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

Chapter 164: The Fierce Actress Xia Liuqing

Yan Huan saw the Taoist priests and masters out the door and watched them go away.

Gripping the Holy Pearl in his hand, he gained more confidence.

The fire for Jiangxi has been set up and is located in the south direction.

Yan Huan and Li Shuyu drank a bowl of noodles at the entrance of the alley, and then used the Thousand Miles Fire Escape Technique to go to Jiangxi alone.

Whoosh!

Yan Huan's body was gradually transformed into elements as it was wrapped in flames. Fires of all sizes from all over the country appeared in front of him. He aimed at the brightest spot in the south and flew away.

Yan Huan traveled by fire, stopping once in Hebei, and then he arrived in Nanchang.

Huo De Zong spent some time arranging the fire. When Yan Huan came back to his senses, he found that he was in the Nuo Garden of Wolong Mountain Scenic Area.

In front of you is the extremely spacious Mask Avenue, with stone statues of Nuo gods erected along the slope on both sides of the east and west. These stone statues of Nuo gods have either glaring eyes, or ferocious expressions, or lofty demeanors, and are arranged one by one in the order of "joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness".

"Wu Nuo Cultural Park?"

Yan Huan looked towards the square on the steps and wanted to confirm the time, so he took out his cell phone and started pressing it.

After a few movements, a burning smell came from the phone and the screen was dark, apparently burned by the heat.

what?
Oh my holy sword!

Yan Huan pressed the button several times, frowned helplessly, and took out the SIM card.

"Is this the way to lose money? Even the cell phone is not safe? Even the Mingsheng Pearl cannot protect it. I have really seen..."

Yan Huan waved the spiritual flag, and the skinny poor ghost rolled out from the flag.

"A diligent and thrifty family will become rich, while a lazy and idle family will become poor..." The ghost in tattered clothes yawned and lay down on the ground.

"Can you please retract your magical powers?" Yan Huan asked.

"I can't control it. Everyone is very poor now, both spiritually and materially. People's fear of poverty has long reached an unimaginable level. It transcends my own status. I can't control it."

"Master Banner, let me ask you, are you afraid of being poor?"

Having said this, Yan Huan suddenly understood why Gui Huan couldn't control his own magical powers freely.

Ninety-eight percent of the people in this world are poor. Naturally, what worldly people fear is not themselves, but "poverty" itself.

"Afraid..." Yan Huan replied reluctantly and put the ghost, which was lying on the ground like mud, into his bag.

Without a cell phone, I can’t contact Aunt Yan Fei.

However, the Yan family is quite famous in Nanchang. Maybe we can find some clues by asking passers-by.

Yan Huan climbed up the stone steps and arrived at the Seven Stars and Bagua Square.

The square is equipped with a "Big Dipper Formation" that glows at night and covers the entire venue. At the end of the square is a 39-meter-high giant tripod with the powerful words "Nuo Guan" inscribed on it.

There was a huge crowd gathered under the giant tripod, it was a spectacular sight.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Wu Nuo who was dancing and singing in the center. Due to feudal superstitions, the performers in the middle danced very conservatively, and from time to time a few singing voices could be heard from them.

Yan Huan moved closer and waited outside the crowd, wanting to wait until the climax was over so that he could ask someone for directions.

But as he approached, a hunchbacked old man caught his attention.

This person stood outside the huge crowd, but he didn't push or squeeze. He would occasionally tiptoe to look inside, but he couldn't see anything. The most important thing was that although this person was obviously old, his aura was steady and not disorderly, and there were obvious signs of refining Qi.

“If I’m an insider, I’d know more about the Yan family.” Yan Huan thought to himself and walked behind the old man.

"Senior, may I ask if you..." The old man turned around when he heard the voice, and Yan Huan was stunned for a moment.

The old man had white hair and beard, and even in winter he would just wear a wrinkled white shirt, plain black shorts, a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, and a yellow-blue baseball cap.

The outfit is totally out of place in this cold weather.

What surprised Yan Huan the most was that the old man’s eyes were deep, cloudy and lifeless, and it looked like two black holes had been burned on his face.

"Uh···"

Yan Huan recognized this person's identity at a glance: the vicious Xia Liuqing.

Xia Liuqing, a famous Quanxing celebrity, was a veteran figure who had been active decades ago. He was also very popular in the entire Jiangnan area back then. Later, for some unknown reason, he retired from the stage and has since disappeared from the theater world.

This man has a notorious reputation. He is the most affectionate person in the whole world. He has been obsessed with Granny Jin Feng for a long time, but unfortunately he failed to win her heart. He is a well-known "Legendary Great Magician" and is still a good candidate for practicing Yang Lei.

Why did Xia Liuqing come to Nanchang instead of sticking with Grandma Jinfeng?
"How can you not be at peace while listening to a play? What's the matter with you, kid?" Xia Liuqing asked, with his hands behind his back.

I've been really lucky recently, whatever I want comes true.

Yan Huanxin thought, Xia Liuqing had once performed on the same stage with his grandfather, and the two were close friends, so he must know where the Yan family was.

"So it's Senior Xiong Ling. I'm so sorry for the disrespect."

Xia Liuqing stared at Yan Huan suspiciously, "Boy, do you know me, an old man?"

Now that you know the evil reputation, you should be afraid of it.

"Of course, everyone knows the famous villain Xia Liuqing. What a coincidence, my last name is Yan, and I am a member of the Yan family."

"I heard from the elders in the family that the head of the family, Yan Youlong, was very famous in his early years and was known as the best voice in Jiangnan. However, when talking about the honor, he always felt ashamed to accept it. He said that if Senior Xia was still in the circle, he would not have the title of the best."

Yan Huan organized his words and started to compliment casually.

"Did the man surnamed Yan really say that?" Xia Liuqing paused, then changed the subject, "Boy, you are lying to me."

Yan Huan continued to argue, "Although the master of the family is usually eccentric, what he said is from the heart."

Xia Liuqing narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and all the wrinkles on his face piled up together.

"He is quite knowledgeable and has some self-awareness. I didn't want to cause bad luck this time. Since I ran into a young man, it can be considered fate. I, an old man, will go and meet this old friend."

Ugh?
Yan Huan was worried.

Grandpa and Xia Liuqing are close friends. This is my aunt's one-sided statement. Is their relationship not as good as we imagined?
"What kind of person is this grandpa whom I have never met..."

"Let's go, let's go!"

Xia Liuqing called out and really went forward to lead the way.

Yan Huan walked at a leisurely pace, controlling his pace and following behind obediently.

What Yan Huan didn't expect was that the Yan family was actually not far from the Nuo Garden, less than a kilometer away.

"You old man, you live a really carefree life." Xia Liuqing glanced at the quaint and elegant Yan family mansion and said dully.

Looking back, Yan Huan had stopped.

"What's wrong, kid? Aren't you here to recognize your relatives? Why can't you take a step forward?"

"It's okay." Yan Huan replied. It was his first time visiting his mother's hometown, and he felt more timid the closer he was to home.

(End of this chapter)