[Lotus Cake] The whole world knows that I am chasing you

They just left the effort of a cup of tea. For Yu Shancai, it seems that it has been so long since the great god Pan Gu created the world.Finally, I hoped that Ao Bing would return to the mansion intact. Before he could let go of his heart, he saw the lingering Nezha behind him, and his heart immediately hung up again.

Seeing the lotus lantern in Ao Bing's hand, Shancai became even more angry, put his head next to Ao Bing's ear and said in a deep voice: "Xing Jun, did His Highness choose this lamp? It's so feminine."

The whole heaven knows that Grand Master Tongtian is sculpted by lotus flowers, and there is no pattern decoration in Tianshuai Mansion that is not decorated with lotus flowers.It was just a convention. Ao Bing and Shancai lived in seclusion all year round. They didn't check for a while, so they really didn't notice this. They just thought that Nezha had a special preference for lotus.

With a slightly weird face, Ao Bing looked away: "I chose this one."

"Ah?" Shancai was about to say when Xing Jun liked this kind of girl's thing, and found that Nezha's eyes were deep, his words slipped in his throat, he swallowed it back, took the lamp, and said sullenly: "Then I'll hang at the door."

It is impossible to hang in the mansion, as long as he is there for a day, Lianhua will be so delusional that he will enter the house.

Nezha smiled and took out another lamp from his wide sleeve: "Then put this lamp in our bedroom."

It is still a pink and tender lotus lamp.The one in Shancai's hand happened to be a pair, and Ao Bing was a little surprised when he picked it, and he didn't even notice it.Shancai was so angry that the seven orifices were full of smoke, not only because of the lotus, but also because of Nezha's sentence, "Let's sleep in the hall, may I ask if there is any place in Huagai Xingjun's mansion that belongs to his Tongtian Grand Master?"

No.There may have been, but that too was only about blood debts.Now, even a speck of dust has nothing to do with him.

Using a small spell, the lamp in Nezha's hand was lit, and he returned to Ao Bing's room familiarly. The orange light illuminated the whole room in a dim yellow.Nezha was dissatisfied, so he pinched another stick in the wick, and the room was immediately brightly lit.He took off the robe in twos and threes, and only put on his underwear. He lay down on the bed, more skillful than before, he lifted a corner of the warm quilt, patted the bed and said: "Mr. Xing, it's getting late, come quickly and rest."

What should be entangled has been entangled, and it would be hypocritical to think more, Ao Bing just nodded and lay down on the quilt that Nezha had reserved for him.Sleeping until midnight, Ao Bing had a dream. He dreamed that he was swimming in the East China Sea in the shape of a dragon. He swam too freely and accidentally got stuck in the crevice of the reef. The tighter it was, the harder it was for him to breathe in a short while, and he couldn't break free. Just when he thought he was going to suffocate, he opened his eyes from his dream, and suddenly found that Nezha's hands and feet were wrapped around him, holding him tightly. Trapped in his arms, the warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck, scratching a little itchy.Ao Bing resisted for a while, but couldn't get rid of it. If it was more violent, it would definitely wake him up.So let him hug again.

In the bright light, Ao Bing opened his eyes, not feeling sleepy, trying to recall something in his mind, but found that there was nothing to recall.After much deliberation, the very beginning of memory turned out to be when Donghai met Nezha.I also want to remember some people, and there is no one to remember, even the dragons in the East China Sea are quite unfamiliar.

Only then did I notice something.All the memories in his mind seem to be divided into two parts by the wedding banquet in the East China Sea. All the memories before the wedding banquet are superimposed like a pair of black and white landscape paintings, blurred and monotonous. It didn't matter, but after Donghai's wedding banquet, a touch of chilling bright red was painted on his black and white scroll unexpectedly. The bright red was proud and flamboyant, which couldn't be ignored, and he couldn't help but reject it.

Now, on his scrolls, the brightest color is Nezha's red, which is dazzling.

Ao Bing claims that he is not a smart person, but he is not stupid either. He can somewhat understand what all this means.

Just, it shouldn't be.

It really shouldn't be.

Adding all the memories together, it doesn't look like more than 3000 years.Three years or so.But Ao Bing also survived like this.People and things, the deepest in memory, are all about Nezha.How long have you known each other?There is still no more than a month.He knew better than anyone that this should never have happened.

Naturally, he thought of Nezha's conch pendant. Now, the light was very good, and they were so close, Ao Bing only needed to blow a light breath to make his pendant come out from under his coat.

As he did so, the light-colored left-handed conch was exposed before his eyes.The simple fire formula used by the conch shrinks down. Ao Bing can understand this kind of immortal technique, and can easily restore the conch.

It's really similar to his lost one, except for a red string threaded through the end, it can be said to be exactly the same.Ao Bing was a little curious, would there be such a similar conch in the world?

Although the left-handed conch is rare, it is mortal after all, not rare.Considering that the other party is Master Tongtian after all, it is normal to have one or two left-handed conch in his hand, and he really cannot conclude that this is his own.Unless you pick up the conch and blow it to break the tone.Left-handed conch will never have two identical tones in the world, ordinary people can't hear it, but Ao Bing used to live in the Dragon Palace under the sea, and he is most familiar with conch, so he can distinguish it.

But the conch in front of him is the grand master's personal belongings, and it looks very precious.Ao Bing really couldn't do it because he suspected that it was similar to his own conch, so he blew it privately.He held the conch and looked at it for a while, finally sighed, read the formula to shrink the conch, and put it back completely.

The next day, the sky was only getting brighter, and the Huagai Mansion was still quiet. Nezha woke up first, without disturbing any plants or trees, and rushed to the mortal world Guanjiangkou God's Main Temple, stepping on the extremely bright dawn star at the end of the Heavenly Palace.

It is the end of summer and early autumn in the mortal world, and the withered grass at the mouth of the Guanjiang River forms a large expanse. In the yellow grass, there is only a crumbling temple. There is no other place that is more desolate and depressed than this place.Yang Jian doesn't like to meddle in worldly affairs.Ordinary people make pious wishes in front of the main temple, no matter for fame and wealth or for happiness and well-being, in his eyes, they are just a group of life and death floating in the sea of ​​suffering called life without knowing it.He just rubbed Heizi's round head, and listened to those wishes as jokes, and ignored them all. As time passed, people knew that the gods in the Shenzhu Temple didn't care, so the incense became thinner and thinner, and the Shenzhu Temple became more and more shabby.

Sansheng Niangniang Temple is the complete opposite.The Three Holy Mothers, Yang Chan, almost responded to the requests of the people who came here, as long as their wishes were reasonable and reasonable. Gradually, the Sansheng Temple gathered incense from ten directions, and the smoke was so strong that the temple was filled with smoke all day long. Stained.But no matter how busy she is, Yang Chan will always take a day or two every month to come to her brother's temple to help clean it up. Otherwise, according to Yang Jian's temperament, even if the temple collapses, she will never reach out to take care of it .

When Nezha arrived, the troupe's "Guankou God" was over. Yang Jian hugged Heizi and lay in a large piece of withered grass in front of the main temple, holding a grass root in the corner of his mouth, bored.

Sitting next to him, Nezha cut straight to the point: "Well, why are you running away? It's fine if you fail in the play, the main reason is that it makes me lose face, do you know that?"

Heizi lazily raised his eyelids to take a look at Nezha, then lowered his head and continued to lean beside Yang Jian. Its white fur was smooth and moist under the warm and not too hot sun.

Yang Jian turned his head to think for a while, and finally remembered that what Nezha was referring to was the case of the hero saving the beauty half a year ago.He almost forgot about it, but since Nezha came to Xingshi to question him, he had to talk about it.He took a sip, spat out the grass roots, sat up propped up, and stared at Nezha seriously: "You didn't tell me that it was Hua Gai Xingjun. If I knew it was him, I would never interfere in your affairs."

Nezha wondered: "What's wrong with him? Do you know him?" Yang Jian was at odds with the Emperor of Heaven, and rarely went to the Heavenly Palace. Even if he went, he only went to his Tianshuai Mansion. Jun, the two of them are incompatible, so how could they be involved.

Yang Jian stared and didn't speak for a while.Nezha became even more curious. Yang Jian seemed to really know Ao Bing. He hurriedly moved forward, with a flattering tone: "Brother, is it possible that you really know him? Please tell me."

Yang Jian looked at him, sighed, and said helplessly, "Follow me."

The two, one in front and one behind, took the cloud to a lake not far from the main temple.The blue lake surface is embedded in the vast land, like a sapphire emerging from the sky and the earth.The lake is a wild lake with no name yet.

"Do you still remember the origin of this lake?" Yang Jian asked Nezha standing by the lake, with the breeze brushing their faces.

Nezha was at a loss, how could he remember this lake, he didn't even know when this lake appeared.

"What do you think you remember all these years?" Yang Jian was a little angrily, and couldn't help complaining that this lake came because of him, but the perpetrator didn't remember anything, "It's the two handles of Huagai Xingjun. It was smashed out by the Hunyuan Hammer. If I didn't hide quickly, it would have hit me."

Nezha was dumbfounded for a moment, and finally came to his senses: "Have you ever fought against Ao Bing?"

Seeing Yang Jian's pale and uncertain face, Nezha laughed so hard that he almost fell into the lake, with tears streaming from his eyes: "I see, maybe you haven't hit him?" So when he found out it was him, he ran away. At any rate, he is also a majestic God of War, if he can't beat a star king, he is afraid of losing face.

"Is it funny? If you can fight well," Yang Jian snorted coldly, "why ask me to help you?"

"What do you mean?" Nezha was startled.

"Hmph!" This is a very embarrassing past event, two against one, even if you win in the end, it is not very honorable to win.Besides, the turmoil caused by this battle later became the only thing he felt guilty about in his career as a god, so he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

No matter what, Nezha couldn't imagine that cold and gentle Xingjun hitting someone with a hammer: "Why are you fighting?"

Not for you.But Yang Jian didn't say anything.To put it bluntly, he has always known Nezha, since Nezha has forgotten, no matter how much others say, he will not believe it, so why bother.After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian suddenly said: "Nezha, I sincerely advise you, Huagai Xingjun is definitely not the person you are looking for."

Yang Jian had never expected that Ao Bing and Nezha had nothing to do with each other in the mortal world.

Nezha raised his eyebrows, Yang Jian knew nothing, the old bachelor didn't understand anything.Can't even sing well.

"I know you won't believe what I say," Yang Jian too understood what he was thinking, "It's not impossible for you to hit the south wall before you turn back, just don't get into it too deep, embarrassing others and embarrassing yourself." End up hurting others and yourself.

Then I thought of some things, probably you can't hurt others, you can only hurt yourself.

What he said made Nezha feel like falling into the clouds, but these were not important. Maybe it was Yang Jian who scared Ao Bing and deliberately kept secret to protect the thin face of God of War.He never likes to spend his mind on things he doesn't care about, and he came here for more important things: "The show messed you up, what should you do next? You have to continue to give me an idea."

"Return?" Yang Jian frowned.So many things have happened, but Huagai Xingjun can still walk with Nezha regardless of the previous suspicions. It is actually the same thing whether he makes up his mind or not.

The two were silent when a girl's voice came in softly.

"The crown prince asks for love?" Yang Chan held a dirty yellow rag in her hand and blinked at the two of them.Today is the day when she helps her brother to clean up the God's Temple. Earlier, when she heard her brother mention Nezha, she just happened to ask, "Is it Huagai Xingjun you're asking for?"

"Ask me about this kind of thing." Before Nezha could reply, Yang Chan's eyes were full of excitement, she threw the rag on the ground, rushed over and grabbed him and walked towards the God's Temple, "My brother's elm bump, the idea It's all bad, come, let me teach you."

Nezha snorted. He originally thought Yang Jian's idea was good, but it wasn't suitable for him to carry out. This person is too upright, and he thought he would have to ask others for help later, so it turned out to be a bad idea?He hurriedly changed his smiling face: "Good junior sister, what good idea do you have?"

Yang Jian was furious. In the world, his sister was someone other than Hei Zi, who could not be easily messed with by outsiders: "Which one is your junior sister, don't mess around with relatives!"

The two people in front ignored Yang Jian's anger at all, they kept their heads together and chatted about their plans.Yang Chan said: "Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win a hundred battles. What do Hua Gai Xingjun like? What do you dislike? Sigh, these are too ink-stained, why don't you just tell me what kind of Xianjun he likes?"

That's a really good question.I have never seen Ao Bing like or dislike, he seems to be neither sad nor happy about anything, Huagai Xingjun's family is standing on the wall, he can also enjoy it, a shuttlecock can be kept for 3000 years, but he will let him take it away .Nezha frowned and thought for a moment. Although he was very reluctant, it was Miss Cheng from Chentangguan who finally jumped into his mind.But Yang Chan didn't know her, so Nezha had no choice but to nod her with his chin unhappily.

"It's probably like you."

"Me?" Yang Chan was surprised, and glanced at Nezha sympathetically, "That's not a broken sleeve, it's a bit difficult."

"Is it difficult?" Nezha raised his heart.

"It seems that we can only make some serious speculation," Yang Chan gritted his teeth, "If I make a move, you don't have to worry."

Back at the main temple, Yang Chan took out a yellowed book with its pages curled up, it looked like an old antique book.She flipped through it, and finally stopped at a page.Nezha leaned over to look at it, and there were three words written on it: Beauty Trap.

It looks like a good plan.

Yang Chan's wild guess is to let Nezha pretend to be a woman to seduce Huagai Xingjun.Nezha's appearance is not vulgar at all, and after her skillful grooming, she must be the only one in the world. If Hua Gai Xingjun is dazzled by beauty and has a skin-to-skin relationship, everything will be fine in the future. If you don't move...

Let's talk about it without being moved, the book doesn't say what to do next.

Yang Chan asks Nezha to change into her own clothes. The two have huge differences in body shape. Fortunately, Yang Chan and Yang Jian have lived together for many years, so sewing and mending is not a problem. A white skirt that doesn't fit well but is still barely fit. Where is it put on? Zha body.Nezha held his breath, and tried his best to suck himself into a hemp stick, for fear that he would accidentally tear the skirt.Yang Chan smeared his face again, and took a long time to do it.At this time, Yang Jian stepped into the temple and suddenly saw a white figure sitting there. He was so startled that he took a step back and sacrificed the three-edged sword: "Where did the monster come from?!"

Yang Chan glared at him viciously: "What kind of monster, have you ever seen such a beautiful monster?"

Nezha nodded with red makeup on his face: "Yes."

Yang Jian swallowed, picked up the sunspot, and retreated silently.

After everything was settled, Nezha returned to the Heavenly Palace with Yang Chan left and right.For some reason, on the way back to the Heavenly Palace, Nezha felt inexplicably uneasy, secretly recalling Yang Chan's teaching on how to sway one's head and pose, how to show off coquettishly, and finally felt a little relieved.

Yang Jian watched his back as he left, and he could almost imagine his head being smashed by the terrified Ao Bing. He was very sad: "Are you serious?"

Yang Chan smiled at her brother: "I'm finally looking forward to this day. How did he treat Huagai Xingjun in the past? I'm not worth it for Xingjun. The law of heaven is reincarnation, and what you pay for is what you pay for."

His sister laughed so hard that he felt chills in his heart, and he only sighed that she really couldn't offend a woman, but...

"How do you know so much?"

Startled, Yang Chan stuck out her tongue and ran away.