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

Chapter 165: Mask of Divinity, Yuchi Jingde VS Qin Shubao?
The old house of the Yan family has been preserved for more than four hundred years. The mahogany door is heavy and simple. Time has left faint traces on its surface, and the color appears deep and restrained.

Above the red door is an exquisitely carved plaque with the words "Mingde" inscribed in vigorous and powerful handwriting. On both sides of the door stand a pair of majestic stone lions, with their heads held high and their eyes sharp.

It was the appearance of this old house, coupled with the dead ivy on the low walls on both sides, that aroused Yan Huan's melancholy mood.

"How did Senior Xiong Ling know that I was here to recognize my relatives?"

"We are all veterans, but you are still a little bit slow in speaking." Xia Liuqing said with a smile, "Boy, you said you are a member of the Yan family, but when you came here, your steps never surpassed me by a bit. It seems that you don't know the location of the Yan family mansion. You must be a distant relative somewhere."

"It's not that far..." Yan Huan muttered.

Xia Liuqing shook his head, walked forward and rang the bronze door knocker.

After a burst of deep knocking sounds like an old mountain bell, the door creaked open.

An old butler poked his head out from outside the heavy red door and looked at the two visitors suspiciously. His eyes, which were originally dull, suddenly emitted a golden light and flashed the moment his gaze fell on Yan Huan.

The elderly housekeeper immediately perked up.

"Young Master Sun is back! Young Master Sun is back!"

Swish!
The old butler ignored everything and ran into the yard with the door open.

Xia Liuqing was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look down the stairs.

"Boy, your relative is not far away at all. How come I have never heard that the old oil bug has such a big grandson?"

"Senior, you're joking. I only recently found out that I have such a big grandfather." Yan said with a smile.

The entire Yan family mansion suddenly became lively, with chickens and dogs hopping around inside the walls and a burst of joy.

Suddenly, an extremely strong breath of Qi rushed into the sky, shocking Xia Liuqing so much that he narrowed his eyes.

"What a disgusting feeling, old oil bug..."

A loud and unrestrained laugh was heard from the mansion. Yan Youlong stepped over the roof and flipped out from the yard.

"Where is my wonderful grandson?"

"My dear grandson!"

Old Master Yan swooped down and jumped directly in front of Yan Huan.

Although he was old, he was still very strong and lifted Yan Huan up high.

"Xuan'er's child! Grandpa's precious grandson!"

“Still alive, still alive...hahahaha! So big now..."

Yan Youlong cried with joy, his lips and teeth trembled, and his speech became hoarse and unclear.

The next second, what he was holding in his hand changed from a person to a green plant.

Yan Huan, who was at a loss as to what to do, used the Wood Release Technique and turned a forest into a forest, and walked out from under the unopened plum tree in the corner of the wall.

"Wood escape technique? You are worthy of being grandpa's precious grandson!"

"Why are you still shy? Come and show grandpa!"

Yan Huan quickly spread his hands. He was already an adult, but it was a bit shameful for him to still do that.

"Old man, please let me relax first!"

"Okay! Then let's not say anything, let's go home! Let's go home!" Yan Youlong pushed the door open with both hands, and the courtyard of the Yan family mansion came into view.

Only then did he see Xia Liuqing standing with his hands behind his back.

"My dear grandson, who is this? Your friend?"

Ok?
Xia Liuqing and Yan Huan were both stunned for a moment. Aren't they old friends? Why did they look like strangers?

Xia Liuqing's face darkened, and he put two fingers together, pointing forward in a dramatic manner, cursing, "Old man, I didn't have the heart to disturb your reunion, so I didn't say anything more. Don't go too far, you bastard!"

"I'm Xia Liuqing!"

Yan Youlong narrowed his eyes and suddenly clapped his hands, "No wonder you look so pure and virile, it turns out to be Old Xia, why are you here if you don't want to lick Jin Feng?"

Veins popped out on Xia Liuqing's forehead. After so many years, this old idiot still spoke in such an annoying way.

"What's the point of licking or not? Jin Feng and I are truly in love. Stop talking nonsense here!"

"Ah? True love? When we met when we were young, it was obvious that her mind was on your leader. This can be said to be true love. What's the matter? You said you didn't lick her, did she force you to lick her?" Yan Youlong put his palm to his ear, as if he had heard it wrong.

This sentence and this action completely ignited the anger in Xia Liuqing's heart.

I saw a power of faith emanating from his body, colorful gloves brushed past his face, a black and white patterned mask appeared on his face, and a steel whip was tightly held in his hand.

The first stage of the godhood mask is to play the god yourself.

At this time, the fierce actor Xia Liuqing was interpreting his most skilled and most commonly used deity, Yuchi Jingde, one of the "Twenty-Four Heroes of the Lingyan Pavilion".

"This is what he is going to do." Yan Huan thought, and was about to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Yan Youlong with a wave of his hand.

"My dear grandson, don't panic. This kid was a pushover when he was young. Let me fight him for a few moves."

After saying that, Yan Youlong took out a Nuo opera mask and gently put it on his face.

The power of faith lingering in front of the Yan family mansion became stronger.

The main color of the mask is red, the eye sockets are outlined with black paint, the eyebrows are thickened and raised upwards, and the entire facial outline looks resolute and tough.

Yan Huan didn’t understand opera, but he recognized the weapon in Old Man Yan’s hand—a pair of maces!
Qin Shubao's gilded bronze mace!
Good guy!
All the door gods are here.

Door gods, or gods who guard doors, are a type of painting that is pasted on doors during the Lunar New Year.

As gate-guarding gods in folk beliefs, their legends originated from two sources: one is that Li Shimin's father Li Yuan unjustly killed the meritorious official Liu Wenjing; another is that Li Shimin failed to save the Dragon King of Jing River who was beheaded by Wei Zheng in his dream. In short, Li Shimin was plagued by nightmares and had difficulty falling asleep. It was Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde who kept watch outside the door and helped him fall asleep peacefully.

Later, the two generals were exhausted, felt drowsy, and had nightmares. Li Shimin then sent painters to post the portraits of the two soldiers on the door. From then on, door gods came into being.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah~" Xia Liuqing shouted angrily, "Watch me get beaten!"

A shout shook the sky, and Xiong Ling's voice was no longer hoarse, but very deep.

Xia Liuqing faced Yan Youlong, and his steel whip drew an arc in the air and smashed over with the force of thunder.

Old Master Yan dodged sideways and struck back with his two maces. The maces and whip collided with each other in an instant, making a deafening noise and sparks flying. The strength of both sides was extremely amazing, and the blow shocked both of them and made them take a few steps back.

Yan Youlong steadied his body and stood still, then he began to swing his double maces like flying, aiming directly at Xia Liuqing's vital points. He also swung the steel whip that was coming up at him tightly, neutralizing his attacks one by one.

Both sides are in the first stage of acting as gods, and still retain their own habits as human beings.

Yan Huan sensed something strange; it seemed that the moves of these two people were taught by the same master, and they couldn't break each other's moves at all!
"Oh..." Yan Huan sighed.

Although I really want to see Qin Qiong's world-famous "trump card", I don't want to let the two of you bleed, so I'd better stop them.

"Golden element adds to the body, the source of golden armor."

Yan Huan's entire body was covered in golden light. Under Jin Mingtong's observation, the trajectories of the two old men's swinging steel whips and double maces became increasingly clear.

With a step forward, Yan Huan landed between the two men. He first hooked Xia Liuqing's wrist with his right hand to remove his steel whip, and then used his left arm to block Yan Youlong's crossed double maces.

Clang!
There was a crisp sound, and Yan Youlong's hands trembled and became numb on the spot.

(End of this chapter)