"There is no place for suspicion and fighting." Hua Ling answered. Ao Bing's eyes were bright and bright, and when Hua Ling looked at him when he answered, he could feel the youth's vitality.
Ao Bing smiled brightly after hearing Hua Ling's answer: "I want to go to heaven and find the ladder to heaven...any tips?"
Ao Bing, Hua Ling and Nezha all looked at Lu Ya, who was still huddled in Hua Ling's arms. Lu Ya slowly turned around after feeling the gaze: "What are you looking at? I don't have the knack."
He paused and looked at the expressions of the three people, and found that they all seemed to be looking forward to it. Lu Ya replied with erratic eyes: "How do I know the secret? Finding the ladder depends on chance..."
That's right, maybe only the guy who created the ladder knows the secret.
The ladder is like a level, everyone has it and can pass it as long as there is no foul play, but few people can reach the moment of meeting it.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't go to the heaven. If you practice hard, there will be no problem." Hua Ling recalled his life before going to the heaven. Although it was a bit boring to be alone, it was also a kind of entertainment to turn into animals and watch the interesting things between humans every day.
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Who doesn’t love to have fun?
For example, if one person conflicts with another person, it will be very interesting to watch as primary school students fight each other; another example, if a tribe conflicts with another tribe, the battle between hundreds of people from the two tribes will also be very interesting to watch.
Funny, different people die in different ways.
Anyway, it has nothing to do with Hua Ling. Even if he is accidentally injured, he can recover his health in time and continue watching. Moreover, Hua Ling also found that he can control the speed of wound recovery very well, and maybe he can accurately control the speed of resurrection after death in the future.
"But, if we can't find the ladder to heaven, will Nezha become just like his uncle?" Ao Bing looked at the seven-year-old Nezha in front of him, feeling inexplicably worried.
Hua Ling also held her chin and looked at Nezha, thinking: "Human race...who knows."
"Aren't the gods also humans?"
"It's hard to talk about my experience, and I don't know if I can still be considered a human." Maybe the moment he accepted the curse, Hua Ling became closer to the demon race?
It can transform into various animals and has the abilities of most mythical beasts. It feels like a monster, but its appearance is still human, its ears are still round, and it doesn't seem to be anything special except for its silver-white hair.
Nezha suddenly said: "Then let's leave this question until we go to heaven. There must be a god in heaven who knows everything, right?"
Hua Ling was attracted by Nezha's words. After looking at him for a few seconds, she nodded: "Yes." As a young man, his curiosity and energy are still there. He just needs to cater to him, and there is no loss. Anyway... it won't take long for Hua Ling to
Zero will go to live somewhere else and just treat himself as a passer-by.
Oh, yes, it’s better to stay away from the place where God is. It feels like I’m being watched no matter where I am, which is really uncomfortable.
In the heaven, there are designated gods watching over Hua Ling, and there are more than one.
Heaven, the garden of flowers.
The peach tree bore fruit once after Hua Ling came to earth, and the harvest was good.
The locust tree was in full bloom at the moment. Bo Xun sat cross-legged under a locust tree and looked up at the white flowers that looked like flowers: "The Emperor of Heaven clearly said there was a way for me to descend to earth, why didn't you tell me the way?"
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Fuxi, who was sitting aside and observing the mortal world with a water mirror, snorted in a nasal voice: "What can you do in the mortal world? The Emperor of Heaven should just tell you, whether he tells you or not is another matter. And maybe he just let the news slip.
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"Tch—" Bo Xun leaned on the tree trunk boredly and looked at the "sky" of heaven through the treetops with half-squinted eyes.
When Fuxi switched the scene of the water mirror to Hua Ling, Bo Xun suddenly looked at the branches of the locust tree and said: "Look, do those clusters of flowers look like Hua Ling?"
Fuxi raised his eyes and looked at Bo Xun's pointer: "It doesn't look like that."
Bo Xun argued: "There's nothing different about it. Look at the shape and color. Doesn't it look like Hua Ling's profile?"
"Hua Ling's hair color is very different from that of Sophora japonica. And you said to a treetop that it looks like Hua Ling. What are you thinking?" Fu Xi glanced at Bo Xun with disdain and continued to look at the water mirror.
Bo Xun was puzzled. He sat up straight and patted Fuxi's back to attract his attention: "They are not all white, what's the difference?"
Fuxi didn't look back at Bo Xun and said: "The sophora japonica flowers are white but green and yellow, and the flowers are white but gray."
"...You...uh..." Fuxi's words choked Bo Xun and he didn't know what to say. He held it in for a long time and said: "Aren't you a snake? How can you distinguish colors so clearly?"
"I am a snake demon, and if you have experienced Nuwa asking questions and identifying color cards from another time and space, you can do it too." Fuxi covered his forehead and sighed as he spoke.
Bo Xun understood and patted Fuxi on the back: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Color card, is it the lipstick color?
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It was Nezha's sixteenth birthday when Hua Ling left Li's Mansion, and Nezha felt something was wrong that morning.
"Crow Crow?" Nezha searched the entire Li Mansion, and his servants were also ordered by Nezha to search together, but nothing was found.
Mrs. Yin comforted Nezha: "Crow Crow may have had a premonition of his own death and went to another place."
It is common sense that many animals will leave their usual places to hide when they feel they are about to die.
Nezha knew that Hua Ling and Lu Ya would not die, but why did they leave without saying goodbye? Hua Ling had promised to prepare a birthday gift for Nezha the day before.
East Seaside.
Nezha sat dejectedly on the deserted beach.
Suddenly there was a wave of waves on the sea, as tall as an adult man, and two figures stepped out of the waves.
Nezha looked up and saw Shen Gongbao and Ao Bing.
Ao Bing looked at Nezha strangely: "Isn't it your birthday today? Why are you so depressed? Who made the birthday girl unhappy?"
"Wushuang and Lu Ya left without saying goodbye..." Two lines of tears flowed down the young man's cheeks.
Ao Bing was stunned and looked at Shen Gongbao beside him. Shen Gongbao thought for a moment: "Perhaps... God will leave something behind?"
For example, Nezha’s sixteenth birthday gift.
"Child——!" Suddenly a plump and strong man came running from far away, holding a whisk in one hand and a box in the other.
That was Taiyi who had found and climbed the ladder to heaven. Nezha had never figured out why his master liked such an appearance, but he had to admit that it was indeed Taiyi.
Taiyi Zhenren ran to Nezha and handed the box to Nezha. Nezha took it and did not open it directly. He found a flat button on the side of the box, which looked like a knob, but it could not be turned at this time.
There are three lines of words on the bottom of the box: Handmade, this is the only one, no compensation for damage.——Hua Wushuang
Nezha opened the box and found that inside it was a flower made of several black feathers that were only half the length of his finger. At this time, the knob on the side could also be turned. Turn it counterclockwise toward the opening, and there would be a crisp music sound during the process.
When it is heard, the flowers will also rotate.
Nezha was puzzled: "What is this?"
Taiyi scratched his head: "I heard from Shangshen that it seems to be called - a music box?"