Nezha Breeding Manual

Taking back the Tang Dao with a white sheath that he was said to be used to, Ye Wanqiu still didn't feel any familiarity, only felt it was a novelty.She held Xue Yan to look at it several times, and nodded solemnly at Nezha: "It's very beautiful."

"From today on, you can use it back." Nezha said, "As for what you want to learn, it's useless to just listen to what I told you and watch my demonstrations, you have to do it yourself. "As he said, he raised his hand, broke off a branch full of white flowers from the pearl plum tree behind Ye Wanqiu in the air, and held it in his hand, "Try to cut it off from my hand with Xueyan."

In all fairness, the flower branches of Pearl Plum are actually not that strong, and even look a little weak.But holding it in Nezha's hand, it somehow makes people feel particularly intimidating.

Ye Wanqiu carefully looked at the branch in his hand, then weighed Xue Yan in his hand, and suddenly felt a kidney deficiency: "You want to practice with me yourself?"

Nezha raised his eyebrows slightly, folded his arms, his eyes were gray: "Then who do you want to be with?"

"I……"

She wanted to blurt out Ah Jun or Qing Huan, but she couldn't continue after she said a word.Because the other party's eyes and the indistinct curve on the corners of the blushing mouth made her feel that if they dared to say other names, all of them would look miserable.

So Ye Wanqiu shook his head, and replied seriously: "Nothing. I just feel that it is really wronged for you, a marshal of the Zhongtan who commanded the heavenly soldiers, to practice against a rookie like me. It hurts so much when I think about it. heart."

Nezha knew that she was making an excuse, so he didn't try to expose it, he just took the folded Huntian Ling and gently swept down the tip of her nose, and the soft and cold red silk wiped away the sweet lotus fragrance: "You can't find someone else's. "

"..." Ye Wanqiu touched the place that was touched by Huntianling just now, and said bravely, "Okay."

She let out a breath, clenched the snow flame in her hand, fixed her eyes on the pearl plum in Nezha's hand, stepped forward quickly and swiped the knife neatly, but Nezha dodged away nimbly.Ye Wanqiu twisted his wrist, turned Xueyan to the right, but Nezha's speed was so fast that Xueyan made an empty cut before he even got close to him.

The young man's body is brisk and swift, and he only has a simple and thin silver-red battle suit on his body without silver armor, which is so conspicuous among the white flowers falling in the courtyard.Ye Wanqiu realized that he was the one who took the initiative to attack, and Nezha had been just retreating and avoiding, but the rhythm of the battle was not controlled by him at all, but in Nezha's hands.

Not to mention cutting off the branch, Ye Wanqiu has tried for a long time, but he has never even touched the flowers on it.

After another attack failed, Nezha suddenly stretched out his right hand, which had been carried behind his waist, and cut Xue Yan's blade with only two fingers.Ye Wanqiu was stunned: "Your hand..."

Before he finished speaking, Nezha bounced Xueyan away without much effort, and the not-so-strong tremor was transmitted along Xueyan's pitch-black blade to Ye Wanqiu's hand.Nezha pointed at the finger that had just cut off Xue Yan so easily, and motioned to her: "Continue."

Sure enough, my worries were unnecessary.A god who can shoot a snake through the throat like cutting tofu, even if he stands there empty-handed, he can't be injured by himself with a Tang knife.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu couldn't help but become more serious.She began to learn not to use Xueyan as a direct attack weapon, but to explore and interfere with Nezha's dodge route first, and then use Xueyan to stab the branch in the opponent's hand when she can barely get close.

The tails of Nezha's eyes were slightly curved, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.He turned sharply in the direction of Xueyan's straight stabbing, the back of the knife only slid past the hard metal on his belt, and the hem of the silver-red battle suit unscrewed.Ye Wanqiu hadn't seen what happened when the icy flower branches fell across his neck, and the petals and leaves rubbed his skin slightly itchy.

She blinked and lowered her head: "Hey, I'm dead."

Nezha chuckled, turned the flower branch and swayed past her: "You can't just stare at it all the time, or you will ignore my movements. It's right to keep your focus on the target, but you have to take care of the surrounding situation at the same time." .”

"Take your time, don't rush."

Ye Wanqiu nodded clearly: "Then continue."

The consequence of continuing was that after one afternoon, Ye Wanqiu felt that it was difficult for him to even raise his hand.

The weather in winter is getting colder and colder, and it will be the end of the year in a blink of an eye.Ye Wanqiu trained with Nezha for more than half a month, and was finally able to force him to take a few strikes to deal with her, instead of being so tired that she couldn't get up just by flexibly dodging with her hands behind her back like in the beginning.

What Nezha said was right, Xueyan was really smooth in her hand, and she was quite happy to use it.She didn't know where this Tang Dao came from, but as she became more proficient in controlling her spiritual knowledge, she and Xue Yan, the spiritual Tang Dao, got better and better.

During the period, Ye Wanqiu followed Nezha to Zhangcheng where a new crack appeared. The strange voice that had been trying to control and disturb her in her mind did not appear again, and the repair of the new crack went very smoothly.She has been able to control her own abilities completely freely, and she doesn't have to worry about being discovered by other gods in the God Realm because of losing control, and the Forerunner of the God Realm has never appeared again.

She thought Nezha would be very happy, but when she looked at him several times, she found that his eyes were soaked with an inexplicable layer of deep gray, and it seemed that he was more worried than happy.

On New Year's Eve, more than half of the shops in the town were closed, and only a small number were still open, but they all only opened for a symbolic half-day before closing.

Early in the morning, Ye Zhilan began to prepare various ingredients for making glutinous rice balls.When he was halfway through his work, Ye Wanqiu washed up and went downstairs. When he saw the cooked food on the plate, he picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth: "Is this the lo mei from the town in town? Mom, why did you get up so early? "

"Today is New Year's Eve. If you don't go early, everyone else will be closed like us." Ye Zhilan said, taking off her apron and hanging it aside, "I'll put breakfast in the thermos for you. After eating, you can rest for a while. Watch the pot for me, I have something to do."

"it is good."

The cold winter sun at the door flickered and disappeared with Ye Zhilan's movement of going out, the lively Chinese New Year program was playing on the TV, thick white steam was wafting from the kitchen, and the mellow aroma of food was overflowing.Ye Wanqiu walked to the living room with the bowl in his hand, picked up the remote control and pressed it aimlessly, and finally stopped on the movie channel, where an exotic movie with a literary style, "Late Autumn" was playing.

The heroine sits in the back of the bus with a cold and blank face, and countless desolate scenes outside the window are reflected in her dull eyes.

Ye Wanqiu really likes this style of shooting, although the original intention of stopping to watch it is because the name of the movie is very similar to her name.

The food in the pot was already cooked, she put down the bowl to turn off the fire, and took them out to cool.The plot outside is still going on, Ye Wanqiu started to make glutinous rice balls.Ye Zhilan made the noodles in advance, she just cut them into suitable size dough and kneaded them, filled them with fillings, and kneaded them into closed balls.

She found flour from the cupboard, sprinkled a handful on the wiped table, and put the wrapped glutinous rice balls on it one by one.When she got to the second row, she suddenly froze, sniffed the smell in the air carefully, turned her head, and saw Nezha had appeared in her living room at some point, looking at the movie being screened with a calm expression. Movie.

Although he knew that this was nothing to the power of a god, Ye Wanqiu was still surprised, and then smiled and shook his flour-stained hand at him: "How did you get in?"

The boy walked in against the light, his lips under the gray scarf were reddish: "I knocked on the door, but it wasn't you who opened it."

Ye Wanqiu looked suspiciously along the direction of his gaze, and saw the white cat squatting on the coffee table lazily licking its paw.

"I must be playing a movie, so I didn't hear you knocking on the door." She said, hooking the wooden chair next to her with her toes, "Sit down."

"Are you alone?"

"My mother went out for something, and she probably won't be back until a while." Ye Wanqiu replied, and then asked, "Did something happen?"

Nezha shook his head, his beautiful and sharp face was softened by the pale water vapor in the room: "No."

"Speaking of which, will your gods celebrate the New Year?"

"Let's do it once every 200 years."

"That's true, after all, if it's like us humans, it's boring to live every year." She said, while quickly wrapping the glutinous rice balls in her hand, she was suddenly stunned, "Why did I forget, I'm not human ah."

Nezha smiled, and heard her quickly change the subject: "Then how do you gods celebrate the New Year?"

"It's loud, that's all," he replied.

"Will all the gods come together?"

"Maybe."

"You haven't been there?"

"Not interested in."

"Then what are you interested in?" She asked casually, but she didn't hear Nezha's answer, she only caught a glimpse of his gaze falling impartially on her face through the layer of hot and humid translucent steam.

In the past, Ye Wanqiu had never understood the passages in those words that described the weighty eyes, and he couldn't figure out what kind of feeling it would be.But every time she meets Nezha's eyes, she can feel that those things are true.

His expression is a delicate mask of calm, and his eyes are a cage, imprisoning a dark ocean.Although the emotions presented may not always be deep and unpredictable, they must not be seen through.

If you look at it for a long time, you will have the illusion of standing on the edge of a cliff and falling into the waves at any time and disappearing.

She withdrew her gaze and pushed the bowl with the stuffing towards him: "Wrap it for me?"

However, Ye Wanqiu soon discovered that the third son of Li Zongbing's mansion, the great god of the Three Altars of the God Realm, obviously hadn't done this kind of work.The soft dough and fillings seemed to have a mind of his own in his hands, and he didn't obey orders at all.

Ye Wanqiu couldn't help laughing at the strange glutinous rice balls that finally took shape, and said, "Forget it, hahahahaha, let me do it."

Nezha lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lower lips, and obediently went to wash his hands. Seeing that her hair around the turtleneck sweater was messed up, he walked behind her and straightened her black hair. Thin red silk binding.

Ye Wanqiu shook his head, looked at him with a little surprise, his eyes were meaningful: "It's so difficult to make glutinous rice balls, but it's very easy to tie girls' hair, third prince."

Nezha replied without changing his face: "You taught me."

She paused, and then said: "It is very comforting for the teacher to apply what I have learned."

At this time, Nezha suddenly turned his head and looked at the door for a while: "Your mother is coming back."

"Ah?" She turned back, but didn't hear any knock on the door.

"I'll see you again tonight."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?"

Nezha raised his hand and gently stroked the top of her hair, his movements were gentle: "I have something to do in a while."

"Then I'll bring you some tonight?"

"it is good."

After speaking, he walked towards the living room, and disappeared into the air the moment Ye Zhilan opened the door with the key.

When night fell, Ye Zhilan made an appointment with several nearby families who also stayed here for the New Year, and set up a banquet on the empty street. Everyone got together to celebrate the New Year, almost every year.

Ye Wanqiu and two other girls who had gone to college were carrying bowls, chasing after a group of children, trying to coax them to finally finish the meal properly.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing lively on the TV, Ye Wanqiu went into the house to get hot water, but a white cat jumped out from nowhere, bit his trousers and dragged him outward, his golden pupils were clear and brilliant.

She quickly followed the white cat to the outside of the house, and saw Nezha standing outside waiting for her: "Wait a minute, I'll go and tell my mother."

After speaking she disappeared.

After a few minutes, Ye Wanqiu ran out of the room again carrying a small thermos, and straightened the messy bangs on his forehead: "I brought it for you, let's go."

Nezha took the thermos from her hand and asked, "Want to see what gods are doing during the New Year?"

"Think about it." Ye Wanqiu looked at him with bright eyes, "We'll go after you finish eating."

"Don't wait."

He held Ye Wanqiu's hand, draped Huntian silk around her body, and soon led her to the drowning sea at the edge of the God Realm.When it was still far away, Ye Wanqiu could see the sacred tree Fusang that was hidden by countless silver and blue clouds.The huge green tree crown is like a piece of emerald green, floating in the boundless and vast clouds.Those clouds and mist are not static, but are eternally changing and rippling, as if the beginning and evolution of the entire six worlds have been integrated into those changes, silently repeating over and over again.

There seemed to be no obvious light source here, no sun, no moon, and no stars, but everything in sight was clear and bright.

"Wei Li Ancient God Shun'an." Nezha raised his hand and gave a simple salute to Wei Li who was sitting on the swing reading a book.

Seeing them coming, Wei Li happily put down the book in his hand, jumped off the swing, hugged the two people in front of him from left to right, with a satisfied expression: "My little red lotus and Ye Zi finally came to see me again Already. The empty-nest old god is really lonely here, it’s better to be a young and beautiful child, and I feel happy when I look at it.”

"But Professor Suchen is also very good-looking." Ye Wanqiu said, because Wei Li pinched his face and rubbed it, his words were a little unclear, "Director, why do you keep touching me?"

"Who made Xiaohonglian never let me touch it, look!" She said, pitifully shaking the hand that Nezha avoided twice, and hugging Ye Wanqiu, her face full of sadness and enjoyment, she kept pinching face, "Remember to touch him a few more times for me, I can only touch you more to talk about comfort."

Nezha pursed his lips and dragged Ye Wanqiu into his arms forcefully: "Today is the New Year in the world, I'll take her up there to have a look."

"As the third prince, I am the same as before. I will not go to other places if I don't go to the hundred-year group banquet in Tiangong. So I went to find Ye Zi." Wei Li smiled and waved, "Go, remember to stay away from the sun, otherwise I have no time to save people with my ass burned."

"The sun?" Ye Wanqiu repeated in surprise.

"It's late at night in the world, so the sun is resting on the hibiscus tree." Nezha explained, "When the sun rises, the moon and stars will return."

While talking, he took Ye Wanqiu to the branch of the hibiscus tree and sat down firmly, then pointed to the few golden stars that permeated from the top of his head: "The sun is there, it is asleep."

Ye Wanqiu raised his head, and sure enough, through the gaps in the leaves, he saw a shapeless golden mass.They sat on the lowest branches of the World Tree, and the top of their heads was covered by countless luxuriant dark green leaves, which cut off most of the rays of the sleeping sun, leaving only a few pale yellow old shadows that were branded on Ye Banqiu's open palms. Up, soft and quiet.

Nezha asked Ye Wanqiu to sit where he could rely on the torso of the sacred tree, while he sat on the outside which was relatively more vacant. He opened the thermos in his hand, and was a little surprised to see that there were several warmed dumplings on the glutinous rice balls inside. "Happy New Year" with water vapor.

Ye Wanqiu came over to take a look, and said with some disappointment, "I've been working on this for a long time, and I thought I could last a little longer."

"It's okay." Nezha slightly lowered the corners of his mouth, opened one with chopsticks, and put the part into his mouth.In fact, since he came back from the resurrection of the lotus flower, any food has no taste for him, he can only smell the smell, and it tastes like chewing wax in his mouth.

"How is it? Is the taste okay?" Ye Wanqiu looked at him expectantly.

He nodded: "Very good."

So she laughed: "That's good. It was only later that I remembered that I only prepared these two kinds of stuffing at home, and I don't know if it suits your taste."

"Look below." Nezha reminded.

Ye Wanqiu looked down.

Through countless clouds and waves, she saw that the gods who were enshrined sent out their own envoys or lamp spirits on this day to send New Year blessings to believers in the world.Because they are too far apart, those lamp spirits look like fireflies, intertwined into bright waterfalls, pouring down from the clouds gently, and entering thousands of households along the wind.

It seems that a hole has been torn open in the dark sky, and countless golden fireflies are shaken out, walking among the fireworks lit and bloomed by human beings, colorful and magnificent.

"It's so beautiful." Ye Wanqiu exclaimed, looking down intently.

Time slipped to midnight, and countless fireworks exploded in the sky, lighting the night into a rainbow-kissed day.

"Happy New Year."

The two people on the tree looked at each other at the same time and said.

Then he was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly laughed again.

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