Even the dim-witted Cleansing Altar Messenger couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment:
"What a treasure! Laozi has always cherished this Nanding Fire and never showed it to anyone, yet you, Erlang Shen, managed to get one! If I were to lower myself and become your nephew, would you give me, Old Pig, one too?"
Hearing this, Xu Milu's heart stirred slightly. Although she did not know the origin of the Nanding Divine Fire, she understood that the Nanding Fire must be an extraordinary treasure. Erlang Shen casually said that he "got one", but there must have been many twists and turns in it.
But those were matters for the elders, none of her business as a junior. Since Sun Wukong said he could accept her, Xu Milu didn't hesitate at all and readily bowed.
"Uncle, please accept my bow."
She didn't feel embarrassed at all. Apart from Chenxiang, everyone present was old enough to be her ancestor several times over. What was there to be ashamed of?
"Get up quickly, good child. Chenxiang and I are blood relatives. You take care of him every day. We are family. There is no need for such formalities. This Nanding Fire was prepared for you. It doesn't matter if you don't call me."
Yang Jian's eyes gleamed with excitement. He gave Xu Milu a light boost before giving Nezha a hearty smile:
"Brother Nezha, it's been a long time. I heard that the Jade Emperor ordered you to go to the Eastern Continent to capture demons, but I didn't expect to see you here."
Nezha and Yang Jian were colleagues. Although the former had to be summoned to the palace because of his relationship with Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, and had to go to the Heavenly Court to report for duty every once in a while, while the latter was summoned but not summoned, the two often met, so they could be considered half old friends.
"He's just a troublesome drought demon, already taken to the Heavenly Court for trial. But you, why aren't those female immortals entangled with you today..."
Nezha looked Yang Jian up and down, then suddenly realized, "So it was you who took the Ghost Needle Flower. No wonder those dragon girls didn't know you were here."
"Today I only wish to drink and chat with the Great Sage and take a good look at my nephew. It would be unpleasant if others disturbed me."
Yang Jian laughed heartily, his gaze towards Chen Xiang filled with exceptional affection:
"He and his mother are blood relatives, born of the same mother. How could I just stand by and watch him wander the world, all alone? Fortunately, there is still a glimmer of hope... Let's not talk about it anymore. Brother Nezha, let's drink! Let's drink three cups together!"
"You cunning scoundrel Erlang, you didn't show any sincerity when you drank earlier. You tricked me, Old Pig, into drinking quite a lot of wine. No, no, let's have another round!"
"Hehe! You fool, you drink like a cow, wasting such good wine. Disciple, bring more wine!"
"Gentlemen, I really can't drink anymore. I have important matters to attend to today. How about Brother Nezha drinks it for me?"
"Are you buying a sheep? If so, I'll drink."
The Clean Altar Messenger relentlessly tried to force-feed Yang Jian wine. Sun Wukong tumbled down from the pavilion to tend the fire. Yang Jian repeatedly refused but was still forced to drink a bellyful of wine. Nezha took advantage of the chaos to promote the sheep from the Third Prince's palace. Ah Chou took advantage of the fact that no one was watching and took a big gulp of wine before falling into a deep sleep.
As night deepened, the stars in the sky and the lanterns on the river reflected each other's light. Peach blossoms fell into the water, creating ripples. The guests were enjoying themselves, and the air was filled with laughter and joy.
As they drank, no one knew who got drunk first. Xu Milu couldn't remember how much she had drunk either. She only knew that she was lying under a peach tree, half-asleep, when she heard Sun Wukong banging his clapper and singing loudly, Yang Jian keeping time, and Nezha flying wildly in the sky on his Wind Fire Wheels.
Red Boy rode a pig and chased Mo Xuan all over the sky. Eleventh Sister got drunk and hugged a weasel. The wisteria growing on the bank sprouted several new leaves, rustling in the wind.
William seemed to be quite drunk, carrying Fanny on his back as they sat atop the lava whale, gazing at the stars. Liu Peiqiang and O'Fran, one an elf and the other alike, were completely intoxicated, engaging in a slapping contest. Xu Minian chatted with the utterly drunken Black and White Impermanence, appearing to be three close friends despite their age difference. Zhang Cang clung to a tree trunk, wailing and howling, and loudly sang "I'll Love You Till I Die" in front of a group of fox spirits...
The scene was chaotic and bizarre, almost like a dream.
Tomorrow should be a good day.
Xu Milu yawned slowly and fell into a deep sleep against the sandalwood.
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