vstars Chapter 467 Pulling Mosquitoes: Ginseng Fruit Just Falls Down by Its Own!
Chapter 467 Pulling Mosquitoes: Ginseng Fruit Just Falls Down by Its Own!
Chapter 467 Pulling Mosquitoes: Ginseng Fruit Just Falls Down by Its Own!
When they first met, Yang Jiao was being held captive by Shiva outside Longevity Mountain.
When Zhen Yuanzi appeared, he shouted and sent Shiva flying back thousands of feet away. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he instantly grabbed Shiva from thousands of feet away and pulled him back into his hand.
His moves were swift and decisive.
This time, Yang Jiao wanted to try using her uncle's ultimate move to see if she could pull the Great God Pangu from that time to the present.
As long as the great god Pangu returns to the world, all paths will be nothing more than a matter of an axe in his presence.
"A universe hidden in the sleeve..." Zhen Yuanzi looked at Yang Jiao and sighed softly, "Do you still remember how I explained the universe hidden in the sleeve to you back then?"
Ten years have passed. Although Yang Jiao remembers the meaning of the words, the original words have become somewhat vague.
He only vaguely remembered some things, recalling:
"Vast and boundless, all-encompassing, transcending heaven and earth—does that describe a state of mind?"
Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand, flicked his finger lightly on her forehead, and chuckled:
"The original intention was not wrong; it was to tell you that the world is vast, but the human heart is even greater."
Yang Jiao raised her eyebrows:
"Is it because my mindset isn't big enough right now that my ability to manipulate things isn't sufficient?"
The ability to conceal one's inner world requires more than just magic; it also necessitates a broad and generous heart.
“No.” Zhen Yuanzi shook his head. “Uncle wants to tell you that a person must dare to dream.”
He was saying the most absurd things, but his expression was unusually serious.
Yang Jiao was completely confused, but then gradually became serious.
So... cultivating immortality and pursuing the Tao also requires daring to think and act, and having lofty aspirations?
Although the phrase "ambitious and unrealistic" is a compliment.
If you dare to dream, you can achieve anything.
Yang Jiao seemed to understand something, and she lowered her eyes to use the Hidden Universe technique again.
I thought of Yang Jian and Nezha at Tongguan Pass.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve.
Suddenly, Yang Jiao's sleeves widened, and a whistling wind swept through the front corridor of Wuzhuang Temple, causing the ginseng fruit behind to sway on the tree.
It looked like a group of babies sitting on a swing.
"Huh?" Mosquito Taoist noticed the commotion.
Immediately, I stopped glaring at the breeze, jogged over to the ginseng fruit tree, and stood there with my mouth open, eagerly waiting for the ginseng fruit to be blown down.
"Ah~"
"Idiot, the ginseng fruit tree is one of the innate spiritual roots, how could it be blown down by the wind?" Qingfeng complained, then secretly rubbed his sore eyes.
At the foot of Tongguan Pass.
Yang Jian lifted the tent flap, and two tall, slender figures emerged from it.
One red and one white.
Nezha's figure was thinner than Yang Jian's. After taking a few steps, his robe seemed to be hooked by something and swayed in one direction.
He clearly felt a pulling force.
Subsequently,
Yang Jian's long robe was also fluttering in the wind.
"Ok?"
The two exchanged a glance, both puzzled.
There was no wind anywhere, but their robes were the only ones that were being blown about.
In just a moment, everything returned to calm.
Nezha stood there, strangely tugged at his clothes, then wrapped the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) around his neck and sneered:
"It's rare to see this in broad daylight."
Yang Jian seemed to be deep in thought.
Wuzhuang Guanzhong.
Yang Jiao rolled up her sleeves, feeling delighted that she seemed to have truly grasped some of the secrets of the hidden world within the sleeves:
"Uncle, it really worked!"
She hadn't practiced the "Hidden Universe in the Sleeve" technique for a long time, but she could clearly feel that her movements just now could indeed affect places thousands of miles away.
Although the depth of the hidden world within the sleeve did not increase.
This also proves that as long as you believe in yourself, you can do things that seem impossible.
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard, looking at Yang Jiao with deep satisfaction.
"She's much more clever than Hongyun."
He thought to himself.
Hongyun was too honest, so much so that her inner world was only a tiny space, just like the little girl in the sleeve; she was not as ambitious as Yang Jiao, and dared not think about things that seemed impossible to her, so she never made any progress.
"Uncle, you're amazing."
"You're also quite intelligent."
Zhen Yuanzi always appeared calm and composed in public, with the demeanor of a great immortal. He rarely showed his emotions, except in front of Yang Jiao.
Seeing Yang Jiao achieve her wish, he felt extremely proud.
After chuckling softly, he turned around, picked up the gold cudgel he had casually tossed aside earlier, and handed it to Yang Jiao, saying:
"Go pick some fruit to eat. I've heard Qingfeng and Mingyue talk about it for a long time. There are a few that are growing exceptionally well, and they insist on saving them for you."
Yang Jiao also laughed, speaking frankly without any reservations:
“It’s not that Jiao’er doesn’t eat ginseng fruit, it’s just that the qi she’s cultivating now is different. For me, eating this ginseng fruit would be a waste of the spiritual energy inside.”
"What waste!" Zhen Yuanzi said in a deep voice, "It's just a fruit to quench your thirst. If you want to eat it, go and get some."
Quenching thirst...
Quenching thirst with ginseng fruit...
Even Yang Jiao felt it was a luxury.
However, judging from her uncle's anxious expression, it was as if he were an elder in the family who only had this much to offer, and as soon as the younger generation returned, he hurriedly called her to get it.
With Yang Jiao's perspective, even the sparse incense smoke at Wuzhuang Temple now seemed like the smoke from cooking fires in the human world.
She wasn't shy in front of Zhen Yuanzi; she held the golden cudgel in her hand and nodded with a smile.
"Since Uncle has said so, Jiao'er will have to fight a few more."
"Alright, alright, make more. Putting them in the Boshan furnace and taking them back won't tire your hands out," Zhen Yuanzi said.
During their conversation, the ginseng fruit, which was coveted by the three realms and produced by the ten innate spiritual roots, was as casually picked as a wild fruit tree growing by the roadside.
Yang Jiao walked out with the golden mallet, while Mosquito Taoist was still standing under the tree with his mouth open.
"What are you doing?" Yang Jiao asked.
Mosquito Taoist loosened his stiff mouth and quickly said, "Wait for the ginseng fruit to fall."
After speaking, he opened his mouth again, as if afraid of missing something.
Yang Jiao: ...
Oh my god, even the mosquitoes today are cute.
While others wait patiently for a rabbit to run into a tree stump, mosquitoes wait patiently for fruit to ripen on a tree.
Yang Jiao flew up to the treetop,
Seeing this, Qingfeng, who had been standing to the side in a daze, quickly stood up and pointed to a spot towards Yang Jiao, reminding her:
“Little Ancestor, that one is the best-growing. I discovered it a long time ago.”
The ginseng fruit that Qingfeng was pointing to was visibly larger than the surrounding ginseng fruits. It was round and cute, and looked to be in excellent condition, with adorable features.
Yang Jiao raised her hand, and with a clever touch, the golden mallet deviated from its intended direction when striking the ginseng fruit.
The moment the golden mallet touched the ginseng fruit, it separated from the stem and fell with a rustling sound.
It flew diagonally toward the open mouth of the Mosquito Taoist.
"Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?"
Mosquito Taoist felt a heavy pressure on his lips and took a bite. The crisp texture was accompanied by an endless sweet aftertaste.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
It kept munching on it, one bite after another, while casting a defiant look at Qingfeng:
"See? Chew, chew, chew... the mosquitoes said... the ginseng fruit will fall down by itself... chew, chew, chew."