Since Daji entered the palace, Di Xin ignored the government and became more and more tyrannical, killing ministers, destroying pillars, building cannons, digging pots, and tossing Nanzhou's black smoke miasma.

The tragic death of Empress Jiang was still brewing, and Jiang Hengchu, the great prince of the east, was summoned to Chaoge City, framed in every possible way, and tortured to death.

Jiang Wenhuan, the son of Jiang Hengchu, inherited his father's throne, swore to avenge his father, led the heroes to rebel......

Regarding this matter, Chen Tangguan and Li Jing were quite concerned.

Since the Eastern Bohou was anti-Shang, Chen Tangguan was under martial law every day, recruiting soldiers and horses, training every day, and waiting for the order of the court.

Li Jing is not a prince, but only the general army of a pass, although he has a heavy army, he can not send troops without permission.

He is also a loyal and filial son, seeing that the people of the world are struggling because of the war, he is also a little worried in his heart, and he rushes into the barracks, busy with military affairs, and rarely returns home.

Nezha was taught a lesson by Yang Jian before, and he really restrained himself for a few days.

That day, he sneaked into his father's study to play, and saw a few cloth and silk albums of 'villains fighting' at the bottom of the box.

How did little Nezha understand this? He happily went to his mother to offer treasure, but was scolded by his mother, and beaten by his father when he found out, so he was quite angry in his heart.

If this matter gives him an explanation, he is the son of Li Jing of Chen Tangguan and a natural immortal, and he can swallow this breath.

But on the contrary, his mother just scolded him for always being right at a young age, and his father beat him without saying what was wrong, it was a spanking that he couldn't help but say.

How can little Nezha endure this?

He sneaked into his father's study again, wanting to make a little nonsense and embarrass his father, so he saw the jade invitation on the desk.

After watching it carefully for a long time, Nezha realized that he was illiterate, so he put away the invitation and quietly threw it into the depths of the East China Sea......

Li Jing couldn't find the invitation, and the servants and maids at home were all scolded with a cane; Nezha saw that the matter was getting bigger, so he simply ran out to play for a few days.

Li Jing couldn't find Nezha, so he knew that Nezha had taken the hard-won invitation, and he was indignant for a few days, and the beating also fell on Nezha.

After two beatings and scolding, Yang Jian's previous hard work suddenly turned into a flowing water, and it never came back......

Yang Jian didn't know about this, but when he arrived at the sky above Chentang Pass, his divine sense swept over, and he saw Xiao Nezha who was swaggering through the city with a few families on the street.

The surrounding pedestrians avoided one after another, and the vendors everywhere did not dare to look directly, as if they were bullies.

"This stinky boy," Yang Jian was really a little speechless, and went straight down, casting the method of change into a restaurant, waiting for Xiao Nezha to walk on the street.

I haven't seen him for a long time, Nezha doesn't seem to have grown up much, and he is still wearing the red and blue pants, with a longevity lock around his neck and a Qiankun ring on his wrist.

The difference is that the original braids have been replaced with two horns, and the appearance is even more cute.

At this moment, Nezha's little face was abnormal, as if he was inspecting the mountain king in his territory.

"Little Master, are you hungry?" the steward of the Li Mansion lowered his head and asked, "The wine and food in the restaurant in front are not bad." ”

"Hmph, I don't think I'm hungry, it's you who are hungry, right?" Little Nezha pouted, "You go to eat, I'll walk around the street by myself." ”

"How can this be done," the steward laughed, and honestly followed the young master of this little ghost, and did not dare to say anything.

Xiao Nezha went back to complain to his wife, then they would lose their jobs and could only go back to the customs to plow the fields.

Passing by the restaurant, Xiao Nezha seemed to feel something, looked up, and just saw the chicken leg falling from the sky, right on his forehead.

Syllable!

The chicken leg was attached to Nezha's face, and the little Nezha was as if he was petrified, standing there with his hands behind his back, and the whole person didn't seem to be very good.

Several family members hurriedly shouted: "Ouch!"

"Young master, are you alright, young master? This chicken leg ......."

"Who's throwing chicken legs! know who you hit!"

"Shut up!

Xiao Nezha reprimanded in a childish voice, and this group of family members quickly bowed their heads.

He took the chicken leg off his face, grabbed it in his hand, glanced at the open window on the fourth floor of the restaurant, jumped down, jumped up directly, and landed on the edge of the window.

The guests who dined on the fourth floor were all stunned, and many people knew Nezha, and they immediately bowed their heads and turned sideways in a panic, not daring to look at this little demon king.

"Who threw the chicken legs?" Nezha raised his hand, took the chicken leg and sniffed it in front of his nose, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Tsk, it tastes pretty good.

"Who threw the chicken legs? I'll ask again!" Little Nezha shouted indistinctly, "Manly man, one person does things and one person does everything, I won't beat you, I just asked you to come over and apologize to us!"

Hearing a chuckle from the corner, Nezha followed the sound and saw the yellow-robed figure sitting with his back to him.

"Who threw the chicken leg and smashed my junior brother? I'll ask you again, how?"

Hearing this sound, Xiao Nezha's action of gnawing on the chicken leg stiffened, and when he saw the yellow-robed man turn his head, his little face instantly collapsed.

Little Nezha turned his head and was about to jump off the windowsill, but a big hand grabbed him and directly took him into the corner and threw him on the chair.

Yang Jian scolded with a smile: "What did you see me running?"

"I ......" Nezha scratched his head, and suddenly didn't dare to look at Yang Jian.

After he threw away the invitation, he learned that Yang Jian sent someone to his father and invited him to attend the East China Sea wedding.

Li Jing beat him, and Nezha was a little resentful, but Nezha was afraid of delaying Yang Jian's happy event, so he always felt sorry for Yang Jian.

But how can this be said?

Although Li Jing's mana is not as good as him, but that is his old son, just beat him, anyway, he just feels aggrieved, and he doesn't feel how much pain he has.

But Yang Jian's skills are much more powerful than him, and if he talks about this, Yang Jian will also beat him...... Isn't that really going to be the skin open?

Yang Jian took a sip of food slowly, "Don't call people yet?"

"Brother, brother. Little Nezha was uncomfortable, sitting there and squirming for a while.

The guests in the hall were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed, and they were not afraid of the immortals, and when they saw that someone could suppress the little demon king, they clapped their hands faster.

Nezha glared at these diners angrily, and the laughter stopped abruptly, all of them bowed their heads to eat, not daring to laugh again.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Senior brother, the majesty is strong enough." ”

"That's," Nezha looked unusually angry, waving his little fist, "I punched and kicked it!" Hmph, I won't hurt them, let them suffer a little, they will naturally be afraid of me." ”

"Are you happy that people are afraid of you?"

"Of course...... Hehe, I'm not so happy," little Nezha waved his hand, pouting a little depressedly, "It's just that I'm too bored in the house, and I don't have anything to do every day, so I ran out to play...... I'm serious about learning martial arts. ”

Yang Jian didn't really want to discipline him, after all, so many people watched, and he also had to consider the face of his junior brother.

"Did your father teach you martial arts?"

"He, he's not available," Nezha snorted softly, "He knows all day to go to the barracks, my mother is very lonely, where is the time to take care of me?"

Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked on his head, and the painful little Nezha gasped for a while.

"What nonsense," Yang Jian scolded, but he really didn't know how to explain where 'loneliness' should be used for this little child.

Li Jing really neglected Nezha's discipline.

Yang Jian was a little unhappy in his heart, he said so much last time, but it was useless?

Hmph, if he didn't want Nezha to be too sad, how could he put so much thought into Li Jing......

"That's it," Yang Jian shook his head, "Who let that be your father." ”

"Huh?"

Yang Jian said, "Later, I will go with you to your house for a few days to see how your cultivation is recently." ”

Nezha suddenly looked depressed, "My house is small, and the guest rooms are full of people......"

Yang Jian: "It's okay, I'll just sleep on the roof of your room." ”

"Then, okay," Nezha pursed his lips, thinking that Yang Jian went to the Li Mansion to watch him, he must have asked him to read and write, get up early to practice, it would really be a hard life than the eighteenth layer of hell.

The few family members ran to the fourth floor out of breath, and saw their little master sitting in the corner, with a small face, a loveless appearance, and immediately admired the figure in the yellow robe.

can make their young master so depressed, this must be a god master.

Yang Jian said that he would go, had a meal, threw down a piece of broken gold, and pulled Xiao Nezha straight to Li's mansion.

When the Yin family heard that Yang Jian was coming, they waited in front of the door to receive him, and also sent someone to the barracks to invite the master back to his home.

After Li Jing came back, he had another greeting, banquet, singing and dancing, and he didn't mention it much. But Yang Jian did not admonish Li Jing like last time, and did not even mention the issue of Nezha's education, but just said that he would talk about it in the house for a while.

Li Jing was naturally overjoyed, and said: "Previously, due to busy military affairs, I couldn't go to the East China Sea to congratulate him, and I was already uneasy. If the true monarch can live in the house, I will also do my best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord. ”

At that moment, he ordered someone to clean up a courtyard, although it was not luxurious, but it was better to be clean.

"If General Li is busy with military affairs, he can go by himself," Yang Jian said, how could Li Jing be willing to go?

Yang Jian was in the house, Li Jing had many monastic problems to ask, and the military affairs were put on hold for the time being, anyway, there was no war in Chentangguan, so he thought about going to Yang Jian every day to ask for advice.

In this way, Yang Jian lived in the Li Mansion, urging Nezha to practice martial arts and practice every day, and was also entrusted by the Yin family to teach Nezha to read and write.

Of course, Nezha wanted to run out to play, but he couldn't beat Yang Jian, and was cleaned up by Yang Jian a few times, so he honestly became a good baby......

One day, when it was about to fall at night, Yang Jian called Nezha to a well in the backyard of the Li Mansion and said, "Fetch water." ”

"What do you do with water?"

Yang Jian smiled indifferently and did not answer.

Nezha thought that Yang Jian was going to play with him, so he happily hit a basin of cool well water, and waited for Yang Jian's order with the basin.

"Okay, come with me. ”

Nezha was suddenly confused, and he really didn't know what this powerful senior brother was thinking.