled and said, "Isn't this just right? Be steady and steady."

The seedlings are not satisfied, [But you are smart, smart, well-behaved and hardworking, so you should skip a grade. ]

Zisheng: ...

There is no need to praise me so much.

"Buzz..." It was summer, and there were more and more mosquitoes, Zisheng was very upset.

Suddenly, someone from the palace came to report.

"His Royal Highness, there is a fairy outside the palace who claims to be the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, and came to pay a visit."

Zisheng was pleasantly surprised, he quickly stood up and walked outside, "Quick! Hurry up, please!"