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

Chapter 122: Beating the younger generation in front of the ancestors and beating the father in front of the son
"Good you Shuijing, is this how you play?"

Iron chains and shackles dragged Sima Yi to force him to sit next to the desk. With a "rustling" sound, the hemp paper was spread out.

Sima Yi ground the ink and picked up the writing brush, and wrote quickly. With his many years of experience in using the copying technique, he wrote down the specialized methods of a group of extraordinary people from the Three Kingdoms.

There were a few places where he wrote vaguely, and some parts were even deliberately changed.

"I'll modify a few of the methods that reverse the flow of Qi, and then I'll make you go crazy. None of you will have a good life!"

"Shui Jing, come! Learn! Knowing many skills is always a waste!"

"Come and learn a hundred techniques!"

Sima Yi became more and more excited as he wrote, his pen moving quickly and when he was excited it was as if his body was on fire - he was on fire!
Crack, crackle!
A burning pain came from his elbow. Turning his head, Sima Yi saw a dull pink flame burning on his arm.

"Shui Jing, you are serious!"

The spiritual flag space is the domain of the weapon spirit San Che Gu, and with the help of the Huang family's hostile perception, any trace of evil intentions can't be hidden.

After all, Sima Yi was knowledgeable and experienced, and he knew that it would be difficult to deal with the burning of this karmic fire, so he made a prompt decision and cut off a part of the spirit with a wave of his finger.

The spiritual part at the peeling point was burned to ashes in the karmic fire, and the originally dim pink fire became darker in color.

“It is indeed the flame that eats karma.”

Sima Yi was still frightened as he looked at the wooden statue of Kong Ming beside him. The statue looked exactly like the wooden statue that had scared him away in his nightmare.

Out of curiosity, he stood up and walked towards the wooden statue. When he got closer, he found that the inside of the statue was actually hollow.

There came from it a ragged, heavy breathing sound.

Sima Yi swallowed his saliva and lifted up Kong Ming's wooden face. He saw a ghost with fangs sticking out and festering skin oozing pus, burning in the fire of karma and in great pain.

“Brother...Brother, save me...save..." A distorted and hoarse voice came one after another.

Sima Yi calmly took off the wooden mask.

"What is this, the charcoal of the wicked fire?"

Yan Huan's voice came from the air again, "I refined two Southeast Asian monkeys before."

"I don't want you to behave yourself, so I sent you to keep an eye on you. Maintaining the karmic fire requires karma, and you happen to have it, so isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"

What a living devil!
Sima Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You seem to be very nice to the elves, why do you treat me differently? You are hypocritical. A hypocritical person has no friends!"

Yan Huan snorted coldly. Outside the military tent, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the pens, inkstones, and writing brushes on the desk trembled.

"Yes, so that blow just now was also for Sui Sui. I didn't break your arm, so it was considered light."

Sima Yi was speechless and sat back on the straw mat angrily.

Yan Huan raised his hand and clenched it, and the soul-calling flag shrank into a small spirit flag and fell into his hand.

The commotion caused by the accidental development at Phoenix Mountain has finally come to an end.

The dense vines in the backyard disappeared and fell into the mud, leaving only the dilapidated and incomplete Prime Minister's Temple, lying alone in the dense cracks in the earth.

"This fellow is addicted to fun, it's a pity that Wuhou Sect has suffered such misfortune."

After getting rid of the five elements, Qingming floated in the air with her sleeves gathered up, looking at the mess on the ground. She frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

The ruins all over the ground were mostly caused by roots and trees, except for the two big holes in the roof of the Prime Minister's Temple. It seems that Xiao Huan was the one who was actually responsible for the demolition.

Qingming raised his hand, without saying a word, and hid behind Yan Huan.

In the southeast corner of the courtyard, among the ruins of the wall, Zhuge Gong was arranged in the shape of a "big" character, lying in the middle with its arms and legs wide open, staring blankly at the sky.

The two small mustaches were slightly curled due to the burns. The current head of the Wuhou Sect, who liked to wear a single coat and looked aloof, now looked like a madman. "True Fire·Samadhi···Wuhou Sect Legacy··"

"He has mastered the godhood... I am ashamed of my ancestors, I am useless..."

"Dad!" The battle was over, the chaos disappeared, and Zhuge Qing, who had recovered from the shock, finally remembered Zhuge Gong and hurried over.

Zhuge Gong was helped up, but he had already fallen into a state of delusion and Zhuge Qing could not wake him up at all.

What is more terrifying than the inner demon is the broken heart.

He tried every possible means to cultivate the family inheritance he had been searching for, but failed. Instead, his ancestor's karmic enemy learned it. Not only that, he was also shown off his skills in front of him.

This situation is like the goddess that one loves but cannot have, being lured away by the yellow-haired man that one has always despised. Not only that, the yellow-haired man also shows his affection to one's face, which would make anyone angry.

"Dad, wake up!"

"It's over. Even if I failed to comprehend it, there's still time in the future. I can't give up on myself!" Zhuge Qing shook his head violently.

Zhuge Gongtou swung back and forth like a pendulum, and he kept muttering, "It's gone, it didn't work, it's still gone..."

Yan Huan walked over slowly and squatted on the rubble.

Judging from his performance, he has been deeply possessed by the devil and seems to have lost his soul.

"Master Yan, you know the way around this matter, please help my father." Zhuge Qing requested.

Yan Huan was deeply worried and had obstacles in his heart, avoiding reality. Most of the time it was because of insufficient external stimulation. At this time, he needed a few sudden blows to wake him up first.

After traveling in the world for more than half a year, Yan Huan gradually discovered some things.

Even if you have all the tricks, in most cases, they are not as effective as a slap in the face.

Some people are like old household appliances with poor circuit contact, or they are like cucumbers, they deserve to be beaten!

He will be obedient after a few hits.

Yan Huan picked up Zhuge Gong's button and brought him in front of him.

Snapped!
A slap came towards his face, and he didn't hold back. In a moment, a red mark appeared on Zhuge Gong's face.

This stunned Zhuge Gong and also stunned Zhuge Qing.

The Wuhou School's undiscovered genius just stared at them in confusion.

First he beat his descendants in front of his ancestors, and now he beats his father in front of his son. This master is somewhat free and uninhibited.

"It's time to wake up, Mr. Zhuge. This is too ugly."

"If you insist on doing this, you will really bring shame to your ancestors."

Zhuge Gong looked at Yan Huan lifelessly, with no life in his eyes. He just reacted to the burning pain on his face.

"True Fire Samadhi!" Yan Huan shouted.

Zhuge Gong's cloudy and lifeless eyes finally had a brief glimmer of light.

"Do you think the greatest legacy of your Wu Hou sect is the True Fire Samadhi?" Yan Huan questioned, "You are wrong!"

"The greatest legacy of Wu Hou is Mr. Kong Ming's aspiration and state of mind to study, which is to be indifferent to fame and wealth, and to be calm and far-sighted. It is his loyalty and dedication to work until his death. It is his courage and broad mind to go against the will of heaven to save the people even though he knew the world was hopeless!"

"You give up the great path and pursue the small path. When you encounter setbacks, you belittle yourself and give up on yourself. Your ancestors should really wake you up."

Yan Huan raised his hand, and Zhuge Gong suddenly saw a red-robed shadow overlapping with Yan Huan.

(End of this chapter)