Vicious Youkai Just Want To Farm [Quick Transmigration]

Nezha?

Jiang Lin looked at the young man in front of him, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, he was full of heroic spirit, and he didn't seem to match the impulsive and irritable child in his memory at all.

But there are indeed some familiar shadows in the eyebrows.

"Nezha." Jiang Lin remembered, "Didn't your family go to guard the border?"

Li Jing had previously concealed that there had been no rain at Chentang Pass for three years, which made the late king furious, and was removed from his official post and sent to the border guards.

In a flash, decades have passed.

Nezha is far more than just looking so young, it's just that he is not an ordinary person after all, he also apprenticed to immortals, learned the magic of immortals, lived a long life, and his body and appearance stayed at the best time.

Nezha replied: "A few years ago, we met with amnesty, and our family has been exonerated."

He paused, and said: "My parents have passed away, and my brothers have their own homes. I was walking around, thinking that I still owe a lot of time to the century-old agreement with my husband."

Hearing that the third prince turned into a dragon vein, he was not sure if he could find Jiang Lin, but he still wanted to come to Chaoge to try.

Looking at this tall and heroic young man, Jiang Lin felt that he had done a good deed unintentionally.

At least the person in front of him doesn't need to be forced to remain a child forever because of other people's sins.

He smiled and said, "That agreement has long since counted, and I don't need protection now."

He looked at Nezha carefully again, and said, "You look fine now."

As early as many years ago, when he met Nezha for the first time, he noticed that the other party's temper was too violent, and the hostility between his eyebrows was unusual.

Although Li Jing is a little restless and cautious, his family education is considered strict, and Mrs. Li is a dignified and free-spirited heroine.

That being the case, why did Nezha have a character like Nezha?

He thought about it, and when he went to the Heavenly Court, he gave Nezha a jade bottle, and told Nezha to take a drop and condense it between his eyebrows when he practiced every day.

The bottle contained spiritual spring water taken from the Emerald Space, and Jiang Lin even pulled out two of Yinhe's hairs and put them in it.

Yinhe is an innate spiritual treasure born from the Nine Heavens Milky Way, born with the supernatural power of purifying the mind and clearing the mind.

Sure enough, looking at it now, the hostility has disappeared.

Hearing what Jiang Lin said, Nezha's expression darkened for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly: "Sir, there is no way to repay Nezha's kindness. Nezha has nothing to worry about, only his ability is passable, so let's follow Mr. as a follower."

Jiang Lin shook his head: "I don't need you to repay your favor. You were at fault for what happened that day, but I'm not completely innocent if I was taken advantage of by others. Times have changed now, let it pass."

Nezha insisted: "If Mister is like this, Nezha will never pay off what he owes Mister."

He thought for a while, and then said: "Isn't it impossible for Mister to leave Chaoge now? If there is something inconvenient to move around in the future, you can still send Nezha."

He said so much, Jiang Lin couldn't refuse anymore, so he could only say: "Then it's up to you."

Zi Shou, who had been following Jiang Lin, suddenly asked, "Are you that Nezha from Chentangguan?"

He was raised as a prince since he was a child, and at a young age he developed a royal demeanor. When he stared at people, ordinary people dare not look directly at them.

But Nezha is no ordinary person.

He nodded: "I am Nezha."

He asked again, "Are you the prince?"

At this age and with such an aura, it is easy to think of his identity.

Zishou didn't answer his question, but clenched the short sword hanging from his waist, and said word by word: "You are the Nezha who pulled out Mr.'s dragon scales and almost killed him, regardless of right and wrong. !"

As Jiang Lin turned into a chaoge dragon under the witness of everyone, all his past deeds were also revealed and praised.

As for Nezha's past with him, there was a lot of uproar in the East China Sea that day, so naturally they couldn't hide it.

Everyone in the world knows that the third prince was almost skinned and cramped by Nezha, the son of Li Jing in Chentangguan, decades ago.

It happened that he suffered such an injury, and he repaid his hatred with kindness, risking the consequences of being punished by heaven, and spread rain in Chentangguan.

Although the grievance had already been settled at that time, the people always had a bias in their hearts, and their logic was very simple.

Now Prince Long is the patron saint in their hearts, so Nezha is naturally not a good person.

Zishou has been close to Jiang Lin since he was a child, so he is naturally very familiar with Jiang Lin's deeds.

When he heard the word "Nezha", he instinctively disliked it.

Nezha sensed the other party's hostility, so he didn't excuse himself, nodded and said, "It's me."

If it weren't for the fact that this place is still a busy city, Zishou would have drawn his sword.

He said coldly: "When I go back, I will fight with you!"

Jiang Lin didn't expect Zishou to come out, and looked at the little boy who had just reached his chest: "Zishou, this matter is over a long time ago, sir, you don't need you to stand up for me."

Zishou said solemnly: "Sir is my teacher, the teacher was bullied by others, students must not act as if nothing happened."

He plausibly said: "Bullying the teacher is bullying me. Even if you forgive him, sir, I haven't forgiven yet!"

Nezha thought the crown prince was quite interesting, bent over and said, "Okay, I have ambition. But Your Highness, you can't beat me now."

Zi Shou glanced at the height difference between the two, and remained silent.

Jiang Lin thought he had finally realized his impulsiveness. Seeing that Zi could not speak, he smiled inwardly for a while, changed the topic, and revealed the matter.

He thought it was over here.

However, a few days later, Nezha went out and came back grinning.

He wanted to hide it, but there was a huge bruise on his left eye, which couldn't be ignored at all.

Jiang Lin looked at him in surprise: "Who did you fight with? Chaoge, who else can beat you like this?"

What he wanted to ask more was, how could someone who was able to fight Nezha evenly or even better still use these fists and kicks.

Also deliberately punched in the face.

Nezha couldn't explain, "It's His Highness Zishou who brought a large group of people to besiege me."

Jiang Lin: "..."

Nezha glanced at Zong Yu, who was sitting quietly on a chair with a look of "I have no melons in the rain".

Most of the people Zishou led were mobs, and they couldn't threaten him.

Except Zong Yu.

Nezha already felt ashamed in his heart, and he also knew that these two people were trying to vent their anger on Jiang Lin, so they couldn't be cruel at all.

On the one hand, there is the intention to teach others, and on the other hand, there is guilt in the heart and not to fight back, so it is useless to say the result?

Jiang Lin followed his gaze.

Zong Yu looked innocent: "I happened to pass by. I thought Nezha was bullying Ah Shou, so I helped him out. It was all a misunderstanding."

Nezha: "..."

Jiang Lin: "..."

When Jiang Lin entered the palace the next day, he asked about it.

Zishou was very calm: "I am a prince, and I will be a king in the future. Some people will work hard for me. Didn't you teach me to know how to use your own advantages to win?"

Jiang Lin: What I teach is correct.

But that doesn't mean you're right to hit someone.

Zong Yu and Zishou were fined to open up [-] acres of wasteland, and no one was allowed to help, and Zong Yu was not allowed to use magic to take shortcuts.

The two children went away with bad faces, but Nezha didn't hold any grudges and ran over to help.

Friendships between men are so strange.

In less than a month, Zishou's attitude towards Nezha changed.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

The prince has grown into a high-spirited prince.

He is handsome in appearance, tall in stature, and powerful in martial arts, capable of defeating a hundred with one.

On the side of Xiqi, which Jiang Lin has been paying attention to, Xibohou is also married and has given birth to his eldest son Bo Yikao, and the famous Ji Fa has just turned two years old.

Surprisingly, Xiqi has been very peaceful these years, Xibohou handles affairs conscientiously, is very attentive to Chaoge, and has no intention of opposing Chaoge at all.

Di Yi is not young, and his health is not very good.

In the past two years, he has gradually handed over political affairs to Zishou, and arranged for Bigan, Wen Zhong and other ministers to assist Zishou, as if he was already planning for his death.

As for Jiang Lin, Emperor Yi also specially summoned him.

"I'm always worried." Di Yi was old, his face was wrinkled, and his tall body was a bit bent.

But his eyes were still wise and clear. These wise eyes looked at Jiang Lin: "Mr. Long, Ah Shou has an unusual relationship with you. I will be gone in the future, so please watch him."

Jiang Lin sighed: "Don't worry. Ah Shou was taught by you personally. You have seen his character and ability with your own eyes. Don't worry."

Di Yi coughed twice, and said with a smile: "Yes, Ah Shou is so outstanding, why should I be obsessed with those illusory destiny?"

However, after more than a month, Emperor Yi died.

Zishou succeeded to the throne as Emperor Xin.

The new king came to the throne, according to the rules, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth.

There happened to be a Nuwa Saint Palace where the altar was located.

Saint Nuwa has made great contributions to the human race, Di Xin thought for a while, and took the ministers to make a sacrifice.

Entering the Nuwa Palace, there is a life-sized statue of a saint in the main hall, which is about the size of an ordinary person. The statue is exquisitely carved, and the saint's face is lifelike.

Di Xin looked away after only one glance, and continued a bouquet of incense in front of the altar.

When he was about to leave, suddenly there was a breeze outside the hall.

Di Xin only felt his mind flutter.

Fortunately, this trance feeling was only for a moment, and a warm force dispelled the trance.

But when he came back to his senses, he was shocked: at some point, he had crossed the high platform and came to the statue of the saint, reaching out his hand to touch the statue's cheek.

This is a very flimsy gesture.

The ministers in the audience were looking at him in amazement.

Di Xin regained his composure, brushed the statue with his sleeve along his posture, and said calmly, "Who is responsible for guarding the Saint's Temple? Look, there is dust on it."