Chapter 310: Little nezha

　　 "Nephew Shi is also interested in Fu?" Yun Zhongzi asked with a smile.
Yang Jian said: "It's always good to learn more. If you learn by analogy, you may get different results."
"Goodness," Yun Zhongzi said with emotion, "Teacher nephew is diligent and studious, and he is also talented in cultivating the Taoism. He is indeed the pillar of the Yuxu Palace in the future. In this disaster, we should protect ourselves and do not strive for strength. Fight hard with people bravely."
Yang Jian put his hands on his knees, bowed his head and said, "I follow the teachings of my uncle."
Yun Zhongzi nodded his head, his eyes were kind, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. He really liked Yang Jian's nephew who had won honor to them in the Yuxu Palace, not a pretentious gesture.
This powerful man does not have to deliberately make friends with anyone. He has a strong ability, a deep blessing, and a disciple of a saint, so why bother with others?
Yun Zhongzi said: "Today Lord Shang burns his sword, the fate of Da Shang has been set, and his aura is almost exhausted. How does the nephew feel?
"Uncle Master said, you can't be wrong," Yang Jian smiled, "Although the big business seems to be strong and prosperous, in fact, there are the worries of the princes of the eight hundred towns, and the troubles of the Dongyi and the southern barbarians. Chaoge is already struggling to support it."
"This big business is really hard to guarantee," Yun Zhongzi pinched and calculated, and smiled: "Xiqi Zhou Lord is in a hurry. Daoist catastrophe has arrived. The number of days that I have not set before entering the sword is already very clear at this time."
Yang Jian nodded, very envious of this supernatural power of calculation, but he also knew that this supernatural power was the accumulation of powerful and great supernatural powers in endless years. It requires a deep understanding of the world and the changes of the heavens, and it cannot be done quickly.
Yun Zhongzi groaned a few times and suddenly asked: "Has my nephew heard of Jiang Ziya?"
"I've heard it before. This is the person chosen by Master Zuo to become the God of Heaven, known as the reincarnation of Flying Bear," Yang Jian also didn't know why Master Yun Zhongzi mentioned Jiang Ziya, "I don't know how he holds the God. ."
"Not many people know about this matter," Yun Zhongzi laughed. "That Jiang Ziya is not a cultivator, but he is a strategy of governing the world. This catastrophe should be in Nanzhou secular world, and the teacher chose him to do it. The person who entrusts the gods has a good intention."
Yang Jian nodded in approval, and continued to wait for Yun Zhongzi to say something.
Sure enough, Yun Zhongzi said: "Senior Nephew is walking in Nanzhou. If you hear about Jiang Ziya's troubles, you should help one or two. As far as Senior Nephew Yu is concerned, there is no harm."
"Well, what Uncle said, I remember it all."
Yang Jian smiled and nodded, thinking that Yun Zhongzi would take him to see Jiang Ziya, but he didn't expect to just ask himself if Jiang Ziya was in trouble, go and help one or two.
Perhaps, when Uncle Yun Zhongzi was calculating, he happened to discover Jiang Ziya's bad luck.
"Uncle, I toast you a cup."
"It's the first time I've drunk this mortal wine."
A banquet, my uncle and nephew enjoyed themselves.
Yun Zhongzi said he would go to Nanzhou to look for his destined disciple; although Yang Jian knew that Lei Zhenzi had not been born at this time, but it was not easy to say it. He said goodbye to Yun Zhongzi and stayed in Chaoge for two days.
Jiang Ziya at this time was actually in Chaoge City, not knowing whether he was setting up a stall or opening a shop.
Yang Jian did not look for it either, and it was useless to find Jiang Ziya; when there was nothing wrong with Chaoge City, he also drove away.
This time, he flew to the east.
Just as his mother ordered, Yang Jian sent a letter to Ao Xinke, still writing it on the cloth with pen and ink, and casually caught a spirit beast and sent it to the East China Sea.
The words in the letter are implicit but not explicit, just to greet her how she has been, her practice, and whether she is well.
She also said that she was running around in South Continent to deal with the Daomen catastrophe, and that she might go to the East China Sea to meet in the near future. I hope she will take care.
After sending the letter, Yang Jian went straight to Chentangguan.
He was thinking of Lingzhu...No, it should be Nezha now.
As long as the thought of that gentle fairy man turned into a little kid running all over the yard wearing a red belly, the smile at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth could not be concealed.
Driving the clouds for thousands of miles, Xiongguan is near.
From a distance, you can see the magnificent Chentangguan standing on the shore of the East China Sea, facing Dongsheng Shenzhou in the northeast.
Get a little closer, and you can hear the crowd in Chentangguan.
Yang Jian looked down and saw that beyond Chentang Pass, the towns were dotted with green farmland, fruit trees were planted in the mountains and forests, the fishing ports on the seaside, boats and boats, and the paddock traffic, crowded with people.
Here, it is also the rare place of prosperity in Nanzhou at this time.
Li Jing, the general soldier of Chentangguan, may not be a good father, but he is in charge of Chentangguan, but he has some talents in governance.
"Nezha..."
Yang Jian sighed softly, disappeared, and flew over the city of Chentangguan with his hand, his eyes swept away, and he stopped over Li Mansion.
In the front yard, some soldiers will gather there to study martial arts. A tall and thin middle-aged general holds a sword and brandishes it. Many generals around him applaud.
Look at this middle-aged general, with a thin face, good features, thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, and extraordinary tolerance.
Yang Jian vaguely remembered that this should be Li Jing.
I didn't look at him much, I swept my eyes to the backyard, and saw the beautiful lady again, sitting in the corridor of the courtyard, dressed in a Chinese dress, more graceful and luxurious than a few years ago, with a smile on her brows.
Several musicians were playing music by the side, while Yin was sewing clothes with his head down.
"Why don't you see Nezha?"
Yang Jian frowned, scanned it again with his spiritual sense, and started to panic.
Little Nezha is a troublemaker. If he doesn't watch it for a while, it may be turned upside down.
Killing the dragon, making trouble in the East China Sea, accidentally injuring the Biyun boy, kicking the East China Sea Dragon King... I really got into trouble.
Is it possible that this guy was delayed for two years before reincarnation, and now he has started to'catch up on progress'?
Yang Jian was shocked in his heart, ignoring his figure, appeared in the air, stepped on white clouds and fell towards Li Mansion, and deliberately revealed his breath, and at the same time alarmed the backyard of the front mansion.
Li Jing, who was dancing the sword, stood up with his sword, looking towards Yang Jian in the air, and immediately handed the long sword to the military attache aside, quickly arranged his clothes, and rose up on the cloud, shouting: "I don't know which senior is coming here, Chen Tangguan. Li Jing has missed far to welcome!"
In the backyard, Nezha's mother also hurried out of the corridor, standing in the flowerbed and looking into the air Yang Jian, her eyes faintly worried.
Since the eldest son went out to practice, until the birth of the youngest son, they have not rarely seen these immortals who are high and high, but they have never seen such a young one.
Yang Jianlang said: "I am a disciple of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, and I follow the real practitioner of Yuquan Mountain Yuding. I heard that my younger brother was reincarnated in your house, and I am here to visit. I don't know where my younger brother is at this time?"
Yang Jian directly explained his intentions, but Li Jing was taken aback.
Li Jing met the real Taiyi, but he only knew that his young son and the unidentified outsider had a master-apprentice relationship method, and this was the first time he heard about "reincarnation".
"Shangxian came to find my youngest son Nezha?"
"Yes," Yang Jian smiled and nodded, without being arrogant, he dropped the cloud head in front of Li Jing and made a beast to Li Jing.
Li Jing is regarded as half a Taoist disciple, and his master is the real Du'e who was previously pitted by Uncle Huang Long.
When Li Jing saw this, he retorted, and smiled: "My young son is really a source of good fortune, I don't know what the Shangxiandao number is?"
"I haven't practiced for a long time, so I can't be called a god," Yang Jian said with a smile, "My last name is Yang Mingjian."
"Yang Jian?" Li Jing was taken aback, then his eyes rounded, "But the heavenly palace begged for a mother, defeated the heavenly gods, and the heavenly soldiers were irresistible. In the end, he was named Erlang) by the heavenly court." "True Monarch?"
Yang Jianlue was a little embarrassed, "It's me, Chief Li is too acclaimed, and it is not too difficult for Heaven to stay with my mother."
This is also true, after all, the many offerings of Heavenly Court were not made at that time.
Li Jing was immediately full of enthusiasm, taking a bite of a ‘big filial son’ and a ‘true warrior’, pulling Yang Jian and going down to the banquet.
Where is Yang Jian willing to eat this meal?
He was really afraid that Nezha ran out to make a fool of himself, his face was earnest, and he said, "I also hope that Zongbing Li will realize that I miss my junior and let me see him first."
"Nezha!" Li Jing turned his head and shouted, shouting at the general on the ground: "Hurry up and call that naughty boy! Meet the true monarch!"
"No need..."
"Hey!" Li Jing grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, "The true monarch arrives at Chentang Pass, and I will do my best to be a landlord. Come here, order the kitchen to prepare the food and drink! Bring out all my treasured wines !"
Yang Jian really did, and he had to give Li Jing this face. After all, he would also be the future Tota Li Tianwang, the marshal of the heavenly soldiers and horses.
At the moment, Yang Jian was dragged by Li Jing to the front hall to drink tea. Li Mansion furiously searched for the young man, which even alarmed the guards of the whole city and searched everywhere.
The Yin family in the backyard heard a report from someone who came to the famous Erlang Manifestation of Saint True Monarch. He said that he was visiting his junior, and he was relieved.
When many servants searched for Nezha to no avail, Yin took out a bell from his sleeve, shook it gently, and put it into his sleeve cherished.
After a while, a flash of red light hit the east and fell in front of the Yin family, revealing the deity.
Look at the little baby
Red pockets, blue trousers, and blue cloth boots, long-lived golden locks to carry.
Tiger head and big eyes soaring into the sky~EbookFREE.me~ red lips and white teeth make a smile.
"Mother!" He yelled crisply, holding his round belly, "I just ate 80% full, you called me back, daddy wants to test my homework?"
Yin's kneeling sitting in front of the little baby, his eyes full of petting, softly said: "A fairy came to find you, saying that you are his junior, and then my mother called you back to meet him."
"What kind of fairy?" Xiaowa poked her finger at the corner of her mouth. "My master said, a fairy is a scum, and a true fairy is also a scum."
"Nonsense!" Yin's scowling reprimanded, but seeing Xiaowa's lips curled up, he quickly gave up a smile.
The Yin clan whispered: "The immortal that the mother said is the marshal of the heavenly court, and even a true hero upright. His mother was trapped in the heavenly court and suffered from prison. He dared to fight against the heavenly soldiers and generals, and finally rescued his mother. His deeds are chanted in the Three Realms."
The little baby was thoughtful, and then he smiled, "Mother, don't worry, if there are bad guys who dare to catch my mother, let me see if I will scum them!"
"You!" Yin's finger nodded the little baby's forehead, and the little baby smirked in his mother's arms.
"Okay, go change clothes quickly, don't let this true monarch wait for a long time, don't talk nonsense later, mother will go with you."
"It's okay, mother," the little baby was a little impatient, and the old babbled back: "My master said, he is holding it up when the sky is falling, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Yin clan smiled bitterly, picked up his son, and walked toward the attic.