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

Chapter 248 The Secret of the Wudang Cave, God's Will
Tianzhu Peak is covered in silver, and the jade trees and white flowers sparkle against the backdrop of ice and snow. The entire mountain is decorated with rime and is as clear as crystal, and the coldness in the air is even stronger.

The tiny snowflakes dancing in the cold wind actually aroused the tourists' enthusiasm for watching.

Deep in the cave, the air was cold and damp, and the walls were covered with layers of moist moss. The sound of dripping water occasionally slid down from the top of the cave, breaking the silence within the cave.

On a high platform in the cave, an old man sat cross-legged, his figure hidden in the shadows.

He frowned slightly, his face, which was full of vicissitudes of life, had an uncertain expression, but he was still unaware of the harassment around him.

Wang Ye rushed into the cave in a hurry, his eyes quickly scanning everything in the cave, finally falling on the kneeling Master Lu.

Master Lu looked dazed at the moment, muttering to himself with a hint of despair and confusion in his voice: "Why can't it be expanded? Why can't it be expanded further?"

Wudang Sect Leader Zhou Meng was filled with mixed emotions and slowly said, "Because this is the real you, Brother, you can't master Fenghou Qimen at all."

"You were controlled by Feng Hou Qi Men. Now, you have returned."

"Ah... you lied to me. How can you assure me that this is the real world?" Lu Ye's hoarse voice was full of doubt and uneasiness. His pupils and eyes moved up and down strangely, revealing his confusion and helplessness.

Zhou Meng just looked at him quietly, "I can't guarantee that this is the real world, but I can guarantee that this is the world that originally belonged to you."

Uncle Lu breathed heavily and crawled forward slowly.

"Are you really Xiao Meng?"

"I'm back, I'm back..." He murmured in a low voice, his expression dazed, "After decades of time, I gave up everything, but in the end, all I got was nothingness and illusion..."

“Hahahaha… I’m finally back…”

The laughter was filled with self-deprecating sadness and unwillingness.

Zhou Meng felt mixed emotions and was silent for a moment before he said calmly, "Brother... Feng Hou Qi Men has been passed down."

Master Lu raised his head slightly, his face twitched, as if he realized something: "Is... is it you?"

"It's a junior." Zhou Meng's eyes swept across the cave entrance and saw Wang Ye walking towards this side.

Master Lu also looked at Wang Ye, and instantly understood something. He said with difficulty: "Is that so... So that's how it is. Good boy, come here... Let me take a look..."

After saying this, he slowly raised his dry branch-like hand and stretched it forward with difficulty. The only thing left in his sight was the image of Wang Ye running towards him in a hurry.

Before Wang Ye approached, Master Lu's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. In his field of vision, only two black lines remained in the sky and the earth.

As he slowly closed his eyes, the two black lines closed and everything around him became pitch black. He then fell heavily, without any sign of life.

"Another one is gone, and only the three former fellow disciples are left..." Zhou Meng put his hands behind his back, staring at the old man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform. Only a heavy sigh remained in the dark and damp cave.

After sending someone to deal with Master Lu's funeral, Zhou Meng asked Wang Ye on the way down the mountain, "Why did you suddenly come here? Shouldn't you be sleeping by the stove at this hour and slacking off?"

Wang Ye touched the back of his head awkwardly, "Grandmaster, what are you talking about? I have been working hard these past few days. I went up the mountain today because a friend came. He has done a favor for the Wang family, and he had something to do in the mountain, so I thought of asking for your advice, Grandmaster."

Snowflakes were falling in disorder in front of Zhou Meng's eyes and a cold wind was blowing suddenly, blurring his vision.

"Is it the one who has become famous in the circle recently?"

The king also nodded.

"Why is he going into the mountains?" Zhou Meng asked. Few people in the world of extraordinary people knew that the Fenghoutu was hidden in Wudang. It's unlikely that someone came here specifically for the Fenghoutu.

"He said he was looking for a great spirit that was related to turtles." Wang told the truth.

"Haha, you really think Wudang Mountain is the habitat of Xuanwu." Zhou Meng laughed, "Little Wang Ye, what do you think of this friend?" "Eh? Well..." Wang Ye smiled bitterly and thought for a while, "Although the time we spent together is only a few days, it's still to my taste."

As the third son of Wang Weiguo of China Overseas Group, Wang has been accustomed to those who do everything they can to flatter the Wang family. He is quite insightful in judging people. Generally speaking, the feeling Yan Huan gives him can be described in two words - non-competitive.

After getting along with each other, the only thing that made Wang Ye feel uncomfortable was the sense of disconnection from the environment that Yan Huan inadvertently exuded.

"Out of touch?" Zhou Meng asked curiously.

"I don't know how to describe it, but I feel like he's not from this world."

"That's transcendence? It's rare for someone so young to have such understanding." Zhou Meng nodded slightly in approval. "There's a funeral in the mountains, so I won't go to entertain them. Xiao Wang, you can take him around to have a look."

"As for the cave, you can go there if you want."

Wang was also stunned, "Master, have you promised?"

"Since you trust his character, why bother worrying about the secrets of Wudang Mountain spreading out?" Zhou Meng asked.

Wang also bowed and said solemnly, "Thank you, Grand Master!"

"Hey! That's not right! I told him to wait there, where did this guy go?" Wang Ye suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Yan Huan along the way. "Then Master, I'll go down the mountain to help after I finish this matter."

After saying that, Wang Ye returned the same way and ran towards the middle of the mountain.

When we reached the entrance of the cave, we heard a thick layer of snow falling from the branches in the forest, making a rustling sound.

Wang Ye looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yan Huan jumping down from a branch and coming in front of him.

"Where have you gone?"

"It is said that there is a wonder of golden monkey leaping across a stream in Wudang Mountain, so I went to see it." Yan Huan replied.

"Oh! You have such a refined taste. Let's go, Grand Master has agreed. Aren't you interested in that cave?"

Yan Huan tilted his head and glanced into the eerie and dark cave. An unclear strange smell was wafting out from it, bringing with it a damp and stench.

Led by Wang Ye, Yan Huan entered the cave. The entrance was narrow, just enough for one person to pass through. Once inside, the open space in the center became spacious.

During the Jiashen Rebellion, Zhou Sheng brought the Fenghoutu back to Wudang. Once the three old Wudang masters, Hong, Fang and Lu, got into the maze, they wasted decades of their time there.

"This doesn't look like a place where spirits can be hidden." Wang Ye glanced around. When he was forced by Hong Yin to learn Fenghou Qimen, he suffered a lot in this cave. If there really was something here, he should have seen it long ago when he practiced the Qimen imaging method.

Yan Huan looked around, his eyes not even lingering on the old man sitting cross-legged on the high platform. He looked at the slippery and cold stone wall and pressed his fingertips against it.

"It's right here, something that has been ignored by your Wu-Tang Clan."

After watching for a while, Yan Huan suddenly frowned and turned to look at the old senior who was deeply immersed in the inner scene, "It's really ironic."

"You are a sorcerer, why do you speak in a roundabout way like a warlock?" Wang Ye shrugged and stared at the stone wall with wide eyes, "What is here? I can't see anything!"

Yan Huan raised his hand and brushed away the misty fog covering the stone wall.

"Now look at it."

Wang Ye glanced to the side, thinking that Yan Huan was not familiar with the strange art, he used the imaging technique, and the words carved on the stone wall slowly emerged.

"What is this!?" Wang Ye shook his head in disbelief. "Is God playing a trick on these three seniors?"

(End of this chapter)