Chapter 4 damaged her brain.
Water streamed into his ears, sealing his mouth and nose, and Pingyu instinctively struggled to sit up.
Bang!
Could I have a concussion?
Pingyu covered his head, thinking in a daze.
She'd only bumped her forehead; it shouldn't have given her a splitting headache. Yet, she felt as if a stick was piercing through her head and into her brain, violently stirring and pounding. Ping increasingly felt that her body was barely better than a person made of paper. After all, the old man she'd bumped into seemed perfectly fine!
Her memories of the period after she fell into a coma and her memories of when she was awake are almost completely fragmented. Pingyu only remembers that Nezha knocked her unconscious, and that she was almost eaten by a python demon after entering a dream.
Thrilling and exhausting, both physically and mentally.
Fortunately, she had returned to reality, though she didn't know why she had ended up in the guest room of the Li family residence, having gone from the main hall. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the curtains on the canopy bed had been drawn back, revealing two figures standing against the light.
Who is it?
As Pingyu peered in, his eyelids lifted, just as the old man straightened up, allowing Pingyu to see his face clearly. He had his hair tied in two buns and wore a Taoist robe. If it weren't for the fact that he was grimacing and rubbing his forehead, he would have looked quite like a sage.
The fact that an elderly man dressed as a Taoist priest would appear at the Li residence makes his identity quite obvious.
Pingyu saw him flick his whisk, his snow-white beard draped like thick snow in the crook of his arm.
Then, the old man reached out his hand to her again.
Those hands were long and fair, not withered like those of an old man, but no different from those of a young man.
Whether out of dullness or obliviousness to the pain, the girl didn't flinch. When the old man's fingertips touched her forehead, Pingyu asked, "Old man, are you Nezha's master?"
"It seems you're not only tough-minded, but also quite perceptive." A warm current flowed from the old man's fingertips into her brain, and even the intense pain dissipated considerably.
He smiled kindly and joked with the girl.
This was Pingyu's first close encounter with the "magical arts" of this world. She touched her forehead and was amazed to find that the bump that had appeared from the earlier collision had disappeared.
Is this what a deity is like?
With just a wave of his sleeve, he could heal injuries that would normally require over a month of medicine. Ping Yu honestly replied, "Because healing injuries without herbs is something only immortals can do."
"Just because of this?" asked Master Taiyi.
"That's all," the girl replied. After speaking, she looked around and found Nezha nowhere to be seen. Feeling strange, she asked again, "What about the Third Young Master? Didn't he come?"
Could it be that Master Taiyi didn't come because of his beloved disciple?
"That wretched child is here!"
Pingyu heard a loud shout.
She was startled, wondering who was so bold as to call Nezha "a wicked child" in front of Taiyi Zhenren. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Then she saw the two figures backlit by the light approach, and as the distance between them decreased, the shadows on their faces disappeared like black water. Next, a man and a woman stood beside the couch.
The woman's face was as red as cinnabar, while the man's face was full of anger, like a volcano about to erupt.
It's over! It's the enraged Li Jing.
This small room brought together all the important figures of Qiantang Pass.
The two turned to the side, showing Ping Yu the view that had been obscured behind them.
Nezha knelt down, his Hun Tian Ling lying listlessly on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Pingyu's scalp instantly flared up.
No wonder I didn't see anyone; they were kneeling on the ground.
Li Jing glanced at Ping Yu, whose face was full of illness, and then glared angrily at his youngest son who was kneeling and bowing his head.
He hadn't expected that upon arriving at the scene after receiving news from a servant that lightning had struck Nezha's courtyard, he would find Pingyu unconscious on his own child's bed. Nezha sat before her, cross-legged, performing hand seals, his spirit departing from his body. Li Jing, being a disciple of an immortal, naturally knew that the two were subduing demons in a dream. The lightning strike had likely been attracted for this reason. He was both shocked and frightened; firstly, he worried about what would happen to Pingyu and how he would explain it to his brothers; secondly, he was furious at Nezha's audacity in daring to leave his body without protection…
If the lightning had struck the house that day, the two of them would probably be dead already!
He was determined to force Nezha to come and apologize, to teach the boy a lesson for his unruly nature. But then he heard the girl on the bed ask in surprise, "Third Young Master, why did you fall to the ground...? Did you exhaust your energy while fighting the demon and become so weak?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nezha suddenly raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.
She's speaking up for me!?
Li Jing was stunned. He frowned and asked, "Pingyu, what do you mean by this?"
"Pingyu was dreaming of a python demon, and he was almost eaten. At the crucial moment, the Third Young Master came to his rescue, shattering the python demon's vital point with his golden ring... that's how Pingyu was saved." Since the lie was already out in her mouth, the girl had no choice but to continue. Her story was a mix of truth and falsehood, and it became increasingly convincing. Finally, she naturally feigned confusion, lifting the covers as if to get up: "Wasn't everyone gathered in Pingyu's room because of this?"
Is it because of this?
Li Jing's anger subsided, but his mood became strange.
The reason they gathered around Pingyu's bedside today was entirely because they wanted to apologize for the mischievous Nezha. As parents, they were well aware of their youngest son's temperament. As she said, "helping out" was probably just a side effect; their real intention was to use Pingyu to summon ghosts and demons.
However... it is said that cultivating the Tao begins with cultivating the mind. During the time that the child followed the Immortal Taiyi in seeking immortality and asking questions, it is possible that he has changed his nature.
Could it be that we really misunderstood Nezha?
Hearing that her youngest son had saved someone, Madam Yin was overjoyed.
She knew her own flesh and blood. Nezha wasn't a bad person, just a little mischievous. They say children become more sensible as they grow older, so she asked expectantly, "Nezha, is what Pingyu said true?"
Nezha raised his head and chuckled dryly twice: "Yes, yes, I guess so."
The boy felt very guilty when faced with his mother's question.
Because his father was right to scold him. Although he did save Pingyu, his initial intention was indeed to use him as bait to lure the demon. Nezha didn't understand why Pingyu would lie, and why he did it so seriously, making it impossible for anyone to see through his lie.
For some reason, the image of Ping Yu's headache flashed before Nezha's eyes. He remembered that when he saved her, he had indeed shattered the girl's sea of consciousness... Could it be! Nezha thought of a possibility and felt a rare sense of fear, looking at Ping Yu with a terrified expression.
Pingyu was not lying.
Pingyu, however, was completely unaware of Nezha's thoughts and remained steadfast in his conviction: "Third Young Master truly lives up to his reputation as a disciple of an immortal. He subdued that terrifying monster in no time. He is a young hero, exceptionally brave and valiant. I will never forget your life-saving grace."
After a series of attacks, Li Jing could no longer hold back.
The more radiant Madam Yin's face was, the more complex the man's expression became.
Realizing he might have really made a blunder, Li Jing faced Nezha with a mixture of emotions, wanting to say something but unable to. He was both pleased that Nezha had done a good deed and found it difficult to admit his mistake, as he had wronged the child.
Fortunately, Nezha didn't care what Li Jing was thinking.
The boy just wanted to hold onto Pingyu and find out everything she was thinking.
Master Taiyi stroked his beard and remained silent, having observed the scene in quiet contemplation. Seeing the red silk ribbons fluttering behind the Li couple, he figured the performance was nearing its end.
He spoke up at the opportune moment: "Nezha is my disciple. It is only natural for him to encounter demons and slay them."
Nezha and Pingyu nodded to each other.
That's right! That's right!
The immortal paused here, and Pingyu felt Taiyi Zhenren's gaze linger on him for a moment. Then, he continued, "What I am about to say concerns this girl's fate. If you two wish to stay and listen, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate."
"What the immortal says is true." Li Jing, having found a way out, let out a long sigh of relief: "Since the immortal has something to say, then my wife and I will take our leave."
Lady Yin followed Li Jing out of the room. She carefully closed the door and dismissed the maids waiting outside.
At this point, only three people remained inside the room.
Seeing his parents leave, Nezha could no longer contain himself. He rushed to the bed and raised his hands to support Pingyu's cheeks.
Pingyu looked at the boy squeezing her soft cheeks together in confusion, like a puppy with its muzzle pinched.
"Master, please take a look at her!"
His voice sounded extremely urgent, as if the girl in his arms had contracted a life-threatening illness.
Ping Yu was just starting to feel moved when Nezha finished the sentence:
"I think I damaged this guy's brain!"
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