SFS Chapter 166 Nezha Helps Jingwei Regain Her Mind
Chapter 166 Nezha Helps Jingwei Regain Her Mind
"Sister, Jian'er will now try to comprehend the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts again."
On the innate gourd vine in Yang Jiao's house, Jingwei tilted her head and looked at Yang Jian, who was deep in thought.
It immediately spread its wings and circled above his head:
"Jingwei! Jingwei!"
It seemed as if she was calling Yang Jian to get up and play with her.
However, Yang Jian is now fully focused on recalling and re-understanding the techniques of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.
Yang Jiao held up a finger near her lips, pointing towards Jingwei. Although she wasn't sure if Jingwei could understand her now, she still whispered a reminder:
"Shh, he's meditating. Jingwei, be good, don't make a sound, go play with the gourd."
Jingwei continued to circle, but her cries suddenly became so faint as to be almost inaudible:
"Jing~wei~"
She obediently fluttered to the gourd vine, and looking at the gourd growing bigger every day, she couldn't resist taking a peck at it.
But before Jingwei's beak could land on the gourd, it swung backward and then swung up again.
Jingwei was knocked away with a bang.
Just as it hit the wall, Sun Wukong jumped up and caught it, holding the beautiful bird in his claws and examining it closely.
She cried out in surprise, then remembered Yang Jiao's words, as if she had been suddenly choked; the bird's cry was quite comical.
"Jingwei~"
Mosquito Taoist had just returned from seeing Jade Cauldron Immortal when he saw the gourd shooting birds.
Laughing so hard I couldn't stand up straight:
"Hahaha, you stinky bird, you've finally met your match, hahaha... Uh!"
Before she could finish laughing, Yang Jiao suddenly jumped out and covered her mouth, pointing at Yang Jian as if to remind her, and whispered:
"Keep your voice down, it seems Jian'er has made some new progress."
"Oh oh oh."
Mosquito Taoist tiptoed back to his room, closed the door at a snail's pace, and stood on tiptoe in front of the gourd without making a sound, secretly giving it a thumbs up.
Yang Jiao didn't delay either.
She sat cross-legged next to Yang Jian and began to comb her hair.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts might be available again in the future, but the Primordial Purple Qi's immobilization technique can even immobilize Maitreya. Although Yang Jiao doesn't know what law it is, she clearly understands that since it is the Purple Qi that the Three Realms all want to possess, it certainly cannot be as simple as just immobilization.
If I can cultivate to a high level, I will certainly not fear the Great Golden Crow.
By merging with the Primordial Purple Qi, the system rewarded him with ten card-drawing tokens.
Now, taking advantage of this moment, Yang Jiao mentally recalled:
"System, ten consecutive draws."
These are the last ten tokens. There is still one unfinished task marked in red with no progress: Jingwei meeting Emperor Yan.
After a few rustling sounds.
A sound came from the system:
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully drawn 5 Judge Fragments, 3 Marshal Tianpeng Fragments, and 2 Nezha Fragments.]
"Nezha!"
Yang Jiao suddenly became excited and shouted loudly.
I got Nezha!
Mosquito Taoist frowned as he watched Yang Jian suddenly interrupted from his thoughts by Yang Jiao's voice. He pointed at her angrily and said:
"Mosquitoes can't talk, but you can?"
As soon as I got home, the mosquitoes started swarming.
Yang Jiao immediately looked apologetic and lowered her head to admit her mistake:
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll shut up."
But in my heart I was thinking, how did I suddenly get Nezha?
Logically, Wukong should have been obtained when the minimum reward was 50, but it's still below that. Has the system turned a blind eye?
Yang Jian sensed something was amiss and stared intently at Yang Jiao for a long time, feeling that this name was also a threat to his position as a younger brother!
So familiar...
As he was thinking, his eyes suddenly widened:
"Is it the person who was about to cry at the mouth of the Guanjiang River?"
Yang Jiao gasped, hoping Nezha wouldn't hear her.
Otherwise, he would definitely jump up.
As soon as he finished speaking, a round magical artifact rolled down from the window with a thud, its golden light gleaming as it landed with a metallic clanging sound.
Yang Jiao looked out the window.
Suddenly, a crimson ribbon was seen hanging down in the framed view.
Yang Jiao was overjoyed and shouted outside:
"Nezha!"
A head appeared upside down in the window.
Nezha hung upside down from the roof beam, swinging in front of the window, looking at Yang Jian with a hint of resentment.
Yang Jiao's younger brother is quite something, having an extra eye; he actually saw when he was embarrassed!
He flipped over and jumped in through the window.
As soon as he stood next to Yang Jiao, he took a step back.
Fear gripped my heart:
"How come... she's grown taller again?"
Nezha pestered Taiyi Zhenren in the Golden Light Cave for a way to grow taller, but since he was a lotus incarnation, he could no longer grow. After a long time of fussing, Taiyi Zhenren secretly added several pads to the soles of Nezha's shoes.
Feeling that he had scored a few points higher, Nezha changed his gloomy mood and hurriedly came to Guanjiang Estuary to find Yang Jiao to have a competition.
But how come she's grown again!
Nezha quietly tiptoed, and then he was the same height as Yang Jiao.
He kept a close watch on the room, not daring to relax, and immediately noticed that it was filled with birds, mosquitoes, and a rather unappealing-looking monkey.
Oh, Yang Jiao's younger brother isn't very likable either.
Yang Jian, Nezha, and Sun Wukong each stood on one side, constantly sizing each other up.
Yang Jiao looked at this one, then at that one.
I was startled!
The three great traitors of Heaven have finally come together!
But the atmosphere seems a bit off.
There seemed to be invisible sparks exploding among them, which was very eerie.
Both Nezha and Yang Jian will fight Wukong during the havoc in Heaven...
I wonder if, now that we know each other in advance, people will go easy on each other in the future?
In that moment of silence, Sun Wukong suddenly leaned close to Nezha, sniffed a few times, and smelled a refreshing lotus fragrance.
He is a primordial being, connected to all things, and since his true form is still within the spirit stone, this connection is even more acute.
He looked up at Yang Jiao and said:
"Sister, this person smells so good."
Nezha felt as if he had been stepped on.
This further solidified my initial belief.
They're all unlikable!
Just then, Yang Jian suddenly appeared, looked at Nezha strangely, and exclaimed, "Eh?"
"You haven't changed at all. You were the same as the last time I saw you. I've grown so much, but you're still the same."
Yang Jian was genuinely praising Nezha, but little did he know that this praise would be like a thorn stuck in his heart.
Mosquito Taoist had never met Nezha before; she simply nodded in agreement with Sun Wukong's words.
"Yes, it smells so good, so good, like... the scent of lotus."
Very well, now all the animals in the house are disliked by Nezha.
Yang Jiao immediately stepped forward, fearing that if they continued talking, Nezha would use the Universe Ring to beat them all up.
Quickly changing the subject, he said:
"It's perfect that you're here. I have something that's been bothering me for a long time to ask you."
Nezha stiffly moved his head away from Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Mosquito Taoist, his gaze softening slightly only when it landed on Yang Jiao's face:
"what's up?"
Seeing that she had successfully changed the subject, Yang Jiao quickly grabbed Jingwei and handed her to Nezha, saying:
"She was the daughter of Emperor Yan. She perished while saving the human race, and even her soul was not completely preserved. It took her a long time to learn how to speak."
Nezha took the red-feathered bird and examined it closely, but he couldn't tell that it was actually a descendant of Emperor Yan.
He looked at it very carefully.
Mosquito Taoist stepped forward, furious, and said:
“I’ve been teaching her for months! This stinky bird can never remember anything, she’s a stubborn fool, she can’t even speak.”
Nezha looked at Yang Jiao and asked with a smile:
What do you want her to say?
Yang Jiao thought for a moment, realizing that to see Emperor Yan, one would naturally address him as "Father," and thus said:
"Just call me Father."
Nezha suddenly raised an eyebrow, a carefree smile playing on his roguish and arrogant face.
Mosquito Taoist clicked his tongue and shook his head, reminding him:
"This is too difficult; Jingwei simply cannot learn to speak."
Soul cultivation is Nezha's own skill. If he can't even do it, it's unknown how long this system task will be delayed before it can be completed.
Yang Jiao's face did not yet show any sign of disappointment.
Nezha's thin, slightly pursed lips parted languidly as he spoke:
"It's not difficult."
Yang Jiao quickly looked up, and Mosquito Taoist looked at her with disbelief.
A golden pill flew out of Nezha's body, and his face paled slightly. The golden pill that had brought his soul back then spun three times above Jingwei's head.
Her confused gaze cleared slightly:
"Jingwei! Father..."