Nezha
Jiang Lin looked at the young man in front of him. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes and was full of heroic spirit. He seemed completely different from the impulsive and irritable child in his memory.
But there is indeed some familiar shadow between his eyebrows.
"Nezha." Jiang Lin remembered, "Didn't your family go to guard the border?"
Li Jing had concealed the fact that there had been no rainfall in Chentang Pass for three years, which angered the previous king. He was removed from his post and sent to guard the border.
Decades have passed in a flash.
Nezha is much more than just how young he looks. He is not an ordinary man after all. He became a disciple of an immortal and learned immortal arts. He has a long life and his physical appearance remains at its best.
Nezha replied, "We were pardoned a few years ago, and our family has been forgiven."
He paused and said, "My parents have passed away, and my brothers have their own families. I travel around and remember that I still have a long way to go to fulfill the 100-year agreement with my master."
Hearing that the Third Prince had transformed into a dragon vein, he was not sure whether he could find Jiang Lin, but he still wanted to come to Chaoge to try.
Jiang Lin looked at this tall and handsome young man and felt that he had done a good thing unintentionally.
At least the person in front of him doesn't need to be forced to remain a child forever because of the sins of others.
He smiled and said, "That agreement is no longer valid. I don't need protection now."
He looked at Nezha carefully again and said, "You look fine now."
Many years ago, when he first met Nezha, he noticed that the other party had an overly bad temper and an unusual hostility between his brows.
Although Li Jing had some restless thoughts, his family education was strict, and Mrs. Li was a dignified and free-spirited heroine.
If that’s the case, why would he develop a personality like Nezha’s
He kept it in mind, and when he went to heaven, he gave Nezha a jade bottle and told Nezha to take a drop of it and put it between his eyebrows when he practiced every day.
The bottle contained spiritual spring water taken from the emerald space, and Jiang Lin even plucked two strands of Yin He's hair and put them in it.
Yinhe is an innate spiritual treasure born from the Milky Way in the sky, born with the magical power to cleanse the mind and spirit.
Sure enough, looking at it now, that violent aura has disappeared.
After hearing what Jiang Lin said, Nezha's expression darkened for a moment, but it was only for a moment.
He raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Sir, I have no way to repay your kindness to Nezha. Nezha has no worries, and his only skill is tolerable. So I will follow you as your follower."
Jiang Lin shook his head: "I don't need you to repay me. You were wrong about what happened that day, but I am not completely innocent of being used by others. Now that time has passed, let it go."
Nezha insisted: "Sir, if you are like this, I will never be able to repay you for what I owe you."
He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, you can't leave Chaoge now, right? If you have any problems and can't move around, you can always send Nezha."
After hearing what he said, Jiang Lin couldn't refuse anymore and could only say, "It's up to you."
Zishou, who had been following Jiang Lin, suddenly asked, "Are you the Nezha from Chentang Pass?"
He was trained as the crown prince since he was young. He developed a royal demeanor at a young age. When he stared at people, ordinary people dared not look him in the face.
But Nezha is not an ordinary person.
He nodded: "I am Nezha."
Then he asked, "Are you the prince?"
At this age and with such aura, it is easy to associate him with his identity.
Zishou did not answer his question, but instead tightly grasped the short sword hanging at his waist and said word by word: "You are the Nezha who cannot distinguish between right and wrong, plucked out the dragon scales of the master, and almost took his life!"
As Jiang Lin turned into the Chaoge Dragon Vein in front of everyone's witness, all his past deeds were dug up and passed down.
The past between Nezha and him caused a sensation in the East China Sea that day, so it could not be kept secret.
Everyone in the world knows that the Third Prince was almost skinned and had his tendons removed by Nezha, the son of Li Jing, at Chentang Pass decades ago.
Even though he suffered such an injury, he still repaid evil with kindness and, risking the consequences of being punished by heaven, sent rain at Chentang Pass.
Although the grudge had been settled long ago, the people always have biases in their hearts, and their logic is very simple.
Now the Third Prince of the Dragon King is the guardian god in their hearts, so Nezha is naturally not a good person.
Zishou has been close to Jiang Lin since he was a child, so he is naturally very familiar with Jiang Lin's deeds.
When he heard the word "Nezha", he instinctively disliked it.
Nezha sensed the other party's hostility. He did not excuse himself, but nodded and said, "It's me."
If it weren't for the fact that this place was a busy city, Zishou would have drawn his sword.
He said coldly: "When we get back, I want to fight you!"
Jiang Lin didn't expect Zishou to do this. He looked at the little boy who had just reached his chest and said, "Zishou, this matter has long passed. The master doesn't need you to stand up for me."
Zishou said seriously: "The teacher is my teacher. If the teacher is bullied, as a student, I cannot just ignore it."
He argued: "Bullying the teacher is bullying me. Even if you forgive him, I haven't forgiven him yet!"
Nezha thought the crown prince was quite interesting, and he bent down and said, "Okay, you have ambition. But your highness, you can't beat me now."
Zishou took a look at the height difference between the two and remained silent.
Jiang Lin thought Zishou had finally realized his impulsiveness. Seeing that Zishou didn't say anything, he laughed in his heart for a while, changed the subject, and moved on from the matter.
He thought the matter was over here.
However, a few days later, Nezha went out and came back with a grin on his face.
He wanted to hide it, but the huge bruise on his left eye was impossible to ignore.
Jiang Lin looked at him in surprise: "Who did you fight with? Is there anyone in Chaoge who could beat you up like this?"
What he wanted to ask more was, how could someone who could fight Nezha to a draw or even defeat him still use these fist and kick tactics.
And deliberately hit him in the face.
Nezha was a little confused and said, "It was His Highness Zishou who brought a large group of people to besiege me."
Jiang Lin: “…”
Nezha glanced at Zong Yu, who was sitting quietly on the chair with a look of "it has nothing to do with me".
Most of the people Zishou brought with him were a mob and could not pose a threat to him.
Except Zong Yu.
Nezha already felt guilty, and he knew that these two people were trying to vent Jiang Lin's anger, so he couldn't be cruel to them.
On one side, there is the intention of teaching someone a lesson, while on the other side, there is already a sense of guilt in the heart and is reluctant to fight back. Is there any need to say what the result is
Jiang Lin followed his gaze.
Zong Yu said innocently, "I just happened to be passing by and thought Nezha was bullying A Shou, so I helped him. This is all a misunderstanding."
Nezha: “…”
Jiang Lin: “…”
The next day when Jiang Lin entered the palace, he asked about this matter.
Zishou was very calm: "I am a prince, and I will be a king in the future. Many people will fight for me. I must know how to use my advantages to win. Didn't you teach me that?"
Jiang Lin: The principles I teach are correct.
But it doesn't mean that hitting someone is right.
Zong Yu and Zishou were punished to reclaim one hundred acres of wasteland, and no one was allowed to help them, and Zong Yu was not allowed to use magic to take shortcuts.
The two children left with sour faces, but Nezha did not hold a grudge and ran over to help them.
Friendship between men is so strange.
In less than a month, Zishou's attitude towards Nezha changed.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
The prince grew up to be a high-spirited crown prince.
He has a handsome appearance, a tall stature, and is strong and powerful, able to fight against a hundred people alone.
In Xiqi, which had always been the focus of Jiang Lin, the King of Xibo had already married and had a son, Bo Yikao, and the famous Ji Fa had just turned two years old.
Surprisingly, Xiqi has been very well-behaved in recent years. King Xibo has been diligent in handling affairs and very attentive to Chaoge. He has no intention of opposing Chaoge at all.
Emperor Yi was not young anymore and his health was not very good.
In the past two years, he has gradually handed over all government affairs to Zishou, and arranged for ministers such as Bigan and Wen Zhong to assist Zishou, apparently planning for his affairs after his death.
As for Jiang Lin, Emperor Yi also summoned him specially.
"I am always a little worried in my heart." Emperor Yi has grown old, with wrinkles on his face and a somewhat hunched body.
But his eyes were still wise and clear. He looked at Jiang Lin with these wise eyes and said, "Long Jun, Ah Shou has an extraordinary relationship with you. When I am gone, I ask you to take care of him."
Jiang Lin sighed, "Don't worry. You taught Ah Shou yourself. You have seen his character and abilities with your own eyes. Don't worry."
Di Yi coughed twice and said with a smile: "Yes, Ah Shou is so outstanding, why should I bother about those illusory fates?"
Less than a month later, Emperor Yi died.
His son Shou succeeded to the throne and became Emperor Xin.
When the new king ascended the throne, he offered sacrifices to heaven and earth according to the rules.
There happens to be a Nuwa Saint Palace where the altar is located.
Saint Nuwa made great contributions to the human race. Emperor Xin thought about it and took his ministers to pay tribute to her.
Entering the Nuwa Palace, there is a life-size statue of a saint in the main hall, which is almost the same size as an ordinary person. The statue is exquisitely carved and the saint's face is lifelike.
Emperor Xin took just one look and then looked away, lighting another stick of incense in front of the altar.
Just as he was about to leave, a breeze suddenly blew from outside the hall.
Emperor Xin just felt his heart flutter.
Fortunately, this trance lasted only for a moment, and a warm force dispelled it.
But when he came to his senses, he was shocked: he had crossed the platform and came to the statue of the saint, and was about to touch the statue's cheek with his hand.
This is a very frivolous attitude.
The ministers in the audience were looking at him in surprise.
Emperor Xin calmed himself, brushed the statue with his sleeve, and said calmly: "Who is responsible for guarding the Saint's Temple? Look, it's covered with dust."