bookcurios Chapter 241 Finding Milk for Mosquitoes
Chapter 241 Finding Milk for Mosquitoes
Mu Zha watched helplessly as his rightful military merit slipped away.
His venomous gaze seemed to pierce through Yang Jiao's back.
He asked in a deep voice:
"You stole my merits and achievements, but when my master arrives, you'll have to pay it back tenfold."
Yang Jiao was playing with the soul-guiding banner, not yet responding to the attack.
Just then, Nezha, who seemed bored on the cloud, got up and landed between the two of them, blocking Muzha's view before squatting down to meet his gaze.
Looking at Muzha's disheveled appearance.
Nezha chuckled.
"You?"
Samantabhadra had not yet spoiled Muzha to the point of turning against the Heavenly Court.
Then Nezha stepped forward and stomped on Muzha's sore foot. The gold brick on the sole of his shoe was incredibly hard, grinding against his wound until bright red blood gushed out, staining the withered leaves on the ground. Only then did Nezha pull his foot back and vigorously rub the red stain off the sole of his shoe.
Nezha's expression was so indifferent that even Muzha, who often addressed him as his older brother, dared not utter a sound.
Apart from Taiyi Zhenren and Yang Jiao, it seems that no one can evoke even the slightest emotional fluctuation in Nezha.
He casually raised his chin slightly and said earnestly:
"Before you want to cause her any trouble, you'll have to get past me first."
Mu Zha lowered his head in alarm.
He only hoped that his father would complete his cultivation soon and use the pagoda given to him by his master to suppress Nezha!
Thinking of the magical weapon in Li Jing's hands, Mu Zha's humiliated heart felt a little warmed.
He thought to himself with resentment:
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer and I'll let you be burned in the tower, and then I'll deal with you one by one."
If it weren't for Muzha's actions just now, Nezha wouldn't even have wanted to glance at him.
He turned around and went straight to Yang Jiao's side.
Yang Jiao was quite happy and didn't take Mu Zha's threat seriously. In terms of background, she had already broken into the Lingxiao Palace without any problems.
She held up the soul-guiding banner and smiled faintly at the person who came:
"Nezha, let's go back."
"it is good."
……
Upon returning to Zhou's camp.
Jiang Ziya was already standing outside the camp to greet them. Upon seeing Yang Jiao and Nezha, he stepped forward and stopped, saying:
“Nephew, you are very capable. You deserve a lot of credit for taking Qinglong Pass this time. I will write a letter to report to Master and King Zhou.”
Upon seeing Yang Jiao again, his amiable demeanor was even more pronounced.
"Young friend, you are the lucky star of the Great Zhou. On your very first visit, you brought the long-suppressed Qinglong Pass to Xiqi."
After saying that, he glanced outside and asked in confusion:
"Where are Jinzha and Muzha?"
They chased in different directions, and now the Qinglong Pass army has retreated, presumably having successfully killed them, but they have not returned.
Just as he was wondering, the Mosquito Taoist solved the mystery:
"The mosquitoes saw it; Muzha is sleeping on the ground."
Jiang Ziya: ...
With the war raging, why are you still sleeping on the ground outside?
Never mind, let's get down to business first.
Jiang Ziya summoned the generals of the three armies, and with a joyful laugh, he encouraged them:
"Today's battle was a great victory, and all of you have made contributions. I have ordered the kitchen to steam and cook meat to reward the troops today."
Yang Jiao had never eaten military rations before.
That way, I can get a bite too.
At this time, there weren't many rules when marching. The group casually found a few stones and sat down together. Before long, a soldier brought over a few large bowls.
Below is half a bowl of rice, topped with one meat dish and one vegetable dish.
The meager amount of meat slices were placed on top of the vegetables to make them stand out.
Jiang Ziya said with some shame:
"Food is scarce in the army; today's meal is the best we've had since the start of the war."
"Young friend, please don't be offended. When we return to the palace, we will certainly treat you well."
Yang Jiao didn't care about the consequences. She was only a thin barrier away from breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm. She just hadn't forced herself to open that bottleneck. Even if she didn't eat or drink, it wouldn't be a problem.
She knew that food was precious, and that her bowl of meat should have been fuller than everyone else's.
Not daring to neglect this sentiment, they buried their heads in their mouths and shoveled food into their mouths.
On the contrary, Mosquito Taoist felt sorry for him.
Yang Jiao ate things that contained spiritual energy. Even when she was in Yangjia Village, Yang Tianyou made them himself. Although they couldn't increase her magical power, they were still delicious.
Seeing that the mosquito-eating Taoist wasn't eating, Yang Jiao understood and said:
"I forgot you only eat liquids. Here, give it to me."
Fearing that Jiang Ziya and the surrounding soldiers would be embarrassed, she took the bowl from the Mosquito Taoist and placed it inside her own bowl.
He ate heartily and said to the Mosquito Taoist:
"Bear with the mosquitoes, I'll find you some divine beast milk soon."
After she finished speaking, she hurriedly stuffed it into her mouth again.
Huang Tianhua, standing to the side, is the son of Huang Feihu, a general of the Shang Dynasty. After being lost at a young age, he became a disciple of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. His journey down the mountain to help Zhou was at his master's behest.
He wasn't much older than Yang Jiao, and seeing how quickly she ate, he laughed:
"But I'm starving. Slow down, I have more here if it's not enough."
After he finished speaking, Yang Jiao's already full stomach could hardly contain any more.
On the contrary, Nezha,
Watching her devour her food, my fingers tensed, but I couldn't resist and snatched the bowl away from her.
"If you can't eat, then don't eat."
Then he turned it upside down and put it into his own bowl.
Wasting food during military campaigns is a grave offense.
Even now, wasting food is an act that diminishes one's merit.
Yang Jiao was willing to sacrifice herself to save face for all the soldiers.
With everyone's gaze fixed on him, Nezha stiffened his neck:
"I need to eat more to grow taller, so what?"
Huang Tianhua was taken aback, and dared not utter a word in rebuttal to his senior brother. He silently picked up his bowl, covered his face, and mumbled in agreement:
"Good idea, senior brother."
Jiang Ziya was deeply moved by Yang Jiao's kindness.
Throughout the heavens and earth, gods and immortals all mind their own business, and mortals are nothing more than ants to them.
The devastation caused by war was merely a contest between them.
The number of ordinary people who die is not even within their consideration.
But my friend will always have the world in his heart.
The admiration in his eyes was undisguised, and he suddenly understood why his master treated him differently.
Jiang Ziya stroked his beard, recalling what Yang Jiao had just said to the Mosquito Taoist, and took it upon himself to explain:
"Young friend, were you looking for divine beast milk just now? All the mounts in Zhou's camp are male, so leave this matter to me."
Yang Jiao quickly expressed her gratitude.
This is about mosquito food.
"Thank you, Prime Minister."
The Mosquito Taoist's eyes grew increasingly deep as he watched Yang Jiao grow from a tiny little thing to her current appearance, and he suddenly felt a pang of reluctance.
She just felt that Yang Jiao had grown up so fast.
It seems that in two more years, they will be as tall as me.
This sour, swollen feeling brought a slight ache to my heart.
Nezha ate his meal without looking up and said:
"The Zhou army doesn't have any female divine beasts, but the Shang army does. You're from the Heavenly Court; you'll be well treated wherever you go."
This is mentioned here.
Yang Jiao also thought it was reasonable.
Among the mounts of the Jie Sect, there are quite a few females.
All of them are the Three Immortal Maidens, and my favorite is the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming. His mount, the Black Tiger, is a female tiger, and I even plucked its fur back then.
It seems to be called—Yuanbao (元宝).
One side rejoices while the other suffers.
Nezha's words immediately set off alarm bells for Jiang Ziya. He couldn't let his young friend get too involved with the Jie Sect. Otherwise, how could his master accept Yang Jiao as his disciple?
He shoveled the rice into his mouth in a few bites and hurried off to an open space.
He waved his hand and summoned the mythical beast Qilin, bestowed upon him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
The moment it appeared, he hurriedly advised:
"You are a mythical beast, and although you have no distinction between male and female, there is a difficult task that you cannot handle."