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

Chapter 130: The murderous god White Tiger obeys orders, and Zhuge Liang turns into the breeze?
Five golden rays of light pierced through the shadow wall, and pillars of light shot up into the sky, forming an unclear golden trail.

Zhuge Qing initially thought it was a searchlight for patrolling in the mountains, but then he thought that the lighting equipment in the hands of the forest rangers could not be so powerful. Unable to sleep at night, he simply headed towards the light source.

"Golden light?"

"It's a bit similar to the Golden Light Curse of Mount Longhu. Did a Taoist priest there come out of the mountains to practice?"

Zhuge Qing couldn't help but sigh. A peer without a sect in the same circle, a godhood derived from the armed godhood, one by one, lined up to slap him in the face.

"If this continues, my pride will be gone, and my mentality will be tempered..."

With a bitter smile, he pushed aside some nearly dead bushes, focused his attention on the light source, and tried not to think about True Fire Samadhi.

Last time, I was just one step away. At the critical moment, I was greedy for joy and my mind wavered when the true fire was within my reach.

He stood up and jumped, crossed the rugged mountain road, passed through the gaps in the dense forest, and the view in front of him became open.

In an open space near the top of the mountain, all the trees had fallen down, spreading out and blooming like sunflower petals.

The cube with cracks in the center is unclear whether it is real or not.

Zhuge Qing has seen this method before.

"It's Brother Yan."

I thought it was another big fuss organized by some master. If I were to witness some more heaven-defying methods, I don’t know whether my faith would be broken or I would accept it calmly.

An experience that lasted just one month will take a lifetime to heal.

"Brother Yan, have you ever encountered a strong enemy? Do you need Qing to do his best to help you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Qing's voice became increasingly low.

Brother Yan, is there an opponent you can’t defeat?

What would be the point even if I intervene rashly?

clap clap clap!
Zhuge slapped himself several times.

Calm down, this is not like you!
We need to get rid of the deep-seated pride in family heritage, but we should also not belittle ourselves or belittle ourselves.

Being able to shatter Brother Yan's spatial construction techniques, his strength should not be underestimated.

Zhuge Qing hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists, and stepped into the center.

Damn it, rush forward!

Zhuge Qing took a step forward, passed through the shadow wall, and came to the battlefield opened up by the wood elves.

The dark environment and Yan Huan's golden armor alternated, which made Zhuge Qing's eyes hurt. When the stinging sensation disappeared, the darkness in front of his eyes was completely opened.

Zhuge Qing opened his squinting fox eyes wide and saw a dark blue flame swirling in the middle and a huge spirit beast roaring in the center of the flames.

The guy's pressure was weaker than that of the big black snake in the Prime Minister's Temple, but it was also terrifying enough.

Compared to the huge white tiger like a mountain, the blue flame concerned him more.

This glimmer, this soft yet powerful feeling of terror, was exactly the same as what he had heard in the classics and from his predecessors.

True Fire Samadhi!

"It's only been a few days, it's only been a few days... I have been practicing strange magic for so many years..."

Zhuge Qing didn't have time to be shocked or sigh.

As he glanced, he saw something even more unbelievable.

In front of a huge tree stump, a great sorcerer in a red robe was looking at him with a smile.

"Something's wrong. It's not right!" Zhuge Qing quickly objected.

I must have come in the wrong way.

Hallucinations, all hallucinations?
Zhuge Qing took a long breath, calmed his mind, smiled, and retreated slowly.

After trying to sort out this incredible situation, my mind became even more confused.

"Looking at the appearance of the spirit beast, it is the White Tiger, one of the Eight Deceitful Gods mentioned in the ancestral book."

"Brother Yan is using the Zhuge family's treasures to tame the spiritual beasts left by our ancestors? And our ancestors are watching the battle from the sidelines!?"

This is outrageous!
Zhuge Qing rubbed his eyes and leaned his face towards the dark wall.

Zhuge Liang waved his hand, looked at his 50th generation descendant, and greeted him, "Hey, Qing, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and coming to the mountains to look for trouble?"

Swish!
Zhuge Qing pulled his head back sharply.

It’s the real thing, it’s from our ancestor for sure!
Wait, Brother Yan is a sorcerer. Judging from the condition of our ancestor, it should be a spirit now.

An extremely outrageous yet reasonable guess formed in Zhuge Qing's mind.

Da da da!
With hurried steps, Zhuge Qing rushed back.

"Brother Yan, this is not right. Although you are a wizard, he is our ancestor after all. It's just this... this feeling is hard to explain!"

"Anyway, what's wrong is what's wrong!"

Zhuge Qing shouted.

Yan Huan on the side looked back for a moment, pretending to hear nothing, and stared intently at the white tiger in the real fire.

He had opened the champagne in advance, but he was very clear that the weakness of the fire of life he had just learned to ignite was still far from what Wu Hou had held a thousand years ago.

Yan Huan was not so conceited as to want to use this to burn through the White Tiger, one of the Eight Deceitful Gods.

The next blow will determine whether the final victory can be achieved.

"Gold element added to my body, breaking the formation with my spear!"

Yan Huan shouted, raising his arm high, and the golden light of the golden armor gathered in his palm like a stream of water, gradually condensing into a huge spear like a siege crossbow.

When all defenses are removed, it is the strongest and also the weakest moment.

When the white tiger roared, Yan Huan even felt that his skin was about to be torn apart by the materialized murderous intent.

Burning the three treasures, commanding the golden essence, and mobilizing the energy of the whole body, he launched a full-strength attack.

"White Tiger, this is all my heart."

"Take it well!"

Break the formation with the spear. Go!
The spear moved with unstoppable force, piercing through in a spiral. The gravel blown up by the strong wind was violently stirred, and a tornado seemed to be forming in the forest. The golden spear's spinning and charging force became stronger and stronger, and it directly hit the white tiger trapped by the true fire.

The white tiger's sharp claws overlapped, and it was holding the piercing spear with all its might, causing the situation to come to a stalemate for a while.

Yan Huan continued to exert his strength, draining all the Qi from the Qi Sea, and his soul began to surge along with it.

boom!
The screen wall was completely shattered, and a beam of light shot up into the sky from the nameless mountain, cutting off half of the mountain.

The white tiger was weakening and it staggered forward, creating a cloud of dust.

Yan Huan barely kept his eyes open as his consciousness gradually blurred. The broken body could still be repaired by Bifang, but the consumption of his soul was not that easy.

"I can't fall, I can't fall..." Yan Huan reminded himself while staring into the smoke.

If I were to be given the law of "smoke but no harm" at this time, it would be really troublesome.

Can’t fall, can’t fall...

A clear light fell like star fragments, and the wounds on Yan Huan's body gradually healed, but his consciousness gradually sank into the deep sea and he could no longer think about anything.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep while standing.

In the smoke, the white tiger dragged its miserable body, staggering and tilting with each step.

He walked with great effort, carefully, and steadily, without making any sound.

boom!
He bent over, arched his body, and fell down behind Yan Huan.

The sound of the earth-shattering mountains caused Yan Huan to fall backwards and land on the white tiger's dusty white fur.

Without the subconscious stubbornness, Yan Huan's body went limp, he rubbed his body comfortably into the fur, and stretched his arms comfortably.

Relaxed, fell asleep, and then Yan Huan seemed to be mumbling.

"White Tiger... obey orders..."

"Baihu, listen to my orders." Baihu's golden eyes flickered as he stared at Zhuge Kongming not far away. He then lowered his head, looked at Yan Huan who was nestled in his abdomen, and groaned softly.

The golden eyes gradually closed, and the white tiger lay on its paws, with a slight panting sound coming from its mouth.

"what is this?"

"Brother Yan, did you succeed?" Zhuge Qing was nervous and moved towards the tree stump.

Talking to our ancestors is an experience that not every descendant has, so of course we have to be careful and respectful.

Zhuge Liang said, "White Tiger fell first, so doesn't that mean Mr. Shuijing won?"

"Then congratulations, Brother Yan." Zhuge Qing smiled along with the old ancestor.

Eh?
Mr. Shuijing?

Zhuge Qing discovered a blind spot.

The godhead of Sima Yi liked to play tricks on people for fun, and saying "Water Mirror" was probably intended to stir up trouble, but there was no reason for my ancestor to agree with it, unless it was true.

Zhuge Qing swallowed and looked at Yan Huan thoughtfully.

"Qing." Zhuge Liang turned his head.

“Ah… yes!”

Zhuge Qing stood straight at attention, looking quite reserved.

"Relax, you're talking to your elders, why hold back?"

Zhuge Liang sat down on the tree stump, patted his side, and said, "Sit down."

Zhuge Qing hesitated for a moment and sat down next to the ancestor.

"Qing, what do you think of our Zhuge family's family tradition?"

“Nature is magical and extremely mysterious.”

"So, should we feel proud of having this skill?"

Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "Future generations will be proud of their family heritage all the time!"

But it is these prides that have become shackles that restrict my progress.

"Qing, pride will not become a shackle, but arrogance and conceit will. A person's state of mind will not be defeated by others. Failure is just an opportunity, an opportunity that is extremely ordinary. The change of state of mind depends only on how you face failure."

"I should ask Mr. Shuijing to give you a good beating. Do you know why?"

Zhuge Qing pursed his lips and said, "My descendants are stupid and can't comprehend anything."

clap clap clap!
Zhuge Liang patted Zhuge Qing's thigh several times.

Wrong, dead wrong.

"It is because you are all so stubborn that I feel chilled."

"Family inheritance is certainly something to be proud of, but don't forget that before skills, people are always more important. Master the changes, master yourself, rather than just master the skills. Otherwise, what's the difference between this and demanding skills?"

"Tao, the way of heaven, the law of nature, is the best; Fa is the legal principle, the middle level; Shu, the means, is the worst."

"The way is to clarify the direction, the law is to establish the foundation, and the technique is to establish the strategy. The Taoist ancestor Laozi once said, if you have the way but no technique, you can still find the technique, but if you have the technique but no way, you will only be at the technique."

"Zhuangzi, the great master who entered the realm of unity of things, also said that if the Dao controls the art, the art will succeed; if the art is separated from the Dao, the art will fail."

"So, before the art, there must be the Tao, the Tao of heaven and earth, and the Tao of man."

Zhuge Qing thought deeply and nodded, "What our ancestor said is absolutely right. I, your unworthy descendant, will definitely keep it in mind."

Hahahaha, a burst of hearty laughter rang out in the forest.

Zhuge Liang shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Why don't you understand? You have been practicing strange magic for seven years, and have achieved success in your quiet practice. You are easy-going and peaceful, and you don't get involved in bad consequences. You handle things accurately and with moderation, and you are kind to others. Isn't this you, Zhuge Qing?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Just to interrupt, I heard that you were dissatisfied with the unspoken rules and even gave up your future in the entertainment industry?"

Zhuge Qing nodded solemnly.

Zhuge Liang smiled even more happily, "So this is you, Zhuge Qing."

"Silly child, if you don't shoulder the pride of your family heritage, you are not the descendant of Zhuge Kongming. In Liang's heart, you have always been a descendant that I am proud of."

Zhuge Qing was stunned, covering his face with his hands.

At this moment, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

To be honest, in this less than a month, the ups and downs I have experienced are more intense than in the past twenty years.

Listening to the old ancestor's words, his nose felt a little sore and he quickly rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"Why are you still feeling awkward? Are you feeling wronged? Isn't this a compliment to you?" Zhuge Liang said with a smile.

Zhuge Qing sobbed a few times, "It's just... it's just that I feel that our ancestors said so much... but they were waiting for me at the last sentence. After hearing this, which descendant wouldn't be moved!"

"It's good that you can think clearly. I won't say anything else. If Gong hadn't done this, I wouldn't have had the chance to see you lovely offspring."

Zhuge Liang raised his hand and looked at his palm, which seemed to be holding up the entire dark night sky.

Starting from the fingertips, it transformed into sparks of light like fireflies and dissipated into the air.

"If I had the chance, I would really like to see the world today, but unfortunately I don't have much time left."

A remnant soul, protected by the White Tiger, slept in the jade for a thousand years. Now that the White Tiger has changed its owner and the soul contract has changed, I can't shamelessly follow Mr. Shui Jing's soul.

For a sorcerer, apart from the Eight Deceitful Gods, any superfluous existence is an impurity that needs to be eliminated.

Zhuge Liang had anticipated that his soul would be shattered, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

time is limited?
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing suddenly looked up and saw that Zhuge Liang's body seemed to be dispersing, and was about to turn into a breeze and disappear into the world.

"Ancestor!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhuge Qing jumped up quickly, spread his hands, and performed the "Four Plate Harmony Formation".

A transparent blue film wrapped the area of ​​ten meters square next to the tree stump. Even in this formation, the Qi in the range could be temporarily preserved to protect the soul.

But without a physical body to attach to, the effectiveness of the Four Plate Combination Formation was just a drop in the bucket. The pace of Zhuge Liang's body dissipating slowed down, but it still couldn't stop disintegrating.

"I can't protect it. I need some sorcerer's skills."

“Brother Yan!”

"Please lend me a hand!"

Zhuge Qing ran quickly to Yan Huan's side, but Yan Huan was sleeping soundly and could not be woken up no matter how he shook him.

As a last resort, Zhuge Qing took out the spiritual flag from his waist, but this spiritual flag was a magical weapon for recognizing its master, and it could not be used if touched. The tolerance of the spirit of the weapon, Sandchegu, for Zhuge Qing was limited to him touching himself.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Zhuge Liang floated in the air, holding his hands together, "Don't be impatient and sad about this, I died a thousand years ago, Qing, remember what I said, there is still a long way to go in the future!"

Zhuge Qing collapsed to the ground, clutching the dry and hard soil of the mountain with both hands.

Is everything over?
The jade hanging on Yan Huan's chest suddenly flickered a few times.

A blue bird soared into the sky, "Kong Ming, you can figure it out, but do you think my current master can't figure it out? Go back to your jade!"

Hey?
Zhuge Liang looked up and saw the green feather falling lightly. The wind of life that had never fallen due to being blocked by thunder a thousand years ago finally blew up at this moment.

"Mr. Shui Jing, you are really... No wonder you didn't use the means of protecting the soul from the beginning."

Zhuge Liang bowed and thanked the voice of the white tiger. When he looked up, he thought of the little blue bird that was struck by thunder and landed in the military tent.

"Liang, thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)