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

Chapter 191: Fox Charm Illusion, Heart Demon Tribulation, A Thought to Pierce Zhang Lingyu
On a snowy night, on the nameless mountain in Dayu, the thick snow makes a "creaking" sound when you step on it.

The mountain wind whistled past, carrying sharp snow particles that hit the rocks, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Lingyu was still wearing a loose robe, stepping steadily on the white snow, with an immortal look and extraordinary temperament.

Call ~
He took a deep breath, and it seemed as if his breath could freeze into ice in the air.

"It's quiet, peaceful, remote and lonely. It should be a good place for spiritual practice. Unfortunately, this forest is filled with lingering evil spirits." Zhang Lingyu stood in front of a mountain path and looked up. In the falling snow, black air was rising into the sky.

Not far away is a dimly lit cabin in the woods, which looks warm and pleasant in this quiet snowy night.

Zhang Lingyu put away his robe that was blown up by the wind and snow, used Qi to resist the severe cold, and walked towards the hut first.

There was a strange phenomenon in the mountain, and the owner of the house was probably the culprit.

It is still unknown what impact this evil energy will have on the creatures in the mountains.

When they arrived in front of the house, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and Zhang Lingyu heard a bitter sigh in the dark night.

“Bitter, bitter, bitter!”

"You idiot, I just wanted to get some fresh air after being bored for a long time, and you treat me like this, right?"

"This is a great shame and humiliation. Who do you think I, the great Marquis of Wei Wuyang and Grand Tutor Sima Yi, am? This kind of rough work should be left to Zhuge Village!"

Bang!

A hoe was raised high and struck on the hard and thick frozen soil.

Zhang Lingyu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

I haven't been down the mountain for several months. Has the life of the people living down the mountain become so poor and difficult?

Reclamation of land in winter, this...

Can the hoe move?

"Lady, why did you choose to open up the wasteland in winter?" Zhang Lingyu asked with a bow.

"Huh?" Sima Yi shook his long hair and looked back. "The one with long hair is the eldest sister. Then you have long white hair. Should I not call you aunt?"

Zhang Lingyu was stunned, then he cupped his hands and said, "I was wrong."

The moment he looked up, he also discovered that Sima Yi's existence was very special.

It is a spirit, but different from ordinary ghosts, its existence is much clearer and brighter, without any evil spirits entangled in it, and without any turbidity or loss of mind. However, compared with the Quanzhen Yangshen Kung Fu, it is completely different and is obviously a "life-deficient" existence.

The mountain owner here has something special...
"My fellow Taoist, I see an evil aura rising from the sky here. Is there any kind of cultivation going on? Can you tell me something?"

"And your winter farming, is that also the idea of ​​the mountain master?"

Sima Yi carried the hoe on his shoulder and looked carefully at the person in front of him.

Zhang Lingyu is as his name suggests, he is cool and handsome, with a temperament as gentle as jade, but his face hides a kind of honesty.

Who is Sima Yi? He is a great strategist who can compete with Zhuge Kongming. Naturally, he also has a deep ability to judge people. He can see at a glance that the person in front of him is kind-hearted - and easy to deceive!
Sima Yi pretended to be extremely sad, and sighed, "Alas, the sorcerer here is really unjust! He exploits us spirits, not only does he not pay us, but he doesn't even give us a day off. He used to treat me like a printer, and now he has me reclaiming wasteland in the middle of winter, and he treats me like an old ox plowing the fields!"

After hearing this, Zhang Lingyu frowned slightly. Logically speaking, a sorcerer should have some morality towards spirits and should not treat them so cruelly.

So he continued to ask: "Where is the sorcerer now?"

"Hey~" Sima Yi saw that he was beginning to believe it, so he pretended to be serious and replied: "He is practicing some witchcraft in the open space on the hillside of these sacred mountains. As for what he is doing, I don't know, but it must be some improper activities."

Qunling Mountain?
All the nameless mountains in Dayu area have this name.

"Thank you." Zhang Lingyu bid farewell to Sima Yi and set foot on the snow-covered path.

The snow made a slight creaking sound as he walked towards the mountainside. As the distance between them shortened, an evil aura blew towards him.

This evil aura was like an invisible spotted poisonous snake, hovering in the air, freezing cold.

Zhang Lingyu originally used his Qi to resist the cold, but this Yin Qi pierced through his protective Qi like a knife, penetrated his skin, and seemed to corrode his bone marrow.

"The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all myriad Qi, has cultivated myriad calamities to prove my supernatural powers. Within and outside the Three Realms, only the Dao is supreme. There is golden light in my body, covering my body!"

Zhang Lingyu cast the Golden Light Spell, and suddenly a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, instantly covering his entire body.

The golden light isolates the evil spirits outside, shining like a bright lamp at night, flickering in the dark forest.

As we continued moving forward, thick white fog suddenly rose from the mountains. The sky and the earth became vast, as if covered by a curtain, and all the scenes became blurred.

This was originally a lifeless mountain, but in this pale mist, there was suddenly a strange fragrance like flowers blooming in spring. The fragrance was rich and sweet, forming a huge contrast with the dead silence of this cold winter, which made Zhang Lingyu full of doubts and became cautious.

Just as he stepped into the fog, he suddenly saw two blurry figures emerging from the fog in front of him.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and the two figures gradually became clear. Although one of them was old, he was as tall and straight as a pine tree, standing there like a mountain.

The other was a pink-haired woman with a seductive figure and a seductive manner in every move.

Zhang Lingyu was so frightened that he stammered, "Master, why are you here? Are you here to check out the abnormality in person? Is there really an evil creature that even I can't handle?"

After saying that, he turned to look at the woman, "And, Xia... Xia... Xia He!?"

How could the old Heavenly Master and Quan Xing meet each other?

Zhang Lingyu restrained his expression, suddenly stepped forward, blocked the old Taoist priest, and angrily said to Xia He: "Xia He! You are a monster of all nature!"

"My master is here, and you still dare to act wildly here? Is it related to the strange things in the mountains? Get out of here now, or I will be rude to you!"

Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei had no expression on his face and said calmly, "Go and cool off."

He pointed at the pink-haired girl next to him, "Is this the little girl?"

Zhang Lingyu's face suddenly turned red, and he leaned back, "Master, I..."

"Master Lingyu~" Xia He came over softly, wrapped her arms around Zhang Lingyu's neck, and put her face close to him, "Oh my~ It's been a long time since we last met. I really miss your youthful and dull look~"

"Xia... Xia He, let me go!" Zhang Lingyu said angrily with a red face, turning his head away repeatedly.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head high, his face calm, but his words were powerful without anger, "As a disciple of Zhang Zhiwei from the Tianshi Mansion, you actually mixed up with the Quan Xing monster, Zhang Lingyu, do you know your crime?"

Zhang Lingyu was stunned, "Master, I...Xia He, please let me go!"

A hand grabbed Xia He's face and pushed her out.

"Get out of here!"

"Go away?" Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and said, "You can't go away."

"Back then, your master tried every possible means to find a companion for me to help me improve my character, but in the end the result was not what he wanted. You are luckier than me, and a great opportunity is right in front of you."

"If you don't cross this hurdle, how can you prove your truth?"

"Kill her!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted harshly.

"Master, what did you say?" Zhang Lingyu's pupils trembled and he turned around suddenly.

"Kill her."

This time it was an understatement.

"If you keep demanding too much of yourself and keep suppressing yourself in an overly high moral standard, your immature and fragile mindset will only confine you to a prison, and your cultivation will not improve. Now this opportunity is before you."

"No!" Zhang Lingyu waved his arms. He couldn't believe that he, who had always regarded his master's words as the golden rule, would actually openly disobey his master this time.

"Master, Lingyu's cultivation is not good enough, so he deserves to be blocked on his way forward."

"Besides, there is no way to prove one's truth by killing in this world."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, "Lingyu, you disappoint your master."

When Zhang Lingyu heard the word "disappointment", he felt as if the sky had fallen down.

"If you don't kill, I will help you."

Swish!
Zhang Zhiwei's body flashed, went behind Xia He, and swung his arm with a knife.

The next second, a bloody pink-haired head flashed across Zhang Lingyu's widened pupils...

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

"How come it was Zhang Lingyu who broke in?"

"If you kill the old master's beloved disciple, you will have to go to Longhu Mountain to get a slap in the face!"

A white figure rushed down from the top of the mountain.

Swish!
A white fox's paw fiercely slashed at the mist, and the beheaded bodies of Zhang Zhiwei and Xia He were torn into mist and dissolved into the gloomy night.

Zhang Lingyu woke up as if from a dream, and came back to her senses in shock. All that was left before her eyes was a crystal snowy night and a gorgeous man in fox fur.

call--

Zhang Lingyu, sweating profusely, mobilized the golden light and was about to raise his hand to make a move, but suddenly he thought of something and stopped all his moves.

If this sorcerer had ulterior motives, he should have taken action just now in his mental block. Thinking this way, the person in front of him might not be a very evil person.

"How long have I been trapped?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

"You have to ask yourself, Master Lingyu." Yan Huan replied, heaving a sigh of relief. The black air evaporated from his body, and gradually he returned to his original appearance.

Zhang Lingyu thought for a moment and asked, "How many times can you kill me in ten sentences?"

Yan Huan laughed and said, "Master Lingyu, you are joking. Killing someone only takes once, so how can you say it can be done several times? Do you have the ability to come back to life after the dead?"

"Haha..." Zhang Lingyu laughed in relief, looking up at the night sky covered by branches. There were dark spots of varying depths in the gaps, "I lost."

"You don't have to be discouraged. My technique is designed to target inner demons, but I didn't expect you to fall for it so easily."

"If you think about it a little more, you will know that the old master would never say such words or do such a thing." Yan Huan explained.

It can be said that this is indeed the Zhang Lingyu of today, who is inconsistent, twisted, lacking in self-esteem, and devoted to the Tao, but his thoughts are always the most unclear.

With just a slight push, you'll be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate yourself.

Yan Huan's technique, called "Inner Demon Tribulation", is an advanced version of Bai Ling's innate magical power after she advanced to the second level. This technique has two functions, one is to awaken the inner demon hidden in people's hearts, and the other is to directly create the inner demon in the form of illusion.

Zhang Lingyu faced the second kind—the person he admired the most killed the person he loved with his own hands...
If this is the first type...

Um···

I don’t know if the “instant thought” at that time can be considered a mental demon?

Yan Huan thought that it didn't count. This Lingyu Zhenren just refused to admit something. In his ignorant years, he regarded "Tao" as his guiding principle, but he had no experience in the world, so how could he withstand the hustle and bustle of the world? So after meeting Xia He, he realized how weak the "Tao heart" that he had maintained for decades was.

For Zhang Lingyu, the so-called inner demon is probably not the feelings for Xia He that he has always feared and avoided, but the imperfect self that he is always unwilling to accept.

It is estimated that this contradiction of his only began to be alleviated after he met Zhang Chulan.

But this has nothing to do with Yan Huan, after all, he doesn't know anything about Yang Lei.

"I'm ashamed." Zhang Lingyu lowered his head.

"Once someone close to you is involved, it's easy to lose your rationality," Yan Huan consoled.

But this is the mysterious secret of Bai Ling's magic. After all, playing with one's inner demons is just so cool.

Zhang Lingyu bowed and remembered the purpose of this trip. "Before, a Taoist friend from Qingfeng Temple passed by and saw that the Yin energy here was overwhelming. I was ordered by my master to come here to investigate the Yin energy. Since it was done by the Taoist friend, I still have to ask about it clearly."

"This small hill is far away from the human world, but will the yin energy have an impact on the creatures in the mountain?"

After asking, a squirrel with a long tail climbed onto Yan Huan's shoulder, and a few pine cones fell out of its bulging cheeks. The little guy even took out all the remaining food for the winter and offered it to Yan Huan.

"No matter how strong this evil energy is, it is the result of the animal's refining of Qi. It has no effect on the animal itself."

Zhang Lingyu stared at the squirrel in great surprise.

Living thing?

Will living creatures also approach wizards?

Yan Huan opened his hand, and the little squirrel landed in his palm. "Master Lingyu, don't worry. Since I have chosen this place, I must be responsible for the living beings here. If there are passers-by in the future, I will send ghosts to say hello."

"That's the best. Thank you, fellow Taoist." Zhang Lingyu bowed.

Yan Huan returned the greeting, "Please give my regards to Master for me."

Wow!
As the two men greeted each other, a group of unknown birds were frightened and flew away into the sky, flapping their wings.

Yan Huan looked down the mountain and said, "My little hill is really lively today. Another distinguished guest has come to visit us."

Judging from the breath, there is the smell of soul, but it is very strange. There is no specific spirit body. It seems that the thing is attached to an object.

It is a specially processed magic weapon targeting the soul, just like the soul-calming bell hung around Yan Huan's waist.

"Since such a distinguished guest has come to visit, Lingyu will not bother you any longer." Zhang Lingyu replied, returning along the same route. When he passed by the small house, he saw Sima Yi talking to someone enthusiastically.

"Hey, if you want to find a place with heavy Yin energy to warm the corpse banner, then you have come to the right place. Do you see it? The Yin energy is the heaviest at the top of the mountain. Go there and look for it."

"Maybe it can save you a lot of corpse oil."

Zhang Lingyu looked across and saw three people standing in a row. Leading them was a man wearing a straw raincoat and a white coat and black clothes. He had a slightly sad look on his face, a look that was completely mournful.

All nature?
(End of this chapter)