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

Chapter 250: The Hundred-Year-Old Peach Wood Sword, the Curse of the Demon Sword

Negative energy was gathering above the Golden Palace, and it seemed as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city and a storm was about to come. The misty clouds were changing, but they were always unclear.

In addition to the long snake-shaped mist, the mist gushing out of the mouth of the ornament condensed into a vaguely clear large turtle shape.

Yan Huan concealed his figure with an illusion barrier, with green feathers growing on his back, hovering in the air.

In his eyes, the cloud of black smoke had turned into an image of a black tortoise carrying a snake, and the snake and the tortoise made a dull roar.

The guests who were still visiting became more and more excited, and the man who shouted "It's a dragon, not a snake" also shut his mouth and dared not say another word.

This is not a dragon, it is clearly a snake-shaped cloud. This is Wudang Mountain, so this is the miracle performed by the two generals, the turtle and the snake, of the Great Emperor Zhenwu.

According to legend, the Great Emperor Zhenwu practiced in Wudang Mountain, sitting cross-legged on a Zen chair day and night, chanting scriptures quietly without eating or drinking.

After this hard training, his stomach and intestines began to blame each other and quarreled endlessly, making Zhenwu so restless that he could not practice.

In a rage, he ripped open the animal's belly, grabbed out the intestines and stomach, and threw them into the bushes behind him with a "bang".

The belly and intestines were hidden in the grass, listening to Zhenwu chanting scriptures and reciting Taoism day and night. Later, the scriptures and mantras entered his marrow, and he was possessed by Taoism. He became eloquent, good at flying and running, and could go to the sky and into the sea, with endless changes.

The intestines "slid" into the socks that Zhenwu had taken off when he was sitting cross-legged, rolled three times on the ground, and turned into a giant snake covered with scales; the stomach took Zhenwu's shoes and covered its back with them, then rolled three times and turned into a giant turtle with an iron shell.

The turtle and snake slid down Mount Wudang, eating people, pigs, sheep, cows, horses, and finally they even started eating humans. For a time, the people were living in misery.

Later, the Great Emperor Zhenwu achieved enlightenment through practice. Seeing the turtle and snake making such a fuss, he rode on auspicious clouds, wielded his sword, subdued the turtle and snake, made them his mounts, and named them "the two generals of the turtle and snake." From then on, the Great Emperor Zhenwu rode on the turtle and snake and invited them to travel around the nine heavens for inspections.

Since we have seen a miracle, we should naturally worship it.

Some people in the crowd were already kneeling down to worship the black cloud and praying devoutly.

There was a strange phenomenon happening in the sky, and no one knew whether it was a blessing or a curse. The Wudang Sect Leader put his hands behind his back, looked up into the sky, and then raised his hand to call Yunlong beside him.

"When there is a funeral in the mountains, keep it simple. Arrange a few reliable and competent disciples to handle Master Lu's affairs, and the rest of you go to the front yard of the Golden Palace."

"No matter what happens, order must not be disrupted and tourists must not be harmed."

Yunlong took the order and rushed out in a hurry.

In front of the Golden Palace, a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses retracted his gaze from the air and asked his father-in-law and mother-in-law: "Do you think I still have a chance?"

The old man with silver hair opposite shook his head.

"I've let you two down." The man muttered, and looked up at the sky again. "Since you've seen a miracle, why don't I take a photo of you two as a souvenir? If I shoot upwards from that position, the miracle will be fully captured in the picture."

He pointed to a high platform that looked somewhat dangerous.

The old man snorted coldly and slapped him, "Zhang, can you really kill us in front of so many people?"

"And then disguise it as an accident so that you can take my daughter and my property!"

The man was stunned and immediately shook his head, "Father-in-law, please listen to my explanation, I didn't..."

The three men confronted each other and started arguing. Next to them was a burly man who was saying nice things to his girlfriend.

"We have seen a good omen today, why not take advantage of the good mood to get the certificate?"

The woman frowned, "The fully paid RV hasn't been delivered yet, how can I claim it?"

The man was slightly stunned. The 380,000 yuan betrothal money and the banquets had already emptied his family's savings. How could he have any spare money to buy a house or a car in full?

"You never wanted to get married from the beginning! It's okay if you don't want to get married, but you have to return the betrothal money to me!"

"What!? The betrothal gift of 380,000 yuan, and you only want to pay back 20,000 yuan? You stinky bitch!"

The man raised his fist and was about to hit the heavily made-up face, but after hesitating for a moment, he suppressed his anger and put his fist down.

At that moment, the two looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. One of them inexplicably saw through the other's evil plan, and the other's carefully planned conspiracy inexplicably was exposed.

Yan Huan stood above the crowd, silently watching the commotion happening below.

Xuanwu is an evil god who likes to plot and harm others. He is in charge of thieves, escapes, and quarrels. Naturally, he can also reveal the darkness in the corners of people's hearts.

At this time, He had been sleeping for more than 550 years, and woke up unexpectedly due to the fluctuation of water energy. He was in high spirits after waking up, so he took advantage of this opportunity to exert all his strength.

The snake head covered in thick clouds looked down and snorted coldly, "It has been hundreds of years, and humans really haven't made any progress at all."

Yan Huan said to the blurry mist, "That's enough. Put away your magical power."

I don't know whether it was a snake or a turtle who replied, "Isn't this a good idea? People can be honest with each other, and there is no need to worry about being plotted against."

"Yes." Yan Huan responded, "It is undeniable that this situation is beneficial to the victim, but you also have to take into account people's anger and resentment. Look at the situation below."

Yan Huan pointed his finger over and saw that many people in the crowd were already fighting with each other, with bruises and bruises on their faces.

A low voice in the mist said: "What if I refuse?"

"We must learn from the Great Emperor Zhenwu to make the turtle and snake surrender. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed without mercy." Yan Huan said calmly.

There was a long silence in the air as the two intimidating auras collided with each other, scaring the cranes circling on the peaks so much that they fled madly. They all hid behind Yan Huan and wailed.

"You're kidding."

Yan Huan waved her hand, "I just didn't expect that Xuanwu, a fierce god with sinister and vicious means, actually yearns for sincere and genuine humans."

"Why don't you come with me for a walk? I can see the vicissitudes of history over the past hundred years, as well as the ups and downs of people's hearts."

Xuanwu was unmoved and asked, "Do you know why I have been hiding in Wudang Mountain for so long?"

Yan Huan responded, "I have a rough guess. Your last master should be Master Sanfeng, right?"

"So you should understand. I have my reasons. The person I followed before was Zhang Sanfeng!" Xuanwu roared, "Wizard, if you want me to follow you, and if you are brave enough, then let me explore your soul."

"If you are not tainted with greed, theft, and evil, I will accept you."

“Just give it a try!” Yan Huan stretched out his hand and signaled Xuanwu to fall.

"Courageous!"

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the negative energy gathered in one place, pouring down like a tornado and entering Yan Huan's body.

The commotion in front of the Golden Palace came to an end. The people who were fighting each other seemed to have just woken up from a dream and looked around in panic.

It seems like a dream, but not an illusion. Everything is happening in reality.

The elderly couple who were nearly murdered, the man who was cheated of his bride price, and all kinds of people who were schemed against, thanked the sky solemnly for its clearness again, and burned a few sticks of incense in front of the statue of Zhenwu Emperor.

The Wudang disciples who were maintaining order breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the situation calm down.

Zhou Meng waved his Taoist robe and looked at the misty clouds in the mountains. There was still a cloud in his heart. "It shouldn't be like this. The clouds are rising in the east, and a distinguished guest is coming. Why is there a trace of false ominous air in this auspicious sign?"

He counted with his fingers, frowned, and said loudly "Not good", then hurriedly ran towards Nanyan Palace.

Nanyan Palace is the "holy land" where the Great Emperor Zhenwu attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. It is the most scenic spot among the 36 rocks in Wudang Mountain. From afar, one can see "hanging pavilions" inlaid on the dangerous cliffs.

This "hanging palace on the cliff" has three wonders, among which the most talked about is the peach wood sword, the Feng Shui sword that guards the palace, which is located on the far left of Nanyan Palace, above the golden bell.

There are two theories about the origin of this sword. One theory is that it was placed there when the palace was first built in order to stabilize the feng shui of this suspended Taoist temple. Another theory is that it was the sword of Lu Zu, who left it here when he was playing chess on the top of the mountain.

This peach wood sword has been in the cliff since the early Ming Dynasty and has remained immortal after seven hundred years.

"Where did you come from, little devil? How dare you put your thoughts on my Wudang's mountain-guarding sword?" Zhou Meng shouted angrily. He saw a figure flashing on the thousand-meter cliff, moving quickly in the fog.

They steal and rob in broad daylight without any concealment, breaking the rules of the alien circle. They are even more outrageous than Quan Xing.

Zhou Meng looked around and fortunately, the tourists were attracted by the natural wonders and went to the Golden Summit.

Now that there was no one around, he used the Tiyunzong technique, stepped on several bumps on the cliff, and caught up with him in a few steps.

Grabbing a blade of grass growing between the rocks, Zhou Meng looked at the thief viciously.

The man was wearing a clean white down jacket and was hiding in the mist. If it weren't for his eye-catching red hair, ordinary people wouldn't be able to see the figure on the cliff clearly.

"As expected of the Wudang Sect Leader, you discovered it so quickly."

"I was the younger generation who took it upon myself to be so arrogant. I should have come at night earlier."

In the mist, there is an extremely feminine face, which looks more delicate than that of a girl.

"Where did you come from, little bastard? He looks familiar!" Zhou Meng asked. The red-haired man said in a deep voice, "Witch King, Yan Huan."

"I have come to your place specially to borrow this precious sword."

"Hmm?" Zhou Meng narrowed his eyes, murderous intent gradually appeared in his eyes, "It's the friend that Xiao Wangye mentioned. Aren't you supposed to be in the back mountain now?"

"What happened to Xiao Wang?"

Yan Huan's chest trembled when he heard this, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Then he tremblingly untied the wire wrapped around the peach wood sword, drew the sword and held it in his arms.

"Who knows?" He looked down from above and punched the cliff wall hard with his fist. The uncontrollable shaking finally stopped.

"Don't be anxious, senior. Listen to me first, and then consider whether to get angry. There is a saying in this world that 'one top and two heroes'. Ding Shimaan was defeated by me not long ago, and you should know that."

"So don't be impulsive and put yourself in danger."

"Tsk!" Zhou Meng gritted his teeth and looked down. It was like an abyss.

Can you win if you fight against two people who are more powerful than heroes in a place like this?
"You are a sorcerer, why do you take my Wudang sword?" Zhou Meng continued to question.

Yan Huan snorted coldly, "People only know that this sword has not decayed for seven hundred years, but anyone who knows a little bit will know that this peach wood sword has been refined and is a magic weapon."

"No." Yan Huan immediately rejected himself and said, "It is a magic weapon left by an immortal. It should be called..."

"magic weapon."

“···” Zhou Meng stood on the cliff, looking solemn and saying nothing.

As the two men were facing each other, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard from the bottom of the cliff, and a figure was climbing up the steep cliff with difficulty.

"Master!" Taoist Yunlong gritted his teeth, used both his hands and feet, and finally climbed to the edge of the cliff.

"Is everything arranged?" Zhou Meng asked, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"It's all taken care of." Yunlong replied, and then he became furious and glared at the other side, "Where did this red-haired thief come from? How dare he steal the treasure of my Wudang Sect!"

Snapped!
Zhou Meng knocked Yunlong's head impatiently and said sternly: "Go and evacuate the tourists and tell the tourism area management committee that Wudang Mountain will not accept tourists today."

"But Master, I have to stay and help you." Yunlong insisted, his eyes full of worry, "This man is not a simple person."

Zhou Meng frowned slightly, and his tone became more serious: "You can handle people I can't handle? Do you have the right to speak here?"

"But Master..." Yunlong shook his sleeves helplessly and was about to turn around and jump off the cliff, but at this moment, he suddenly struck Zhou Meng's back with his palm, aiming directly at the heart.

"Is this your temper?" Zhou Meng smiled coldly, using Tai Chi Cloud Hands to lightly grab Yunlong's arm and throw him down the mountain.

Wow!
Yunlong lost his foothold and quickly swung out a chain from the sleeve of his Taoist robe. The chain drew a silver light in the air and the nails shot into the mountain, stabilizing his body.

"There is a hidden change in this move. It's the Iron Palm Technique. Are you a member of the Iron Palm Sect?" Zhou Meng said calmly, looking down.

Yunlong hung on the chain, his face gloomy, and responded in a low voice: "How did you know that?"

"Simple." Zhou Meng said, "Although this cliff is dangerous, it is a great place for us Wudang disciples to practice the Tiyunzong. You are a half-baked Qinggong, and you even have trouble standing firmly. How could you be Yunlong?"

After hearing the explanation, Yunlong's face froze, and then he laughed grimly.

"You underestimated the Wudang Sect Leader!"

Zhou Meng pointed at Yan Huan and said, "Since Yunlong is fake, then you, Xiao Wangye's friend, can't be taken seriously either."

Yan Huan had a complicated expression and angrily shouted to Yun Long, "Qiu Wanyin, you failed in your sneak attack and caused us so much trouble!"

"Yunlong" tore the talisman in his arms into pieces, his skin slowly wrinkled, and he moved like kneaded dough. In just half a moment, he turned into a rough and sturdy man with a beard.

Especially those palms, with frighteningly thick calluses, looking exactly like bear paws.

"Two to one, the advantage is on our side. Besides, don't we have the thing?" Qiu Wanyin laughed coldly.

"Idiot!" "Yan Huan" tore the talisman into pieces and changed his body shape into a bearded ronin.

"How did you conduct this investigation without even knowing that I was here?"

After saying this, his right hand began to tremble uncontrollably again.

Hey!
The ronin clenched his fist and smashed it against the mountain wall, and with the help of the pain, he was able to barely suppress the slight tremor.

"What deity, Ruyi-sang?"

Fan Sasa Ruyi gritted his teeth in anger. It was really unlucky to cooperate with this rough man.

"Yan Huan! Yan Huan, whom you call the Witch King!"

The ronin raised his hand and roared angrily. He originally wanted to use the title of "Witch King" to intimidate Wudang and make it easier to act, but he didn't expect that the real person would go in and out of the mountains, and he didn't expect that his teammates would reveal their identities in advance. In this way, all subsequent plans might fail.

Qiu Wanyin grinned, still not caring much, "It's okay, just run away early."

"Look at your palm, old man. If I had known that you guys in Wudang Tai Chi are so skilled at transforming and leveraging force, how could I not be prepared?"

Hearing this, Zhou Meng looked at his palm and saw a black mark covering the lines of his lifeline, spreading in all directions like a black lotus.

"To deal with a hundred-year-old man, you still use such despicable means. The younger generation nowadays..." Zhou Meng sighed, used Qi to resist the poison and stopped the black lotus.

"There's no point in talking any more, let's fight!" The ronin tightly grasped the small sword at his waist, and a cold wind blew, and the crescent-shaped sword energy whizzed past.

Shinto·Water Moon!

Zhou Meng held the crescent moon in his hands, changed its direction, and moved it to the rock nearby.

"Can you still block Ruyisang's sword energy even though you're poisoned?" Qiu Wanyin was stunned and gathered strength in his palm.

This time, he was being attacked from both sides. Zhou Meng had very little space under his feet, so he had no choice but to continue running upwards.

He climbed up and down along the hollows and potholes on the steep cliffs. Finally, he stepped on the eaves of a pavilion on the steep cliff, and his mind began to waver.

"This poison is not simple..."

Looking back, he saw that the only enemy behind him was Qiu Wanyin.

Fansa Ruyi hugged the peach wood sword tightly and ran down the mountain without looking back.

"Idiot, you've already got the stuff, who's going to go up there with you to risk your life? Just go there and die by yourself!"

"Something's wrong, it's really wrong..." he murmured. As long as the name "Yan Huan" was mentioned, the curse remaining in the magic sword in his right hand would start to play tricks on him.

It felt like the curse itself was afraid.

After calming his mind, Fanzasa Ruyi clenched the peach wood sword with his trembling right hand.

Peach is the essence of the five woods, also known as the immortal wood. It has the magical power to ward off evil spirits and protect the house. As long as you have this magic weapon from the immortals, you can suppress the remaining curse of the evil sword.

Just when he was feeling happy, Fan Sasa Ruyi suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt of the peach wood sword, but the next moment, the sword dissipated like mist.

"Eh?"

“Why did it break?”

"Isn't it the magic weapon of the immortals?"

The ronin picked up the pile of powder and pieced it together awkwardly.

The dust dissipated, leaving nothing behind, and a voice floated from behind Iizasa Ruyi.

"How come someone is committing petty thefts right after we captured the God of Taotuo?" Yan Huan asked curiously.

"Why bother talking to the Japs? Beat them up first. Beat them half to death then interrogate them. Beat them to death then arrest their spirits for questioning."

There was a clear sound of bird calls in the blue sky, and just as Bifang finished speaking, a rain of thorny bamboos poured down like a rain covering the sky and the sun.

"Eh? Not...this..." Dense spikes were reflected in Iisasa Ruyi's pupils, and the strong pressure instantly made him feel hopeless.

Thinking of myself as a Shinto genius, looking back on my life, it seems to be full of shameful and miserable things.

He grasped the hilt of the sword, but his right hand was trembling and he couldn't release any strength at all.

Ronin stared at the blue-winged figure in the sky and put his right hand in front of him. "This is the person you have always been afraid of. Now our nightmares have come true."

(End of this chapter)