northernbook Chapter 85 Farewell to Nezha, Meeting the River God
Chapter 85 Farewell to Nezha, Meeting the River God
Cuiping Mountain.
In Nezha's palace.
Nezha, dressed entirely in lotus blossoms, looked at the little girl who was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight and was speechless...
Yang Jiao pointed to the lotus flower that was even more beautiful than the one in Taiyi Zhenren's alchemy pool, and almost wanted to grab Nezha's hand and take a bite to see if it tasted like lotus root.
Anyway, he has plenty of hands, so he's not afraid of biting.
Seeing that she had almost finished laughing, Nezha shook himself off the lotus flowers on his body, then raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and asked:
"Did you get into trouble outside? It's almost dark and you're still running here."
Yang Jiao's smile vanished instantly.
That's as if you think you can outdo him in getting into trouble.
He glanced at Nezha with extreme smugness before saying:
"I'm about to begin practicing my cultivation technique. The time I'll be in deep meditation is uncertain; this is why I'm saying goodbye."
"When I emerge from seclusion, I'll surely be a celestial being!"
Yang Jiao set her sights very high. Since ancient times, once a transmigrator begins to cultivate, which one hasn't surpassed their level?
She already has her own system, so she can't hold back the vast number of transmigrators!
Hearing Yang Jiao's boastful words, Nezha couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"A celestial being?! You?"
"Hahahaha, I've cultivated in the Golden Light Cave for five years, and my master has fed me with rare and precious herbs, and I've only just barely managed to step into the Celestial Immortal realm. And you?"
Yang Jiao could no longer laugh.
I thought to myself, Nezha is at least the reincarnation of the Spirit Pearl, he also has his own background and Taiyi Zhenren stacked buffs on him, and it still took him so long...
Could it be that after ten years of meditation, I'm still in the process of drawing qi into my body?
Sensing Yang Jiao's anxiety, Nezha thought for a moment, then turned around and lit three sticks of incense on his shrine.
He inserted one hand into the incense burner before saying:
May Yang Jiao's cultivation go smoothly, and may he soon enter the ranks of celestial immortals.
Yang Jiao watched Nezha's movements and exclaimed:
"Do you worship yourself?"
uh-huh.
Nezha raised an eyebrow and returned to the shrine. With a flick of his finger, the incense stick he had just placed flew into his hand, which he gently twirled with three fingers.
He stood on a high platform, with divine light behind him, looking down and speaking loudly:
"This wish is accepted."
A thought stirred within her, deeply moved. She bowed twice to the statue of Nezha, then raised her head firmly and said:
"Thank you for the blessing from the deity Nezha."
After exchanging words with Nezha, Yang Jiao, not wanting to disturb him any longer as he refined the incense energy, left.
The original three-day plan seemed tight, but it became more relaxed with the addition of the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan.
With two full days left, where should we go?
Yang Jiao stood on the night sky, flying at low altitude, yet felt she had nowhere to go.
Approaching the mouth of the Guanjiang River,
Yang Jiao looked at the two large trees that had appeared outside the city at some unknown time, which seemed to have gone mad. The surrounding forest was quiet, but these two trees were shaking their branches like crazy.
Then I heard the bustling noise of Hanoi, and the majestic Longmen Gate illuminated the surrounding river area like a beacon in the darkness.
"Don't push, don't push, line up properly. This dragon gate is made of stone. Are there any fish enthusiasts who want to try jumping over my golden dragon gate? No? How about this silver dragon gate?"
"Hey! You catfish up ahead, if I see you cutting in line again, you're not going to be jumping over the dragon gate."
The voice was none other than that of the River God.
Yang Jiao flew down and landed beside the river god, who was wiping sweat and directing order. She greeted him and said:
"River God, you've managed the Guanjiang Estuary so well! It's so lively even late at night!"
She was genuinely happy for the river god.
But then they saw the river god turn his head away mournfully, his eyes red from lack of sleep, and he began to complain with a pout:
"Lively? I'm working overtime!"
Ever since the Dragon Gate was built in Guankou, small fish from all over the world, from the sea, rivers, and ditches, have come to try to leap over it.
Many fish mean many opportunities.
The more opportunities he has, the more merit he is likely to accumulate.
but!
This Dragon Gate isn't something you can just jump over; to this day, not a single fish has succeeded.
The river god struggled to open his eyes, pried them open a crack, and pointed to his eyes, saying:
"Look, my eyes are bloodshot."
Yang Jiao stood on tiptoe to look, but the squinty eyes were too small to see clearly...
The river god, sobbing and clutching his head, suddenly pointed to the river ahead and shouted:
"You jumped twice and failed. You'll have to start queuing again."
After saying that, he squatted down again, burying his head in his hands, and complained to Yang Jiao:
"Isn't this Dragon Gate supposed to be able to modify the roots and feet of all living things? Why are all the little fish here trying to join in the fun?!"
"Change the roots?" Yang Jiao repeated, suddenly realizing a direction!
She even took in two little demon disciples!
Why not bring the two of them to Guanjiang Estuary to jump over the Dragon Gate?
Firstly, it would boost the river god's performance; secondly, if they were fortunate enough to leap over the Dragon Gate, it would also benefit their cultivation.
The river god suddenly stared intently at Yang Jiao, circled her twice, and excitedly said:
"Go ahead and jump, you can definitely make it."
"You can even steal the Dragon Gate, so jumping over it shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Yang Jiao immediately refused.
"Never mind, I've never been strong enough to keep up with my feet since I was a kid."
The Primordial Purple Qi is still within me!
Such a powerful weapon, if it were to leap over the Dragon Gate and cause it to collapse, would directly announce to the Three Realms, "Wow, a purple legend has been unearthed!"
Then she would have exposed her as a complete idiot!
I'll be hunted down by everyone in the Three Realms and the Primordial World who wants to become a saint!
Before the river god could even register his disappointment, Yang Jiao said again:
"Although I can't jump, I can find two people to jump for you."
After saying that, Yang Jiao took a small conch shell from the ornament hanging from her waist. As soon as she put it in her palm, it immediately became bigger than her face.
"A sound transmission conch?"
He was a river god after all, so he was quite knowledgeable.
This thing is made by the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.
He glanced at the Dragon Gate and suddenly realized where this Dragon Gate that had appeared out of nowhere came from...
When Yang Jiao was looting the Dragon Palace, he grabbed everything without paying attention to what he brought back. It wasn't until the day he went to Lingtai Mountain that he discovered that the two conch shells could communicate with each other, so he left one in Jiaoyue Cave.
Right now, it's time to deliver a message to those two little demons.
Yang Jiao picked up the conch shell and put it to her ear.
"Hey, Bai Jingjing and Thirteenth Sister, you two need to come to Guanjiang Estuary immediately."
Two voices suddenly came from inside the conch shell.
"Yes, Junior Master."
Yang Jiao hung the conch shell back up, only then noticing the river god's strange expression, and asked:
"what happened?"
"You, this conch shell transmits sound clearly, why are you holding it to your ear to speak?"
"I'm used to it..."
After Yang Jiao finished speaking, she squatted down with the River God and watched the little fish leap over the Dragon Gate.
One by one, they swung their tails upwards from the river surface in an orderly fashion, and without exception, they were all slapped back into the river when they leaped two or three meters high.
The river god explained:
"The Dragon Gate is not so easy to leap over; there are three trials."
Yang Jiao listened attentively, thinking to herself that she would secretly tell her two apprentices the answers later and give them an open-book test.
The River God pointed to the Dragon Gate and continued:
"First, it tests the perseverance of those who leap over the dragon gate."
Second, it tests the comprehension of those who leap over the dragon gate.
Thirdly, opportunity.
Chance...
Yang Jiao couldn't stand those two words. It's all about chemistry, right? If you have a good chemistry with someone, you get a direct admission, right?
She muttered under her breath:
“If other demons come to jump, you have to use your strength to withstand it, but if the dragons come, they will only have a chance.”
The river god quickly covered her mouth, looked around, and then whispered a warning:
"Little ancestor! You're really not afraid of the dragon race?!"
Yang Jiao pouted.
So what? It's not like we haven't fought before!
Moreover, the current dragon race is affected by karma and is already weaker with each generation. It's not like when the Ancestral Dragon was alive and could compete with the supreme beings of the world.
After thinking it over, Yang Jiao lay down at the foot of the Dragon Gate and took a nap.
When she woke up again, it was already broad daylight. She was rubbing her sleepy eyes when she saw a sudden flash of golden light in the sky above the mouth of the Guanjiang River.
The two little demons that had just flown in at high speed were instantly blasted back to their original forms by the light and thrown far away...
"Ah! My apprentice!"