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

Chapter 105: Thousands of Years of Past Events, Kong Ming and the Water Mirror

Yan Huan pointed at the Jiuwei point with both fingers. Acupoints like Jiuwei and Yuzhen are strong points that can cause fainting. If you poke them too hard, they will be like death points. Yan Huan pointed carefully and barely made Zhuge Qing faint.

Incense is burning on the altar, and the statue of Kong Ming is wearing a Han-style civil servant robe, holding a feather fan, a crane cloak, and plain shoes. He still has a calm expression, a kind face, and nods in thought.

"It's a shame that you graduated from the acting department of Shanghai Theatre Academy, but there are some things that you can't fool yourself no matter how hard you act."

Inheriting the glory...
This was the first time he lost. After being troubled by Wang Ye’s “Fenghou Qimen” and Ma Xianhong’s “Shenji Bailian” once, he should be obedient.

Yan Huan sat on a cushion, with his back against the altar, looking up at the statue of Zhuge Kongming.

"It's only the first day, and you've already beaten the new generation of genius like this. It's even harder to speak up."

Yan Huan had to admit that he was ill-considered before accepting the challenge.

But I have to admit that when I saw Zhuge Qing's old fox face, I felt like they were old friends at first sight, but at the same time, I inexplicably felt angry.

I don't know where this resentment came from, but it lingers in my heart for a long time.

So even though the situation is tense now, Yan Huan feels a little depressed but mostly refreshed, as if he has a sense of revenge.

"Bifang, did you do something to me secretly?"

"Why are you bullying the descendants of Wu Hou? I feel secretly happy for some reason." Yan Huan folded his arms and flapped his wings. The candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered faintly, and Qing Yi disappeared.

"This shows that our compatibility is getting higher and higher. Wood magic is not as simple as the withering and flourishing of plants and trees as you understand it. The attributes of wind and thunder also belong to the wood element of the Five Elements."

Bifang transformed into a blue bird the size of a peregrine falcon and landed on Yan Huan's shoulder.

"At least for us, we won't be struck by lightning if we do too many bad things. As you walk the long road, you will slowly realize that even if we are struck by lightning, we are responsible for it."

Yan Huan helplessly glanced at Zhuge Qing who had fainted beside him, and asked again: "Is there such a great hatred and resentment?"

"Being burned by the True Fire Samadhi once, the pain lasted for a hundred years, and the memory is still fresh."

The little bluebird looked up, recalled a past event, and then looked away.

"Is it that simple?" Yan Huan said with a wicked smile.

Bifang was right. The wizard and the elves were getting more and more compatible, and they were becoming more and more aware of each other's feelings.

This wood spirit Bifang has something to hide. His resentment towards Zhuge Liang is not just about the True Fire Samadhi.

"What else?"

"Don't believe it? You will know once you are burned by the True Fire Samadhi."

Yan Huan raised his hand and pinched the blue bird, then shook his head and said, "You weren't the only one who knew about this history."

"Sister Qingming, tell us what happened between you at that time."

A white dress fell from behind and turned into a fluorescent snow-jade white rabbit that nestled in front of Yan Huan's legs.

"It was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The country was on the verge of collapse and the people were living in poverty. All over the world, heroes emerged and fought for supremacy in the Central Plains."

"At that time, there were only two options for scholars: either to take office voluntarily or be forced to participate in the political and military struggles; or to retire and avoid the world and avoid disaster."

"At that time, our master, Mr. Shuijing Sima Hui, chose the second option."

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Jin Jing Qingming was silent for a while, then golden light scattered in all directions, and he performed the "Flowing Light Illusion" technique.

While Bifang was still cursing and complaining, Yan Huan had been dragged into a small nameless mountain thousands of years ago.

"As for the rest, you can read it yourself."

A clear sound like water came to Yan Huan's mind at Qingming Festival. He was sitting cross-legged in the bamboo forest, with a clear stream flowing by his side. It was already autumn, and the forest was filled with mist and smoke. The green sea of ​​bamboo forest rippled and spread in all directions.

In front of the chessboard, Yan Huan, playing black, moves first and places the piece at Tianyuan.

Snapped!
The black chess piece falls, the damp and hazy mist dissipates and fades away, all things flourish, birds sing and swallows chirp, and spring is here.

"Just by placing a chess piece, the flow of the four seasons has been partially changed. Has Mr. Shui Jing's cultivation improved to this level?"

At the end of the path in the middle of the bamboo forest, a person was walking slowly.

Yan Huan fumbled for the chess box, picked up a white piece, and looked at the person who came with a smile. The person looked somewhat similar to Zhuge Qing, and his every move was gentle and elegant, but his face had narrow and squinting eyes, a playful smile, and an unfathomable and cunning aura like a fox.

People with squinty eyes are monsters.

"Kong Ming, have you thought it through?" Yan Huan was about to speak, but found that he could only speak as the illusion developed and could not interfere with the direction of events at this time.

At least in this dreamlike world, he is Mr. Water Mirror Sima Hui.

"I just haven't thought it through, so I came to ask you for help." Zhuge Liang walked over, sat cross-legged opposite the chessboard, and took the white piece from Yan Huan's hand.

"I'm just an idler in the mountains, and I usually only make friends with the mountains and forests. How can I make decisions for you on such an important matter?" Yan Huan tapped the ground with his fingers, and a small green vine spread over, dragging tea from the teapot.

Whoosh!

A fire suddenly started in the air, the teapot was boiled, hot water was brewed, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

"They're all here. It must have taken a lot of effort."

"Fate, luck, and God's mercy." Yan Huan shook his head.

"Sir, you are a natural born wizard, which is really enviable. It would be fine if you were just a wizard, but you are also proficient in strange things and classics. If you continue like this, there will be no place for petty sorcerers like you to survive." Zhuge Liang took the teacup from Qingteng.

"Is it to repay the three visits, or is it for the common people of this world?" Yan Huan glanced at the white piece that was slow to fall.

Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Is there no other way but to stay away from the world?"

"For others, yes. But you are Zhuge Kongming." Yan Huan said.

"Have you calculated it?" Seeing that the man had a weak breath, disordered breathing, and looked seriously ill, Yan Huan had a trace of suspicion in his heart.

Who in the world knows the resourcefulness and extraordinary methods of this great sorcerer better than himself? This man must have calculated for himself before coming here. Yan Huan was asking even though he knew the answer.

Ordinary people could never imagine the backlash brought about by divination and trying to spy on the secrets of heaven, let alone this kind of divination technique that could change the overall situation of the world.

If it were an ordinary warlock, he would have died eight or ten times already.

"Ah... Going against the will of heaven will not lead to a good end."

Yan Huan said nothing and took a sip of tea. A hint of blood and the bitterness of the tea exploded on the tip of his tongue. He suppressed the discomfort and swallowed back the turbid blood surging in his throat.

"I thought you would come. I have a divination, too."

"Comments are nothing more than numbers. Although Crouching Dragon has found his master, he is not in his prime time."

What a pity!

It's funny to say, "If you can get one of the two, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, you can pacify the world." He was the one who said this. Now that Kong Ming has come, has he fulfilled his promise to recommend this talent to Liu Bei?

"Kong Ming, you are not here to call for punishment today, are you? You know Xuande well, we can't just give him a bad face."

(End of this chapter)