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

Nezha rubbed his sleeve against the bark again, and the pair of names became clearer. On the left, Huagai Xingjun Ao Bing, on the right, Tongtian Taishi Nezha, the confrontation is neat, the spacing between words seems to be respectful, but the light is lingering around one place.If the truth is entangled with each other, there is only one more horizontal criticism: created in heaven and earth.

But Nezha looked at the pair of names and was startled and horrified, unable to speak for a while.

how come?He and Ao Bing met only three months ago. For 3000 years, we didn't know each other because we didn't know each other.But the name on the tree clearly told him that they had been related for a long time.

For 3000 years, my body and mind have been immersed in searching and yearning like crazy, and I don’t think much about other things. Now when I suddenly think about it, my head hurts badly.

A gust of wind blew up, the leaves rustled, and something mixed with the wind slapped towards his forehead, he didn't have time to notice it, and it disappeared without a trace.

He took a breath, suddenly felt tired, and sat down slowly with his hands on the trunk.He closed his eyelids and prepared to take a nap, but accidentally fell asleep. He had a dream.

It was 3000 years ago, when the gods were first enshrined, there was an immortal in Tsing Yi with a vague face in the Yunxiao Temple, his handsome, elegant and unparalleled back was standing in the corner, and the eyes of the passing immortals would inevitably fall on him, but he remained motionless , detached, and later took the vacant position, but just bowed his hands, turned and left alone - no, he didn't leave, he walked around the crowd, ignoring everyone's amazing eyes, and walked towards himself.

He said to himself: "This fairy is very familiar, have we met somewhere?"

Even though he was close at hand, he couldn't see his face clearly no matter what. His voice came from a distant direction, like clouds, fog, or dreams, just like his person, unreal.

This way of striking up a conversation is not used by ordinary three-year-old children.He snorted, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving Immortal Tsing Yi behind.He didn't even ask about his immortal title.

After that fight, there was an immortal in Tsing Yi everywhere beside him, waiting silently outside Tianshuai Mansion, watching him calmly in the corner, and mourning when he learned that he was injured by killing demons and killing demons, Melancholy, terrified... He couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't tell who these Tsing Yi immortals were, let alone why these people appeared in front of him all the time.

Some other immortals told him that the whole heaven knew that these immortals in Tsing Yi admired him, so they lingered by his side.He snorted, extremely disdainful.He has a wife, a wife who has paid homage to him dignifiedly, but no one will believe him when he tells it. The immortals in Tsing Yi and all the immortals in Tiangong think it is an excuse he used to prevaricate.

He was annoyed, even annoyed, until he lost his temper.He smashed most of the Tiangong.For a while, the male fairies in the sky hid when they saw him, and they didn't dare to wear blue.Except those who are not afraid of death.

Until one time, he was upset and hid in Chentangguan's private house.Another fairy in Tsing Yi followed.Bored already, he gave that person a face as usual, stepped into the door by himself, slammed the door again, and shut the person out.He drank his sorrows with wine, drank until his eyes stared, and he didn't know how to get back to the heavenly palace.When Tiangong woke up, someone said that there was a place in the mortal world that was covered with miasma and was burned.The one who set the fire was an immortal in Tsing Yi.

He rushed to the mortal world in a panic, only to find that his home was really burned by the sky fire.This is his only home, and in his heart, he has always only had this one home.Now it has been burnt clean, not even slag left.He knelt in the black ashes, letting the overwhelming hatred drown him.

He returned to Tianshuai's mansion expressionlessly, and before he could sit in the hot chair, another fairy in Tsing Yi broke into him from outside the door.He raised his eyebrows.Although the immortals always pestered him, they never broke into Tianshuai's mansion.When he ignored them, they all waited quietly outside the mansion.Waiting for a long time, long enough to become a joke in the whole heaven.

Nezha spotted at a glance the corner of the Tsing Yi fairy's robe that had been scorched into black curls by the sky fire.This person is different from the previous ones, he looks even more embarrassed, his hair is messy, his blurred face is still stained with black ash, his clothes are also scratched in several places, torn into strips, and there are clearly visible scars on the exposed flesh. Burn marks.Xianjun didn't realize that he looked miserable, and he didn't realize that he was carrying evidence.He walked lightly, like a light boat floating towards him, leaving the celestial servants far behind, his eyes were shining with excitement, so excited that Nezha even thought it could be called happiness.

What made him so happy, Nezha was curious for a moment.

Then I heard him say: "Our names can be engraved on the marriage tree! It's us!"

With a violent jump in his head, Nezha's veins sprung up. This man, this bastard, after setting fire to his house and destroying everything between him and his wife, actually carved his name on the marriage tree without permission!

"Does the grand master know about the marriage tree..." He was still talking endlessly, but Nezha didn't listen to a word.He knew that the Marriage Tree was the place where the gods were destined to marry each other. This tree should be engraved with his and his wife's names instead of other people messing around.He stared at the person in front of him viciously and viciously, but still couldn't see his face clearly. There was a voice in his heart screaming mercilessly that this person must disappear.He never wanted to see him again.

So he showed a gentle smile.This is the first time in a long time that he raised the corners of his mouth to him, showing an impeccable smile.Nezha knows that laughter is charming, because the fairy who was talking to himself under the steps suddenly froze. After a moment of restraint, the fairy didn't know where to put his hands and feet. The tips of the upper ears eventually covered the face, like burning clouds in the sky.

Nezha sneered, and asked him to go to the mortal world to enjoy the scenery the next day, and sent back the fairy who was like a cloud but was overjoyed.And he turned around to look for Erlang Zhenjun.

He has also fought against Tsing Yi Xianjun, knowing that they are not weak, he can only try his best to defeat them, and cannot make them disappear.He needs Zhenjun Erlang's help.

On the second day, it wasn't Tsing Yi who came, but an immortal in white clothes that outshine the snow.Although his face is still blurred, Nezha can feel that he is magnificent. He stands under the white pear blossoms of the three thousand trees and smiles slightly. Nezha can see the white petals swaying in the wind behind him, pure as the broken stars of the Milky Way, curling up , the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Nezha hesitated for a moment, his mind is always in a daze, and he doesn't remember people very much.Fortunately, he still remembered that he had asked someone to go to the mortal world.The corners of his mouth curled up again just right, and he walked towards the dazed white-clothed fairy, gently blowing off a petal that fell on his shoulder, took his hand, and brought the fairy who was stunned and unable to move. You go to the mortal world.

At that time, Guanjiangkou was still a barren land, with no one living in it for thousands of miles, and the desolation was so desolate that only the footprints of animals could be seen.Nezha led the fairy in white and passed by the main temple, Yang Jian hid his face and appeared, stabbing himself with the three-edged knife.He didn't hide, and the white sleeves beside him flickered. In the blink of an eye, the fairy in white was already fighting with Yang Jian with a weapon.

I am on par with Yang Jian, so I believe Yang Jian can beat Xianjun.But after hundreds of rounds, Yang Jian was exhausted and gradually fell into a disadvantage.He was startled.They have played against each other so many times, and which time did they not have a slight advantage.It doesn't make sense that Yang Jian can't beat him.Seeing that Yang Jian was about to be hammered into his heart, he called out a pointed spear and stabbed straight at the empty door left by the fairy.

This person is so stupid, in front of him, he has no reservations, and the empty door is wide open.So he also stabbed in without reservation.The fire-pointed spear is a magical weapon, extremely sharp, and only encounters a slight sense of blockage, it passes through the chest.

He saw Xianjun's body floating in mid-air trembled because of the sneak attack from behind. Xianjun turned his head back. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to be shocked. He just looked at himself indifferently, his thin lips opened and closed, but he didn't say anything. sound.

Nezha also calmly pushed the fire-pointed gun in for another three points.

I don't know whether this blow is heavy or not. It may be fatal to mortals, but we are all gods and not so fragile.When he retracted the pointed spear, Xianjun's body trembled like a broken pear flower petal, then he closed his eyes, and his body fell from the air, hitting the ground powerlessly.

The white clothes are mixed with gray-yellow soil, grass roots, and bright blood on the chest, which is no longer as white as snow, and is already filthy.Xianjun lay silently on the ground with his eyes closed, if not for his chest rising and falling, he would have died.Nezha stepped forward indifferently, and picked up his hair with a pointed spear, with a cruel light in his eyes.

I heard that people have seven emotions. This person's seven emotions are not born in the right place, and his intentions are not right. It is better to get rid of them for him, so as to save him from the suffering of emotions.Yang Jian looked up at Nezha, but didn't move.Nezha became impatient, and urged him again, and said, just hold him down for me, and I will do it myself.

He said he did it himself, so he really did it himself.The fire-pointed gun made a cut on the white neck, squatted down beside him, and followed the wound with his fingertips to explore the depths of the skin texture.

This is an extremely delicate job, he felt very carefully, searching for it one by one, and finally found it under the collarbone.He didn't pause for a moment, his fingertips tightened slightly, caught a tendon, and pulled it out slowly but steadily.

Maybe it was because he knew that he couldn't escape. From the beginning to the end, Xianjun didn't open his eyes, nor struggled to resist.Whether Yang Jian pressed or not, he actually lay there silently, letting Nezha do what he wanted.

The root of love was completely drawn out, and Nezha even praised it, what a dragon tendon, it can be used to make a dragon tendon whip.

Yang Jian folded his arms and watched coldly, and said coldly, Nezha, you will be punished.

Nezha didn't take it seriously, he had already received retribution, otherwise why his wife has been missing.The sky is big and the earth is big, this is the only person he wants, but he doesn't even know if his wife is alive or not.

He bent down, carried the completely frozen Xianjun on his shoulders, waved at Yang Jian, and went back to the Heavenly Palace.Yang Jian still reminded him behind him, this man will never give birth to Qiqing again, and will not pester you any more, so just settle with him and don't embarrass him.

Nezha heard it, but pretended not to hear it.On the way back to Nantianmen, he turned a corner and turned into another road that was shady and cold. At the end of the road was Zhanxiantai, where the gods would suddenly change color when they talked about it.He walked over with cheerful steps, and reached the edge of Zhanxiantai. Clapped, as if his hands were dirty.

He stood on the edge with a frosty face.Xianjun fell down like a feather on his back. He seemed to have seen tears dripping from the corner of Xianjun's eyes, but he was quickly torn to pieces when he met the fierce wind. It was like tearing his body apart in an instant, so he was not sure if it was true. see.

This is a dream. In the dream, Nezha tried his best to see the faces of the people who pestered him, but he always failed. Unknowingly clenched into fists.He was still struggling in his dream, until a childish voice brought him back to reality.

"Brother, are you a demon?"

Nezha suddenly opened his eyes.He blinked blankly, looking at the little boy who was sleeping at the door of the Marriage Mansion, he didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xiaotong reminded again, "Brother, our place is the Heavenly Palace, demons are not allowed to enter."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Nezha said awkwardly. The dream was so real that it made him flustered. His heart was still beating. He raised his hand and squeezed his forehead as usual. His peripheral vision swept across his wrist. Immediately froze.

A bright red demon pattern was printed on his wrist.He rolled up his sleeves, and saw the demon pattern burning like fire winding towards his entire arm, and finally disappeared into the invisible skirt.

He looked at the other arm, too.He lifted up the hem of his clothes, and looked repeatedly at the places he could see, and slender and colorful demon patterns crawled all over his body.

Xiaotong pointed at him: "You have it on your face too."

Nezha picked up a fairy formula, and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand.He looked in the mirror, and sure enough, he saw strange forehead lines between his eyebrows, and blood-like lines as thick as two little fingers on his cheeks.

He watched quietly, wondering if the person in the mirror was himself.He closed his eyes, opened them again, and suddenly saw the scene in his dream in the mirror.It's just that the person he couldn't see clearly in the dream was clearly visible in the mirror, and he could even capture the fluttering eyelashes and the fluff on the white cheeks.

He looked at that gentle and charming face, and his scalp was numb from a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

That face was Ao Bing.

He suddenly lost control of his hand, unable to move, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground with a clang.There was no bronze mirror, but he still saw the face of the person in the dream, and he finally understood that it had nothing to do with the mirror, he had remembered everything.

Countless people in green and white clothes overlapped to form Ao Bing's face.Wrapped around him for 2000 years, was rejected tens of thousands of times and refused to give up, until he was thrown into Zhanxiantai by himself, there was only one Ao Bing.

He found someone for 3000 years, who had been with him for 2000 years until he was killed by himself in the end.

A sharp pain erupted from his heart and spread to all his limbs. He bit his lips and tongue suddenly, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The self-mutilation-like pain made him finally gather his mind, and looked up at the pair of names on the marriage tree.

How ridiculous, a tree lives better than he understands.

He fell down again, lying numbly on the root of the tree, covering his eyes with his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The little boy leaned over, "Brother, what's wrong with you, are you crying?"

The little boy waited for a while, but before he got a response, he said again, "Brother, this is really not a place for you to come, so hurry up and leave."

"It's not a demon, I just can't move, let me lie down for a while." Nezha said, his voice was extremely hoarse, like torn cotton wool.

Xiaotong felt that this elder brother was really weird, after staring at him for a long time, he shook his head and let him go.

Just lying there, Nezha wanted to fall asleep again, hoping to wake up and find that all this was just his dream.He and his wife have not seen each other for 3000 years, and they will get married soon after meeting each other.There are no such unbearable past events in the middle.

But the more I lay down, the clearer my thinking became, and I remembered many details that were not in the dream.For example, Ao Bing received so much cynicism from Tiangong, saying that he only wanted to climb high branches so he chased the grand master fiercely, and another example is the sky fire that destroyed his private house. It was obvious that he was drunk and ignited, and no one could suppress it. It was Ao Bing who was desperate He ran into the fire and brought him out. For another example, a long time ago, he planted the same life curse on himself.He couldn't find his wife, and he didn't know if his wife would encounter accidents in places he didn't know, so he could only use this method to contact her.If there is an accident, he can help to block it anyway.

Fortunately, he planted the same life curse, otherwise how could Ao Bing come back from Zhanxiantai.He finally understood that the serious injury he suffered 1000 years ago was all because he threw Ao Bing into Zhanxiantai.He really deserved it.

His hands were still trembling, unable to do fine work.Isn't it?At that time, he had peeled off Ao Bing's love root so meticulously, his hands knew better than him, he had already rejected him as the master, and he no longer wanted to touch any delicate work.

He also wanted to know who made Ao Bing lose his love, and wanted to chop him up into pieces.Now he wants to cut himself apart, but he is immortal, so he can't even take revenge on himself.

That root of love...

The reason why Ao Bing can't remember himself is because of this root of love. The root of love was planted in himself and was pulled out. Naturally, he doesn't remember anything about himself.

Nezha thought numbly, the dragon tendon whip is still in the weapon room.Should he return it to Ao Bing? After returning back, Ao Bing thinks of these things, is he still willing to marry him?He will definitely leave himself, and no one wants to stay by his side.

It's okay to leave.This is the case in the mortal world, he always accidentally hurts others without knowing it, so everyone alienates him.He thought that meeting Ao Bing was his salvation, but he hurt Ao Bing to the bottom.

Let Ao Bing know, then let him take revenge on himself, and then leave him...

Suddenly his whole body felt cold, he was always fiery, but now he felt cold to the bone.He curled up into a ball and hugged himself.Anything can be tolerated, except Ao Bing leaving.He would rather Ao Bing have no affection, no feelings for himself, after all, he asked for it, and he should lock him firmly by his side, and never let him leave.

Yes, he will not let Ao Bing know about this past event. In the hundreds of millions of years to come, he can do many things to make up for the mistakes he made. As long as Ao Bing is still by his side, he has the confidence to walk the road go down.

He got up slowly, many things that suddenly occurred to him made him dizzy, he waited for a while before he could stand up and leave the Marriage Mansion.

The Tianshuai Mansion has been decorated in a joyous manner, red silk is flying in the wind, and red Chinese characters of "囍" are pasted everywhere on the white walls, tree branches, and rocks, where the eyes can see and cannot see.Nezha felt that he had recovered a little bit, he took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion.The busy little fairy servants saluted one after another when they saw him, but he just waved his hands without saying a word.

Shancai was lazily directing a group of fairies to clean up the house. From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Nezha returning to the mansion, and was stunned for a moment. The grand master's expression was wrong, his face was pale, and he was extremely tired, and the grand master should be in Huagai mansion at this point Stick to your own Xingjun.Pity him for his low morals and no status. He can't help Xingjun get out of the sea of ​​suffering. He can only watch the wedding in full swing, and even force him to do the hard work himself.

Nezha returned to Tianshuai Mansion when he shouldn't have appeared, Shancai kept an eye out, and hurriedly explained a few words, then walked around, seemingly inadvertently, to the door of the room where Nezha disappeared.

This place is the weapon storeroom, the weapons are stained with blood, it is unlucky, because it is different from the atmosphere of the wedding, very few people come here during this period.But the word "囍" is also pasted on the doors and windows.Shancai looked left and right, bent over to the window, and peeked in through the cracks in the window lattice.

He saw Nezha with his back turned to him, taking out a slender ebony box from a tall weapon rack.He seemed unwilling to face the things in the box, and stared at the box blankly, standing still for a long time.

Shancai couldn't help being curious, what could make the grand master look like this.

Silent, Nezha closed his eyes, as if he had made some important decision, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and there was a bang, dust rose, and the box opened.

Shanzai was short of breath, his face was pale, he couldn't see what was in the box, but he already knew what was there.As a member of the Flood Dragon clan, the terrifying familiar aura made his scales stand up instantly, if he had any.

He even smelled a faint smell of blood coming from the box.It is the blood of my own Xingjun.He covered his mouth and nose tightly with his hands so as not to let himself scream or vomit.

Time passed by little by little, Nezha was silent like a sculpture facing the box, and suddenly there was laughter from the fairies in the distance, he finally moved, closed the box, and didn't want to look at it any more One glance and let it stay on the table.

He was also in such a panic that he didn't even realize that someone was peeping outside the door.

When he disappeared around the corner, Shancai immediately turned into a little white dragon, sneaked in through the crack of the window lattice, rolled up the box, and then slid out sneakily, regained his human body, and put the box into his sleeve.He ran up quickly, bringing up a cloud of dust, and he couldn't wait to tell Xingjun the truth.

However, as soon as he ran to the gate of Tianshuai's mansion, a terrified voice stopped him.Shancai didn't know how afraid he was of Nezha until now, he almost screamed when he heard his voice.

But he clenched the tip of his tongue and did not exclaim in the end. He stopped and even smiled, facing Nezha.

Nezha looked at him sullenly.He realized it suddenly.Shancai has always held hatred for him, probably because Shancai knows all about the past.

I knew in my heart that whoever knew such a past would hate himself.But he couldn't let this hatred go back to Ao Bing.

The location where the two of them are located is a dark corner leading to the gate of Tianshuai Mansion, the shadow cast on them is flickering, the place is very secluded, will anyone come over for a while.It is also a good place to kill and bury corpses.

In an instant, Nezha's hand reached Shancai's neck, his eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at Shancai like prey.

But the moment he broke Shancai's neck, he stopped.The other hand was tightly clenched into a fist in the sleeve, and a clear voice roared in his heart, didn't he want to make up?How sad would it be to kill Shancai Aobing?This is also called compensation?

He pinched and pinched, his fingers crackling, his knuckles turning white.Finally withdrew his hand and said coldly, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The cool wind blew by, and Shancai's back was already wet. He clearly felt a killing intent, but disappeared like the wind. He thought he had stolen the box and was discovered, but the grand master let him go again.

He bowed in a daze, and fled tremblingly.