Chapter 52 What do you think of Pingyu and Nezha? ...
What's going on?
Pingyu was stunned by Li Jing's sudden attack. She subconsciously grabbed Nezha's other arm: "Nezha, didn't you say you were going to stay at my house?"
The girl's voice was very soft, and only Nezha heard it. He looked at Pingyu's worried face, then handed him the now-cold piece of lightning-struck wood: "Here you go."
Feeling ignored by the children, Li Jing felt his authority was being challenged.
A few days ago, he received a letter from Lin Dong, who told him everything and entrusted him to take care of his only daughter. Coincidentally, his subordinate, Nezha, returned to Chen Tang Pass with the girl. Neither of them returned to the Li residence, so he anxiously waited at the Lin residence for several days.
Today, the day has finally arrived.
During Nezha's absence, he also heard rumors about the youngest son in Chentang Pass. Although he didn't know why Nezha's reputation had suddenly improved, it was still a good name, which brought honor to the Li family.
He had many things he wanted to say to his reformed youngest son, but seeing him like this, his anger turned into an uncontrollable rage.
They still show no respect for their elders; it's unbecoming.
He went from grabbing to pulling, frowning as he said, "Did you hear what your father said? What kind of behavior is it to stay at someone else's house all the time? It's not like you don't have a place to stay in this mansion!"
Li Jing and Ping Yu snatched the weapon from the left and right, respectively, while Nezha quietly watched his father without saying a word.
Staring into those clear, black and white eyes, Li Jing loosened his grip slightly. Nezha had just fought with the Purple Earth God, and the blood and strange fragrance emanating from him gave him an eerie air. The man felt guilty, his mind filled with only the words "bastard son." Seeing Li Jing's increasingly grim expression, Ping Yu released Nezha's hand and instead grabbed Li Jing's. She said, "Uncle Li, it was my parents and I who invited Nezha to stay."
This casual remark shifted the problem to the adults, and Lin Dong smiled and put his arm around Li Jing's shoulder: "Yeah, big brother, I need your help!"
He couldn't refuse to give face to his sworn brother, so Li Jing let go of his hand with a sour face.
He asked, "I wonder what kind of problem Brother Lin has encountered that requires the help of my Nezha?"
"That's outrageously big!" Lin Dong winked at his wife, signaling her to take the children away. He then put his arm around Li Jing's shoulder and led him into the mansion: "What are you doing standing outside? Let's go inside and talk. It's been a long time since we brothers have caught up!"
Xue Yue'e led them to Pingyu's room and instructed them, "Pingyu, I've had some pastries brought over. You two can rest here for now. Your father will take care of Nezha's matter."
She turned to Nezha, who had no expression. The woman's warm palm patted his hair a few times, and she said, "Nezha, don't worry, your uncle and aunt will definitely keep you here."
Nezha nodded.
Pingyu clenched his fist: "Go, Dad and Mom!"
The woman smiled and stepped out of the door: "Okay, good luck."
The slaves outside the door took the opportunity to step forward and place the snacks and tea they were carrying on the table.
The round cakes on the tray were golden and plump. They were made from steamed and pounded millet into a paste, filled with a filling, and then baked. Some flower petals were placed inside, so that the fragrance of flowers and grains mingled and blended in the room, even easing the tightness between Nezha's brows. With the door closed, the fragrance inside was even more intense.
Pingyu, holding Nezha's hand, said, "Do you know the rules of my house?"
"What?"
Her eyes widened in anxiety.
Pfft, Nezha laughed.
The Hun Tian Ling floated on the bed surface, and he sat on the red silk, explaining, "There is blood on my body."
Pingyu's mattress was clean and white; he didn't want to get it dirty.
Nezha's mood began to improve, and she pressed on. Pingyu took a plate from the table and placed the pastries in front of him: "The second rule of my room is that you are not allowed to leave any pastries behind!"
Smelling the sweetness, Nezha picked up a pastry and examined it from all angles.
"You have so many rules."
"Is it delicious?" Nezha liked it, and Pingyu was happy too. She picked up a piece as well, and proudly told him, "My rule is the rule of deliciousness and the rule of comfort!"
"I told my parents about these snacks. I heard they're selling like hotcakes in Chaoge, and the demand can't keep up with the supply!"
During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, there weren't many pastries; most were candied fruits preserved in honey. This is precisely why the Lin family's pastry shop, which frequently introduced new dishes, was so popular.
Nezha ate two before stopping, and as he watched the little hamster eat, he rested his chin on his hand and asked Pingyu, "Do you think your parents can succeed?"
"Liar Nezha snorted and jumped off the Hun Tian Ling (a magical sash). He couldn't stay still; he had to find out for himself: 'I'm leaving.'"
Where to?
"Eavesdropping." The boy turned around. "Are you coming or not?"
Ping Yu wiped his hands, tucked the plate into his coat, and nodded emphatically: "Let's go!"
If you're going to eat melons, you can't leave without snacks.
The two adults were talking in the main hall, some distance from Pingyu's room. When they arrived, their casual conversation had just ended, and the people inside were getting down to business. Nezha took out two concealment talismans and stuck them on his and the girl's heads. They floated out, peering through the doorway to listen to the conversation.
Lin Dong said, "Brother, do you know what we should do to save Pingyu's life?"
Li Jing had only provided shelter for the girl and knew nothing of the details. He shook his head, listening as Lin Dong recounted everything. Now he knew everything, from the help of the Twenty-Four Ghosts to Nezha's assistance. The man looked surprised at the end.
"Will Nezha help her?"
So, it seems that Nezha was the one who initially saved Pingyu at the Li family mansion. Li Jing's feelings became somewhat complicated; he had never seen Nezha be so kind to anyone. Lin Dong nodded: "Whether it's Yue'e, Pingyu, or me, none of the three of us are capable of dealing with demons. If you, elder brother, are willing to lend Nezha, that would be the best."
“That’s alright,” Li Jing said. “But… why can’t you stay at my Li residence? My Li residence has a protective barrier set up by the Taiyi Zhenren, which provides an extra layer of protection.”
"I've already discussed with Yue'e that we'll set up a shop for the two of you." Lin Dong pushed the tea away. "It's too late to find out about the Twenty-Four Ghosts on our own. We'll set up a shop to help the people of Chentang Pass with their supernatural matters, which will be faster. Besides, we were fortunate enough to be saved by Nezha, so we'd like to keep him at our residence for a few days."
"There's no need to be so polite among family," Li Jing thought to himself, convinced that as long as Nezha didn't cause trouble for others, that was enough.
"One thing at a time."
It seemed that the answer to whether Nezha should stay or leave had been decided, but the two children outside, each holding a millet cake, looked at each other in bewilderment.
Do you know?
When asked, Pingyu shook his head vigorously, saying, "I don't know!"
What kind of shop? What kind of shop deals with matters concerning ghosts and spirits?
I can understand each word individually, but when they're put together, they sound so unfamiliar.
Nezha, on the other hand, found it quite interesting.
Ping Yu, bewildered, suddenly found her hands empty; Nezha had picked up the plate and placed it on her head.
"Anyway, we'll know in a couple of days. We'll wait for your parents to tell us."
"So where do we go next?"
Pingyu took the plate and handed it to the slave, then casually tore off the concealing talisman.
Seeing the plate inexplicably float into his hand, the slave was about to scream when he saw his mistress appear the next moment.
This up-and-down motion almost gave him a heart attack.
Give me your lightning-struck wood.
Lightning-struck wood...
It's what Nezha just stuffed into my hands!
It was enchanted by Nezha and was only the size of a palm when it was given to Pingyu. After the boy undoed the spell he had cast, the piece of wood was as long as an adult's forearm.
Their conversation was paused inside the underground palace, but now that they have free time, they can continue it at the Lin residence.
Nezha easily picked up the piece of wood and asked, "Do you want to use it as a weapon or jewelry?"
Jewelry can be used for protection, like the magical beads Pingyu wore before. It was lost in Cihangwu, so Nezha must stay by her side at all times, otherwise it would be dangerous for him to be alone. Lightning-struck wood is an excellent material for forging artifacts; even the least skilled immortal can obtain excellent finished products using it.
Pingyu thought for a moment and then made his decision: "I want weapons!"
During the battle with the Purple Earth, she understood that the best defense is actually counterattack. She didn't want to always be under protection; she wanted to have the power to take the initiative in her enemies. Nezha agreed with this: "That's what I think too. Weapons are more suitable for you. As for the talisman, I'll find you one later."
"What weapon should I use?" She knew nothing about these things, only what looked cool: "A knife? A sword? A bow?"
“They’re too heavy for you,” Nezha rejected them. “If you really want to use them, we can talk about it later. Right now, we need to choose a more suitable one… a small knife, how about that?”
Ping Yu watched as he gestured a number with his hands and continued, "These lightning-struck woods can be made into thirty-six flying blades. They are lightweight, agile, and excellent for both surprise attacks and defense, and they are also easy to carry. I will teach you how to control them with spiritual power, and they can even fly."
The last sentence struck a chord with Pingyu.
She imagined herself wielding thirty-six knives in an attack, and exhaled heavily through her nose: "I want this!"
Please, we're all Chinese, who can resist flying on a sword and the return of ten thousand swords to their source?
The route back to Pingyu's courtyard requires passing through Xue Yue'e's courtyard.
They had just passed by when they simultaneously turned back.
Because Xue Yue'e and Lady Yin were talking.
The two looked at each other, then crouched down at the door like thieves.
"This isn't a good idea," she thought guiltily, and quickly reattached the talisman to her forehead.
Nezha remained silent, reaching out to peel off the talisman. Pingyu quickly covered her forehead and breathed on him, "What are you doing!"
"Saying one thing and meaning another."
He laughed at her.
Having eavesdropped once, the two were already quite adept at their job.
The sound could be clearly heard coming from inside the door:
Xue Yue'e affectionately took Yin's hand.
"You still remember I'm your older sister?" Madam Yin scolded, "Why didn't you look for me when you went to risk your life? I read your letter of entrustment, and I cried for three days straight. Look, my eyes are still red!" She showed Xue Yue'e her eyelids, which were indeed still swollen and red. Xue Yue'e knew she was in the wrong and was willing to listen to the scolding. She shook Madam Yin's hand, and the two women inside the house spoke intimately to each other like little girls: "Good sister, you're alright now, aren't you? It's all thanks to Pingyu and Nezha! If Nezha hadn't brought Pingyu to look for us, my husband and I would probably have really perished there."
Xue Yue'e told them the details, and Ping Yu and Nezha felt sleepy after listening.
Just as they were about to leave, Lady Yin suddenly asked after listening to her sisters' words, "What do you think of my son Nezha?"
!
Is it difficult to speak ill of others?
Ping quickened her pace to leave, but her wrist was grabbed. Nezha pulled her back to where she was, binding the girl there like a nail.
"That......"
Lady Yin smiled and threw out another sentence:
What do you think of Pingyu and Nezha?
Author's note: I took my younger brother to see Luo Xiaohei today, and he's already completely captivated by Nezha.
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Actually, Nezha doesn't know how to forge weapons. Fast forward to "Master is still awake".
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