Nezha Breeding Manual

Wen Zhong died.

This news, together with the demon spirit who was sent back in advance, flew all over the whole of Haojing in only half a day.

When Ye Wanqiu and the others returned to the capital with the large army, starting from the city gate, the entire capital was full of laughter.According to Jiang Ziya's plan, as long as Wen Zhong died, the Yin and Shang troops would be severely injured, and then it would be the best time to gather the princes to attack Chaoge.

Therefore, after receiving the news from the demon spirit, Jiang Ziya and Mo Yan immediately conveyed the news internally and externally, especially to those princes who were still uncertain whether to follow the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In less than half a month, the tide of public opinion has been fermented. For a while, the eight hundred princes changed their camps one after another and gathered in the Western Zhou Dynasty to worship.

On the day when the city gate was opened, Ye Wanqiu got up very early.She sat alone on the roof, propped her chin on her knees with her hands, and dangled a jug of light jujube wine in the other hand, looking straight at the gate of the city across the deserted Haojing City because it was still early.

At this time, the sky was still a dark blue, with only a few surviving sparse stars hanging on the top of the sky, casting a few arcs of fine and quiet silver light.Slowly, some bud-like morning light began to emerge from the back of Dongfang Mountain, dotted with patches of blooming, but was smeared into a pale and blurred line by the mist left after the heavy rain stagnated in the past few days, only shallowly lying on the ground. On the line of mountains.

The sun has not yet officially risen, and the humid water vapor in the air is still very strong, with a variety of faint flower fragrances blooming in Haojing, which merge into the nasal cavity, blending into a burst of extraordinarily fresh and complex smell, and then it is surrounded by another smell. Completely bury it.

She turned her head and saw Nezha just landed on the other side of the roof, took a few steps closer, and sat beside her: "Why so early?"

"I went to bed early last night." Ye Wanqiu replied casually, without revealing the fact that he was awakened by a series of repeated nightmares, and only asked, "Isn't today the day when Young Master Ji Fa will meet with all the princes?"

Nezha nodded, and also turned his attention to the gate of the city: "When Mo Yan's last news comes back, it's probably time to send troops to Chaoge."

"The last time? Is he going to come to Haojing too?"

"Yes. Now that the eight hundred princes have surrendered to Xiqi, and all the goals of Jiang Taishi's previous plan have been achieved, Chaoge naturally has no value in inquiring."

"That's it."

It seems that the Battle of the Pastures in history and the next Year of All Souls will come soon.Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu was suddenly a little dazed, wondering how long he would last in this state of being trapped in the past time and space.

According to Nezha 3000 years later, she seems to have completely disappeared 1000 years from the modern day she lived in.Could it be that she will stay here for 2000 years?

Such a length of time unit makes one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Then when she goes back... can she go back?

After going back, what will Nezha do?

Since she is destined to disappear after 2000, where will she go when she disappears again?

Also, who was the man in white that you clearly saw when you were at Rulin Pass?

Too many complicated and unsolvable questions were clogged in her mind, tormenting her nerves oppressively, but she couldn't tell anyone yet.Ye Wanqiu rubbed his forehead in boredom, took a sip of the jujube wine in his hand, and unconsciously rubbed the moss on the rubble in front of him with his toes.

Nezha turned his head to look at her, frowning slightly: "What happened?"

"what?"

"You never drink like that."

Ye Wanqiu paused for a few seconds, shaking the hand holding the wooden pot uncomfortably, his eyes were staggered from Nezha, and he only looked at the sky that had gradually become clear: "Oh, this was given to me by Anan a few days ago. I didn’t drink. I woke up too early in the morning and wanted to try if I could drink some wine before falling asleep, but then I came out again watching the sunrise.”

As she spoke, she tapped her finger on the jug.Nezha listened to her words quietly, looking from her hands all the way back to her eyes, and saw that the brown color was being smudged by the rising sun in the sky.The strands of light entwined on her eyelashes like a pool of melted caramel.

They had been together and known each other for too long, so almost at the same time Ye Wanqiu finished speaking, Nezha had clearly realized that she was dealing with him.

This realization made him rather unhappy.So when Ye Wanqiu picked up the wooden pot again, Nezha simply reached out and snatched it away, and his tone was also a bit cold: "It's fine."

Ye Wanqiu blinked slowly, and heard him continue to say expressionlessly: "Don't you also know that today is the day when princes from all over the world come to court?"

She froze for a moment, and after pondering for a while with a serious face, she was a little shaky and wanted to get up, but was steadied by Nezha at the right time: "Where are you going?"

"Go back and seize the time to catch up on sleep and wake up."

"..."

Originally, Ye Wanqiu thought that the strength of light jujube wine was about the same as some ordinary low-alcohol fruit wines in modern society.But I didn't expect that this thing was so powerful, and it even started to feel a little drunk when I walked.

It is true that alcohol messes with the brain.Ye Wanqiu's consciousness was not clear until Nezha put him back on the bed in her own room, and his muddled thoughts were pulled back to the third prince's resurrection birthday ceremony in Yicheng, which was full of crimson phantoms.

The young god who kissed her under the wishing tree covered with blessing belts was so similar to the person in front of him who pulled back the quilt and covered her.

Even more beautiful than in memory.

"Nezha?" she shouted, her voice was as soft as a pile of flower petals, and it suddenly spread in her hearing.

Nezha hummed, took off her shoes and placed them beside the bed. When she looked up at her, she reached out and touched the red lines at the end of her eyes.Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Ye Wanqiu's hand was unbearably warm, touching his cold skin could almost burn him.

With her fingertips touching the fire lotus lines at the end of Nezha's eyes, she stroked and sketched a little bit, and said vaguely: "It's so beautiful."

The color was like the sugar roses she ate as a child.

After finishing speaking, she withdrew her hand and pressed her lips together for a few seconds, her face full of doubts: "Why isn't it sweet?"

Just a little bit, Nezha's hand was able to reach her face, but at this moment he was stopped suddenly, and his whole body was frozen from his fingertips to his breathing.Under the halo, Ye Wanqiu's black is scattered and messy, and his eyes seem to be wrapped in a dream with countless butterflies.He couldn't see clearly, but he felt that he had sunk into it irretrievably, kept falling, and fell into the deep sea.

Just as he was about to lean over to kiss the bright red lips that were occasionally parted to catch his gaze, Nezha suddenly woke up, quickly opened the distance between the two, stood up in a panic, and looked at the person in front of him bewildered.

What was he doing just now?

All of a sudden, countless strange and intense emotions surged up together, twisting into a turbulent vortex and engulfing him.His actions just now were completely out of a subconscious that he couldn't understand himself, it was both uncontrollable and elusive.

It seems to always be like this, what he experienced in the human world, what he saw, what he learned from his master, and what he practiced, as long as he meets Ye Wanqiu, all of them are useless.

Nezha stared at her in silence for a while, then lightly closed his eyelashes, sighed, and silently exited the room.From the routine training in the early morning to sitting at the Baishi banquet, Nezha has always been a little absent-minded and lacking in interest.

When night fell, dozens of witch worshipers wore masks, held tortoise shells and ox bones in their hands, surrounded them in a nested ring, prayed and danced together.The mighty queue started from the main entrance of the palace, walked through every street, and finally came to the center of the open space outside the city of Haojing, where the official completion began.Every commoner in the city of Haojing was allowed to participate in this ceremony with other princes and dignitaries. From the moment the bonfire was lit outside the city, the grand noise was unprecedented.

There were not only human beings present, but also many demon spirits and monsters who had surrendered to Xiqi.They don't understand human etiquette and the meaning of such sacrifices, but that doesn't prevent them from joining in out of curiosity and fun.

Mo Yan retreated from the crowd, and when he turned his head, he saw the young man in red sitting far away on the top of the city wall.

He walked up the city wall along the stone steps, stood not too close to Nezha, and said with a light smile: "In the final analysis, this ceremony is to pray to the gods and gods for blessings and victory. Commander Li does not intend to participate in it." ?”

"Since I was ordered by Master to help Xiqi, I just have to do my part well. After all, this is a war in the world." Nezha said lightly.After Mo Yan finished listening, he smiled and understood the unexplained meaning of Nezha's words.

Between him, Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya, although there is a difference between human beings and gods, there are also distinctions between monarchs and ministers.If he participates in the ceremony as a protoss, everyone has to bow to him.Although he knew that Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya would not worry about anything at all, but Nezha still didn't participate in this kind of human sacrifice activity, just to avoid this delicate situation.

Most importantly, he does not feed on human beliefs, and naturally he does not need to be worshiped by a group of humans at every turn.Everyone wants what they worship, and human belief is a precious and heavy thing, and it is also very troublesome.

After a moment of silence, Mo Yan suddenly asked, "Why don't you see Miss Ye with you today?"

Nezha lowered his gaze, without changing his expression, and simply said: "She is resting."

At noon, Ye Wanqiu woke up for a while, ate something and then fell asleep, while sleeping, he muttered that the light jujube wine was different from what she thought.

Mo Yan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two clusters of golden and bright Samadhi real fire in Nezha's raised hand. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he quickly said goodbye.

The festival outside the city is still going on, and the music and festival dance are getting better and better.Long passages of difficult and mysterious prayers and dance music chants were blown into Nezha's hearing along the wind, and they were so hollow that they dissipated before the waves had time to ripple.

There is only one exception.

That is the prayer of human beings to the fate of heaven:

"If it's not for salvation, where is the chance?"

Nezha was stunned for a moment, and the two clusters of flames suspended in his palm were entangled and separated, and golden flame shadows were reflected in his deep black eyes, as if something was about to break through from behind the black cage.

If not for salvation, then why encounter?

"If it's not destiny, why am I alone?"

If it wasn't destiny, why was it just me?

These words, one word at a time, exhausted what Nezha thought in his heart.

The prayers amidst the light of the fire and the sound of ritual music continued, and the tortoise shells and ox bones were thrown into the fire to be roasted.The masked witch whispered in a low voice, praying for auspicious omen.

"The will of the people is the hope of the general trend.

God bless the world, you have to be partial. "

preference?

Nezha vaguely remembered that when she was five years old, she had told her to herself when she first met Nuwa as an apprentice to Taiyi.Some gods are so dependent on human faith that for them felonies are favourites.

"Since it is inherited from the sky, it cannot return without victory."

The moment Nezha uttered the last sacrificial oration, Nezha finally came to his senses. This was exactly the kind of indescribable feeling he had always had for Ye Wanqiu.

If it is said that favoritism is tabooed by God, then he is riddled with sins.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is fate or fate.

As long as it is her, it must be her.

The moment this idea was clearly formed, Nezha suddenly felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before.The haze that had haunted his thoughts for several years disappeared, leaving only clear eyes.He squeezed his fingers together, and the two clusters of flames immediately withered in his palm like fragile fireworks, leaving only a few shimmering stars flickering and oozing from between his fingers.

He lowered his hands and was about to get up and leave the city wall, but when he turned his head, he saw Ye Wanqiu walking towards him while rubbing his forehead.

She was leaning against the stone wall, she seemed to have just woken up not long ago, and the expression between her brows and eyes was still a bit confused: "I don't believe in Anan's nonsense anymore, and she told me that wine is for children, drink whatever you want. Are all the children of Xiqi from the fighting nation?"

"Better?" Nezha looked at her and asked.

She nodded and looked at the grand occasion outside the city: "Hey. I can just see the end. How many people have they come?"

"Almost all the representatives of the vassal states have come."

"That is to say, troops will be dispatched to Chaoge soon?"

"Ah."

Ye Wanqiu recalled the records in human history, and found that it was indeed the time to destroy Shang and build Zhou.

Seeing that she just nodded, as if she was thinking about something, and said nothing, Nezha suddenly asked: "After this is over, what are your plans?"

"Plans?" Ye Wanqiu repeated, this question was really not within her scope of consideration recently, so she asked, "No plans. What about you?"

"I want to go back to Qishan."

"Qishan? That's where your parents live in seclusion. Do you want to go back and see them?"

"Well. By the way..." Nezha looked down at the other party's left hand, which was covering the scar with an armband, casually resting on the side of the stone wall, and was particularly slender and lonely against the white sleeves hanging down to the elbow.

"By the way, I also have something very important to tell them."

Ye Wanqiu blinked, remembering that the other party will enter the God Realm after the Battle of the Conferred Gods, and he probably won't be able to meet his parents and two elder brothers in the future, so he nodded understandingly: "It's time to go back, then you go .”

Nezha was silent for a moment, looked up into her eyes, and said in a light and fast tone like a feather falling into the river, "I want to take you back together."

"Okay."

Ye Wanqiu agreed without even thinking about it, which made Nezha a little stunned, "You agreed?"

"I agreed." She replied without changing her attitude, "I have no arrangements anyway."

He stared at Ye Wanqiu, as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent all the time, only after a while, he suddenly sighed, nodded slightly and said: "Okay."

……

In the spring of the fourth year of King Wu's accession to the throne, all the princes turned to Zhou. Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya decided that the time had come, and gathered 5 horses and horses across the Yellow River.

Unlike the rigorously trained Xiqi army, most of the 70 people in the Yin and Shang Dynasties were temporarily armed slaves and captives captured from the Dongyi War, and their combat capabilities were quite weak.Therefore, compared to the huge disparity in military strength, Daji and the ancient monsters are the most threatening, and then there are other scattered monsters.

At this time, Muye has completely reduced to hell on earth, the sky is as dark as the earth, and all the light is isolated from the thick and rippling monster fog and smoke, so low that it seems to collapse at any time.Humans, monsters, and gods all gather here.Demons devour humans and kill their own kind.Human beings who are hostile to each other kill each other, and some have just escaped from the opponent's sword, and are torn to pieces by the dormant demon spirits in a blink of an eye.

The bright red human blood and the green demon blood blended on the ground, forming countless mottled and blackened marks.The broken iron/spear pierced obliquely into the mud, with a dilapidated bandage tied to one end, and beside it were many human corpses that had been torn to the point that the original appearance could not be seen clearly.

Ye Wanqiu's eyes only stayed on the ground for a few seconds before quickly moving away. Although Nezha was by her side, she could barely smell the disgusting bloody smell, but her hearing and vision were still the same. Can't close.

When Zhu Huai appeared, Nezha subconsciously protected Ye Wanqiu behind him.The young man's thin and slender figure was against the light, and the translucent red lotus melted on his shoulders, drawing a flame-colored halo for him.

Seeing the huge red-eyed monster moving slowly like a hill in front of him, Ye Wanqiu couldn't help but clenched Xue Yan tightly in his hand: "Which one is more difficult to deal with, Zhu Huai or Jiu Ying?"

"It's hard to deal with." Nezha replied, frowning, "Remember not to confront Zhu Huai head-on."

"it is good."

Perhaps it was because gods and demons were born with the ability to identify each other repellently, Zhu Huai directly focused his attention on Nezha not long after he appeared.

The gust of wind cleaves a path of blood from the ground full of human beings with the crushed stones, and countless cracks appear from under Zhu Huai's feet, burying all the surrounding human beings who have no time to escape.

Nezha grasped the circle of heaven and earth tightly, and flew towards the monster at an extremely fast speed. The golden ring was released first and struck between Zhu Huai's eyebrows.Taking advantage of his body swaying slightly and shaking his head, Nezha lowered his height, summoned a purple flame spear and stabbed straight at his throat, and was intercepted by a magic shield behind him as expected.

Seeing that Nezha and Zhu Huai were in a stalemate, no one could do anything to the other for a while, Daji, who got the chance, immediately rushed out from behind Zhu Huai.The moment the shadow fell, Nezha immediately pressed down the Ziyan pointed gun and raised the end of the gun/body.Ye Wanqiu saw the right time and jumped up from behind Nezha, lightly stepped on the end of the Ziyan spear and used his strength to move forward, and slashed at the unprepared Daji to force her back, and immediately stabbed the point of the knife downwards towards everyone. Wai's head.

The furious monster roared, and the powerful monster force immediately swept away, crushing all the surrounding humans and scattered monsters to the ground.

Ye Wanqiu swayed, and jumped into the air to avoid Daji's counterattack.Concerned about her safety, Nezha had no choice but to give up attacking Zhu Huai directly, only to trap it to death in place by tricks and tricks.Ye Wanqiu quickly discovered this, and immediately pushed Daji back out of Zhu Huai's protection range.

The tail of the nine-tailed demon fox can easily break through the divine light of some ordinary gods, but when it hit Ye Wanqiu, it didn't have any effect on the layer of crystallization on her body.Daji stared at the white-clothed girl in front of her with a venomous gaze, almost resentful anger filled every crevice of her beautiful face: "What the hell are you!"

Ye Wanqiu pressed hard to break through the fox shadow in front of him who was blocking the interference, Xue Yan's blade cut through Daji's left face and neck neatly with a cold light: "I am your Empress Shiji!"

Daji wiped the blood on her cheeks, immediately screamed as if she had gone crazy, and turned into a prototype of a demon fox, biting at Ye Wanqiu.

really.While blocking Daji's attack with snow flames, Ye Wanqiu sighed secretly, disfigurement is always the explosive point of female creatures.

After several fights, Ye Wanqiu's body was not damaged except for his clothes being torn, but Daji was already covered with scars.She was already on the verge of a catastrophe, and Nezha chopped off a fox's tail before, and her demon power was weakened a lot in the human world, and her vitality was already depleted.

After releasing a puff of fascinated smoke, Daji retreated quickly, and fled the battlefield with King Zhou, who was forced to retreat by Ji Fa.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the fleeing figure, cursed secretly, turned back to Nezha who had just retreated behind her and said, "Daji ran away with King Zhou, I will go after them."

If the historical records are correct, they should have fled to Lutai.

Nezha glanced at her very quickly, and instinctively wanted to object, but because he couldn't kill Zhu Huai for a while, he could only take off the Huntian Ling and hand it to her: "Be careful, go back quickly."

"You too."

After finishing speaking, she circled Huntianling around her body, and chased in the direction where Daji disappeared.

The author has something to say: slow down for a while, and no longer apply for any list and exposure rate for this article, and give up struggling.

The main reason is that my coding speed is too slow, and it takes a long time to write a chapter, which is especially bad for my eyes, so my eyes are not very good now.After much deliberation, I feel that this article is already so cool anyway, but the eyes are more important.

But still the same sentence, the hole must be filled.