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

Chapter 344: Freedom and Burden, Yan Huan's Farewell to "Discussion under the Mulberry Tree"

"It's normal that I can't do it. After all, I don't understand the principle." Yan Huan sat on a swing made of green vines, swinging back and forth contentedly.

The core of the self-cultivation furnace will absorb the Qi of the person holding the furnace. Different Qi samples will cause different operation results.

Ma Xianhong had encountered a bottleneck before. No matter how he improved the furnace structure, the functions that were theoretically possible could never be realized.

Yan Huan knew this clearly because he was a wizard, not a sorcerer.

The art of creating concrete power and the art of using abstract power are the most wonderful combination.

Even Huang Yueying, the representative of the Shen Ji school, created many of her Shen Ji creations in collaboration with the great sorcerer Zhuge Kongming.

The magic provided by Yan Huan can make the core operate, but the direction of guidance is completely uncontrollable.

Any inference based on a wrong theory will undoubtedly fall into another prison, so Ma Xianhong's research is doomed to get no answers.

According to the original plot development, Ma Xianhong's self-cultivation furnace was completed with the help of Zhuge Qing, combining technique and theory, and finally succeeded.

It can be said that from the moment Yan Huan changed Qingzai's fate, Ma Xianhong's self-cultivation furnace stopped there.

"However, Ma Xianhong's 'Divine Machine Hundred Refinements' is one of the eight extraordinary skills that transcend common sense. If he comes up with something new in a hurry, we can destroy him then..."

What is more painful than not getting something is losing it after getting it.

"In order to save Lao Ma from the heartache of having his stove smashed, I have tried my best..." Yan Huan stood up from the swing and watched the field of vision in front of him fluctuate up and down.

"Why can't a reasonable pathway be constructed?!"

"Everything is blocked! There was a moment when I saw the possibility of success..." Ma Xianhong scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and the paper in his hand was torn into tatters.

"Overthrown...overthrow everything and start over again!"

"Come here, all of you!"

At the command, all the Ruhuas who were waiting around the courtyard started moving, holding the repair materials and working carefully and methodically.

"Hmm..." Zhang Chulan smiled and pondered for a moment.

Given the current situation, delaying a little is enough.

"As for this furnace, if you are in a hurry, you can just smash it when the time comes..."

Zhang Chulan smiled bitterly as he looked at the possessed Ma Xianhong. If you put yourself in his shoes, as a fanatical technology geek, having the stove in his hand smashed is like having his beloved figurines punished by a naughty kid. It's really a blood pressure spike...
"Old Ma, why don't you go back and have dinner? Otherwise, you will be late."

Ma Xianhong stared at the structural diagram with wide eyes and shook his head.

"Go back, I'll talk to you after I finish this."

"It's okay, I'll accompany you. After all, you are my nephew!" Zhang Chulan found a clean place to sit cross-legged, and took out his mobile phone as if nothing had happened.

Old Ma on the side was so busy that he didn't pay any attention to what was happening around him.

Zhang Chulan clicked on the group chat with the note "逗伱湾儿" and typed a line of words:

Everyone, I'm in place here. It's going better than I expected. Let's get started!
Yan Huan glanced at the messages in the group, and at this moment, Zhao Fangxu called.

"Boss Zhao, are you determined to increase the stakes this time?"

There was silence on one end of the conversation for a long time. The silence was so long that Yan Huan thought the communication was interrupted, but the numbers on the call interface were still moving normally.

After a long while, Zhao Fangxu's long sigh came through the electromagnetic waves.

"Xiao Huan, regarding the meteorite and firebird incident in the Northwest Region, due to the backward technology at the time, many details are unclear. Recently, we sent our staff to do a lot of work, and we finally got the exact news."

"Before you left for Biyou Village, I was a little nervous. To be honest, I hoped that you would think I had deceived you and come back to the company to renegotiate with me..."

Zhao Fangxu closed his eyes, and all the big and small things that happened in recent days came to his mind.

On the one hand, he hoped that Yan Huan's appearance would bring changes to the current situation of aliens, but on the other hand, he was afraid that this change would lead to a situation beyond the company's control. Even sending employees to collect information about elves could cause an incident no less than the "Jiashen Rebellion". Zhao Fangxu couldn't tell whether Yan Huan was blessed or the company was unlucky.

"Mr. Zhao, please speak frankly."

Zhao Fangxu could easily tell Yan Huan about Xuanwu's past, but this time he was so secretive, which made Yan Huan even more curious.

Perhaps there really is an existence far superior to the Eight Fraud Gods...

Or the causes and consequences behind it are enough to make the top management of the company feel terrified.

Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Xiao Huan, before that, I have a question for you."

"If I ask you to give up your free days of traveling around the world and seeking spiritual connections, and take on some other burdens, are you willing?"

"Mr. Zhao, you know me..." Yan Huan was about to reply when a golden light suddenly appeared around him.

The scene became blurry and hazy. When Yan Huan came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a mulberry tree, holding a small bamboo knife in his hand.

The tip of the knife lightly pierced through the branches and chopped off the green mulberry leaves on the branches. After each mulberry leaf was plucked off, he would quickly put it into the burlap bag in his arms.

The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, and mottled light and shadows fell on Yan Huan's slightly lowered face. Occasionally, a breeze blew, and the branches of the mulberry tree swayed gently, and the leaves made a rustling sound.

Just then, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind Yan Huan. He did not look back and continued to concentrate on picking mulberry leaves.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally, a man who looked like a scholar appeared at the edge of his sight.

The man was wearing a plain blue shirt and holding a book in his hand. He had a square face and ordinary features, but his eyes revealed an imperceptible arrogance.

He stood behind Yan Huan, staring at her back, obviously unhappy.

The scholar's mouth curled up slightly, his brows furrowed, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "I heard that a man should wear gold and purple when dealing with the world. How can he be as lenient as a flood and do the work of a silk woman?"

Yan Huan did not pause, still calmly cutting off the mulberry leaves, and responded in a calm tone:

"In the past, Bo Cheng worked as a couple in the fields, not wanting to be honored by the princes; he wanted to be a mulberry farmer, not wanting to be an official. How could he have a luxurious house when he sat, a fat horse when he walked, and dozens of maids, and then he would be extraordinary? This is why Xu and Fu were generous, and why Yi and Qi sighed for a long time."

"Even if you have the title of a thief from Qin and the wealth of a thousand horses, it is not worth it!"

What this means is that young people should not be so superficial and pursue fame, wealth and power, but should emulate the saints more.

But the visitor was disdainful of his words, and snorted coldly, saying: "I was born in a remote place, and I have rarely seen great justice. If I had not struck the great bell and thunder drum, I would not have known their sound."

The scholar ignored the truth in Yan Huan's words. He only knew that he had been poor and miserable for a long time and wanted to stand out and become famous.

Yan Huan smiled and said, "What a young man who is not afraid of a tiger. May I ask your name?"

"Pang Shiyuan from Nanjun." Pang Tong replied with a bow.

"Since Mr. Shuijing is well versed in Qimen, Taoism, military tactics, and witchcraft, he must also have the ambition to save the world. Is he really willing to live in the mountains every day and discuss chess with a few friends instead of playing the game himself?"

"Huh!?" Yan Huan was slightly stunned. The arrogant scholar disappeared, and was replaced by a dark red sorcerer's robe.

Zhuge Liang narrowed his eyes, held the chess piece and said with a smile: "Sir, you can actually lose your concentration when playing chess with me. It's easy to make a mistake and lose the whole game."

"Sir, the world has been in chaos for a long time, without a common leader, and people's livelihood is in decline. The people are suffering terribly... I am visiting you today to see you for the last time before I leave the mountains. I am afraid that I will be busy with military affairs and have a bumpy life..."

Snapped!
The chess piece falls on the board and the outcome is decided in one move.

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"Xiao Huan, Xiao Huan! Why aren't you talking? Is the line disconnected?" Zhao Fangxu's urging voice kept coming.

Yan Huan was in a trance for a long time, and then said, "Sorry, I was distracted just now and remembered some things from the past."

"Then what do you think?"

"Boss Zhao, this is not a choice. If you want to become a true immortal, you must do 1,300 good deeds. The burden you mentioned may not be my freedom."

(End of this chapter)