Nezha Breeding Manual

Let me tell you something that the older generations firmly believe in:

In [-] AD, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the entire land of China was in chaos and turmoil.

After the fall of Suicheng, Ye Chuwen and his parents reluctantly abandoned the embroidery shop handed down by their ancestors and fled overnight. After wandering for several months, they finally came to a dilapidated temple in Cuiping Mountain in Yicheng.

The temple is so dusty and battered that it only takes a single rainstorm to overwhelm it.

At that time, Ye's father was exhausted due to fatigue, and his old illness broke out, and there was no doctor to find.Ye Mu washed her face with tears every day, crying and begging to the cracked and mottled statue in the temple, praying to all the gods to save them.

Ye Chuwen was good at embroidery since he was a child, and he learned some superficial medical principles from the old Chinese medicine doctor next door, and collected herbs everywhere to relieve his father's illness.

One night when Ye's father was dying of serious illness, Ye Chuwen didn't fall asleep until midnight in a trance.In a hazy state of consciousness, he seemed to see a young man with a fluttering ribbon sitting on the altar.

There is no color, no face, only the voice, which is cold and misty, with a kind of lonely coolness, like a wind and snow in the hall, without the slightest smoke and fire.

"The embroidery is good. Can you embroider lotus?"

Ye Chuwen didn't know what he was, but he could only nod in confusion: "Yes."

"it is good."

When he woke up, he kowtowed three times in cold sweat, looking at the god statue on the altar that had been so damaged that his face could not be seen clearly.

In the next few days, Ye Chuwen did nothing but embroider lotus flowers all day and all night.There are dozens of red, white, pink, and eloquent pieces.Some are budding, some are graceful, or are swaying in the rain, and each one is extremely beautiful, each with its own merits, almost exhausting all his craftsmanship.

The mantras engraved on the back of the statues have been worn away by wind, frost and rain.Ye Chuwen knelt on the ground, recognized the past word by word, prayed sincerely and desperately, placed all the lotus embroidered statues at the feet of the god statue, kowtowed to the forehead bleeding.

He dreamed of that young man again, who still had no appearance, only his voice, sitting motionless on the altar, not accepting those lotus embroidered statues, just looked at it in silence for a moment, and said lightly:

"A rare resemblance."

Ye Chuwen couldn't understand what the young man was saying, so he kept begging him to save his father and save them.

The dream collapsed, and they were still hiding in this dilapidated temple. The exquisite and vivid lotus embroidered statues were spread out at the feet of the gods intact, and there were not many of them.

Two days later, Ye's father's condition began to gradually improve miraculously, and the family was able to go down the mountain smoothly and settled in Yicheng ever since.

The Ye family is the top embroiderers in Suicheng. After they fled and came to Yicheng, they brought their embroidery techniques with them. They reopened the Ye family embroidery shop and still focus on all kinds of exquisite embroidery.

In the second year of the Republic of China, the Ye family fully invested and called all the craftsmen in Yicheng to completely renovate the Cuiping Mountain Temple and reshape the golden statue of the god.For a while, this Zhongtan Marshal's Mansion became the most incense-filled temple in Yicheng and even the entire southwest region.

In [-]/[-]/[-], the temple was destroyed by war again, and the residents of Yicheng fled in large numbers.

In [-], after many researches by believers in the world, it was confirmed that the Yicheng Temple was the ancestral temple dedicated to the God of the Three Princes. Gu gathered the folk forces to rebuild, expand and renovate the temple again, and renamed it "Nezha Palace", which has continued to this day .

As more and more believers came to pay homage to the third prince, this miracle became one of the well-known legends in Yicheng.

Whether it is true or not is impossible to verify.

But one thing is true,

Ye's embroidery shop is really good at embroidering lotus flowers.

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For Shao Lan, Nezha is her savior, her master, the only boss she trusts and obeys in the God Realm, and also a fan she will never understand.

For example, she doesn't understand why Nezha, as a god who doesn't need human belief at all, cares so much about the safety and security of the world, even to the point where he doesn't care about the cost and effort.

But he didn't care about all the mistakes about his real deeds in the folklore, and even the countless fabrications about his image, and he didn't even bother to reason about it.

For example, she doesn't understand that Nezha is the commander of the Heavenly Army who holds the military power, but there is no fairy servant in Sanfeng Palace. He does everything by himself and never lets other fairies in.Even all the things placed inside must always be that way, without any deviation.

It was as if, morbidly maintaining some traces that others could not see.

For example, she didn't understand why Nezha only saved herself when there were so many little demons who were imprisoned and tortured like her back then.

She never thought that Nezha was a god with superfluous kindness and compassion, but she really couldn't figure it out, but she didn't dare to ask him directly, so she could only ask the envoy Ajun.

Ah Jun squinted his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then replied, "Probably because you were wearing white that day."

Shao Lan froze for a moment, then repeated blankly: "White?"

She smiled vainly, looking extremely unreal, and then said to Shao Lan: "But you should wear it less in the future, after all, the temper of our third prince has always been very strange. You just need to do it well." Just let him explain your affairs, and don't inquire too much about other things, he doesn't like subordinates who are too curious."

"Shao Lan understands, thank you for the reminder, Arjun."

After speaking, Shao Lan turned and left.

Ah Jun looked at her back and gave an oh as if she had realized something.

She also discovered that Shao Lan and Ye Wanqiu do have eight points of resemblance in terms of back view alone.

But that's about it.

The lotus incarnation endowed Nezha with the ability to never be confused by illusions and illusions, but it also imprisoned him forever in the pain of extreme sobriety.

Thousands of years flowed through his bones, taking away all his vitality.

Only those despairs that were so deep that they were already numb continued to grow from the apex of his battered heart, slowly devouring all the emotions that were still warm, and entwined into a shimmering dry bone.

The bright red clothes are still there, except for the young man who saw him for the first time.

He finally became the aloof and unparalleled third prince of the red lotus, sitting on the altar and staring at all living beings, his eyes watching all living beings seemed to be looking at the dust, unmoved by sorrow or joy.

During the long time that was almost stagnant for thousands of years, Nezha also suspected that maybe the person he was waiting for would never come back.

But he dared not wait.

He was afraid that Ye Wanqiu would not be able to find his way back when he suddenly woke up in a certain place one day.

It's just that he never expected that she would reappear in such a form.

Looking back now, Nezha can no longer remember what he was doing that day.

Maybe he was staring at the lotus pond in a daze, maybe he was staring at the many handwritings of Xue Yan and Ye Wanqiu.The time when she was away was always vague and chaotic, and there was nothing worth remembering, so Nezha really couldn't remember it.

But he remembered that the cry with Ye Wanqiu's name suddenly broke into his hearing when he was about to fall asleep.So much so that for a moment, Nezha felt that he was hallucinating.

But that voice continued intermittently, with a hoarse cry, begging Nezha to save her daughter.

Nezha has never cared about these things. The life and death of a certain human being is really not something worthy of his attention, even if she is his believer.

Anyway, that's not what he wanted.

But the name made him unable to ignore it.

After a few seconds of silence, Nezha sighed softly, twirled the prayer with his fingertips and waved it away. He saw a human woman who was drenched by the heavy rain kneeling in front of his idol, kowtowing and praying, repeating over and over again. There is only one sentence:

"I beg the third prince, save my daughter Ye Wanqiu, I beg the third prince..."

She seemed to be extremely tired, and every time she kowtowed and prayed, her breath would become weaker.

Nezha lowered his eyelashes halfway, and glanced over her distressed appearance, and his eyes fell on the silk cloth embroidered with lotus flowers.

This person's embroidery method, as well as the handling of some details, are very similar to Ye Wanqiu's habits.

This recognition gave Nezha a very fragile hope.

But when he saw that the Ye Wanqiu she was talking about was only a four-year-old child, the faint light in Nezha's eyes was completely extinguished.

He closed his eyelashes, ready to turn and leave.

However, just when he was about to make a move, the girl lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head in Nezha's direction with difficulty, and shouted childishly: "Lotus."

Nezha paused, and looked sideways into the girl's beautiful eyes, which were a little distracted due to the torture of the illness. They were filled with shallow sunlight, like two amber stones that had been polished off, reflecting his own self. figure.

It's so strange, since he cast a spell, ordinary humans can't see him at all.

"Lotus...scent..." She murmured vaguely, although the facial features were immature, they were somewhat similar to the Ye Wanqiu he was looking for, especially when she frowned.

For a moment, Nezha thought of the word reincarnation, but he quickly denied it.

After all, it is impossible for any reincarnation to bypass the underworld, and it is impossible for the underworld to not tell Nezha after discovering Ye Wanqiu.

He stood by the window, looking at the dying girl, his ink pupils had been calm for thousands of years, but at this moment, a faint ripple appeared, and the hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

Ye Zhilan, whose face was full of tears, held her hand tightly, carefully holding it in his palm: "Wan Qiu wants to see the lotus, doesn't it? Mom will find it for you, and mom will find it for you."

Saying that, Ye Zhilan staggered and left the room, leaving Ye Wanqiu alone on the bed.

Nezha walked into her, but the golden river of light was still flowing straight on the ground, as if he was just a transparent ghost, unable to be touched or felt by anything.

Those bright rays of light climbed up along the edge of the bed, holding Ye Wanqiu's pale fingertips with slight warmth.

"Can you see me?" he asked.

Ye Wanqiu nodded feebly, his eyes became more hollow and dim, almost talking to himself: "You smell so good."

"Like... a lotus flower."

"Winter... the lotus of the sky."

This sentence was very light, and it withered almost as soon as it fell into the air, but Nezha was taken aback, and subconsciously answered her with the same words he said 3000 years ago: "There are no lotus flowers in winter. "

"I know..." She slowly closed her eyes, her voice was weak, and every word and every word of the past was completely reproduced in front of Nezha, "But... you, you smell like this..."

The moment the last syllable faded away, Nezha stared at her lifeless face and was stunned for a moment, feeling that all this was more illusory and absurd than hallucinations.

He thought that he would not be so quick to believe that this was the person he was looking for. After all, he had been disappointed too many times in the past thousand years.No matter how ardent his hope was, it was consumed and turned into a dormant fire, which was frozen and buried together with his only remaining youthful tenderness.

But the fact is that at the moment when the girl uttered the last words, the heartbeat and feelings that had withered for thousands of years were quickly revived, and even the time flowed back to Chentangguan 3000 years ago.

Back to the moment when he jumped down from the roof and was hugged tightly by Ye Wanqiu.

He still can't help it.

The thought of her has long been engraved in his bones, and every stroke is declaring that his illness is terminal.Even if he knew that he might be disappointed again, he still couldn't refuse anything related to Ye Wanqiu.

Nezha picked her up subconsciously, feeling stiff and uncomfortable. After all, this movement was too unfamiliar to him, and it seemed like a lifetime since he reached out to hug her last time.

He forced himself to let go of his strength, and the girl in his arms still had her eyes closed, shrouded in sunlight, too thin and fragile, her slender neck hanging in his arms, like a half-folded flower.

The golden red divine power grew out of his hands and gradually merged into Ye Wanqiu's eyebrows. Nezha lowered his head and called her softly, "Wanqiu?"

The name that has lingered in my heart for thousands of years is now called out from my mouth again, but it is crushed by too heavy emotions and falls apart.Every syllable is a sharp edge, cutting through his throat, withering into the sunny air with clear to sharp pain and collapse.

"Look at me, Wanqiu." Nezha hugged her tighter, and found that her body temperature was not much warmer than his own.

Never before had he felt the slow loss of life so directly, so clearly that it frightened him.

The girl was obviously not a human being, and even though she had been transferred a lot of divine power, she still didn't get much better. Even the corners of her eyes, eyebrows and fingertips began to turn into translucent crystals, followed by shallow cracks.

Nezha stared at the unbelievably clear and pure brilliance of the spar under the sun, and countless overly complex emotions surged up, congested in his heart, and piled up into a deep tingling pain.

He suddenly had a feeling that maybe she would collapse into a pile of smoke in his arms at any time, maybe he would lose her again, before he had no idea what happened.

"Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu, wake up." Nezha wrapped her in Huntian silk, trying to keep the body temperature of her body, and a steady stream of divine power transferred to her at any cost, "Can you take a look at me, Wan Qiu? You wake up, Wan Qiu... I found you, I'll take you home, okay, look at me..."

"I beg you."

There were messy footsteps approaching the room, and Nezha suddenly came back to his senses, knowing that her mother was coming back soon.

He looked at Ye Wanqiu, suddenly stopped the movement of transferring divine power for her, and instead concentrated his own spirit beads in his hands, melting into Ye Wanqiu's eyebrows.

After the Lingzhu leaves the body, the creatures of the Protoss will gradually decline, and Nezha is no exception.

By the time Shao Lan realized something was wrong, Nezha had only the thin power left to barely maintain his human form.

Knowing that it was because of the separation of the Lingzhu, Shaolan was so frightened that she even forgot the Tengyun Curse, and ran all the way to Huaxing Pavilion to beg Suchen and Weili.

Hearing this news, Wei Li was also frightened, and hurried to go together with several other ancient gods. After working together to stabilize Nezha's spiritual consciousness, he asked anxiously: "What's going on, what are you doing?" Will you lose the Lingzhu?"

Compared to Wei Li and the others' tenseness, Nezha smiled faintly, and replied in a hollow voice: "I found her."

"Her?" Song Lu was taken aback, "You mean Ye Zi, where is she?"

"Human Yicheng." He sat up with difficulty, his black hair hanging over his shoulders, "I have to go and see how she is doing."

"Wait." Ming Huang stopped him, "Ye Zi is back, so why isn't she with you? And what does this have to do with you losing your spirit bead?"

"I didn't lose it. I gave it to her." Nezha replied calmly, explaining the ins and outs briefly.

Because of his frail body, the usual sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes was weakened by the strong sickness, and he looked too fragile and delicate.

"To whom?" Ming Huang was also stunned for half a second, "For Wan Qiu? Are you sure it's Wan Qiu?"

This incident was as weird as it sounded, but the most frightening thing was that Nezha handed over his Lingzhu just like that.

With a hum, he casually fixed his loose long hair with a hairpin: "I'm going to see her."

"Wait..." Wei Li said in a panic, but he didn't have time to stop him, and he was a little frustrated in an instant, "Damn it! What is Xiao Honglian thinking, is he crazy, even Lingzhu can do this Hand it over casually, I think he is crazy!"

"He's been crazy for a long time." Song Lu frowned, and said in a bad tone, "Who knows what that little girl is, based on this clue, he can also determine that it is Ye Zi. I think he Not only going crazy, but even wanting to die."

"No, no, no, I have to go and drag him back. His appearance is too frightening, as if he has been possessed." Wei Li got up with a splitting headache, "Chen, come with me, we must get the Lingzhu back. "

Su Chen twisted the Xing Debris Stone in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay. By the way, let me see what kind of creature is actually able to fool the incarnation of the lotus flower."

Ming Huang pulled the corner of his mouth: "It doesn't necessarily mean that the girl did it by herself, or maybe the third prince voluntarily let her cheat? Look at him like that, there is nothing he can't do."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go." Ah Jun patted the other party, followed Wei Li and rushed out of the gate of Sanfeng Palace.

After all, the impact of the separation of the Lingzhu is extremely great, even if it is rescued by several ancient gods, it is only a temporary relief.

Nezha stood behind Ye Wanqiu who had fully recovered, feeling dizzy from time to time.He looked at the little lonely figure sitting alone on the bluestone by the river, and found that her head was tied with a golden lotus bead red rope from his palace, and she was wearing a mask on her face. Tread water in the area to play.

The children around were in groups, only Ye Wanqiu was alone.She looked at the children of the same age who were playing together, looked down at the comic strips spread out on her lap, and suddenly seemed to smell something, and then looked in Nezha's direction.

Her eyes were clear, and her pupils were slightly brightened by the light silk painting, as if she was looking at him in surprise and curiosity.

Nezha was stunned for a moment, but before he could say anything, he saw that she had already walked towards him, holding a comic book in her hand, with several colorful characters written on it,

"Nezha Navigating the Sea".

The author has something to say: Why is this Nezha perspective article longer than I thought...

By the way, I would like to remind you that when the next update comes out, that is, after reading the Nezha Perspective article, and then go back to the modern article, maybe, Daou’s emotions will be more vivid.