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

Chapter 135: Little Fireman, Fire Spirit Creation
Yan Huan pulled the curtain and hung it in the air, and in the upper front were the golden characters on the plaque.

Li Kangming's hair stood on end with rage, his Qi was released, and several balls of red flames "puffed" out from beside his long beard.

"Old senior, I don't mean to offend you, I am Li Shuyu's friend." Seeing that the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Yan Huan immediately brought up the title of the old man's grandson.

"Shuyu's friend?"

"Impossible! Shuyu is kind-hearted and would never make friends with a cunning thief like you!" Li Kangming raised his fist and a ball of fire appeared from his clenched fist.

Yan Huan untied the curtain that was wrapped around her and dialed the phone.

"Mr. Shui Jing, why did you think of calling me?"

"I've blocked you, believe it or not?"

"Just kidding, is there something wrong, Brother Yan?"

"I met an old man in the Fire God Temple in Shichahai. Maybe he is Brother Li's grandfather. I don't think there is a misunderstanding that cannot be resolved, so I would like to ask you to explain it to me!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

There was no sound. Yan Huan habitually glanced at the signal in the upper right corner of the screen. The grid was full, so the call was not blocked.

"Brother Li, is there anything strange?"

"My grandfather passed away some time ago and was cremated in Sichuan..."

Passing away! ?
Yan Huan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Li Kangming below.

As a sorcerer, he is not afraid of ghosts, but the ghost that was angrily blocking the door frame was definitely not the "Qingfeng" ghost. Especially its fiery, pure and yang aura, which could not possibly belong to a Yin ghost. For a moment, Yan Huan could not tell what this thing was.

The golden pupil flashed, revealing the flow of human energy and the layout of the meridians.

Yan Huan tilted his head and his eyes were stung by the bright light.

The angry old man in front of the hall was not a human being at all, but a ball of everlasting fire. Even the overflowing yang energy was caused by the fire spreading outwards.

This kind of cultivation, if it is not a creation copied by special means, is no different from the last step taken by Zuo Rutong, the former leader of the Trinity Sect.

The whole body is transformed into elements, the body becomes fire, and returns to the five elements.

The method was more sophisticated than that of the Huode Sect. Yan Huan even thought of the eternal sacred fire in the fire altar.

"Brother Li, do me a favor."

Swish!
Yan Huan threw the phone over, Li Kangming caught it steadily and put it to his ear.

"You bad red-haired fellow, if you dare to lie to me, you will suffer the consequences later!"

"Hello! Xiaoyu?"

Li Shuyu, who was still studying for the evening class, became absent-minded.

The voice, the tone, and the habit of the syllables at the end of each sentence rising unconsciously, it's definitely my grandfather's.

"grandfather?"

"Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you? You met the wrong person and made the wrong friends! How come you ended up dating that old red-haired boy?"

Li Shuyu's hand holding the phone trembled a few times. The more he could find the shadow of his grandfather in this person, the more he could sense the fact that the old man had passed away.

"Brother Yan is a righteous, easy-going and kind person. He is my grandson's best friend. There may be some misunderstanding."

Hearing his grandson speak, Li Kangming's anger subsided, "Okay, then give Xiaoyu some face, and I'll listen to what this red-haired boy has to say."

"By the way, Xiaoyu, New Year's Day is almost here. Do you want to come to your grandfather's place to celebrate the holiday during the university holiday?"

Li Shuyu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire altar, was absent-minded for a moment, staring at the light and leaping fireworks.

After a long time, he said calmly: "Go back, skip class early and go back."

"Grandpa, please return the phone to Brother Yan first. I have a few words to say."

Yan Huan took the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Shuyu said firmly, "From the voice and the way he used words, it is definitely my grandfather. What's a little strange is that his memory seems to have stopped at the time when I was in college."

"But Brother Yan, as a sorcerer, knows more about the soul than I do. The dead cannot be resurrected. We have already accepted the death of grandpa."

"So, Brother Yan, if the situation changes midway and it comes to a point where you have to fight, don't hesitate." "If there is a possibility that you will put yourself in danger, kill when you should, don't hesitate."

"The fire I asked someone to leave in Shichahai has not yet been extinguished. I will go to the Fire Temple in Shichahai when I have time. Now, Brother Yan, please be careful."

"I understand." Yan Huan hung up the phone.

Judging from Li Kangming's memory, he had kept it until a certain special period of time. Without the use of memory detection methods, personal habits would not be decorated so perfectly.

The real person is dead, but the Qi and fire remain, which is neither essence nor spirit, nor is it the breeze.

This state of existence is so amazing.

Yan Huan's heart began to stir. If this was some form of spiritual existence, then it would be another firm and steady step forward in the history of elves.

"Senior Li, now you should trust me, right?"

Li Kangming concealed all his tricks and picked up the broom that was thrown away casually.

"You have nothing to do with the man who stole my Fire God statue?"

"The surnames don't match. What do you think, senior?" Yan Huan said with a smile.

"Then come on, since you are Xiaoyu's friend, you are also a guest. Come to the old man's room and have a cup of hot tea. The weather is getting colder."

Under the guidance of Li Kangming, Yan Huan came to a small house next to the temple management area.

The room is not big, but is filled with furniture, including chairs, tables and stools. There is a desk placed sideways in the southeast corner, which looks a bit messy.

A pot of Pu'er tea was brewed, and the fragrance of tea filled the narrow space.

Yan Huan picked up the teacup and blew on it carefully to cool it down. His golden eyes flickered, and the fire in the old man's body continued to leap.

"I heard from Brother Shuyu that Senior Li is a master of Qi-transforming-fire technique. From what I have seen, does this technique also involve reverse training?"

"I think it's a bit like Trinity Gate in the past."

Use your body to transform Qi, and use Qi to transform fire. This is the common sense way of practicing.

If one skips the process of Qi transformation and directly transforms the physical body into elements, special means will be needed to transform the physical body.

"Shuyu's friends are really knowledgeable, but it's a pity that our Qi has turned into fire and we can't go back." Li Kangming sighed, "I don't know if I, the old man, am almost done."

This strange body will not get sick, will not be injured, and will not even age and decay with the passage of time.

"When did the senior gain enlightenment?" Yan Huan linked this change to Li Kangming's death.

"It's been a while. Sometimes I don't know if I'm still human."

Yan Huan took a sip of tea and stared at the white mist rising from the teapot. Just a few words brought up a bold idea in his mind.

It has no physical body and only incomplete memories. Rather than a person who has practiced Taoism, it is more like some kind of abnormal creature.

The only immortal fire man who can do this is probably the fire spirit Youguang.

This old senior is probably the work of the Fire Spirit.

"There are incense in the temple and burning human-made objects. What on earth does this guy want to do?"

When the essence of the five elements stirs up worldly thoughts, the intentions behind them make people feel terrified.

But Yan Huan changed his mind and realized that this was the right time to come. The Fire Spirit was in the many Fire Temples scattered throughout the capital.

"Let's not talk about this. It's just trivial matters of cultivation. If you think too much, you will get anxious. You and Xiaoyu should be classmates. Does that boy have a crush on someone in school?"

"The old man wants to have a family of four generations living together as soon as possible, but this kid is not in a hurry at all! If not, at least bring one back for me to take a look at!"

"Ah..." Yan Huan was speechless. This topic seemed a bit awkward.

"From the look on your face, I can tell that the guy is not in a hurry. Please urge him when you have time." Li Kangming picked up the teapot and began to pour water into Yan Huan's teacup.

Jingle Bell!
At this time, several empty teacups began to make crisp sounds.

Li Kangming raised his head and said, "Don't panic, the demons from Quanzhen Longmen are coming."

(End of this chapter)