The rumored third prince

After reciting the hundred schools of thought, Nezha suddenly had a subtle feeling that she would not see the sun the next day if she didn't work hard. She likes Qianyuan Mountain and the small animals that play with her on the mountain. The possibility of the sun, so he changed his previous attitude of learning just to make the teacher happy, and his concentration on practicing kung fu shocked the entire Qianyuan Mountain.

Review a scripture every morning, practice spells in the morning, practice [-] kinds of martial arts such as swords, guns, swords and halberds in the afternoon, draw spells and spells in the evening, and listen to Taiyi Taoist preaching with lamps and candles in the evening.

There is planning and self-discipline, the only thing left is entertainment that is not considered entertainment, and it is just to grab a few bamboo shoots and come back to cook when your mouth is hungry.

Master Taiyi was satisfied, but at the same time felt distressed, but this did not prevent him from instilling his ideas in Nezha bit by bit, so that she could understand.

For Nezha's sudden quietness, all the little animals on the mountain were happy for a few days, and then they became unaccustomed to it, and even began to miss the active figure of the little guy running around all over the mountain all day long.

Only Qingmo ran to the entrance of the Golden Cave with bamboo shoots in his arms every day, basking in the sun while nibbling on the bamboo shoots, happily watching Nezha soften his muscles every day.

But then one day, he began to regret why he squatted aside to watch the excitement when he was a child, instead of studying hard with Nezha.

Time passed in Nezha's hard training day by day, and it was another few autumns in a blink of an eye.

When the five-year-old Nezha broke through the protective barrier of Taiyi from the outside to the inside from the foot of Qianyuan Mountain, not only the creatures on the mountain were shocked, but even Taiyi felt a little incredible.

He has always known that Nezha is intelligent, and he is an inborn material. Even in cultivation, after seeing countless famous practice methods, he figured out his own set of methods. Although it is a bit contrary to ordinary people, but He slapped his eyes, and Nezha did get twice the result with half the effort after practicing, so he didn't stop him.

But no matter how talented he is, without thousands of years of cultivation skills, how could he easily break through the mountain protection barrier set up by a golden fairy?

Daoist Taiyi is 100% sure that this is definitely not a power that a five-year-old child can possess, and it is more likely that it is brought down innately like Qiankun Circle and Huntian Ling.

The six-year-old Nezha summed up the idea that Taiyi Zhenren subtly transmitted to her into twelve words——

Fight with a draw!Stop killing with killing!With decisive cause!

And I wrote down these twelve characters and hung them in the most conspicuous place in the room, where I can see them first when I go in and out after waking up before going to bed.

The seven-year-old Nezha is almost omnipotent.

In the summer of May of the same year, Taiyi Zhenren received the jade slips from his brothers. Everyone was afraid that he would forget the 500-year retreat of Yuxu Palace disciples because he was too devoted to the disciples.

So, Taiyi Daoist wanted to find Nezha so that she would not have to practice today. The two of them, the master and the apprentice, had a good chat for a while. As soon as they left the house, they saw Nezha holding a green, tender and juicy bamboo shoot being chased all over the mountain by Qing Mo. , Clutching his forehead and pretending not to see anything, he went back into the hole again.

"Nezha, stop and return my tenderest bamboo shoots!" Qing Mo almost cried as he looked at the bamboo shoots that were getting farther and farther away from him.

"No, I want to eat bamboo shoots fried by Master today." Nezha didn't speak too loudly when he spoke.

Because she remembers very clearly that when she was three or four years old, she went to pull Qingmo's bamboo shoots, and when she came back for dinner, she wanted to eat this for a while and that for a while, so she insisted that Master Taiyi prepare a new meal six times.

At that time, after Master Taiyi finished cutting the vegetables for the sixth time, Nezha suddenly changed his mind and said that he wanted to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots, so her amiable and respectable teacher Zunzhen invited her to have a meal of "fried pork with bamboo shoots", and the child I also couldn't eat real fried pork with bamboo shoots for dinner.

Since then, Nezha has learned how to be good. When she is bored, she will not toss anyone else and will not toss Daoist Taiyi again.

Nezha has no taboos and no preferences, except that she occasionally craves bamboo shoots, and whenever she gets hungry, she goes around the small bamboo forest, and Qing Mo stares at the bamboo she is most nervous about, so she picks which one to dig.

So, Nezha, who hadn't been to Xiaozhulin for several months, went today and it was a bumper harvest.

Master Taiyi listened to the commotion outside, and thought to himself that luckily Nezha doesn't have much time to get greedy, otherwise Qingmo's bamboo forest would really be lost.

Nezha flung Qingmo away, and after entering the Golden Cave, she held a bamboo shoot taller than herself and said to Master Taiyi, "Master, bamboo shoot."

No wonder Qing Mo chased you for half a mountain, enough to cook a feast of bamboo shoots.

Master Taiyi muttered in his heart, took the bamboo shoots to the back and cleaned them up. After blanching, he made them into stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, stir-fried bamboo shoots, roasted bamboo shoots in sauce, shredded bamboo shoots, stewed bamboo shoots in oil, shredded bamboo shoots in salad dressing, Another stewed chicken soup with bamboo shoots.

When preparing to serve dinner, Taiyi Daoist said: "Nezha, let's eat bamboo shoots without forgetting the diggers. Go and ask Qing Mo to join us."

"Hey, okay." Looking at the table full of bamboo shoots of different styles, Nezha was very happy, and he agreed very simply, and quickly ran to the small bamboo forest to call Qingmo.

The table was full of bamboo shoots, and the two little guys who were obsessed with bamboo shoots ate very happily.

After eating and drinking enough, Qing Mo was still thinking that there are so many ways to eat bamboo shoots, and every way of eating is delicious.Before leaving, she was still a little reluctant to leave, and finally hugged Nezha and stopped arguing with her when she came to grab bamboo shoots in the future, and then decided to come to the real person to eat food and stepped out of the cave door firmly, deciding to go back and raise more young bamboo shoots.

After washing the bowls and chopsticks, Nezha was about to go out to practice, but Daoist Taiyi called her to stop: "Nezha, I won't practice today."

Nezha asked in confusion, "Why?"

Master Taiyi said: "As a teacher, I will go back to Kunlun Mountain to retreat for ten years."

ten years?

Nezha looked at Daoist Taiyi with pale hair and felt that ten years was too long. He was afraid that his teacher would not be able to resist the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death, so he said, "Ten years, then Nezha will also go to retreat with Master. .”

"Going to retreat as a teacher is just to prolong your life. Nezha, when the teacher is not around, you should also practice diligently," Taiyi Master saw what Nezha was thinking, said kindly, and took it out of his sleeve. A jade bead with a red silk pendant was hung around Nezha's neck, and he squatted down and touched Nezha's head and said, "Good boy, you must not take this bead pendant under any circumstances, do you understand?"

"Master, Nezha doesn't want you to go!" It was rare for Nezha to show some childish expression, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice sounded slightly changed. It seemed to be a little thicker, but it didn't seem to be there.

Intuition made Nezha raise his hand to touch the sapphire bead around his neck, Taiyi Daoist pressed Nezha's hand, squinted his eyes and shook his head, and said with a smile: "Our Nezha grows up to be a man of indomitable spirit, isn't it? "

Nezha knew since she was a child that Daoist Taiyi raised her as a boy, and always told her things like 'Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the wind in the forest' and 'Kill Jie Tianding', so she never regarded herself as a girl. baby.

At this moment, seeing that Master Taiyi acted so cautiously, she turned her head around, opened her mouth and replied crisply: "Nezha will grow up to be the most powerful man!"

Master Taiyi said: "Good boy, practice hard and take good care of Qianyuan Mountain for your teacher."

Nezha clenched his fists and said with certainty: "Nezha is a good man, and he will definitely take good care of the eight hundred miles around Qianyuan Mountain like Master!"

"Remember, Chongyang Moon must never go down the mountain, and you can't trust anyone who approaches you proactively. Besides, your water spells are not proficient enough. You need to work more on this." Master Taiyi stuffed the sapphire beads into Zha hid it in the lapel of his clothes, and after repeatedly instructing Nezha, he pinched his hands before Nezha cried, said, "Let's go for the teacher", and walked away.

Nezha looked at the empty cave for a moment, a large pool of tears hid in her eyes instantly fell, and after a while, she raised her sleeves and wiped her face. Somehow, she grabbed the long gun at her hand and charged. Going out of the cave, pointing a gun at the sky, the immature child's voice resounded over the entire Qianyuan Mountain: "No one should try to control Nezha, Nezha will definitely become the most powerful martial god!"

The seven-year-old child seemed to have grown up suddenly the moment Taiyi Daoist left.

Nezha remembered the words of Master Taiyi firmly. He practiced during the day and practiced at night. He never even visited the small bamboo forest in Qingmo. Mountain, and scattered all the evil spirits who intended to approach Qianyuan Mountain one by one.

From May to August, in just three months, I heard that the evil spirits that Master Taiyi was not in Qianyuan Mountain gathered together, and the evil spirits killed by Nezha were scattered and added up. If there is no one thousand, there are eight hundred, and only then did she know why Master Taiyi insisted on her staying.

The thousand-mile long embankment collapsed in an ant's nest, let alone countless evil spirits came to collide with this barrier in groups.

In September, when the yang energy is the strongest every year, Nezha is much more leisurely, and she rarely sees evil things when patrolling the mountains during the day, so she spends more time staying in the Dongfu library as a bookworm.

Only on the night of the ninth day of the ninth day, the moon in the sky glows red.

Qingmo brought a bowl of bamboo shoot noodle soup to Nezha, and told her, "Seven years ago, the night of the Double Ninth Festival was also a red moon, and the real person brought you back the next day. Since then, Qianyuan Mountain, which has always been quiet, will have a red moon every year on the night of the Double Ninth Festival." Countless evil things come, the redder the moonlight, the stronger the monsters that come to break into the mountain."

Nezha picked up a shredded bamboo shoot and said casually, "It doesn't matter, it will be clean sooner or later." If one comes, she will kill one, as long as it is clean, Qianyuan Mountain will be quiet.

Qing Mo smiled, looking at the pretentious and prudent doll in front of him, "Children have big hearts."

Nezha finished the noodle soup in two or three bites, grabbed the red-tasseled spear on the side and went out, saying flatly, "You can't beat me."

Qing Mo was so choked that he couldn't speak, who made him really unable to beat him?Seeing Nezha's small back that was about to disappear from his sight, he quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed the tortoise shell copper coins of Master Taiyi and followed.

In front of the mountain gate, there was a gust of wind and whistling sounds, and the little man stood upright on the steps holding a long gun against the moonlight, trying to make himself look taller.

Qing Mo fiddled with the seven-star formation with a copper plate, hesitating where to put the tortoise plate, "Nezha, the real person said that your water spells are not mature enough."

"Then practice." Nezha jumped down the steps, took the tortoise shell that Qingmo was hesitating in his hand, and placed it at the closest place to the barrier. "The tortoise shell is the hardest, so it is naturally the first line of defense."

Qing Mo scratched his head and said distressedly: "Even if you practice magic, but there are no rivers and rivers on Qianyuan Mountain to control?"

Nezha scattered the ghosts who were floating over with a single shot, and said with a blank expression, "It takes two hours to go back and forth from Qianyuan Mountain to East China Sea."

Qing Moxin said that the mountain was too scary, so he quickly stopped him: "The real person won't let you go down the mountain."

"Next month." Nezha looked up at the sky, the crescent moon climbed into the middle of the night, and his face emerged from the dark clouds. The color was like a drop of blood dissolved in clear water, and the color was extremely pale. "Qingmo, look What's the state of the moon?"

Qing Mo looked up at the sky, and muttered: "It's strange, the real person is not here, why is the moonlight fading?"

The reason is still the red silk and blue beads on Nezha's neck.

The raw material of the blue bead is Yinyuan stone, a rough stone the size of a carriage can condense such a fingernail-sized bead, and the red thread that wears the bead is also the fetal hair of a boy who gathers three thousand fire lives, making the sky fire into a stream Sheng'er, Daoist Taiyi used some tricks again, so these two treasures, which are considered insignificant to others, are of great use to Nezha.

One hides the body and the other conceals the voice, especially the voice will change with age.

In the past few years, although Master Taiyi disguised Nezha as a boy, he always claimed that he had taken in male apprentices, but without the help of this baby to cover up, Nezha's breath has hardly changed from the day she was born. hiring.

But now with these two seemingly tasteless treasures to hide the original aura, it is natural for people who don't know anything outside to think where the natural devil boy is, and they can't find the aura one by one. Find it wherever you go.

The moon bends to illuminate Kyushu, and illuminates the ancients and the present, but tonight, it is difficult for anyone to count on it to show a clear path for those who are looking for Nezha.

Qing Mo pondered for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason. He scratched his head and said, "Nezha, look at the moonlight. They shouldn't be able to make any waves. Go back and rest."

Nezha pressed the beads around his neck, still a little worried, "Go back first."

Qingmo scratched his head, and was about to go back, when Nezha called him to stop, picked up the copper coins and tortoise shells on the ground, and asked him to take them back to the Golden Light Cave, while he sat in front of the mountain gate all night.

That night, Nezha saw nothing except for the occasional ghosts passing by.

At sunrise, Nezha returned to the Golden Cave, and plunged into the library to search up and down. After searching for a long time, he finally found some clues related to the green pearl on his neck in a dusty miscellaneous book. Only half, the second half was artificially torn out, obviously not wanting people to know the whole story.

Helpless, Nezha can only wait for Taiyi Daoist to come back from retreat and then ask him.

After Double Ninth Day, Nezha was not idle, and concentrated on practicing water spells. In the blink of an eye, twenty days passed, and she practiced a series of spells in the book. to practice.

Once the dog days are over, it will be autumn, but the autumn scenery of Qianyuan Mountain is not bad. The bunches of black and purple grapes are sweet and sour. Put them in the pond behind the cave and soak them in ice water, and they will feel cool when you eat them.

Nezha likes to sit in the sunset with a bowl of iced grapes and enjoy the mountain view while eating.

But this can only be her leisure time after practicing every day.

Nezha remembered Taiyi's words before she left, so as soon as October came, she hurried down the mountain in a cloud and hurried down to the waterway along the East China Sea.

Following the golden sandy beach with silvery waves, after another thirty miles, Nezha climbed over a steep cliff. On the cloud, Nezha saw the shade of green willows below the cliff, and a long river with nine twists and eighteen bends and rolling blue waves.

This is the Jiuwan River on the mouth of the East China Sea.

Seeing this scene, Nezha was very happy in his heart, so he pressed down the cloud head, landed on the rocks, jumped to the river in three or five steps, then formed his handprints, drove a mana into the water, and gathered a water dragon with his mind roll.

Nezha's goal today is to lift this waterspout three hundred feet into the air, and then hit it into the water to see how big a wave it can create.

The waterspout gradually rises, from ten feet to fifty feet, and then to one hundred feet. When it reaches three hundred feet according to Nezha's intention, Nezha looks up and smiles, and the waterspout suddenly loses control. The occasional rather messy rain drenched Nezha into a drenched chicken.

Nezha bowed his head angrily, tore off the Huntian silk from his shoulders, put the treasure into the river as a hand towel, washed it, then dipped it in clean water that did not stain the sand and wrung it dry, wiped his head and face clean, Nezha Throwing the Huntian Ling into the water again, watching it fluctuate with the current in the water, as if dancing, making the whole river surface red, the enchanting figure with the brilliant light makes this scene amazing It looks really good.

Nezha became obsessed for a while, and swung the Huntian Ling from side to side, making it dance like a water snake, but he ignored that the Huntian Ling was a treasure that had the power to move mountains and seas and shake the universe.

The undercurrents at the bottom of the Jiuwan River lead directly to the East China Sea, and Huntianling's playful upturning of the river and sea caused the Sea Dragon Palace to shake and make a chaotic noise.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea was sitting in the Crystal Palace, watching flowers, dancing and listening to music. He was enjoying himself uncomfortably. He was intoxicated by the mermaid singing, when he suddenly heard a discordant vibration. He hurriedly asked his attendants: "The earth dragon hasn't turned over yet, why is the palace shaking all the time? Hurry up and let Xunhai Yasha go to Haikou to find out."

The blue-faced and long-toothed Yasha took the order and rushed to the Jiuwan River, only to see that the river was reddened by a red silk, and the person squatting by the water holding the red silk was a child who seemed to be only six or seven years old.

Nezha was having fun when he suddenly saw blue waves on the water surface, and an ugly red-haired monster holding a big ax came out of it and shouted at her, "Where did you come from? How dare you play tricks and shake the Crystal Palace!" ?”

Nezha tugged at Huntianling, and asked puzzledly, "I'm playing tricks on me, and I never messed with you. How dare you meddle in my business?"

"I am Yacha appointed by the Dragon King to patrol the sea. You disturbed the Crystal Palace and violated my duty. How can you say it is nosy?"

Nezha saw that Yasha was slashing fiercely, and then he dodged, pulled up the Huntian Ling who was still submerged in the water, and tied Yasha to the willow tree beside him.

The force of this pull was quite strong, and the Dragon Palace in the Sea shook again, almost failing to collapse the Crystal Palace.

"Yasha went to investigate, why haven't you come back after a long time?" Dragon King asked the palace servant calmly while maintaining his dignity.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the sea suddenly came to report: "Yasha Li Gen was tied to a willow tree in Haikou with a piece of red silk sash by a child. He was exposed to the scorching sun. The little one didn't know how to rescue him. He came here to report and make a decision with the Dragon King."

The Dragon King was startled and said: "Li Gen is the envoy of the imperial pen of the Lingxiao Palace in my East Sea, and he has some skills, so why did he teach someone to tie him up?" Then he gave an order, "Order a team of dragon soldiers, and I will go and see for myself. Who is so bold."

After finishing speaking, a young boy in white clothes came out from behind the glazed gate and asked softly, "Why is the father so angry?"

"My son," the Dragon King told about Yasha, and got up to change his armor.

Hearing this, the young boy said with a smile: "Father, please calm down. Since the child is not old, it is up to the child to go. Why bother father and Wang to mobilize the crowd."

After all, without waiting for the Dragon King's consent, the young boy immediately stepped on the back of the water-dividing beast that was waiting at any time, turned out of the Crystal Palace, and headed for Jiuwan River.

I saw a little doll with a ponytail squatting next to Yaksha's legs, Yaksha was sitting on the ground, his hands and feet were bound, and his upper body was tied to a willow tree. I don't know what this doll did to make Yaksha cry and laugh profusely. .

The little boy laughed secretly, stepped on the water divider and stepped out of the waves.

Nezha was poking Yaksha's feet to tickle him with two pieces of thatch he picked up at random, when he suddenly heard the sound of waves and felt water splashing on him.

She looked back, and there was a water beast in the river, and on the back of the beast stood a young boy with excellent posture, dressed in spotless white clothes, with a pair of clear and light blue dragon horns on his head, looking very clean, about ten Next year, his appearance is really handsome and good-looking, if not for his young stature and lack of stature, he would really look like a man of heaven.

Nezha, who was younger than the other party, didn't realize that he was just a half-baby at all, secretly poked in his heart to judge others, and then——

He quietly swallowed his saliva.

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The author has something to say:

Nezha: "His dragon horns look good, I think..."

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As a lover of ancient culture, Ming Yue Nu not only memorized the 5000 years up and down, but also repeatedly studied the four major classics, and finally made himself a die-hard fan of Monkey King!

But as a staunch materialist, Mingyuenu never dreamed that he would have a time travel day, let alone that he would travel to the Warring States Period and be forced to live on a deserted island.

Fortunately, as a modern person, Mingyue Nu has a strong ability to accept——

She began to reclaim wasteland with bare hands, and she comforted herself: stay away from human habitation, there will be no war, and the air will be fresh, which is good for health!

When she found the strange boulder, she was calm and composed: Nature is the real artist!Then hide far away to prevent the stone from jumping out of Jia Baoyu in the red building one day.

Until a fluffy little hozen exploded out of the sky, Ming Yuenu nodded in understanding:

"It turned out to be Journey to the West."

So she accelerated the pace of reclamation, building ships, catching the sea, making salt, brewing wine, grafting and cultivating new varieties of existing fruits... She would use her modern knowledge to try to produce for the little monkeys. Try something new.

Later, the little monkey stole her fishing boat, and when he came back, he was omnipotent. He spoke ancient Chinese that she couldn't understand, but he could clearly understand what she wanted to express.

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