Chapter 5 005 (Content added) Cat's Thread
I admit that I'm a bit sarcastic. But what have I done wrong? I'm just an ordinary carp. If someone more capable than me were to catch me and make me into West Lake vinegar fish, I would die with regret.
In fact, everyone understands this truth, but the gap in strength is there, and the strong exploit the weak. This has been the case throughout history.
Moreover, can man resist God?
Nezha remained silent and said nothing. After all, he was still a teenager, and it was natural for him to have self-doubt if he didn't get positive feedback.
"Spend less time on internal conflict and more time on finding trouble for others."
Otherwise, why would I be a carefree little carp?
I yawned and ignored him, waiting for the dream to end. However, dawn came, and the dream had not yet ended. I was still in Nezha's bedroom, and the rain was still falling outside, the sound of the raindrops dripping with impatience.
Nezha sat on the couch for half the night. Seeing that I was still there, he asked, "Why are you still here?"
I wonder, too. It's so strange. Dreams should end at dawn. But I'm still here. What about the little carp in the lotus pond? I wonder if the little lotus will think I'm dead and start mourning its friend.
Honestly, I'm no longer sure what I am. I'm not just an ordinary little carp; I seem to have secrets I don't know. Just like why I saw the little lotus in my dreams, that's also a secret.
Having immersed myself in online romance for years, it's hard not to extrapolate my current experiences to those narratives. For example, I actually traveled back in time to Chentangguan during the late Shang Dynasty, perhaps as a spirit, and somehow met Nezha. He experienced Nezha slaying the dragon, the Four Seas Dragon Kings questioning him, and Nezha's suicide. Perhaps Nezha died, and I was finally reincarnated, but as a koi fish, losing my memories, meeting Little Lotus, and then returning to the past in a dream... Come on, this romance trope is so clichéd. Would any author actually use this kind of setup these days?
Wait…why do I remember this so clearly in my mind?
Well, my mind is always occupied by this kind of stuff.
It's over. I no longer have any expectations for my IQ.
I slumped over the long table, feeling somewhat hopeless. Yes, I couldn't touch people, but I could touch objects they weren't, like the long table. Perhaps inanimate objects could be touched.
During this time, the maid from the general's mansion brought breakfast. It looked like porridge, but it didn't look like rice. There were also some pickled vegetables that were hard to identify and some dried meat that looked like some kind of meat. It looked very unappetizing.
The maid was also very afraid of Nezha. After putting down her breakfast, she carefully retreated to the door and closed it quietly.
Nezha didn't eat much breakfast.
“It would be really embarrassing if my stomach suddenly growled during a fight,” I whispered.
Sharp eyes shot at me, but I seemed to have no hope and continued to flip the flower rope.
It was so boring and I didn't want to go out on a rainy day, so I had to stay in Nezha's bedroom. I requisitioned his hairband to make a rope, and he tied his hair with a gold ring.
The Qiankun Circle is really useful.
At first, I was just trying it out, but he just paused and lent me the headband. I didn't hesitate, tied a knot at both ends of the headband, and then started to play with the flower rope.
I know quite a lot of tricks.
Anyway, after reincarnation, my memories are full of these useless things.
Nezha sat on the couch, his horse and sword in hand, polishing the tip of his flaming spear. The shiny tip gleamed coldly, as if he was excited for the next battle.
The breakfast on the table was finished, and I chuckled to myself. Then I secretly glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and he actually caught my little movement.
I raised my hands and extended an invitation: "Want to play with me?"
"childish."
…
"Look, hook these two lines with your pinky finger, then flip your hands downwards and it will form a five-pointed star."
Nezha certainly hadn't jumped over a flower rope before, but he was a quick learner. His initial clumsiness and current proficiency clearly showed his natural talent.
When her little finger was hooking the ropes on both sides, it accidentally brushed against the palm of his hand, gently and with a slight itchy feeling.
Then I realized that I could actually touch him.
What's the logic behind this? I looked up at Nezha's expression, but found that the look between his brows wasn't one of contemplation, but rather of astonishment.
What is he staring at?
"Could it be that we can meet through a medium?" This is the only explanation I can come up with.
Nezha didn't answer me. After a long while, he said, "Maybe."
I don't think he cared about it at all.
After that, I carefully avoided his hand, and suddenly I heard him ask, "Do you play this often?"
"I played it when I was a child, but I stopped playing it later." I said casually.
"Why don't you play anymore?"
"If there's something more fun, I'll naturally stop playing."
"Is there anything more fun than this?"
"That's a lot."
"Where are you from? Why have I never played this?"
"It's far away." I watched his new tricks and found that no matter how I tried, nothing worked. Damn, is this the novice protection period?
However, before I could come up with a response, Nezha put away his headband and said, "I'm done playing." He stood up, glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and said,
"Go back to your hometown, don't stay in Chentangguan anymore."
I know he means well, but...
"I can't go back." I raised my hand to touch his fingers, and they passed through without any surprise.
I smiled and said, "You see, without a medium I can't touch you. Actually, you're right, I'm really similar to a ghost."
His pupils shrank slightly, "You..."
At this moment, a maid said softly outside: "Third Master, the Lord wants to see you."
Nezha frowned slightly: "I know, you go down."
I could vaguely hear footsteps leaving.
"Maybe your father wants to talk to you about the East China Sea." It simply means that Nezha wants to apologize to the East China Sea.
Nezha handed me the ribbon and said, "Wait here, don't leave the room."
"good."
Shortly after Nezha left, I quietly waited for him in my room, my hairband tied in a bow on my wrist. Then, in a flash, I came back, so unexpectedly.
Most of the petals of the small lotus have opened. At this rate, they will all be in full bloom in a few days.
I tried asking Little Lotus if it remembered anything from its past life, but it said it remembered some things, some things not, and its memory was very mixed. It seemed like it would take a while for it to be resurrected before it could remember everything.
Nezha will leave after his resurrection, with his own ambitions, while I remain the lone carp in this lotus pond. The thought of that day coming brings a strange sense of loss. It's strange. I still remember the words of comfort I gave to the little lotus, but why, now that it's my turn, do I become so hypocritical?
So I felt a little listless these few days. Xiao Lianhua asked me about it, but I was too embarrassed to tell her.
Alas, I can only let nature take its course.
There's no harm in being a carp anyway.
Little Lotus always relentlessly urged me to cultivate to become a spirit, but I was too lazy to even think about it. And I had no one to tell me how. I asked Little Lotus, but it remained silent. All I could say was that some things are innate. I was a latecomer, completely lost. So Little Lotus consoled me by saying I could ask his master, Taiyi Zhenren, for guidance. However, since my reincarnation, I've never met Taiyi Zhenren. The only thing I imagined was the sage-like, white-bearded old man from movies and TV series.
However, when I actually met Taiyi Zhenren, I admitted that it was a bit early to say that.
I bit the lotus leaf, "You didn't say your master is a handsome guy!"
Little Lotus: ...
Taiyi Zhenren is a handsome man with white hair and a youthful face. Although it breaks my traditional image of Taiyi Zhenren in all movies and TV shows, it fits the image of a cold and aloof master in the fairy tales I imagined.
His figure is like a crane, his Taoist robe is flowing, he wears a lotus crown on his head, holds a whisk in his hand, and his eyes are full of the kindness of an old father.
The word "Master" expresses all the grievances and dependence.
This was the first time the little lotus had seen its master since it regained consciousness, and the kindness in Taiyi Zhenren's eyes was so strong that it almost dripped with water.
I was quietly waiting for the master and disciple to continue their conversation, when I inadvertently saw a crane that had been here before flying towards me. I was disturbed by its long beak and quickly turned around and dived into the pond.
It seemed like it was teasing me. Whenever it was about to catch me, it would suddenly let go, but when I swam far away, it would suddenly speed up again.
This is too bad, really too bad! How could Taiyi Zhenren raise such a bad crane?!
I wanted to shout for help from Little Lotus, but before I could open my mouth, a lotus stem tied up the crane tightly and threw it out.
I stared at this scene in amazement. This is its master's mount, how could it be so disrespectful?
"Little Lotus!"
I quickly swam up, and as soon as I reached the surface, the little lotus caught me on a lotus leaf and asked its master, "Master, are there any drawbacks to A-Yu's way of cultivation?"
I:……
I thought I hadn't even started practicing yet. Little Lotus's ability to lie with its eyes open was truly astonishing. No, Little Lotus didn't have eyes to begin with.
Taiyi Zhenren chuckled, glanced at me playfully, flicked his whisk, and pointed at the little lotus: "You little brat, you haven't even been reborn yet, yet you're concerned about others." Immediately, he looked at me again, his eyes kind, "Your name is A Yu, right? Come here..."
I looked at the little lotus, and seeing it nodded slightly, I jumped over without hesitation.
Taiyi Zhenren waved his whisk lightly, and I floated in the air, wrapped in a bubble.
"I think this spirit fish is the product of innate spiritual energy. I do know something about its origins, but I cannot reveal the secrets..." Taiyi Zhenren muttered mysteriously. Then he added, "If that's the case, I can offer some advice... Refining essence into energy is not as good as cultivating the golden elixir internally. Seeking various techniques is not as good as accumulating merit externally. Follow the way of heaven, and all things will follow naturally..."
I:……
I understand it, but not completely. I feel like I need to grow my brain.
Seeing me like this, Taiyi Zhenren seemed to understand something. He tapped my brow and sighed, "You're such a dull fish."
Me: ...Why are you scolding the fish for no reason?
Taiyi Zhenren has an unfathomable look:
"Forget it, forget it. I'm afraid your chance as a little fish is not in Qianyuan Mountain."
Little Lotus asked, "Master, what does this mean?"
Taiyi Zhenren closed his eyes and stroked his beard, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Follow the will of heaven, and everything will follow naturally..."
I hate riddlers like you the most!
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