Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 10: Vow, Confine the Spirit

At the top of Baiyun Peak, the cold wind is blowing.

Before Yan Huan reached the top of the mountain, he saw peach blossoms on the cliffs, blooming extremely passionately.

Illusions, fox charms, the mountain elves and wild spirits here are quite powerful.

The peach blossoms are pink and blooming, blending into the snowy night. Their beauty and tranquility complement each other, creating a unique charm.

There was a voice deep in the peach forest, soft and sweet.

In a trance, Yan Huan saw several figures. Some of them were leaning against the protruding rocks on the cliff, while others were sitting on peach branches, gently swinging their snow-white legs.

All of them have faces as fair as peaches and plums, with rosy lips, and are extremely beautiful.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would probably step into the maze unconsciously, fall into the abyss, and end up being smashed to pieces.

Yan Huan used a ray of golden light from the Qingming Festival to adorn his golden pupils, and the illusion in front of his eyes suddenly broke open.

From a distance, there were only a few patches of dark green moss and three snow foxes with shiny fur on the edge of the cliff.

"All the animals with Qi in their bodies have run away. It seems that these three are the oldest ones here."

Yan Huan looked back to the east, and the outline of Eagle's Beak Peak was faintly visible in the snowy night.

It’s too troublesome to go back and forth, why not call everyone over for a meeting!
"Sister Qingming, lend me another ray of golden light, I want to 'raise the imperial pen'."

Yan Huan pinched the bright beam of light with his fingers and drew a golden talisman in the air. Although this technique of "lifting the imperial pen" came from the legend of "Qianlong lifting the pen to point to the five immortals", from the performance, it was more like the decree of heaven and earth of the Maoshan Shangqing sect.

The order is accomplished and the masses are inspired.

Spirits gradually came over to the top of Eagle's Beak Peak.

"Damn it! The Qing dynasty is over! How come there are still people who would 'carry the imperial pen'?"

A shiny, narrow shadow streaked across the sky.

Yan Huan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a large yellow fox holding a pipe emerging from the mist.

That thing had a ferocious look on its face and swore a lot, but its pressure was far less than that of Tianchi Banjiao, not to mention Jiao Ye and Jin Jing Qingming who were attached to Yan Huan.

Nowadays, the one who can "hold the imperial pen" is definitely not an ordinary person. The yellow-skinned man cursed a few words to vent his anger, but when he calmed down, he did not dare to neglect the person in front of him at all.

"Junior?"

Do not!
The yellow-skinned man had sharp eyes and a careful mind, and he immediately noticed the things behind Yan Huan. Although he couldn't see the blurry outlines clearly, he felt that those things were definitely of higher seniority than his own.

"I'm from Ma Xian'er's family. Come to think of it, several guardian gods at the foot of the mountain are related to me!" It grinned.

Yan Huan ignored the big pipe and waved his hand while standing between the Hu and Huang families.

"My fellow immortals." Yan Huan showed his sympathy as soon as he spoke. "As I said before, cultivation is not easy. You must practice with care. If you make a mistake, you will be doomed forever. Recently, more and more young people have gone down the mountain, causing unrest in the Northeast."

"How about you ask your children and grandchildren to restrain themselves?"

Before the three white foxes could respond, the quick-witted yellow fox took over the conversation.

"But cultivating immortals and eating incense is a rule left by our ancestors. This path to immortality has been passed down from generation to generation. You emperors are still thinking about eternity, so why can't we, the younger generation, make further progress?"

"Besides, Master, even if I give them instructions, they may not listen. It's hard to be an elder now, because there are so many troublemakers under them."

Yan Huan nodded upon hearing this.

The yellow-skinned fellow was speaking politely, but the substance of his words was like white rice mixed with gravel, which made your teeth hurt when you chewed it.

"Yes, I also make my family worry. Children nowadays are difficult to discipline."

“Since we can’t start with the younger generation, we can only solve the problem from the root.” Yan Huan said helplessly, his tone full of regret.

The yellow fox seemed to have heard a joke.

source?

What is the root cause? If we want to say the root cause, we can only blame this Changbai blessed land and the immortal path rules set by the ancient strangers.

"But even if you are highly skilled, you can't break the Changbai Spiritual Vein, nor can you cut off the immortal path of the elves in this world, right?"

Hahahaha!

Yan Huan listened to the shrill laughter and nodded in approval, "Back then, there was a madman who cut off the dragon veins of the world, but unfortunately I am weak and don't have that ability. But this root is not just about the Changbai Spiritual Vein and the Immortal Path!"

"My Immortal, think about it, why is it that your Hu and Huang families occupy the mountain, while my friends of the sparrows and monkeys have no chance at all? This is clearly a monopoly."

Once the golden essence Qingming left, the order of the Changbai spiritual vein was disrupted.

The opportunities for animals to obtain and refine Qi are unbalanced.

Yan Huan glanced into the air and continued, "You old people are too smart. New elves don't need any chance to be born. There's no other way. You old things will tell them how to go. After all, there is no animal that doesn't protect its own young. And one more thing, you guys are too fertile."

"This is the root I was talking about."

Yan Huan turned his palm upside down, and a handful of golden sand rolled up in his palm, and a pair of shining golden scissors took shape.

"Are you going to cut off my roots?"

The yellow-skinned man suddenly opened his eyes wide, not expecting that the young man would be so cruel.

It blew out a puff of smoke from its sharp mouth, and its slick and shiny body instantly hid in the hazy fog, intending to escape.

"Evil beast, come here quickly!"

Confining spirits and dispatching generals is one of the Eight Great Skills, which was mastered by the great shaman Feng Tianyang from Liangshan. Under this sorcery, the spirits have no chance of escaping.

A figure in the mist was quickly pulled back.

Yan Huan grabbed the yellow fox's throat with one hand and lifted it in front of him.

"The Jin Xing... the self... the natural force... did the boss Jin Jing go with you three years ago?"

"And this witchcraft, why don't I have the ability to resist at all? Even if it is to imprison spirits, it is too overbearing."

Yan Huan loosened his grip, and the vague animal shadow slipped from his palm.

"I am kind-hearted and will give you the right to choose. You can choose between the two solutions."

"I understand, I understand... From now on, I will never lead those in the clan who have no chance, those who are not right in heart, and those who are not enlightened into the path of immortality." The yellow-skinned man whimpered softly.

Yan Huan nodded and turned to look towards Baiyun Peak.

"What about you?"

The three white foxes nodded to each other and said in unison, "The younger generation in our tribe are very obedient, just say a few words."

"Woo——" The yellow-skinned man bared his teeth and glared at the opposite side.

"But Master..." One of the white foxes opened his mouth, "As Master said, we have been unrestrained in the past three years. There are too many young people in the clan, and there are countless clever ones. After this, I am afraid it will be difficult for ordinary people living down the mountain."

The white fox's soft whisper couldn't be any lower.

The implication seemed to be that he was begging Yan Huan to give him a way out.

Yan Huan thought for a while and saw that the white foxes still had their charm. It happened that he didn't have a fox spirit by his side, so he had the idea of ​​taming them.

"When the Ma Xianer family sets up a hall, there are two choices: the 'guardian fairy' who brings good fortune to the family and the 'out-of-the-horse fairy' who is famous all over the world. My family is very beautiful with nothing but four walls, so there is no need for a guardian fairy. Why not let your younger generation follow me and become famous all over the world with me?"

"The choice is yours. If you are the type who likes to stay at home, the Guan family and I will try our best to find a place for you."

"In addition." Yan Huan put his palms together and raised his hands to the sky. "Heaven and earth are witnesses. I, Yan Huan, swear that I will not obey the laws of spirits in this life. If I break my oath, the spirits that signed the contract with me will be free and will devour me completely, leaving no trace of my body."

I found that the witchcraft of "jumping spirits and sending generals" was not mentioned in the two times of detaining spirits, so I would like to add a small addition, haha.

Also, please continue reading. If you have any questions, please leave a comment, (manual flowers)!
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