Chapter 115 Are you two Daoist partners? ...
Nezha scrutinized Pingyu's face, which resembled the body he had seen lying on the bed behind the Gate of Hell. The girl's bangs were lightly gathered above her misty eyebrows, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly lowered, allowing Nezha to see two small moles on her eyelids. The black moles were as small as sesame seeds, and Nezha felt like an ant, wanting to touch them with his lips.
But Nezha felt this was not good, so he could only use his fingertips to keep pinching the girl's soft face to relieve the itch.
After a brief moment of intimidation, Pingyu, having narrowly escaped death, calmed down. They had grown up together, and Pingyu knew Nezha all too well. When they had conflicts, their relationship was like incompatible flames, waxing and waning.
Regardless of the circumstances, this way of greeting is just too much.
She tried to pry open Nezha's wrist with all her might.
But Nezha didn't budge an inch, completely ignoring the girl's resistance. He pressed his forehead down, his breath drawing ever closer, causing her to tremble all over.
Unable to speak or move.
In a moment of desperation, Pingyu instinctively retaliated against him. She opened her mouth and bit Nezha's tiger's mouth.
Compared to the pain of having his skin peeled off and bones dug out, Pingyu's biting was painless to Nezha.
But before his sharp teeth, what touched his skin was the girl's warm breath and soft, wet tongue. The boy froze instantly, his hands pulling back slightly.
Ping Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned, about to scold, "You..."
Before she could finish speaking, she realized with a start that the other person hadn't let her go. Nezha's cold thumb slid across her smooth lips, and when it reached the corner of her mouth, it probed slightly inward, easily prying the girl's mouth open completely.
The boy gently stroked Pingyu's teeth, which had just been biting her, and Nezha nestled against her neck, laughing, "It's been three years since we last met, and your teeth have gotten quite sharp."
Why is this person so stubborn?!
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a "click" sound came from afar.
The bird-winged boy with the face of a thunder god floated awkwardly in the sky; the one riding the jade unicorn hid his head behind a tree, his body sticking out. He was standing on the broken branch from which the sound had just come; besides him, there were two familiar faces…
Pingyu recognized the individuals as Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, Jinzha, and Muzha...
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If we're missing Yang Jian, then the Xiqi Vanguard F6 will be complete.
Pingyu's gaze met Lei Zhenzi's and Huang Tianhua's for a fleeting moment, only to be turned back to the right side by Nezha the next second.
"Don't look at them."
The boy's tone no longer carried any eerie, ghostly air; instead, it conveyed a sense of sullen silence.
Caught spying on by the main culprits, Lei Zhenzi and Huang Tianhua felt extremely uncomfortable. However, these two weren't the quiet type; turning around and discovering that the masterminds, the Li brothers, had already fled, they simultaneously cursed, "Damn, they ran so fast!?"
Pingyu: ...
I want to laugh, I want to cry, I'm speechless.
No, I just arrived in Xiqi... Why does it feel like everyone from a hundred-year-old to a seven-year-old has come to watch the fun? Is this place like a boys' dormitory, where Nezha consults these people every day as his strategists?
The girl's subtle gaze drifted over, instantly dispelling the oppressive feeling Nezha had just created.
Nezha felt stifled and short of breath. He was so close to taking another step forward; these people were driving him crazy!
After being stabbed twice by his brother, Nezha pulled his hand away, not only breaking his defenses but also having to explain, "I didn't let them come."
Ping Yu found it even stranger: "You didn't notice them?"
"I discovered it halfway through," Nezha admitted, "but if you didn't notice, I'll just pretend they don't exist."
As the saying goes, "opportunity knocks but once," and he seized the moment perfectly.
Moreover, they felt guilty for spying on people hugging and cuddling, so they ran away in a flash.
So, everything that just happened was seen clearly by everyone? The thought that these people were her future colleagues made Pingyu feel suffocated. Nezha saw her cheeks flush red, a mixture of shame and annoyance. Anger surged to the top of her head, but Pingyu laughed instead. The guilt in her heart instantly dissipated, and she reached out and pushed Nezha.
Whether out of guilt or not, she actually managed to push the rock-solid boy away.
Nezha took a half step back, giving Pingyu an opportunity to distance himself from him.
"Li Nezha!"
She was now cleverly applying Lu Ya's teachings, relying purely on emotion rather than technique. This was the first time Ping Yu had called him by his full name, and Nezha unconsciously straightened his back.
Oops!
Alarm bells rang in his mind; he knew Pingyu was truly angry. Nezha panicked and tried to hold hands like she did when she was little, but Pingyu blocked her way, and she couldn't think of any hurtful words for a long time.
Having no other choice, he angrily retorted, "I'm not going to be friends with you anymore!"
The seven words, including the punctuation, ran through him from beginning to end, and Nezha felt he was doomed. He stared blankly as the girl walked away, standing there stunned for a long time.
Because Pingyu had pretended not to recognize him when they met a few days ago, wearing a veil, Nezha felt he had done absolutely the right thing today. He was always driven by instinct rather than reason, and today, touching Pingyu's skin and smelling her scent greatly calmed his recently restless heart. Yang Jian said there would be plenty of time in the future, but only by keeping her by his side and never letting her out of his sight could there be a future.
After a long pause, Nezha looked at his tiger's mouth. There were fierce bite marks from the girl. Corresponding to the position of the canine teeth he had touched, there was a deep pit the size of a pinhead above the clear teeth marks. Touching that mark, Nezha was certain that if he had only buried his face in Pingyu's neck, the other party would not have been so angry.
So he was just being blamed; someone else had angered the girl.
The Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) wrapped around Nezha's hair again, and he raised his hand and hooked it, revealing the Qiankun Ring (another magical ring) in his palm.
Looks like I need to have a heart-to-heart talk with a few close friends.
He took a step and walked towards the camp.
.
Pingyu knows no one here except the Li brothers, so he can only go back to find his master.
The Xiqi camp was quite well-organized; all the tents looked almost identical, and Pingyu became confused halfway through her journey. The soldiers were all training at the firing range, and she couldn't find anyone to ask for directions. She wandered around the camp for a while, then suddenly heard someone approaching from behind.
Is it Nezha again?
The girl's face darkened, and she turned around: "You!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man behind her repeated, looking confused, "Me?"
Pingyu recognized the person as Nezha.
The other person was a handsome young man with a refined appearance, his hair tied up in a high crown, and a vertical line between his brows. Ping Yu was taken aback for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you Fellow Daoist Yang Jian?"
"So you recognize me, fellow Daoist." Yang Jian was surprised, but quickly smiled at Ping Yu and said, "Our meeting that day was so rushed that I didn't even introduce myself to you. I didn't expect to see you again these past few days. I see that you and Nezha are old acquaintances. Did he mention me to you before?"
Ping Yu remained noncommittal.
Yang Jian then said, "My surname is Yang and my given name is Jian. I am a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal of the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain. May I ask your surname and given name, and where your master is from?"
"My surname is Lin, and my given name is Pingyu." Pingyu was momentarily stunned; she was someone who could now tell others her surname. Lu Ya called himself a wild man who played tricks on the four seas, and Yang Jian asked her to state her family background. She couldn't very well say that she was taught by a wild man.
Ping Yu was stumped, and after a long while replied, "My master is Lu Ya Dao Ren. I have no mountains or caves, and I belong to the Qimen sect."
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Yang Jian was very polite and didn't delve into the matter further. He naturally changed the subject, asking, "Pingyu, I saw you lingering in the camp for a long time. Were you looking for someone?"
“I’m looking for my master,” Pingyu said, “but the camp is too big and I don’t know the way.”
If it was Lu Ya, Yang Jian vaguely remembered him. He pondered for a moment and replied, "It seems that it was your master who fought Zhao Gongming today. I'll take you there."
Finally, I don't have to wander around aimlessly anymore...
Pingyu relaxed: "Then I'll have to trouble you."
The two went to find Lu Ya side by side, a scene witnessed by Lei Zhenzi, who was fleeing in panic. The bird-faced boy's mind went blank for a moment, and he was caught off guard when a golden ring fell from the sky and hit him squarely.
Nezha held back, managing not to hurt him. Lei Zhenzi slammed heavily to the ground, wincing in pain: "Who!"
The attacker nimbly took a few steps and stopped in front of him: "It's me."
Lei Zhenzi looked up and saw Nezha standing in front of him with his back to the light. The boy was handsome, but when his face was not in the light, he looked like a paper doll.
He shuddered and saw that the other person was still holding a red silk ribbon in their hand. Nezha brought him along, bound with the Hun Tian Ling. Huang Tianhua gave Lei Zhenzi a miserable look and said, "Lei Zhenzi, shall we still be brothers in our next life?"
Lei Zhenzi cried out in anguish: "Clang!"
Those who get caught by Nezha usually don't fare well.
This person's master doted on his disciple the most. Taiyi Zhenren gave Nezha magical treasures as frequently as he would snacks a child, always pulling out a handful at a time. Lei Zhenzi and Huang Tianhua were not only no match for him in terms of props, but also in terms of brute force.
After all, Nezha and Yang Jian are considered the best among the three generations of disciples.
Nezha was in a bad mood: "Pingyu doesn't want to be friends with me anymore."
Who is Ping Yu?
The two down-on-their-luck brothers exchanged a glance, guessing it was the name of the pretty girl from earlier. They cautiously asked, "Why?"
Nezha bluntly said, "It's all your fault."
While it's wrong for us to spy, the real culprit is you, kid!
Why blame us when you treat other people this way and that and make them angry?
Lei Zhenzi and Huang Tianhua each slapped themselves in the face, stubbornly insisting on asking. Now, they've gotten themselves into trouble.
There were four people spying: them, Jinzha, and Muzha. It was unrighteous for the eldest and second eldest brothers of the Li family to run away after giving their idea; since that's the case, don't blame them for being unjust! Lei Zhenzi glanced at Huang Tianhua and immediately said, "It wasn't our fault. Jinzha and Muzha said there were new people coming and invited us to go see! Who knew it was you guys..."
Nezha remained unmoved: "Oh?"
The boy paused for a moment, then, seeing that Nezha showed no sign of stopping him, he relaxed somewhat. Lei Zhenzi closed his eyes and, forcing a smile, said finally, "I just saw Yang Jian and her walk out together!"
The moment the last word was uttered, the air seemed to grow colder. Huang Tianhua bit his finger, staring at Lei Zhenzi with a look of horror: "Is this some kind of diversionary tactic, brother? You've got some serious military strategy!"
It's a pity that he's a bit of a useless fellow Daoist. Is it really okay to let him find Yang Jian?
Lei Zhenzi silently shook his head at Huang Tianhua: "Better to die for a fellow Daoist than for me. Mind your own business first!"
His move hit Nezha right where it hurts; at least Huang Tianhua felt that the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) was starting to loosen.
His body stretched, but his heart contracted inward. Cultivators, nourished by the spirit of heaven and earth, are acutely aware of even the slightest movement of grass and wind. When the first leaf trembled, when the first pebble rolled on the ground, things began to go wrong. The boy didn't answer, slowly lowering his head to look at the bite mark on his tiger's mouth. The mark had been enchanted, and it remained even after so much time. Nezha gently smoothed the mark left by the bite on his body. The two rings of fire burned fiercely, but after the initial commotion, both the leaf and the pebble quickly returned to calm.
“Alright,” Nezha said calmly and naturally, without a trace of anything unusual. He reached out to Lei Zhenzi and pulled him up from the ground. Lei Zhenzi was flattered and timidly tucked his wings behind him. He heard Nezha ask, “Which way did they go?”
Lei Zhenzi made a distinct swallowing sound and pointed in the direction the two had just left: "Over there."
Thank you.
Once Nezha's figure had completely disappeared, Huang Tianhua and Lei Zhenzi finally supported each other, letting out a long sigh of relief. Nezha was usually easy to get along with, always chatting and laughing with them. But this man was a smiling tiger; you couldn't touch his whiskers. A calm Nezha was even more frightening than one in a rage; when he looked at people, his eyes were dark and empty, devoid of any light.
"Thank goodness they're gone..."
Huang Tianhua, supporting Lei Zhenzi, gritted his teeth twice: "We can't all fall into the hands of the Li family... Let's go!"
He said, "Let's go settle accounts with those two treacherous people, Jinzha and Muzha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud explosion suddenly erupted from the spot. The two were startled and quickly looked down. It turned out that the leaf and stone that had just caused the fluctuation of Nezha's spiritual power had exploded into dust, leaving no trace of its body.
This misfortune was all the fault of Li Nezha's two elder brothers.
There's no reason for Lei Zhenzi not to respond to Huang Tianhua.
The young soldiers were playing around in the camp, while Lu Ya outside the camp had already made his first contact with Zhao Gongming.
The ancients valued martial ethics, and would engage in verbal sparring before actually fighting. There was no such thing as "I won't move until the enemy moves," since whoever broke through the enemy's defenses first made the first move.
When Yang Jian brought Ping Yu, Zhao Gongming was arguing with Lu Ya.
Pingyu covered his face and remained silent as he watched his master riding a donkey and reciting poetry on the battlefield.
"Pingyu doesn't seem worried about this battle?" Yang Jian looked at Zhao Gongming, who was enraged by Lu Ya's few words, and said, "This man wields the Golden Dragon Scissors. He even cut the sika deer of the Burning Lamp Daoist in half. He's very difficult to deal with."
“Master…” Ping Yu knew the original Investiture of the Gods and knew that her master had never been defeated, so she was naturally not worried. She carefully chose her words and was about to answer when she saw a flash of light on the battlefield. Before she could finish speaking, Lu Ya used the Rainbow Escape technique to leave.
To flee before even engaging in combat—that tactic is truly unique. Ping Yu stammered as he finished speaking, "He has his own way..."
Yang Jian stared in disbelief for a moment, then couldn't help but smile: "Uncle-Master Lu Ya is quite the wild fellow, no wonder he's an immortal who travels the Five Sacred Mountains."
A capable, unpretentious immortal who fights when he can and retreats when he should is indeed controversial. Ping Yu stood beside him with his arms crossed, forcing a helpless smile: "Master is indeed... both worldly and extraordinary, quite transcendent."
When Nezha arrived, he saw the two chatting and laughing.
Just as Lei Zhenzi had predicted.
He couldn't stand it any longer. The Wind-Fire Wheels went out of order and collided with a loud bang. The magical weapons struck each other, the sound like thunder. Ping Yu and Yang Jian were drawn to the sound and turned to look. They saw a flamboyant young man in red walking towards them. Ping Yu's anger subsided somewhat, and he subconsciously asked, "Nezha, what are you doing here...?"
This made the boy smile, his eyes narrowing like a cat's. Nezha instantly slipped between the two, towering over Ping Yu and shielding the girl behind him. His fingers, resting beside him, beckoned to Ping Yu: "Le'an, why didn't you tell me you were acquainted with Yang Jian?"
Pingyu looked at his radiant face, wondering why Nezha called her by her nickname.
Pingyu's nickname was known only to him and the Lin family, which gave him an advantage over Yang Jian. Nezha's words immediately distanced Pingyu from Yang Jian, subtly indicating the difference in their relationship through their form of address.
As for who is closer and who is less so, I hope he can understand his place.
They're all grown up now; there's no reason to hold hands like we did when we were kids. Pingyu didn't want him to hold her hand and tried to dodge. But Nezha, who was confronting Yang Jian, seemed to have eyes in his palms, accurately grabbing her fleeing hand. The boy forcefully squeezed his fingers between Pingyu's, interlocking their fingers.
Nezha grabbed their clasped hands and shook them at Yang Jian provocatively.
Yang Jian noticed their subtle interaction and replied with a smile, "We're not exactly acquainted."
"If you're not familiar with each other, why are you staying together?"
"It's just that Pingyu got lost and I happened to be passing by." The young man said naturally, as if he couldn't read the sarcasm in the boy's words: "When a newcomer enters the camp, someone has to take care of him."
“I have known her since childhood, and our families have been friends for generations. Our relationship is much better than that of someone I met once. I will take care of everything for her.”
"Is leaving someone in the camp to get lost three times considered responsible?"
After Yang Jian finished speaking, Nezha released Ping Yu's hand. The boy's smile widened, and he reached out to pull the girl into his embrace. Ping Yu was still angry with Nezha and stepped on his shoe.
Nezha raised an eyebrow but didn't react much.
He held Pingyu tightly in his arms, then said to Yang Jian, "I know you mean well, but since I'm already here..."
The boy raised his voice and said to him a second time, "It's best if you leave our business alone."
"Nezha!"
Pingyu grabbed his arm: "I asked Yang Jian to take me under his wing. As his disciple, I must be there to support Master in his first battle. Don't talk like that!"
Not only are they criticizing me, but now they're even speaking up for him.
Nezha pursed his lips and remained silent, his grip on her tightening, looking like a sulking dog.
Yang Jian was neither angry nor annoyed. In his view, Pingyu seemed to be afraid of Nezha, yet Nezha obeyed this woman. Apart from Taiyi Zhenren, Yang Jian had never seen Nezha so obedient in front of anyone else. How could ordinary childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree, achieve this level of obedience? The relationship between the two was truly intriguing, arousing a bit of gossip in the young man.
"Excuse me for asking, but..." He glanced at Ping Yu and Nezha twice, then asked curiously, "Are you two Daoist partners?"
Without hesitation, the two spoke in unison:
"yes."
"no!"
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