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

Chapter 128 I Slide

"Then I didn't step over there either, so who knows!" Zhuge Liang stared at the four pieces on the chessboard that were arranged diagonally in pairs. If he took the next step, there would be three white pieces in two places and the black pieces would have no hope of turning over.

As far as Gobang is concerned, the opponent's level is also extremely limited.

After thinking about it, Zhuge Liang made his move at random, no longer caring about the outcome of the game.

Turning the topic back to "the king", Zhuge Liang continued to speculate that as the overall situation of heaven and earth changes, my body is also changing. When heaven and man become one and return to the great way, one will ascend to heaven.

Yan Huan could realize the magical mystery of this state just by imagining it.

Knowing the changes and becoming part of the changes of heaven and earth is equivalent to exhausting the truth of this world. This kind of freedom is probably similar to the free and easy state of mind of the great master Zhuang Zixiu.

The difference is that the former is to know the wonderful principles of heaven and earth, and to take knowledge and the pursuit of knowledge as freedom. There will be no more confusing and difficult things in the world, and one will feel at ease from then on; while the latter is to seek freedom, ease and ease. What one seeks is still the ultimate truth, and what one gets in the end is "the simplest way is the best."

"Understand the world, then master yourself." Zhuge Liang said, "Isn't it very similar to the path you took as a witch doctor?"

"Understand yourself, and then merge with all things." Yan Huan said after thinking about it. He had an epiphany in the mountains of Liupanshui in the past, and had vague signs of knowing the "Tao". This was probably the path he was taking.

One is from the outside in, the other is from the inside out.

"This is also the reason why Liang did not recommend lighting the true fire at this moment. What Sima Zhongda proposed was just self-discharge based on his innate special skills. He can light it because he knows himself."

"Mr. Shui Jing may be able to comprehend it through his understanding of the technique, but the true fire he ignites is definitely not pure, or in other words, it is not considered true fire."

"The key to the True Fire Samadhi technique is always just a few short sentences. It is extremely simple but also extremely dangerous, so you need to think twice before trying it this time."

Master the changes of heaven and earth, master yourself, understand yourself, integrate with all things, achieve the unity of man and nature...
A series of characters popped into Yan Huan's mind. He even remembered the words "pick up" and "put down" spoken by the wizards and sorcerers in the illusion of flowing light, and he had a vague understanding of it.

Ignite the true fire, today, right now.

"Thank you Mr. Kong Ming for the reminder."

"In that case, there is only one thing to do now."

clap clap!

Zhuge Liang clapped his hands and said, "Once you understand me, you will surely be able to ignite a pure and bright fire of life in the future."

"As for now, it is better to finish the game of chess first."

Yan Huan shook his head, "Mr. Kong Ming has already won the chess game. How about letting Huan win the last time?"

"I wonder if Mr. Kong Ming has confidence in the creation made by Ling Zheng. Huan Ke will have to give it a try."

"Liang naturally trusts Madam's craftsmanship."

"That's good. Huan has almost recovered from the mental exhaustion from the battle with Sima Yi. In this case, please ask Mr. Kong Ming to be a witness. Today is the day of frost, and the white tiger will return to its master." Yan Huan stood up and waved his arms to dispel the lingering murderous intent.

"Then let's go out..." Zhuge Liang shook his head, seeming to feel something was wrong.

No matter how confident you are in your wife's craftsmanship, she cannot withstand the test of the White Tiger.

This jade stone is the residence of the remaining soul. If it is broken, it will have no place to live.

"Then get out!" Yan Huan opened his eyes and regained his composure.

Jin Jingqingming was sitting in front of the jujube wood square table in the middle of the guest room, counting the golden cakes on the table to relieve his boredom.

"Done?"

"Before, a familiar aura pulled you away. That person had no ill intentions, so I didn't deal with him. The person who could do such a thing here, is Zhuge Kongming?"

snort!
Bifang on the side snorted coldly.

"It is the Prime Minister."

"But the True Fire Samadhi project has not yet been completed. We need to wait for another hour or two. I have some clues."

"Let's go out now and capture the white tiger."

It was late at night, the cold autumn night was deserted and few people were wandering around outside. The entire Wuhou family was pitch black except for the light in Zhuge Qing's room who was tossing and turning.

Yan Huan chose the location in the mountains outside Zhuge Bagua Village.

The moon was waning, and the place was covered with dark clouds. The dense forests in the mountains were gloomy, and there was not a single bit of extra light. When the fight started, it would surely be filled with dazzling golden light.

In order to avoid being seen, Yan Huan set up the black wooden box in advance. This time, the dark cube did not completely converge to the center. The screen wall was left in an open space halfway up the mountain, which blended perfectly with the night.

"Oh, long time no see, Wood Spirit!" Zhuge Liang's voice came from the jade.

The wood spirit Bifang did not answer, but snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Yan Huan touched the screen wall. It had no physical touch and was like an illusory projection.

"Can you withstand the killing aura of the White Tiger?"

There was an explosion, and golden light burst out from the cracks. That was a disco in the deep mountains. With the sudden strong light, the Zhuge Village at the foot of the mountain must have felt extremely lively.

"Who do you think I am?"

"His White Tiger is just a spirit beast born at the beginning of the world, but the essence of the five elements added together is the world itself. It cannot escape the Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, and it also wants to break my shadow wall."

In this way, Yan Huan felt relieved.

"In that case, let's do it."

The jade glowed faintly, first with a light blue glow, then the light became brighter, turning from blue to white, and finally into a blinding golden light.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from it, condensed in the dark and gloomy shadow wall, and gradually took shape.

Roar!
A tiger roared in the forest, startling the birds and animals resting in the forest. After a burst of rapid flapping of wings, countless birds whose faces could not be seen quickly flew towards the horizon.

In the smoke, a ferocious and powerful tiger claw stepped out first, shaking the earth violently. In the white smoke, the tiger's eyes were bright, like burning golden light, hanging like a big lantern.

The overwhelming murderous intent hit like a wave, and the strong wind blew up layers of rocks, splashing in all directions like a meteor.

The white tiger, which had been sleeping for more than 1,800 years, had not lost any of its majesty. Its fur was as white as silver, with black stripes in the middle like burning flames. Its muscles were smooth and tight. The murderous aura, pressure, and heavy, suffocating feeling all wrapped around Yan Huan.

"The color of the hair, the majestic posture, the sharp murderous aura like a knife!"

The Eight Deceitful Gods - White Tiger!
No need to say more, let's fight!
Roar!
There was another roar, and the white tiger hesitated a little, then moistened its nose and nodded towards the jade.

Baihu has been guarding a remnant soul for 1,800 years. His heart is as strong as his master's, "devoting all his energy to the cause until his death." Although he has selfish motives, he is hesitant at this moment.

Zhuge Liang's figure gradually appeared, leaning against the white tiger.

"Compared to the sorcerer who is obsessed with deduction and calculation, this powerful wizard is more in line with your heart. Now that you have the heart to recognize the master, don't hesitate to move forward."

"If you lose, follow us. If you win, we will come back." Zhuge Liang comforted.

The white tiger seemed to have finally made up its mind and raised its head and roared.

The tiger roared and the wind blew. Its furious and murderous aura condensed into blades and flew forward.

The eight deceitful gods are in different positions and cannot fight each other. The young men of the Hu and Huang families trembled in fear under the pressure of the beast king's aura and huddled together beside Yan Huan with difficulty.

In high-end games, it is still better to use the essence of the five elements.

"White Tiger is responsible for killing and belongs to the metal of the west."

"Bifang, you have to be careful. The five elements' conflict may have a significant impact on your healing ability." Yan Huan reminded the blue bird that was resting on his shoulder.

"It's a small matter." Bifang replied.

Yan Huan applied the five elements to his body, wore flowing golden armor, waved the green wings behind him, opened his hand, and the golden light transformed into a long sword, which he held firmly in his hand.

Hundreds of soldiers are performing martial arts exercises, and all kinds of weapons are hovering behind them.

"Fire Sky!"

At a command, the Fire God, who was created by the Fire Poison Sect with great effort, suddenly fell to the ground and smashed a huge pit in the hard mountain.

King Kong's eyes were glaring, and his thick and hard arms smashed towards the white tiger. The white tiger swung its claws to catch the tiger. The two giants collided, and strong winds arose. The surrounding trees fell down like green onions in the wind. The open space in the mountains expanded to twenty meters square, leaving more room for both sides to act.

The attack failed, and Huotian moved all four arms, holding the rosary and the bamboo stick and swinging at Baihu. Baihu wanted to swing his arms to block it, but dense vines grew out of the mountain where he stepped on his palms, and wrapped him tightly.

There was no way to escape now. The white tiger looked at Huotian with golden eyes, opened its mouth and roared, and bit at the rosary bamboo stick and vajra with its sharp fangs.

Yan Huan, who was still waiting for an opportunity, was stunned.

Although Huotian is a spiritual creature created by the Fire Poison Cult of Southeast Asia based on faith, he is also a real guardian Vajra, who is said to be as still as a mountain and as powerful as thunder.

Such a ferocious and tough spirit creature, its handheld magical weapon was easily shattered by the white tiger's bite.

Carrara!
The white tiger bit the magic weapon made of unknown material into pieces, and with a murderous intent, all the vines wrapped around its front paws withered.

The tiger's paw was raised high and slapped on Huo Tian's solemn face. The next second, the stone statue was broken, the rubble scattered all over the ground, and the flames surrounding Huo Tian disappeared.

"I was hoping to buy time a little longer so I could charge up for a 'Break the Formation Kill' attack, but I didn't expect this Southeast Asian monkey to come up with something so fragile."

No, it’s not Huo Tiancui, it’s Baihu’s palm that was too brutal and overbearing.

But this is the White Tiger, this is the level that the Eight Deceitful Gods who are in charge of killing should have. Even after sleeping for 1,800 years, his edge has not diminished at all.

"Huotian, come back!"

Click!
All the broken stones were collected on the spiritual flag. It would take a lot of effort to put them back together after they were broken into such a miserable state.

Zhuge Liang gathered his hands together and waved them, "The Spirit Sea tactic is not feasible. How about trying the close combat that Baihu prefers the most?"

Yan Huan smiled bitterly.

Mr. Kong Ming's opinion is truly fatal.

But since it is the elf's preference, let's just give it a try.

Yan Huan flapped his wings to help, and rushed towards the white tiger at high speed. With a slid, he avoided the tiger's paw that swept over, and landed under the white tiger's belly. At this time, his front door was wide open, and it was the perfect opportunity to exert his strength.

Yan Huan held the sword in his hand, aiming it at the tiger's snow-white belly, but hesitated the next second.

Such beautiful hair, if it is hit by a sword...

Yan Huan shook his head. This was the Eight Deceitful Gods. He didn't have the time to worry about damaging His hair.

Swish!
A long sword thrust forward, and the clanging sound of the sword clashing was heard.

Although the golden blade collided with flesh and blood, it made a crisp metallic sound.

What on earth is this guy's body made of?
Yan Huan was still wondering when he saw the snow-white tiger's belly getting closer and closer, "Huh?"

thump!
The white tiger lay down, and its huge body as big as a mountain suddenly pressed down.

"Sliding tackle to kill a tiger?"

"My friends bullied me..."

Swish!
Yan Huan used the wood escape technique to perform the "Turning Forest into a Forest" technique, and his body bypassed the roots buried deep in the mountain and emerged from the rows of fallen trees not far away.

(End of this chapter)