freenovelworld Chapter 468 Nuwa braids her hair, Hongchan: ...
Chapter 468 Nuwa braids her hair, Hongchan: ...
Chapter 468 Nuwa braids her hair, Hongchan: ...
Yang Jiao shot down five bullets in a row.
Each one is plump and full.
She sat on a horizontal branch of the ginseng fruit tree, her legs crossed, and carefully took out the Boshan incense burner.
I found a spot inside and arranged the five ginseng fruits neatly.
Zhen Yuanzi stood in front of the hall, his hands behind his back as he played with the Earth Book, looking at her with loving eyes.
Yang Jiao placed the ginseng fruit in the center, ensuring that five smiling faces would be visible as soon as the lid of the Boshan incense burner was opened, before putting it away.
Zhen Yuanzi stepped forward and asked in a slow voice:
"Are you leaving?"
"Ah?" Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise, looking at Yang Jiao: "Little Ancestor, you're leaving after only half a day?"
He felt that Wuzhuang Temple was very lively when Xiao Zu was around.
Every time I look at it from afar, it makes me feel that life is peaceful and serene.
Most importantly, every time the little ancestor came to Wuzhuang Temple, the master would be in a particularly good mood and would not say that they were being lazy and not practicing their skills properly.
Qingfeng and Mingyue were reluctant to part with her, staring longingly at Yang Jiao, as if hoping to hear a different answer from her.
“Little Ancestor…”
Yang Jiao jumped down from the tree, and when she landed, her skirt billowed to both sides and then fell back down.
"We still need to make a trip to the Nuwa Palace."
Qingfeng and Mingyue were not composed enough. Although Zhen Yuanzi was the one who was most reluctant to part with them, they did not show it. However, the two boys wore their reluctance on their faces.
They all looked worried and gloomy.
Qingfeng: "Little Ancestor, don't go. I'm not going to be a god anymore. How can I order you around? Go back to Wuzhuang Temple. I'll take good care of you."
Mingyue: "That's right, Little Ancestor, Wuzhuang Temple is your home. When you lack spiritual energy, just eat fruit. You don't need to travel around outside and tire yourself out."
If Qingfeng and Mingyue have said everything, what else can Zhenyuanzi say?
He moved his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Finally, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the two boys in a deep voice:
"Gentle breeze, bright moon."
"Yes." Qingfeng Mingyue hurriedly bowed.
"Why aren't you two going back to cultivate? All you do is play around. Jiao'er has important matters to attend to. How can she linger outside for long?" Zhen Yuanzi's voice was heavy, yet it was also pointed: "Jiao'er is a sensible and understanding child. She will definitely come back and stay at Wuzhuang Temple when she is not busy. Why do you two need to say anything more?"
After reprimanding Qingfeng and Mingyue, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Yang Jiao and asked with a smile:
"Right? Jiao'er."
Yang Jiao could easily understand the meaning behind the words, so he respectfully bowed to Zhen Yuanzi.
"Uncle is absolutely right. After the Investiture of the Gods is over, Jiao'er will definitely stay at Wuzhuang Temple."
"Yes, that's right." Zhen Yuanzi was finally satisfied.
He waved his sleeve, seemingly unconcerned.
"go Go."
Yang Jiao waved her sleeve and said, "I'm leaving."
Mosquito Taoist quickly stuffed the unfinished ginseng fruit into his mouth and waved his sleeves:
"Hey mosquito, you're gone."
He was learning in a soft, intermittent voice.
Zhen Yuanzi hadn't looked away even after Yang Jiao's figure had disappeared from Wuzhuang Temple.
Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads and slowly walked towards the training room.
"Wait a minute." Zhen Yuanzi withdrew his gaze, looked at the two listless boys, and waved his sleeve, saying, "I will allow you to waste one day today."
"Master? Master!"
Looking at the two boys' eyes, which suddenly lit up.
Zhen Yuanzi entered the main hall with a smile and his hands behind his back, and began to meditate earnestly.
……
Yang Jiao flew towards the Nuwa Palace without stopping after leaving Wanshou Mountain.
She had some uncertainty about the goddess Nuwa.
However, as long as it's something good for humanity, I believe the goddess will help me.
The incense at the Nuwa Palace continues to burn continuously, just as it has always.
Many people came and went.
Temples dedicated to Nuwa have been set up in various places. The brows of the goddess statues can house the primordial spirit of the deity, which can freely travel to any place.
Yang Jiao came here because this was the first time she saw the goddess Nuwa appear, and Yang Chan was also here.
To avoid causing panic among the people, Yang Jiao stopped at a distance and slowly walked up.
In the rear hall of the Nuwa Palace.
Yang Chan, who was diligently turning the soil over the flowers and plants, suddenly stopped, then silently walked into the house, and the Lotus Lantern that she always kept on her body was suddenly taken out.
As Yang Chan stepped out of the room again, a flash of red light appeared in her eyes.
Yang Jiao arrived outside the hall, lit some incense, and then stepped into the inner hall.
Inside the hall, the statue of the goddess Nuwa still stood sacredly, and she bowed and called out:
"Your Majesty, Jiao'er has come here with a request."
A moment later, the noise outside the hall stopped, as if it were in a different space.
Inside, all sounds were cut off, except for that distant voice—'Sister'.
A point of light suddenly appeared on the forehead of the statue of Nuwa.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the goddess Nuwa stood before Yang Jiao, looking her over with a gentle expression:
"I knew you were very good-looking, but I never expected you to grow up to be even better than I thought."
Nuwa raised her hand, her fingers threading through Yang Jiao's hair, and said with a chuckle:
"It's just that her hair is still the same as always, she can't comb it."
Yang Jiao also raised her hand and pressed down on her haphazardly tied hair bun. If it weren't for the hairpins that were convenient for inserting into the holes, she wouldn't even bother to style her hair bun.
"Your Majesty, why don't you ask what Jiao'er needs your help with?" she asked tentatively.
Nuwa pulled her aside, gently pressing Yang Jiao down onto the prayer mat before softly replying:
"Since you address me as Your Majesty, Your Majesty can guess a thing or two."
As she spoke, she let Yang Jiao's long hair fall loose, covering her entire back, the smooth, satin-like black hair swirling between Nuwa's fingers.
Soon, she combed Yang Jiao's hair into a butterfly bun, symmetrically placed on both sides of her head. During this time, Nuwa even lifted Yang Jiao's face and looked at the position from left to right.
Seeing that it was all in compliance with regulations, she then tied a ribbon in her hair bun. The ribbon was brightly colored, and the colors seemed to flow.
The flowing hair was the same length as the drooping locks, and only then was the peacock hairpin inserted.
Nuwa looked at Yang Jiao, and only then did she stop, satisfied.
"Better looking."
Yang Jiao felt a surge of warmth in her heart and couldn't help but reach out to touch the two extra ribbons that had suddenly appeared.
"Don't move." Nuwa pressed down on her hand and smiled at Yang Jiao's puzzled gaze, "This ribbon was made by me with the power of a saint."
One sentence immediately surprised Yang Jiao:
"Does Your Majesty know the purpose of my trip?"
Yang Jiao wanted to rely on the power of the Six Saints.
During this period, the Three Pure Ones will appear, as will the two saints of the Western Sect. The only saint who should not appear in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is the Goddess Nuwa.
But before Yang Jiao could even ask, the Goddess Nuwa gave it to him.
They didn't have any estrangement because of Yang Jiao's unclear stance. When the goddess treated her, her focus was always on her hair; she was always the goddess Nuwa who wanted to dress herself up beautifully.
"My lady..."
Goddess Nuwa is so kind!
Yang Jiao screamed wildly in her heart.
Outside.
Sensing her sister's arrival, 'Hongchan,' who would never appear when she was busy cultivating, picking flowers, watering plants, or doing hard labor, immediately came looking for her sister, only to be locked out.
Looking at the tightly closed palace doors.
Yang Chan's brow twitched, and she thought coldly:
"Sister, have you forgotten about Chan'er? Then... we'll have to lock you up."