Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 719 - 563 Dog Nose + - 564 Shaking Light Fiend_3

Chapter 719: Chapter 563 Dog Nose + Chapter 564 Shaking Light Fiend_3

One had to pretend not to see the wrongdoings of those demons, politely handing back the man-eating monsters to their owners.

And, cheerfully becoming a dog for the grand task of procuring scriptures for the Buddha Sect.

This seems somewhat suffocating, doesn’t it?

No need to mention the unpleasant stories, why not leave some suspense, giving the little one a beautiful fantasy.

"These days, haven’t you heard enough stories in Qingyang City?" Zhou Ping’an wanted to change the subject.

A child’s mind is always changing; once you change the subject, she immediately loses her fixation on discussing the Monkey.

"What stories? It’s all about your deeds, Brother Ping’an. Listening to their nonsensical fabrications all day, and I can’t even expose them, it’s really suffocating me."

Little Jiu’er puffed up her cheeks, making a suffocated expression.

"I remember now."

Zhou Ping’an understood immediately.

As Qingyang City was his foundation, control over public sentiment was extremely strict; not to speak of for Wishful Thought Power, but also for stability in the rear, subtly turning public sentiment to understand – who provided their food, who let them live good lives?

Though Zhou Ping’an hadn’t personally ordered it.

Yet, those civil and military officials under his command had long been unspokenly doing so.

All other places were left aside, chaos must not happen in the rear.

Therefore, it didn’t matter if Little Jiu’er didn’t want to hear stories.

Whenever she wanted to go out to the streets, stepping into teahouses and taverns to listen to storytellers...well, nine and a half out of ten times, what she heard was praise for Zhou Ping’an.

They simply portrayed him as a Heavenly God descending to earth, a mighty hero born to alleviate suffering.

A story heard the first time might be exhilarating.

Heard too many times, becoming monotonous, it loses all appeal.

If it were ordinary civilians, taking the made-up stories as true, they might well be intrigued to listen.

But Little Jiu’er knew the real military reports; no one would dare shuffle her off with false information, lest she become utterly bewildered at a tender age...

The Nanny in the mansion taught her more than just etiquette, but also how to handle such situations if she encountered them herself.

This was part of the coursework Lin Huaiyu had handed down before leaving Qingyang City.

In this way, Little Jiu’er completely ran out of fresh stories to hear.

Nobody dared offer her trivial books to read, and she couldn’t recognize that many characters anyway.

As for other members of the household, even if they knew some unofficial astonishing history, how many of them would be willing to risk their heads by sharing it with their young mistress?

Wouldn’t they fear being accused of leading people astray and getting beheaded?

For the young mistress, some stories are toxic and shouldn’t even be heard.

"Uh, this is my fault."

Zhou Ping’an thought about everyone in Qingyang City, blindfolded, blowing him up as a savior, and couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward.

He thought, ancient children are really quite pitiful.

How they compare to the modern society...

A tiny tot, a little creature that can’t even hold up a smartphone, already able to watch phones, scroll videos, see movies, what a blissful thing it is.

Not to debate whether this situation is good or bad, just looking at the variety of choices, those children are obviously much freer.

"What kind of story shall we tell? Can’t tell the one about White Snake...

With demons about to invade and a thousand-year catastrophe looming, portraying demons so favorably won’t do."

"If I mislead the little girl, making her think all the man-eating evil demons are as gentle as White Snake or as honorable as The Azure Snake, wouldn’t there be trouble if she encounters one later?"

Zhou Ping’an pondered secretly and was somewhat puzzled.

"Speaking of ’Dream of the Red Chamber’ isn’t right either; with all its spring flowers, autumn moons, and tender love, who knows what Little Jiu’er might think after hearing it?

What, talking to the little one about the principle of the vast land being very clean, that’s just too contrary to human nature."

"Maybe not even tales like Skyhawk’s ’Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’ would do...

A girl spending all day playing with seven men, it’s firstly not quite in line with our traditions. If the Third Miss hears of it, even giving me a disapproving look would be letting me off lightly."

After much consideration, Zhou Ping’an still chose to tell the story of Divine Enthronement.

"Speaking of ancient times during the Great Shang Dynasty at Chentang Pass, a Spiritual Pearl entered the womb, and Li Jing’s wife at Chentang Pass became subtly pregnant with a baby..."

One couldn’t deny, the story of Nezha was quite immersive.

After all, it’s also a story about a child.

Little Jiu’er listened captivated, occasionally asking questions.

When hearing about the killing of the Dragon King’s Third Prince, she couldn’t help but light up with excitement, as if she was fighting dragons herself.

When hearing of the Dragon King lodging complaints, and how Nezha cut his flesh to repay his mother and his bones to repay his father, she couldn’t help but tear up.

"Nezha is so pitiful, he doesn’t even have a body, and in the end he had to use a lotus root to make one; won’t he be caught and eaten by demons? Lotus root smells so good."

Little Jiu’er said sadly while drooling.

Zhou Ping’an understood at a glance that she wanted to eat lotus root slices.

"Do you really think he’s pitiful? Well, he is pitiful.

Actually, some things, right from the beginning, his character and actions have determined his later fate."

Choosing Nezha’s story was not random.

So-called educating through entertainment, it is necessary to teach some morals.

Children’s values need to be cultivated from a young age.

"Yeah, I know, I know. Even if I become capable, I still shouldn’t be careless.

There are many formidable masters in this world, unless one is as strong as Brother Ping’an, one must keep a low profile and avoid trouble."

Little Jiu’er raised her hand and answered.

Alright, even remembering to raise her hand to answer, Zhou Ping’an truly believed that Little Jiu’er had grasped the morals of the story.

"Nezha, reincarnated from the Spiritual Pearl, could not act recklessly; we, being ordinary people, must be even more careful."

Zhou Ping’an concluded.

"Spiritual Pearl... right, I have a Spiritual Pearl to give to Brother Ping’an as well."

Little Jiu’er excitedly took a stone bead out from the bag she carried, and handed it over.

"I feel it has a similar aura to Brother Ping’an’s, that’s why I picked it up for home."

"What?"

Zhou Ping’an felt the faint emanation of Shaking Light Fiend Qi from the stone bead, and was overjoyed.

He had been searching for it for a long time.

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