Chapter 173: Nezha: You taught me all of it

On the bank of the river that had just recovered some water, on the dry sandy soil.

Tang An sat on a fallen dead tree, in front of her was Jiuyue pinching her earlobe, and Nezha, who had a guilty look in his eyes and was trying hard to hide himself.

"You two!"

"Again!"

Tang An held a small wooden stick in her hand and tapped the dry soil in front of them.

"Do you know what I missed?"

"Do I care about beauty? Is it a beauty who is rich, generous, and willing to spend money on me?"

"What I want is money! It's money!"

"We helped the Bull Demon King and the others with such a big thing, not to mention taking extra, it wouldn't be too much to ask for some reward, right?"

"And that Jade-Faced Fox was so generous, what she gave definitely wouldn't be little."

"You two are good, you didn't leave me a chance to speak at all, and dragged me away with a swoosh!"

"You tell me, ah! Do you know that I..."

Before Tang An could finish, Nezha awkwardly took out a few diamond-shaped stones that looked pitch black and dirty.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Nezha didn't care if Tang An wanted them or not, stuffed them all into her arms, and then slipped away on his Wind Fire Wheels.

"Hey, why are you running! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Xiaotian Quan licked his dog paw. "Master Master,

"Don't look at these stones as dirty on the outside; they look amazing on the inside."

Speaking of this, Xiaotian Quan felt like crying. "You have no idea, in order to find these stones, the Third Prince grabbed me and dragged me everywhere every single day."

"Look at my dog paws, the nails have all been worn down..."

As for what was said after that, Tang An didn't hear it.

She examined the stones in her hand and chuckled; it seemed they all liked giving stones as gifts.

"Come on, which one of you will open these for me to see?"

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian each took one. With the experience from last time, Wukong used a hand-blade to slice the stone directly in half, revealing a cross-section of blood-red gemstone that looked just like a cherry.

Yang Jian took the fan transformed from his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear and fanned a gust of wind, stripping away all the outer skin and impurities of the stone.

By the time it reached Tang An's hand, it was a very translucent red jade stone, with a special effect inside that looked like flickering flames; it was very beautiful.

And touching the surface of the jade, one could feel a sudden warmth spreading through the whole body; it was comfortable in every way.

Yang Jian said, "This stone was tempered by the Samadhi True Fire at Flame Mountain, and after hundreds of years of settling, it has already become a treasure in its own right."

"With this thing worn on your body, Master, you won't have to fear the cold when you encounter winter in the future."

Tang An's eyes lit up again and again. She waved her hand at the sky. "Thank you, Nezha. For the sake of this warm jade gemstone, I'll reluctantly let this matter slide this time."

"Still hiding? I'm not going to lecture you anymore."

"Are you shy now?"

"Nezha???"

Xiaotian Quan, off to the side, was digging in the sand and gravel in the shadows.

They're isolating me! They're all isolating me!!!

Is there anyone who cares about me, Peanut! Care about me, Peanut!

A few days later...

Tang An lay listlessly on Jiuyue's back. "Traveling every day is truly boring."

"When will we reach the next stop? When will there be monsters to play with?"

Nezha stepped on his Wind Fire Wheels, turning around and sliding backward.

"Rock-paper-scissors."

"Hmm?" Tang An smiled. "You played rock-paper-scissors with those two before and came in third every single time, and you still want to play with me?"

"Do you know that your Master is invincible under the heavens when it comes to rock-paper-scissors?"

"Are you in or not?" Nezha said nothing else, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly; he seemed to be looking forward to Tang An playing rock-paper-scissors with him.

Sun Wukong looked back and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Brother Yang Jian, do you think Master will be so furious that she jumps up and down if she loses later, just like Princess Tieshan?"

Yang Jian looked silently ahead. "Don't say it was me who taught her."

Sun Wukong patted Yang Jian's abdomen. "Brother Yang Jian, among the four of us, besides Master, you're the most black-hearted one here."

"Ah!!!!"

Sure enough, just as Sun Wukong finished speaking, he heard Tang An's devastated scream.

Tang An was seen holding her head with one hand and making a fist with the other.

Looking at Nezha, he had three arms out: one hand was scissors, one was paper, and one was a fist.

After determining which one would beat Tang An, he retracted the other two arms.

"You, you, you, you're cheating!"

Nezha tried very hard to suppress the arc of secret delight at the corners of his mouth. "No."

"Still no? I put out one, you put out three, and you say no?"

"All is fair in war, you taught me that."

"I... you... then you still shouldn't cheat and use three hands!"

"As long as I can win, who cares. You taught me that too."

"... I... you... ah..." Tang An clutched her chest, as if she were in pain from being struck by her own boomerang. "Then you still shouldn't use this trick against your Master..."

Nezha finally said, "It's just a game; winning or losing isn't important, what's important is being happy. You said that too."

Tang An was so heartbroken she was almost crying. So this is how karma sometimes comes back to hit you?

"Then do I look like I'm happy to you?"

"At the very least, you're not saying you're bored anymore."

"Pfft~" Tang An spat out a mouthful of old blood. She was indeed not bored anymore; she had switched to being autistic, completely autistic.

Nezha didn't understand. "Then do you still want to play?"

"Smack!" Tang An punched Nezha on the top of his head. "Play! Do I look like I really want to play!"

Nezha covered his head. "You... why are you getting all worked up?"

Wasn't he helping her pass the time? Why did she look like she was about to burst into flames?

Tang An took a deep breath. "I'm not angry, I'm not angry..."

"The heart is clear as water, the water is the heart, the breeze does not rise, the waves are calm..."

She never expected that one day, she, Tang An, would also be reciting the Heart-Clearing Formula.

But one or two times didn't work at all, so she started brainwashing herself again.

"He is my disciple, I am his Master, I am not angry, not angry, not angry..."

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were walking in front, almost laughing themselves silly, their shoulders shaking.

"Are you two laughing?"

"Huh?" They both turned back, looking very serious, even with a hint of confusion.

Tang An waved her hand, signaling them to continue the journey.

But she always felt that they were still laughing.

"Turn around."

True Lord Erlang was calm and composed, Sun Wukong looked confused, and the two said in unison: "Master? What's wrong?"

Tang An let out a breath, signaling them to continue the journey.

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, and as soon as they turned their faces away, they couldn't stop laughing.

"Hmph hmph."

"Caught you, didn't I?" Tang An poked her head out from between them unexpectedly.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian immediately stopped laughing and hurried to run.

"You three! Stand! Still!!!"

See, she was definitely not bored anymore; she had switched to being irritable!

Tang An rode Jiuyue, chasing all three of them at once; it was like a bolt of lightning, stirring up clouds of dust.

Of course, the final result certainly wasn't important; that was all just fleeting clouds.