Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1480 Nezha and Jingwei

Jingwei asked, "Brother, have you seen my sister? How has she been these years? I heard she's very beautiful now."

Nezha, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong have a lot in common, that is, they don’t care much about whether a woman is beautiful or not.

Deng Chanyu has been missing for fifty years. Nezha has been to West Kunlun several times on behalf of his teacher over the years, and he has met Yao Ji.

He couldn't say that his impression of the daughter of Emperor Yan was good or bad, but they were definitely not of the same kind.

"She seems to be doing well. She was adopted as a daughter by the Queen Mother of the West and seems to be living a carefree and happy life."

Jingwei was a little nervous: "That's good. My sister loved me the most when I was a child. I haven't seen her for so many years. I don't know if she still recognizes me."

Jingwei likes to make friends, and she treats everyone with the most sincere attitude, whether they are immortals or humans.

It’s just that the experience of being drowned by the sea was too profound, and she has always had an inexplicable fear of the outside world.

She hasn't left heaven for a long time.

This time she really mustered up the courage to leave her comfort zone. She usually has the habit of talking too much, and now she talks even more to relieve her tension.

She was curious about everything, and she mentioned Lu Ban while talking. She was also one of the accomplices, and Fenghuang did not let her go either. After all, there was a layer of separation between Fenghuang and Nezha, so she said that Jingwei did not need to be worried about it, and criticized her for a while.

Jingwei asked angrily, "Master Lu clearly did nothing wrong. It was Zhang Guolao and Prince Chai who were trying to embarrass him. Why do you say we're wrong?"

Nezha savored the title of "Master Lu". He had always called him "Lu Ban" and "Master Craftsman". Jingwei was very polite and directly called him a master. Now when he heard it, the title "Master Lu" was quite smooth.

He went on, "Master Lu's mistake was that his skills were too superb. Teacher's point was that it wasn't a bad thing for him to suffer some setbacks. Although we helped him once, fate is inevitable. He ultimately suffered the same hardship, but this time it was far more severe than the collapse of the stone bridge. Teacher's point was to tell us that when fate strikes, we must face it head-on and never run away from it."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized many of Deng Chanyu's past actions. It turned out that his teacher was so wise. In comparison, those powerful people in the prehistoric times were timid and cowardly, and missed many good opportunities in vain.

Jingwei sighed sympathetically: "What a pity, Uncle Lu is also a good man."

Nezha sighed. He heard that after Lu Ban learned the sad news of his father's death, he destroyed all records related to the wooden kite. He also threw an extra-large wooden kite he was making into the furnace and burned it.

Lu Ban swore to his ancestors' tablets that he would never do such dangerous things again.

The human race's original tendency to leave the ground and move towards the sky was cut off directly by a knife at the ankle.

Jingwei was confused and just felt a little sorry. After experiencing this incident, Nezha had a new perspective on God's will and on following the will of heaven.

Deng Chanyu did not conceal her own realm, nor did she hide the importance of the Journey to the West, nor did she hide her determination to achieve the Dao of Hunyuan. Originally, Nezha did not understand. If these details were exposed, wouldn't others come to sabotage him?

You should know that when Taoist Duobao was preaching, Nezha was the one who went up to make trouble.

Now he understood. This was an open conspiracy. His teacher was on the side of Heaven's will. "You want to hit me? Go ahead! If you dare to disobey me, you are disobeying Heaven's will!"
The two of them walked and stopped, and when Jingwei was in a daze, she would meet several enemies who had grudges against Nezha.

Other worlds can eradicate the problem completely and cover up the crime scene, but it is hard to say about a world like Honghuang where people can be reincarnated and have many strange and secret techniques.

Kill an enemy, and his relatives will use all sorts of tricks to find the murderer. If you kill more, the relatives and friends of the relatives will come looking for you again. In the end, the original enemy will reincarnate and come back for revenge. You kill him again, and the cycle begins again. There is no end to the enemies, at least for Nezha.

"Are you Li Nezha?"

"It's my young master!"

"Suffer to death!"

Similar conversations occurred dozens of times.

Every time she encountered an enemy, Jingwei would use the concealment spell taught by Longji, hiding aside. After Nezha defeated the enemy, she would come out as if nothing had happened.

"Senior Brother Li is really good at martial arts." Jingwei just doesn't like fighting, not that she can't stand the sight of blood. She looked at the corpse with interest.

The scene was a mess of blood and flesh. A young man in a Taoist robe had been shouting that he wanted to avenge his master. Nezha didn't ask him who his master was. There were too many people who came to seek revenge, and he couldn't remember them all, nor was he too lazy to remember. He beat the young man to death in less than three moves.

At this moment, he was wiping the tip of his gun with the young man's nice Taoist robe.

After wiping it twice, he became impatient, held the gun with one hand, and spun half a circle to shake off the remaining blood.

Jingwei's praise made him raise his eyebrows.

"It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning." Although he said it was not worth mentioning, he was actually quite proud. Compared with Yang Jian who was working in isolation, his martial arts and realm were superior to the other party in all aspects.

Jingwei muttered to herself: "I just don't like practicing martial arts, and I can't practice it. It's too difficult."

Nezha smiled and said, "Junior sister, your mind is focused and you are an excellent seed for cultivation. You don't need to practice these superficial skills."

Jingwei asked for the secret of martial arts training, hoping to learn some quick methods. Whether it is useful or not is one thing, having it or not is another.

Nezha didn't want to talk about this topic which sounded very troublesome. It couldn't be explained clearly in just a few words.

He cleverly changed the subject: "My martial arts skills were honed bit by bit in combat. If there's a secret to martial arts training, it's only one: the environment. Junior sister, you should also know the story of the great writer Lao She from the past, right?"

"I know, my teacher told me this." These were all stories made up by Deng Chanyu. Jingwei nodded repeatedly, indicating that she had heard this story too.

Nezha looked as if he was reminiscing about the ancients. "I heard that Mr. Lao She discussed poetry and songs with scholars and writers, and after more than ten years, he managed to develop excellent martial arts skills. The style of the senior is really something that I, a younger generation, admire."

Jingwei scratched her head. Was this gathering of scholars necessarily related to martial arts training? Seeing Nezha's certainty, she thought it was because she had not studied much, so she could only nod in confusion.

In Nezha's imagination, the traditional literati that Deng Chanyu mentioned are definitely not the "sissy" ones in the Han Dynasty today. They should refer to the Yama Kings in the underworld who have beards like halberds, broad shoulders and strong waists, and hold paper and pen like axes. This is indeed the previous dynasty, there is nothing wrong with it.

Discussing academic matters with these "literati" every day is indeed a good place to hone one's skills. Mr. Lao She was so lucky.

(End of this chapter)