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

Chapter 177 Bottleneck, Seeking Title, Miao Village Master Gu Master

When you see the unknown with a calm mind, you naturally should not act too hastily.

According to Yan Huan's logic, Jiangxi's terrain is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with high mountains on the four sides and low mountains in the middle, like a huge winnowing basket.

Its main rivers are covered by five arterial water systems: Ganjiang River, Fuhe River, Xinjiang River, Raohe River and Xiushui River.

These five major water systems, with Poyang Lake as its center, form a centripetal water system like a phoenix spreading its wings - all waters return to five, five waters return to one, and after being gathered by Poyang Lake, they flow into the Yangtze River and finally return to the sea.

Yan Huan’s plan was to start from Poyang Lake and head south to see if he could get a chance.

"Alas, in the past, I always found clues to follow when looking for wood spirits and fire spirits, but this time I'm really running around like a headless fly."

puff!
Yan Huan lay down on the bed, then hugged the fox spirit and weasel beside him. The smooth and soft touch spread from his palms to his whole body, and he stroked them, which was very relaxing.

Three white foxes, led by Bai Ling, jumped onto his chest, put their front paws side by side, and laid their little heads down.

"Brother Huan, after you acted on behalf of Heaven's justice last time, we vaguely felt that there were signs of a breakthrough."

"That feeling is very mysterious, we can't explain it. Now I feel a little uncomfortable, as if... as if I can grow an extra tail."

Yan Huan touched the little fox and said, "That means you have reached a bottleneck. Try to concentrate on your enlightenment in the next few days and strive to reach a higher level."

"We should all improve a little bit."

Zhengyang stood up, standing tall, "Brother Huan, it seems that we are also a little advanced."

"Hmm? That's a good thing. We're all here together."

Yan Huan thought about it and guessed that when the little ones were “punishing on behalf of God,” they must have seen a different scenery.

Zhengyang blinked his beautiful eyes like black gemstones, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Yan Huan noticed it immediately.

"What's wrong, Zhengyang? Why are you being so secretive? Do you have anything else to say?"

"That..." Zhengyang paused, "It seems that there is a calling for us to go and ask for a title... But we suppressed this thought."

"Hahaha, is there such a thing?" Yan Huan smiled.

The yellow weasel asking for a title is a mysterious phenomenon in folk legends. The yellow weasel can improve its own cultivation or achieve some kind of transformation through the recognition of humans.

Generally, on country roads at night, the yellow weasel will stand up upright and ask people it meets whether it looks like a human. If it gets an affirmative answer, the yellow weasel will be able to transform into a human form, or even become an immortal. However, the person who answered the question will lose some luck or life span. If the yellow weasel who asked for a title commits many evil deeds in the future, the person who bestowed the title will also have to bear certain consequences.

But if the answer is not like that, the yellow-skinned creature's cultivation will be damaged, and in this case, he will inevitably be retaliated against.

In the eyes of sorcerers like Yan Huan, "asking for a title" is a shortcut, a clever trick, and an insidious means of stealing fortune. If one really wants to "orally seal" someone to become an immortal, it is nothing but a fake.

On the path of cultivation, one needs to be down-to-earth, take one step at a time, and climb up step by step.

It's just that "asking for a title" has become a tradition within the Huang family, as it has been done from generation to generation. Zhengyang has undoubtedly been inspired by it.

"It is commendable that you are willing to avoid it. So, when the matter of the water spirit is over, I will choose a secluded forest to help you practice well and advance to enlightenment as soon as possible."

"No later than in March or April when the peach blossoms bloom. If the water spirit doesn't appear, I will still take you to retreat and practice in seclusion."

"Great!" The fox spirit and the weasel on the bed jumped excitedly.

Seeing this, Lu Shanjun began to think, this is a wise master, if he achieves enlightenment and ascends to heaven in the future, won’t the soul in my flag be able to ascend with him?
It took a guilty look at the three spirits of gold, wood and fire in the center of the room and said timidly, "My dear, now that I have mastered all these skills, you can mobilize all the minions in the world at your will. It will be convenient for us to find things..."

After listening to this, Yan Huan knew what Lao Hu was thinking.

He said coldly, "Pay back all your karma first." "Hmm..." Lu Shanjun was speechless and shrank back into the banner angrily.

Yan Huan continued to comfort the elves until their enthusiasm and excitement faded, and then he quietly attached himself to him.

The jade green snake coiled on the dressing table glanced at the bed from time to time, and it was unknown what it was thinking. Then it snorted coldly and disappeared.

The next day, the morning light was dim and a cold wind was blowing. Yan Huan got up early and jumped into the fire without even having time to wash his face.

Following the open fire in the northwest all the way north, Yan Huan crawled out of the crematorium of a funeral home in the Xiushui River Basin.

"Oh my god!" The "Qingfeng" who seemed to be dispersed but not yet dispersed was startled.

"Where did this guy come from? He almost scared me to death!"

Yan Huan stretched out his fist, gathered the evil spirit in his hand, and immediately used an illusion and golden escape to escape from the crematorium.

"Where is this?" Yan Huan asked the ghost.

"It's Wuning County. You can see me? You have the Yin-Yang eyes, right? That's not right. How did you get out just now?"

"Qingfeng" was surprised and said, "Now it's bad. I'm seeing things that I couldn't see when I was alive only after I died. I will die with my eyes open."

"Okay, thank you. But it's not a good thing for a soul to be obsessed with something. Don't think too much about it. Just go with peace of mind."

Yan Huan casually raised his hand, helping the ghost's Qi to disperse throughout the world.

Without stopping, he ran straight towards the water.

After running for a while, the Xiu River appeared in front of us. This river was developed in the valley between Mufu Mountain and Jiuling Mountain and was famous for its long length.

Yan Huan saw a bamboo raft and a small boat on the river. There had been a lot of winter rain in recent days, and the river was covered with mist. The small boat covered with green plastic sheeting was looming in the white fog.

The river beach was covered with exposed gravel. It was winter and the population was sparse. There were few vehicles on the dirt road a hundred meters away.

An old man and a young boy were standing by the river, talking about something.

Upon seeing this, Yan Huan immediately used "Listen to the Wind Singing" to send the wind over.

The reason was simple, it was because the old man was wearing a light and convenient dark blue Miao costume, his Qi was strong, and he was surrounded by the sinister aura peculiar to witchcraft.

He is an extraordinary person and a powerful Gu Master.

The younger one had a single ponytail with neatly cut bangs, and looked cute.

As the wind passed, the old man's words came through.

"Xiao Yuan, it's hard for you to spend your three-day vacation with me."

Shan Mawei smiled innocently, "Grandma, that's not the point. I don't have any travel plans. I'm staying in school to participate in club activities, but ordinary people's things are too boring!"

The old man shook his head. “Sometimes, the lives of ordinary people are truly precious.”

"Yeah - I know~" The girl with a single ponytail pouted, thought for a while, and then spoke in a long tone.

The old man's ears moved, and his dry eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the trajectory of the wind.

Suddenly, she protected the girl with a ponytail behind her and said, "Xiao Yuan, you have to stay close to grandma. The wind has been tampered with."

After saying that, the great Gu Master crushed the shiny silver-copper wooden box in his sleeve, and a cloud of granular black mist emitting an eerie and ominous aura quickly rushed towards Yan Huan.

(End of this chapter)