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

Chapter 357: In Zhuangzi's Tomb, Wang Ye is Forced into a Corner
Now that he had seen the immortal's trace, Yan Huan naturally would not shrink back. He first bathed in the water of Xiaowangxiang, and then went to Nanhua Temple to offer three incense sticks.

With smoke rising up from the air, Liu Buming and Zhuang Xian bowed together under the altar.

After the incident, Yan Huan, whose seniority had suddenly increased greatly, took the two younger generations with him and walked towards Zhuangzi's tomb.

It is the height of summer, and the tomb is surrounded by lush greenery and vitality. The breeze blows gently, bringing with it a hint of grass and wood fragrance.

After a country road, there are lush old trees with lush branches and leaves like umbrellas, covering the land in a mottled green shade.

Wild flowers can be seen everywhere among the grass, yellow, purple, and blue, colorful but not abrupt. Butterflies occasionally fly among the flowers, light and free.

Zhuang Xian, who was following behind him, pointed to the green grass in the distance and said, "The grass here is green all year round, even in drought years and cold winters."

Zhuang Xian was only fourteen years old and had not yet completed his studies. He only had the opportunity to seek the truth in the temple during the winter and summer vacations.

He was a middle school boy who loved adventure and fantasy. Without waiting for Yan Huan to reply, he started talking about the legend of the floating tomb here.

The tomb of Zhuangzi is located south of the Yellow River embankment, about fifty meters away from the base of the embankment. According to legend, one year before the Yellow River changed its course, a flood broke out, and the waves were surging one after another. Not far to the west of the tomb is the famous Huimu Tower, and a group of villagers watched it being submerged in the flood.

However, the members of the Zhuang family who hid in Zhuangzi's tomb were safe and sound. As the water level rose, the tomb grew taller, and as the water level fell, the tomb collapsed. The flood could never submerge the land beneath their feet.

After that, some people saw golden and silver horses running through the mountains and forests in the middle of the night.

"It's that place." Zhuang Xian pointed to a small bamboo forest not far away. The bamboo branches were tall and beautiful. When the breeze blew, the shadows of the bamboos swayed on the ground, like rippling water.

"When I was ten years old, I went up the mountain at night to look for monkeys and saw them. But they were neither gold nor silver, but red like fire."

Yan Huan asked back: "Could it be just an ordinary horse?"

Zhuang Xian shook his head. "It shouldn't be. I saw fire coming out of its hooves and tail, but it couldn't light anything when it walked through the forest."

"Hmm..." Yan Huan lowered his head and thought, if this place is really the place where Zhuangzi ascended to heaven in his dream, then it should be like the Twenty-Four Sections Tongtian Valley in the Qinling Mountains. There is a grand atmosphere here, and it is not surprising to see some rare and exotic animals in it.

“I hope I can see it when I get a chance.”

Yan Huan continued walking and came to a stele. The words on the stele were not conspicuous, and it was covered with moss, showing strong traces of time.

"Hey?" Liu Buming's calm and natural face froze for a moment. "This place was just renovated not long ago. Why is it so dilapidated again?"

“It’s hard to get funding for renovations…”

"It would take decades to see such signs of erosion." Yan Huan was somewhat puzzled. He gently brushed away the dead vines wrapped around the tombstone. As his fingertips just touched the cold stone surface, a thick fog suddenly filled the surroundings.

The fog came silently, but quickly engulfed the surroundings. The thick gray fog piled up layer by layer, blocking all vision.

Looking back, the originally clear path has completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"You two!" Yan Huan suddenly turned around to look for the two Taoist priests who were traveling with him. However, the figures of the old and the young had long disappeared. The fog swallowed everything, leaving only a dead and silent void.

Yan Huan took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and a pair of huge inky green feathers suddenly spread out behind him.

The dark blue feathers glowed faintly in the thick fog. He flapped his wings, and the feathers stirred up a fierce gust of wind. The wind roared past, whistling and sweeping out, heading straight for the thick fog around.

However, what surprised Yan Huan was that the fog seemed to have a spirit. When the strong wind came, it not only did not retreat, but became thicker.

Wherever the wind blade passed, the fog was still as hazy as before, with no sign of dissipating.

"Little Wangxiang!" Yan Huan shouted.

The little mermaid leaped out, flapping its tail and clenched its little hands forward.

The fog is still that white fog.

"Kakaka!"

A trace of anger appeared in Xiao Wangxiang's eyes, and he changed his hands to grasp. But the scene in front of him remained unchanged. The furious Wangxiang pulled out Yan Huan's golden beetle from somewhere and threw it into the mist angrily.

Just like that, the fog on the opposite side suddenly rolled over and slowly parted in front of Yan Huan, revealing a dark path.

"Hmph!" Little Wangxiang pinched his waist proudly, and the dizzy beetle flew back.

"Well - never mind, the result is good." Yan Huan carefully comforted the beetle and simply held the little mermaid in his arms.

"Is it impossible to manipulate the moisture in the mist?"

"This is not the water from this world..." Little Wangxiang puffed up his face, feeling upset about the uncontrollable water.

The scene in front of Yan Huan gradually became clear. The end of the path was no longer Zhuangzi's tomb, but a towering mountain with a dark blue color, standing in the faint mist.

As we approached the foot of the mountain, the fog gradually dissipated, and the coolness of the mountain brought with it the moist fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with a few low roars and faint sounds of fighting.

Yan Huan followed the sound, passed through an overgrown path, crossed a rocky hillside, and came to a hidden mountain stream.

In the open area ahead, I saw two people facing each other, one dressed as a fisherman and the other in a suit.

The man dressed as a fisherman held something tightly in his hand and covered it with his sleeve: "We are all working for the same master, there is no need to go to this extent, right?"

"Then give me the thing." replied the man in the suit.

The two men's faces didn't look too exotic, but their Chinese sounded awkward and childish, and it was obvious that they had not learned it authentically. There was an indescribable funny and deliberate tone in their voices, which made Yan Huan frown instinctively.

Another easy day?
The fisherman raised his index finger and waved it a few times.

The man in the suit suddenly turned pale, and his eyes swept over the item in the fisherman's hand sharply. He snorted coldly and said, "Zhuang Zhou is the ancestor of our country's humanities. This thing originally belonged to us. It is natural for us to take it back and apply for World Heritage status. What do you know?"

"Oh~" Yan Huan couldn't help clapping his hands and suddenly realized.

It turned out to be a stick!

This shameless rhetoric is reasonable and logical.

Yan Huan stopped in front of a mountain stream and watched the two thieves fighting each other on the opposite side.

The water gurgled, and there was a sound of water flowing. A person with a Taoist bun and wearing a black coat walked over.

Yan Huan pressed the little mermaid in his arms back into his body, turned his head to take a look, and asked in confusion: "Old Wang?"

Wang Ye, looking exhausted, dragged himself awkwardly, ran a few steps quickly, and grabbed Yan Huan's shoulders.

"You are Lao Yan, right? You are Lao Yan, right?"

"Right... didn't you go to the southwest?"

"Hehehe... The affairs of the Huode Sect have been completed, but I have been trapped here for three whole days. Three days!" Wang Ye made an "OK" gesture with both hands, and his messy hair stood up in disarray.

"Although the scenery here is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, and the trees next to it inexplicably grow all kinds of fruits and steamed buns...but I can't walk out! But..."

Wang Ye's bloodshot eyes widened like bells, and the sound of flowing water came from behind him again.

"It's over, he's coming again, he's coming again!"

Yan Huan was puzzled and asked, "You have realized something in Fenghou Qimen again. What could scare you like this?"

"There is a person who has entered into this game with me..." Just as Wang Ye finished speaking, a bald man with a beard and wearing a dark red jacket came over smiling along the stream.

"I am so lucky to meet you two masters today!"

(End of this chapter)