NFBE Chapter 123 Self-Portraits of the Door Gods
Chapter 123 Self-Portraits of the Door Gods
Drain the estuary.
Yang Jiao watched with reluctance as Mosquito Daoist lost control due to the surging spiritual energy within his body, needing to return to the Blood Sea to undergo tribulation and regain his Golden Immortal cultivation.
She handed over five full bottles of milk, giving them careful instructions:
"Drink sparingly, we'll wait for you to come back."
Mosquito Taoist's eyes were filled with the baby bottle and Yang Jian's jealous gaze.
He held them all in his arms, nodding with immense joy.
Yang Jiao sighed and gave another instruction:
"Then don't drink the blood from the Blood Sea. If you get hungry, come back to me."
"Hmm."
The mosquitoes won't drink blood anymore; it smells awful.
She had no choice before, but now Mosquito Daoren only wants to drink milk.
The spiritual energy of the nine-thousand-year-old peach within her body was too abundant, and Mosquito Daoist had been trying her best to control it. She was born in the Blood Sea, where the environment made it easier for her to break through.
Say.
If I were to undergo my tribulation at Guanjiang Estuary, it would likely cause Yang Jiao a lot of trouble.
She held the baby bottle with reluctance, freeing one hand to hug Yang Jiao, then tapped Yang Jian's forehead with her finger, pushing him a few steps away before humming:
"You're all grown up now, you can't drink so much milk."
Mosquito Taoist's only concern now is how many bottles Yang Jian will have to drink after he leaves...
She didn't even dare to think about it; just thinking about it made her sad.
Yang Jiao hugged Mosquito Taoist back, raised her chin, and said:
"Go ahead, and come back soon."
Mosquito Taoist looked back three times as he left the room before transforming into a streak of light and departing.
Correct!
Go early and come back early.
She will definitely come back soon for the sake of milk.
After Mosquito Taoist left, the first thing Yang Jiao did was take the Innate Gourd Vine out of the Boshan Furnace to let it air out.
Look how much the vine has suffered; all the leaves have turned yellow.
Yang Jiao plucked the withered leaf from above and casually held it to Yang Jian's lips:
"Eat it, don't waste it."
Yang Jian obediently opened his mouth, chewed, and swallowed the leaf.
The slightly bitter taste made him frown.
He hadn't seen the halberd for a long time since it was used as a support for the gourd vine, and now he saw this weapon that he couldn't even lift back then.
Yang Jian was eager to try, rubbing his hands together as he stepped forward.
Grasp the bar and pull upwards with all your might.
Yang Jiao wanted to try to persuade him, but considering the child's obsession, she let him be.
"Now that everything is alright," she said to the system.
"Give me a ten-pull."
The rustling of the tokens flashed through my mind, and soon after, the system voice sounded:
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained 10 fragments of Fan Wujiu, the Black Impermanence.]
No more.
Fan Wujiu wasn't even born yet, and besides, what kind of skills does Hei Wuchang have?
Could it be...?
The system means that if I draw the Black Impermanence ability, then when I die, I'll at least have a job in the underworld.
What's the key to success in an interview? Is it having a thorough understanding of the business?
Her lips twitched, and she said in a muffled voice:
"I've exchanged the fragments of Black Impermanence."
[Successfully redeemed 10 fragments of Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu, currently being randomly drawn...]
【Ding. 】
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained Fan Wujiu's cultivation technique—the Soul-Hooking Technique.]
The sky is falling!
They really did give him a job in the underworld!
Still at the grassroots level!
If the system isn't working well, at least I could draw a judge for myself so I can become a clerk later.
Why was he assigned to manual labor? Just because he was strong?
Just as Yang Jiao was filled with grief and indignation, she heard a loud bang from inside the house.
She turned around in a panic and saw that Yang Jian had actually lifted the 7,200-pound halberd by a foot, moved it a few inches, and then put it down.
The heavy object smashed into the ground, creating a large, deep crater.
Yang Jiao looked at her younger brother and thought, "This kid... he's got a bit of me in him."
She quickly pulled Yang Jian, whose smug expression hadn't yet faded, to her side and warned him:
"Don't show off in front of Father, let him have something to look forward to."
You have to understand, Yang Tianyou's trauma is immense. Yang Jiao thinks he's mentally strong that he hasn't broken down yet.
In addition, there's Yang Chan, who hasn't been born yet.
Yang Jiao was also curious about what peculiarities her third sister would have at birth without the Heavenly Eye inheritance.
In another two or three months, it will be born.
I hope Father will not take out the ancestral iron chain again.
Once this matter was settled, Yang Jiao headed straight for the study.
Seeing his daughter pick up the paper on her own initiative, Yang Tianyou was pleasantly surprised and stepped forward to grind the ink for Yang Jiao himself.
Reading, writing, and painting are all good; they cultivate one's character.
In order to allow Yang Jiao to concentrate on her painting, Yang Tianyou even ordered Yang Jian not to make a sound, not even when he was suckling.
He thought with relief:
"They're still your own children, so they'll always have some of your traits in them."
With Yang Tianyou's tall figure beside him, he moved the freshly ground ink to a place where Yang Jiao could reach it, and stood behind his daughter to admire her masterpiece.
On the snow-white paper, a few black lines outlined the initial shape.
Although his brushstrokes were unsteady and the lines were crooked, Yang Tianyou, not wanting to dampen his daughter's enthusiasm, clapped his hands in congratulations:
"Excellent! My daughter is truly gifted; this dog drawing is remarkably lifelike."
Yang Jiao's hand froze, and the ink from the tip of the brush fell, spreading into a black blot on the painting.
She looked up at Yang Tianyou, looking troubled:
“Father, I drew Jiao’er herself…”
Yang Tianyou coughed lightly, just about to reorganize his words, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter behind him.
Yang Jian won't even drink milk anymore.
He laughed so hard he hiccuped.
"Hahaha, it's so ugly, hahahaha..."
Yang Tianyou went up and pressed his son's head down, covering his mouth and whispering:
"If you laugh again, I'll throw you out!"
Yang Jiao knew her drawing was bad, but wasn't it meant to ward off evil spirits?
Who told that lousy system to draw the door god, and of course, only the self-portrait type is useful?
Yang Jiao rallied her spirits and added a few more strokes, making it at least recognizable as a human figure. She then drew several more pictures and secretly used a conch shell to summon the spider demon, who then pasted them on the walls of Jiaoyue Cave.
He quickly dried the ink, picked up the painting, and ran outside.
Yang Tianyou panicked and waved and called out to his daughter's retreating figure:
"Jiao'er, don't show this to your mother, she's pregnant!"
My dear daughter, you deserve such a terrible crime!
But Yang Jiao ran not towards Yao Ji's room, but towards the main gate.
She took a few grains of rice from the kitchen, crushed them on the door, and then slapped her portrait on the doorway, one on each side, perfectly symmetrical.
Yang Tianyou, who had arrived a step too late, slapped his forehead, filled with regret, and said:
"It would be better to show it to your mother."
"Now everyone who passes by can see what's posted on their door. It's so embarrassing that it's made the whole village lose face."
The spider demons rushed over, and the little master gave them two paintings of indistinguishable figures to paste in front of the Bright Moon Cave, saying it was to ward off evil.
Master's command, I dare not disobey.
When the spider demon returned to the Moonlit Cave, she carefully smoothed out the edges of the portrait before pasting it on properly.
Just as she finished pasting it, a burst of golden light appeared, and then she thought to herself:
"Could it be some new magic weapon to ward off evil? My little master is so good to me, he actually thinks of me in everything."
I must be even more loyal to live up to my master's high regard.
As soon as the spider demon finished thinking, she stepped into the cave.
Just as he reached the door, two small faces that looked exactly like his junior master suddenly appeared from the portrait on the door and attacked him.
The spider demon was unharmed and was sent flying over a hundred meters away, crashing into a stone wall.
Struggling to his feet, he coughed up blood and said in disbelief:
"Little Master forgot... me too..."