Nezha Breeding Manual

No one knew how the missing Xuanyuan Arrow was placed in the quiver, but when they came to the attic on the top floor of the armory, they could see that it was there, Fangfo had never been seen by anyone. It seems to have moved.

"This..." The servant at the side was completely stunned looking at the quiver in front of him, and said after a long while, "Reporting to the master, the servants did notice that one of Xuanyuan's arrows was missing just now, this...now..."

Li Jing looked at the two intact arrows, then turned his head to look at Nezha who had been squatting under the window sill when he came in, slightly frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Nezha put the things in his hands into his sleeves calmly, stood up again, turned to the majestic man in soft armor, and replied with his usual expression: "It's nothing."

"Since you haven't lost it, let's check it up and down here again."

"Yes."

After leaving the arsenal, Nezha stood silently for a while in the clearing that had already completely dawned. His eyes passed over the shade of trees and flowers that gradually brightened in the morning light, and he turned and walked towards the south corner of the courtyard where the maids and servants usually gather. go.

There were quite a few servants who hurriedly stopped to salute when they met him, but they didn't see Ye Wanqiu.He called to a maid next to him who was carrying a pruned flower pot and was about to send it elsewhere: "Where is the new maid?"

When the maid was called by him, she almost didn't hold the things in her hands, after she stabilized her figure, she raised her elbow towards the corner and said: "Back to the third son, Wan Qiu is embroidering with a few other maids at the old banyan tree. "

Nezha hummed, followed her words, walked around the corner, and looked under the big green tree that almost covered half of it. Sure enough, he saw Ye Banqiu teaching a few girls sitting around how to use the flexible bamboo. The piece can be made into a simple hand stretch, so as to fix the embroidered cloth for embroidery.

Seeing him coming, everyone put down their work and saluted respectfully: "I have seen the third son."

There are five or six domestic servants and maids of men and women in the south corner, only Ye Wanqiu looked up at Nezha.

Her eyes have a kind of clarity that is incompatible with other people here. Even when Nezha's eyes meet her, instead of flinching, she will pull away a soft smile, which makes Nezha a little stunned, and then wrinkles He raised his eyebrows and stared at each other strangely.

Everyone knows that the third young master of the General Military Mansion of Chentangguan is a fairy descended from a fairy who is born with abnormalities and ordinary people can't get close to him.The people around him have mixed respect and fear for him, thinking that this is a good omen for God to bless Chen Tangguan, but they are also afraid of his divine power that will burn mortals and demons indiscriminately.

He has been able to remember things and speak since he was born, and he can know etiquette and distinguish good from evil without being taught.But in the six years in the world, except for his mother, Mrs. Yin, no one has ever smiled at him, and Ye Wanqiu is the first one.

"Is the third son okay?" She asked with a brisk tone.

"You come." Nezha collected his expression, said briefly to Ye Wanqiu, turned around and left.

Ye Wanqiu looked at his back in surprise, whispered to the maids next to him, "I'll be back in a while", and hurriedly followed.The two walked one after the other to a secluded green forest where there was no one there. He suddenly stopped, looked at her and said, "Turn around."

She froze for a moment, did as he said, and turned her head again: "What's wrong?"

"Where's your hairpin?" Nezha raised his brows slightly.

Ye Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat when he was asked, and she subconsciously reached out to touch her long hair, which was simply tied up with a fine cloth rope. The lie that had already jumped to her lips was rejected after she noticed the subtle look on his face. All I could say was, "It's gone, I don't know where it went."

"Did it fall?" Nezha repeated, taking out the very ordinary wooden hairpin from his cuff, with sharp eyes, "Is this yours?"

I thought that Ye Wanqiu would immediately become flustered when she saw this hairpin, but unexpectedly, she just pursed her lips and asked: "If I say no, will the third son believe it?"

Nezha's face froze for a moment, she didn't expect the other party to say that, and then she heard her admit it straightforwardly: "It's mine."

"You went to the top floor of the armory, how did you get there?"

Ye Wanqiu hesitated for less than half a second, exhaled slowly, and started talking nonsense without blinking: "Xuanyuanjian brought me up."

After hearing her answer, Nezha was at a loss for a moment, and a soft and childish look that matched his appearance appeared on his face, which seemed kind of ignorant and cute.But soon, he frowned again, and looked at the girl in front of him suspiciously: "Then how did you get the Xuanyuan Arrow?"

"I didn't get it, it came to me and almost shot me." Ye Wanqiu replied.After realizing that Nezha's face changed slightly because of her words, she suddenly wanted to tease the other party, so she went on to say solemnly: "Speaking of which, this Xuanyuan Arrow is really a magic weapon. It even flew out , to be able to bring people back by himself. Third son, don’t you think so?”

Her words made the boy's amber eyes slightly uncomfortable, but he didn't answer, as if he was thinking about whether what she said was true or not.Ye Wanqiu looked at Nezha's serious look, and couldn't help but recall the first time he saw him, and suddenly had a very subtle feeling, as if they were all living in a circle, always chasing each other.

In the end, Nezha threw the wooden hairpin back into her hand with the Huntian Ling, and there was not much emotion on his raised face, only a thin light like a cicada's wing just reflected on his dark pupils, and his tone was cold Said to her: "You go."

Ye Wanqiu stayed where he was for a while, bowed and left.

From here, you need to go through the armory to return to the west courtyard.When Nezha walked to the opposite side of the armory, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the tall and fortified tower.When he drew the Xuanyuan bow on the top floor of the attic that day, he never thought about where the arrow would fly, and naturally he didn't deliberately choose the direction.

But why did that arrow find Ye Wanqiu?

This question has been bothering him, making him unconsciously pay attention to this new maid.She is very good at embroidery, even the best embroidery shop in the city can't compare. Mrs. Yin is very satisfied with her and decides to let her stay in the General Military Mansion forever.

But Nezha always felt that Ye Wanqiu gave him a strange feeling that he couldn't explain. Compared with many people he had met in Chentangguan and Chaoge, the indescribable subtlety of her made him feel that she was more like coming from other races.

For example, gods and immortals who are not affected by his divine power because of the same origin as him.

Thinking of this, Nezha seemed to understand a little bit.It was Ye Wanqiu's overly natural attitude towards him that made him think she was a little weird.Sometimes he doubted whether Ye Wanqiu knew how dangerous it was for an ordinary person to get close to him, and he might die if he was not careful.

But the fact is that when Nezha once reminded the other party about this matter in a tone of indifference, she also answered him in a calm and indifferent manner, and she knew it.

Coupled with her words and deeds, even if it is understood as "knowing but not caring", it is not an exaggeration.

What a weird person, isn't she afraid of death?

Maybe it was because he knew that he didn't like being followed, so Ye Wanqiu didn't spend much time in front of him.But if there is anything I want to find her, she will be there immediately.

Unlike other people who sleep all night, Nezha needs relatively less sleep time, so he often leaves the General Military Mansion in the middle of the night to go to other places.

Sitting alone on the top of Cuiping Mountain, he has watched the sun rise hundreds of times, and he has also seen Chentang at night hundreds of times.For him, this is already a habit, no matter whether it is withdrawn or isolated, it has always existed since he was born, it doesn't matter whether it is good or not, anyway, it can't be changed.

Therefore, regarding the rule that domestic servants and maids need to take turns to stay outside each master's bedroom on duty at night, Nezha never let people come to him, unless Mrs. Yin is worried that he will be alone, and sometimes arranges people to guard outside.

Ye Wanqiu was not the first maid on duty at night on the covered bridge where he lived in the west courtyard, but she was the first to sleep so deeply, as if she was in her own home, and she didn't even notice that Nezha approached her.

If it was someone else, and suddenly saw himself sitting next to him when he woke up from the cold at night, he would probably be so frightened that he would turn over and roll to the bottom of the stone steps.But when she woke up in the middle of the night in a sleepy state and saw Nezha sitting on the other side of the wooden bench on the covered bridge with a distance from her, she just rubbed her eyes and wrapped the quilt tighter, and asked, "Are you also frozen?" woke up?"

Nezha tilted his head to look at her, his face was blurry in the scattered moonlight and shadows, and it was difficult to distinguish his expression: "Do you see who I am?"

"I see clearly." She replied in a daze, her voice was soft and waxy, "Aren't you still Nezha, just a little smaller."

Nezha was taken aback, "Are you awake?"

"Back to the third son, there really isn't one." Ye Wanqiu was still in the maid's clothes she wore during the day, with a thin quilt tightly wrapped around her body, sitting cross-legged, with her face propped on her hands, her eyes barely closed, "So you should go back to sleep quickly, children grow up at night, be careful if you stay up too late, you will be stunted and grow taller."

Nezha, "..."

Just as he was about to say something, he found that the other party had almost fallen asleep in this difficult position, but was awakened by a gust of cold wind after a while, shrinking into the quilt, like a fluffy mushroom: "It's so cold. I used to Why don't you think it's so cold here?"

"Have you been to Chentangguan before?" He caught the information in the other party's words and asked.

The other party replied in a daze: "It doesn't count. You say it is."

Nezha pursed his lips, walked into the room and took out a thick cloak and threw it on Ye Wanqiu: "Cover it."

Ye Wanqiu was hit by the bunch of clothes with a light lotus fragrance, groped for a while and grabbed it in his hands, and looked at the other party in a daze: "Thank you, Third Young Master." She looked down at the cloak, was silent for a while, and then laughed again.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

"This cape is as small as you, so cute."

"..."

"It's like the one used by the kids across the door from my house."

"..."

"He was less than five years old when I left, and he would giggle and drool whenever he saw people."

Nezha clicked his tongue and stared at the other party with his beautiful eyes: "If you say anything more, give it back to me."

Ye Wanqiu hurriedly stuffed the cloak into the quilt: "Don't return it! You can still block the wind even if you are young."

After finishing speaking, she lay back on the wide wooden stool and curled up into a cocoon: "Good night, third son."

From that day on, Ye Wanqiu came to the west courtyard to watch night more and more.Nezha was a little puzzled: "You like sleeping in the corridor so much?"

Obviously in a low room you don't have to be blown by the wind.

But Ye Wanqiu's answer was: "Fresh air can prolong life."

You must know that sleeping with so many humans in a low room with the windows closed, the smell can be so strong that it can wake up Ye Banqiu in the middle of the night, and choke tears until dawn.It's better to fall asleep in the corridor, it's just right to sleep when the weather is hot, but it's just right when it's cold...

Recently, she is planning to save up some embroidery and go to Chengnan Street to exchange for some thick quilt materials that can be used for winter.

Ye Wanqiu, who was preoccupied with planning how many more embroidery samples he would need in exchange for enough of what he wanted, didn't notice how weird Nezha's expression was after hearing what he said.

He found that Ye Wanqiu was easy to understand sometimes, but sometimes he couldn't understand it at all.Just like the flowers floating on the water in front of you, there is also a layer of gray shadows when the sky is not yet clear.When I got closer, I found that the flower was just a shadow, and I couldn't see where the real reality was.

A colorful sparrow skimmed across the water, crumpling the reflections on the lake.Nezha looked up following its figure, and saw that it quickly disappeared into the warm golden light that was about to erupt from the east.

Daoist Taiyi, who was contemplating, noticed his distraction, opened his eyelashes slightly, swept the dust away, stretched out his hand to twist his snow-white beard, and looked at the boy in front of him: "Nezha, you have been restless these days, but What are you thinking about?"

Nezha withdrew his gaze and sat in front of the master, but said out of nowhere: "Can fresh air really prolong life, Master?"

Daoist Taiyi paused while twisting his beard, and then replied: "Yes. The closer the gods are to the spiritual energy, the easier it is to improve, and the closer they are to the magic energy, the easier it is to go astray. But mortals are simple, they come from nature. , Just go to the natural place for a walk.”

After finishing speaking, he stood up: "Okay, this is the end of today's morning training. You remember to practice the spells I handed over to you."

"I obey." Nezha raised his hand in salute.

In the blink of an eye, Master Taiyi disappeared in place in a wisp of white smoke.When the morning light was pouring down, Nezha was the only one left in the middle of the lotus pond in the courtyard.

When he returned to the General Military Mansion, only the servants who got up early were active one after another, and the whole Chentang Pass was still very quiet.Knowing that apart from Ye Wanqiu and his mother, basically no one would come to his west courtyard, Nezha simply practiced the teleportation technique given to him by Daoist Taiyi two days ago.

It has never been a difficult task for him to be familiar with these spells. When he had practiced almost in the past, it was time for him to see Mrs. Yin now.But today, Nezha just sat on the roof of the roof after practice, staring at the empty courtyard in a daze.

Huntian Ling wrapped around his arms and came in front of him, the silk tip as soft as a cloud gently brushed between his brows.Nezha reached out and slapped it away: "Don't make trouble."

The red silk wrapped around his neck to tease him, and Nezha was a little annoyed by it, so he simply grabbed it and tied it to the carving beside him, closed his eyes and jumped down.

This is his usual way.When he was in a bad mood, he let himself jump down from a high place in a way that seemed no different from suicide. The moment the wind swept through his body, it seemed that he could take away his depressed emotions.

Anyway, he will always be safe and sound, and he doesn't care much about the method.

But this scene completely changed in the eyes of Ye Wanqiu who just walked over with breakfast.

She watched Nezha fall from the three-storey roof. His amaranth robe was filled with the morning breeze, like the spread wings of a cardinal, brushing against the first-born sunlight in the sky, but instead of soaring into the sky, he flew straight Fall down.

This scene stimulated her memory, reminding her of how she and Nezha were separated that day in Hades.The same is true for the boy wrapped in red silk, falling together with her at an insurmountable distance.

All the things in her hands fell out and shattered.

After hearing the voice, Nezha turned his head casually, and through the black hair blown tousled by the wind, he saw Ye Wanqiu running towards him almost desperately.

In the next second, he felt himself falling into a warm embrace that still smelled like a delicious pastry.This feeling was completely foreign to him, because not even his mother had hugged him, no one would dare.So when Ye Wanqiu shivered and hugged him tightly, Nezha was completely stunned for a while, unable to react at all what happened.

The countless brilliant lights within sight and her pitch-black hair intertwined, giving Nezha the illusion of seeing the midnight sun.The faint pleasant smell on her body, the gentle warmth of a human embrace, all turned into a reality that was so fresh that it was almost hot, surrounding him.

Immediately afterwards, the rational and instinctive resistance of returning to the cage immediately revived sharply like a needle prick. This feeling was too abrupt, like a flood breaking through the frozen embankment in an instant, and even brought pain that could not be ignored.

All human beings who touch themselves will suffer and die.

This cognition forced Nezha to push Ye Wanqiu away reflexively, and stood up, only to find that his hands were shaking almost as much as the other's.

The two yelled at each other together, one was frightened and the other cried: "What are you doing?!"

Seeing Ye Wanqiu knelt on the ground trembling and crying uncontrollably, he thought that she, like the maid who accidentally bumped into him before, was tortured like this by those huge pains like burning her body.Just when she was about to raise her hand and cast a spell to protect the other person's heart veins to help her relieve the pain, she suddenly hugged her again, and transparent tears dripped on Nezha's face and clothes.

As a result, the golden-red light that had been condensed just now collapsed like fireworks in Nezha's hands.

He had never cried, nor had he experienced what those so-called tears felt to the touch, but he had only imagined that it might be similar to cold water being poured on his hands.

But now Nezha realizes that his previous thinking was wrong.

Tears are not cold at all, but very hot.

The water droplets are obviously harmless, but when they land on the skin, they are more scorching than flames.

Ye Wanqiu pinched Nezha who stood there dumbfounded and shouted at him: "What are you doing?! Why did you jump down like this?!"

He looked at the girl in front of him so blankly that he almost couldn't hear what she was shouting at him, but what he saw most clearly were the tears that kept pouring out of her eyes.

At this time, Huntian Ling, who finally untied the complicated knots on her body, nimbly ran down from the upper reaches of the eaves.A thin layer of crimson and gold-patterned gauze fell silently and covered the two of them, reflecting the sky that had just lit up above their heads like a golden and red intertwined sunset.

Nezha raised his hand, like when he was born six years ago when he was born from the lotus-wrapped womb, he stretched out his hand to touch the people around him, and carefully wiped away the tears on her face.He stared blankly at the crystal clear drops of water on his fingertips, and when he crushed them in his hand, there was only a shallow water stain left, which he couldn't find again.

"You..." He stared blankly at the other party, "Aren't you in pain?"

His words brought Ye Wanqiu back to his senses, let go of him, and looked down at his hand, only feeling the slight touch of tears dripping on his palm.Other than that, nothing else.

"I...I don't feel it." She said, looking as dazed as Nezha.But soon, she frowned slightly again, thinking whether it was because she was not a human being that she didn't...

Before she could finish thinking, Ye Wanqiu suddenly felt a faint warmth on her face.She blinked, and the remaining tears flowed down her face and shattered on Nezha's hands.

His body temperature now is actually the same as that of a normal person, instead of being as cold as jade forever like 3000 years later.

She stretched out her hand to grab the other's hand, and found that a thin layer of callus had formed in his small white palm.

Before she could say anything, there was another sound of bronze vessels falling to the ground.

Ye Wanqiu turned her head and saw Mrs. Yin, who couldn't wait for Nezha, so she just came to see in person, and a few accompanying maids were standing not far away and looking at them, the expressions on their faces were so surprised that they couldn't believe it.

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