Ever since Daji entered the palace, Di Xin had ignored the court's affairs. His personality had become more and more tyrannical. He had killed ministers, destroyed pillars, created cannons, and dug pots. He had caused the South Continent to be in chaos.
Empress Jiang's tragic death was still brewing. The eastern marquis, Jiang Hengchu, was summoned to Chaoge City. He was framed and tortured to death.
Jiang Hengchu's son, Jiang Wenhuan, inherited his father's position. He swore to avenge his father and led the heroes to rebel. He stationed troops in front of the Wandering Soul Pass and attacked bitterly every day. There were countless casualties inside and outside the Wandering Soul Pass …
Li Jing of Chentang Pass was rather concerned about this matter.
Ever since the Marquis of Dongbo rebelled against the Shang Dynasty, Chentang Pass had been under martial law every day. He recruited troops and trained them every day, waiting for the order from Chaoge.
Li Jing was not a marquis. He was just the commander of a pass. Although he had a large number of troops, he did not have a token or an edict. He could not send troops without permission.
He was also a loyal and filial son. When he saw that the people in the world were living in misery because of the war, he was a little worried. He stayed in the military camp and was busy with military matters. He rarely returned home.
Previously, Nezha had been taught a lesson by Yang Jian and had really restrained himself for a few days.
That day, he sneaked into his father's study to play and saw a few silk paintings of little people fighting at the bottom of the box.
How could Little Nezha understand that? He excitedly took it to his mother to present it as a treasure. He was scolded by his mother and beaten up by his father after he found out. Therefore, he was rather indignant.
If he was given an explanation, he, the son of Li Jing of Chentang Pass and a natural immortal, could naturally swallow his anger.
However, his mother only scolded him for always making random choices at a young age. His father did not say what he did wrong and spanked him without any explanation.
How could Little Nezha tolerate that?
He sneaked into his father's study again and wanted to cause a little trouble to embarrass his father. However, he saw the jade invitation on the desk.
After looking at it carefully for a long time, Nezha realized that he could not read. He put away the invitation and quietly threw it into the depths of the East Ocean …
Li Jing could not find the invitation. The servants and maidservants at home were all beaten. Seeing that the matter had blown up, Nezha simply ran out to play for a few days.
Li Jing could not find Nezha. He knew that Nezha had taken away the invitation that he had not obtained easily. He was furious for a few days and beat Nezha up.
After two rounds of beating and scolding, the hard work that Yang Jian had tried to persuade him earlier instantly turned into flowing water, never to return …
Yang Jian didn't know about this. When he arrived in the sky above Chentang Pass, he scanned it with his Divine Sense and saw Little Nezha swaggering through the streets with a few servants.
The passersby in the surroundings made way for him, and the peddlers did not dare to look directly at him. He was really like a bully.
"This brat." Yang Jian was really speechless. He landed directly and used the transformation technique to enter a restaurant. He waited quietly for Little Nezha to walk past on the street.
It had been a long time since they last met. Nezha did not seem to have grown much. He was still wearing the same red hood and blue pants. There was a longevity lock on his neck and a Universe Ring on his wrist.
The difference was that the original braids had been replaced with two horns, making it look even more adorable.
At that moment, Nezha's face was abnormally arrogant, like a mountain king patrolling his territory.
"Little Young Master, are you hungry?" The steward of the Li Residence lowered his head and asked, "The dishes in the restaurant in front are not bad."
"Hmph, I don't think I'm hungry. You guys are hungry, right?" Little Nezha pursed his lips. "Go and eat. I'll stroll on the streets by myself."
"How can that do?" The steward smiled awkwardly and followed beside the young master obediently. He did not dare to say anything.
If Little Nezha returned and complained to his wife, they would lose their jobs and could only return to the fields outside the pass to farm.
When he passed by the restaurant, Little Nezha seemed to have sensed something. He looked up and saw a chicken drumstick fall from the sky and hit his forehead.
Smack!
The chicken drumstick stuck to Nezha's face. Little Nezha seemed to have been petrified. He stood there with his hands behind his back and did not seem to be in a good state.
A few servants hurriedly shouted, "Ouch!"
"Young Master! Are you alright, Young Master? This chicken drumstick … "
"Who threw a chicken drumstick!?! Do you know who you hit!?! "
"Shut up! What are you shouting for?! "
Little Nezha scolded childishly. The group of servants hurriedly lowered their heads.
He removed the chicken drumstick from his face and held it in his hand. He looked at the open window on the fourth floor of the restaurant and leaped up. He landed on the windowsill.
The guests who were dining on the fourth floor were stunned. Many of them knew Nezha. They immediately lowered their heads and turned their bodies in panic. They did not dare to look at the little devil.
"Who threw the chicken drumstick?" Nezha raised his hand and took a sniff of the chicken drumstick. He opened his mouth and took a bite.
Tsk, it tastes not bad.
"Who threw the chicken drumstick? I'll ask you again! " Little Nezha shouted vaguely, "A man should take responsibility for what he did. I won't hit you. I just want you to come over and apologize to me!"
He heard a chuckle from the corner. Nezha looked over and saw a yellow-robed figure sitting with his back facing him.
"Who threw the chicken drumstick at my Junior Brother? I'll ask for you too. How about that? "
Upon hearing that voice, Little Nezha froze while chewing on the chicken drumstick. When he saw the yellow-robed man turn his head, his face instantly collapsed.
Little Nezha turned around and was about to jump down from the window sill. However, a Xuanqi hand grabbed him and pulled him into a corner before throwing him onto a chair.
Yang Jian scolded jokingly, "Why are you running when you see me?"
"I …" Nezha scratched his head and did not dare to look at Yang Jian.
After he threw the invitation away, he realized that Yang Jian had sent someone to his father to invite him to the wedding in the East Ocean.
Nezha harbored resentment after Li Jing beat him up. However, Nezha was afraid that he would delay Yang Jian's wedding. Therefore, he had always felt that he had let Yang Jian down.
However, how could he say that?
Although Li Jing's Dharma powers were inferior to his, he was his father. He could beat him up. Anyway, he only felt aggrieved and did not feel much pain.
However, Yang Jian was much more powerful than him. If he told him about that, Yang Jian would also beat him up … Wouldn't his skin and flesh really be torn apart?
Yang Jian slowly picked up a mouthful of food. "Aren't you going to call for help?"
"Senior … Senior Brother." Little Nezha felt uncomfortable and sat there awkwardly.
The guests were stunned at first before they burst into laughter. They were not afraid of immortals. Seeing that someone could suppress the Little Demon King, they clapped their hands faster.
Nezha glared at the customers angrily. The laughter stopped abruptly. All of them lowered their heads to eat and did not dare to laugh again.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Junior Brother, you're really dignified."
"Of course." Nezha was unusually arrogant. He waved his small fists and said, "This is what I achieved with my punches and kicks! Hmph, I won't hurt them. I'll let them suffer a little. They will naturally be afraid of me. "
"Do you like it when people are afraid of you?"
"Of course … Hehe, I'm not that happy." Little Nezha waved his hand and pouted gloomily. "It's just that it's too boring in the residence. I have nothing to do every day, so I ran out to play … I'm learning martial arts very seriously."
Yang Jian did not really want to reprimand him. After all, there were so many people watching. He had to consider his junior brother's pride.
"Did your father teach you martial arts?"
"Him? He's not free. "Nezha snorted softly." He only knows how to go to the military camp all day. My mother is very lonely. How can she have time to care about me? "
Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked his head. The pain made Little Nezha gasp.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yang Jian cursed. However, he really did not know how to explain the word "loneliness" to this little child.
Li Jing was indeed negligent in disciplining Nezha.
Yang Jian was a little unhappy. He had said so much previously, but it was useless? Could it be that Li Jing really did not like Nezha?
Hmph, if not for the fact that he did not want Nezha to be too sad, why would he spend so much effort on Li Jing …
"Forget it." Yang Jian shook his head. "He's your father."
"Huh?"
Yang Jian said, "I'll stay at your house with you for a few days later. I'll see how your cultivation has been recently."
Nezha looked depressed. "My house is small. The guest rooms are all full …"
Yang Jian said, "It's fine. I'll sleep on the roof of your room."
"Alright then." Nezha pursed his lips. He thought that Yang Jian must have gone to the Li Residence to see him because he wanted him to read, write, and wake up early to cultivate. That would be even more difficult than the eighteen levels of hell.
The few servants ran to the fourth floor, panting. They saw their young master sitting in the corner with a sullen face. He looked like he had nothing to live for. They immediately admired the yellow-robed figure.
To be able to make their young master so depressed, he must be an immortal expert.
Yang Jian went as soon as he said he would. After eating, he threw down a piece of gold and pulled Little Nezha straight to the Li Residence.
When Lady Yin heard that Yang Jian had arrived, she waited at the door to receive him. She also sent someone to the military camp to invite the old master back.
After Li Jing returned, there was another round of greetings, banquets, dancing, and dancing. However, Yang Jian did not persuade Li Jing like last time. He did not even mention anything about Nezha's education. He only said that he wanted to stay in the residence for a period of time.
Li Jing was naturally overjoyed. He even said, "I was busy with military matters previously and could not go to the East Ocean to congratulate you. I was already uneasy. If you can stay in the residence, I can do my best as a host. "
At that moment, he ordered someone to tidy up a courtyard. Although it was not luxurious, it was quiet.
"Commander Li, if you're busy with military matters, you can go by yourself." Yang Jian cupped his hands and said. How could Li Jing be willing to leave?
Li Jing had many cultivation questions that he wanted to ask Yang Jian in the residence. The military matters were temporarily put aside. Anyway, there was no war at Chentang Pass. He wanted to look for Yang Jian every day to ask for advice.
Just like that, Yang Jian stayed in the Li Residence. Every day, he urged Nezha to practice martial arts and cultivate. He was also entrusted by Lady Yin to teach Nezha how to read and write.
Of course, Nezha wanted to run out and play. However, he could not defeat Yang Jian. After being taught a few times by Yang Jian, he could only be obedient …
One day, when night fell, Yang Jian called Nezha to a well in the backyard of the Li Residence and said, "Fetch water."
"Why are you fetching water?"
Yang Jian smiled calmly and did not answer.
Nezha thought that Yang Jian wanted to play with him. He immediately happily fetched a basin of cool well water and waited for Yang Jian to give the order.
"Carry it well. Follow me."
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