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

Chapter 107 Why are you all quarreling?

"The spirits and sorcerers are in tune with each other. This is not only Mr. Shuijing's intention, but also my own decision. In order to accomplish great deeds and save the people of the world, I am willing to go against the will of heaven. Both Mr. Shuijing and I deeply admire such enlightenment."

"Please allow me to stay by your side, Mr. Zhuge."

The wooden man woven with vines bowed and spoke, saluting in a proper manner.

Zhuge Liang looked at the small nameless mountain full of spring and remained silent for a long time.

He clenched his fists slightly, with increasing strength, and the veins on the back of his hands appeared.

"I appreciate your kindness."

"But this is the only thing that is not possible. Mr. Shuijing is about to ascend to heaven. He is already half a step away from becoming an immortal. How can he be missing one of the five elements at this time?" Zhuge Liang waved his hand and rejected the wood spirit.

"Let's go back."

With just one sentence, Zhuge Liang passed by the wood spirit.

It was the desolate and bleak end of autumn, and only a few days were left before the even more dead and bleak winter. In front of Kong Ming, there was a road full of flowers, leading straight to the chaotic and corrupt world.

The wood spirit waited behind him silently. Every time Kong Ming took another step, flowers bloomed. Wherever he went, spring spread.

On this day, the people of Xiangyang City felt as if they had witnessed a miracle. They lost track of the seasons for a moment. No one could tell whether it was the cold and cramped late autumn or an early and vibrant spring.

“Just send it here.”

"Go back to Mr. Shuijing!"

Zhuge Liang turned his head and said.

The vine man with flowers and green leaves all over his body shook his head stubbornly, waiting where he was and refusing to leave.

"Do you know how important that half step is to Mr. Shui Jing?"

The wood elf nodded.

"But Mr. Zhuge may not know how important Mr. Shuijing thinks of you as his friend."

Zhuge Liang stopped again, his heart in turmoil as he watched the bouquets of flowers swaying by the roadside.

A fire of life ignited in his hands and quickly spread to his whole body.

"This fire is powered by the Three Treasures. Using it once will consume a huge amount of your energy. It will take you at least ten days or half a month to warm yourself up. But if I stay by your side..."

"enough!"

Whoosh!

A ball of dark fire spread and raged, adding an eerie splendor to the clusters of flowers.

The wood spirit took a few steps back, away from the fire.

"Go back and help the gentleman finish half a step first, and then come to help me afterwards."

Whoosh!

The flame burned a little more vigorously, but the brightness was still soft and dim.

True Fire Samadhi, wrapped around the right foot which was made up of wood spirit roots.

"Huh? These two people seem to be quite considerate of each other. It seems that it would be difficult for the wood spirit to make a decision if it is caught between the two sides." Yan Huan supported his chin and thought about it.

This was the time when Sleeping Dragon emerged from his mountain, so in the second year, Sima Hui should have almost passed away.

"If we turn the seasons around, is this the 12th year of Jian'an or the 13th year of Jian'an?"

The illusion of flowing light unfolded according to Yan Huan's wishes.

The scene is divided into two, with a thick layer of fog in between, and the events on both sides of Zhuge Liang and Sima Hui are unfolding at the same time.

Just after the farewell, Sima Hui sat cross-legged on a huge rock beside a stream, gazing at the sky, wondering what he was thinking about.

"The Wolong has come out of the mountain, it's time for us to take the next step."

"Now? Now after sending the wood elf away?" The pure and bright liquid beauty emerged from the stream.

"It's still here." Sima Hui picked up a pale yellow wild chrysanthemum growing at the bottom of the boulder and placed it on his knees.

Something is wrong!

Something is wrong! Yan Huan had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at Sima Hui who was concentrating with his eyes closed.

According to the Records of Strange People, Zhuangzi Xiu had ascended to heaven and became an immortal, but the essence of the five elements still existed in the human world. There was no reason why Sima Hui, the once famous wizard king, would not know about this.

In this case, he could just leave the wood spirit with Kong Ming after completing the last half step, without having to assign it out in advance.

At this time, without the wood essence, the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements cannot circulate and operate over and over again.

"Unless you never thought you could succeed!"

"I only want to be friends with the mountains and forests, I don't want to be an official, I don't want to shed my heart for achievements, but I am extremely concerned about world affairs and the chaotic and turbulent social and political situation. All I talk about with my friends are things like saving people from water and fire. This is very awkward from the beginning."

"Mr. Shui Jing, you've been confused since the beginning!"

Yan Huan sighed, these are all people who were born at the wrong time.

If you take the wrong path, just start over. Why take the risk and take this step stubbornly?

Yan Huan cupped his hands and bowed to Sima Hui. The sorcerer sitting on the boulder mobilized the five elements, and his soul with colorful rays of light flew up to the sky. But in the next second, he turned into a breeze and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

The figure on the boulder fell heavily and landed in the gurgling stream.

"Ok?"

When Sima Hui passed away, Yan Huan was shocked, and his soul was shaken by something. He carefully looked around, but found nothing unusual, so he set his sights on the wood spirit.

The vine-man escaped back to Xiaowuming Mountain and saw Sima Hui lying peacefully in the stream. He was stunned for a moment, then slowly moved and leaned against the boulder.

Moss grew on the rocks, and the surrounding ground was full of colorful flowers. The bamboo forest became more and more lush and green. At the same time, thousands of peach blossoms bloomed, covering the entire small nameless mountain. When the spring breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers filled the air for ten miles.

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In the 12th year of Jianxing, at Wuzhangyuan, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in August. That night, the Milky Way was shining brightly, and the rain and dew were falling. The flags did not move, and the fighting was silent.

Zhuge Kongming asked heaven for help in extending his life and set up the Seven-Star Life-Extending Lamp.

Outside the military tent, Jiang Wei sent forty-nine people to guard it. Zhuge Kongming set up an altar in the tent with incense and offerings to the heavens. Seven life-extending lamps were placed on the ground, and outside were forty-nine small lamps.

In the middle, there is a natal lamp.

Zhuge Liang bowed to the sky and said: "I vowed to punish the traitors of the country, but I didn't expect that my star would fall and my life would end. I respectfully write this letter to the heavens..."

The wood spirit hid in the night, flapped its wings made of rattan in the air, and roared angrily.

"Instead of asking God for your life, why not ask me?"

With a whistling sound, the wood elf transformed into a blue bird and flapped its wings to fly into the sky.

A cool breeze cleared the smoke of the battlefield, and all the soldiers felt unprecedented comfort.

Above the nine heavens, thunder was raging. A beam of lightning struck the blue bird. When it flapped its wings again, there was another flash of lightning and thunder.

Six nights had passed, and the natal lamp was still bright and flickering. Zhuge Liang was delighted. He held a sword in the tent and practiced the Stepping Gang Fighting Technique.

At this time, Jiang Wei walked in, holding a blue bird with its spiritual light fading away. The bird was burned all over and was barely breathing, as if it was about to die.

"This bird seems to have been struck down by a thunderbolt. Prime Minister, what does this mean?"

Zhuge Liang stroked the blue bird and felt an unusually familiar scent.

The next moment, soldiers outside the village shouted loudly. Before the two men came out of the tent to ask, Wei Yan rushed in hurriedly.

The person who came hurriedly extinguished the natal lamp.

"Kong Ming... you deserve to die... you should have listened to me a long time ago... you have repeatedly seen through the secrets of heaven and acted against the will of heaven, you have long been unacceptable to heaven..." The bird's beak opened and closed with difficulty, but no one heard the faint voice.

Man has no say in everything, and it is difficult to fight against fate.

Yan Huan shook his head. "Bifang, didn't you say that we would decide whether to be struck by lightning or not? You must have been struck hard this time."

Seeing this, Yan Huan couldn't tell whether the wood spirit was mad at Kong Ming or at himself.

Now that things have come to this, there is no need to continue the remaining flowing light illusion.

Yan Huan bowed to the figure on the cart that was leaving the village to observe the camp. When the light faded, he was kneeling before the statue of Kong Ming.

Standing up and touching Bifang, Yan Huan smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so awkward more than a thousand years ago."

(End of this chapter)