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

Chapter 361 A big dream

"How about you two discuss this in heaven, and I'll walk a little further and take a look first."

Yan Huan put away the spiritual flag, walked to the highest point of the mountain, sat down on the edge of the cliff, and just like that, he held his chin with his hand, feeling the mountain breeze and looking at the magnificent picture scroll beneath his feet.

As the night draws aside the curtain, the rivers of light are still vividly visible.

If these are immortals, then becoming an immortal is truly an extremely romantic thing. If one day, under the guidance of the predecessors, one is able to embark on the path of immortality, then what kind of view would one have when looking at this prosperous world?

The sun moved westward again, the setting sun in the west was blood-red, and the sky was full of red clouds.

Lao Wang was always worried about something, but he didn't want to disturb Yan Huan who was sitting on the edge of the cliff. He went down the mountain and walked around a few times, but there was still no way out.

But what made him happy was that Master Kui'er seemed unable to reach the top of the mountain. No matter what kind of hexagram he threw out with the Liu Yao Money Lesson, he would be lost in the mountains here.

"Hey, what a rare moment of peace and quiet!"

The king also lay on the thick branch of a strange cypress tree, feeling contented.

He recalled the quiet days in Wudang Mountain, but there was no one to disturb him. The chirping of cicadas and birds in the mountains was still too quiet for him.

Chen Jinkui ran to the foot of the mountain panting, looking at the Taoist priest not far away. He was clearly right in front of him, but if he took another step, the fog would be so thick that he didn't know where to go next.

But the strange thing is that every time I look back, the way out of the mountain becomes clear.

"Master Wang, is this also the method of 'Feng Hou Qi Men'? Why can't I see any tricks at all!"

Chen Jinkui gathered his energy and shouted loudly, fearing that Wang Ye couldn't hear him.

"Master Kui, please go back!"

"It seems like the world here doesn't like you very much..." Wang Ye took a bite of the apple, and seeing Chen Jinkui's full of energy, he felt relieved.

If that Yin Fire burned the leader of the Shuzi Sect to death, there would probably be more trouble behind the scenes.

"I don't care, as long as you like me, Master Wang!"

"How about you please be kind and take me in?"

Wang also shook his head. "One by one, why don't you listen to my advice?"

Having said all this, you are still stubborn and a fool.

Wang Ye jumped up and waved his arms a few times. Before his body was in the air, he felt his feet step on empty air and he fell heavily into the bushes at the bottom of the tree.

I am still not very skilled and cannot move my mind as I wish...

The next day, morning mist rose around, but for some reason it all fell at Yan Huan's feet. When he opened his eyes, he didn't know whether he had slept all night or practiced all night.

Next to it were fruits wrapped in banana leaves and a few grilled fish.

It seems that Wang finally has the chance to deal with the fish he has been longing for.

Yan Huan looked back and saw a big, slippery and shiny octopus lying on the smooth and spacious rock.

"Old Wang, to be honest, sometimes I really don't know what's going on in your mind."

The giant octopus stretched out its soft, boneless tentacles and said, "It's a cool summer night, and I'm sleeping soundly. I feel so comfortable and numb... My body is about to melt."

"Is this why you turned into a mollusk?"

"It will be more comfortable this way..." Wang Ye returned to his original state.

"Anyway, thank you for the breakfast." Yan Huan grabbed a wild fruit and took a bite. The sweet taste exploded on his tongue.

"Where did you find the fruit?"

“From the tree.”

“It’s quite delicious.”

“It’s just an ordinary taste…” Wang Yang tied up his long hair again.

“Normal taste?”

Yan Huan stared at the fruit he had taken a bite of. Perhaps he was able to understand the subtle principles behind it. Even the sweetness of the fruit had a different flavor.

Slowly standing up, Yan Huan stared into the abyss. The white mist that had clearly covered the top of the mountain dissipated to the ground below.

"There's no fog in the morning, so it shouldn't be sticky and wet in the future."

"Fog?" Wang Ye asked in confusion. It seemed that the two of them had been at odds with each other since the beginning of the conversation.

He took a few steps forward and looked down. He saw a stream flowing briskly in the mountain stream and the warm green and freshness of the forest were so refreshing that it made people feel excited.

Where does this fog come from?

"Then if you are willing, go down the mountain." Yan Huan said for no reason.

"how do I say this?"

"Because I can't see the end below. Since you can find the way, you can naturally go down the mountain." Yan Huan pointed to the vast white fog in front of him.

Wang Ye pondered for a moment and said frankly, "Old Yan, to be honest, I want to understand the series of secrets behind the Jiashen Rebellion. Part of the reason is to eliminate the possibility of causing unrest."

"Although the future line in the hexagram has improved, the future will never remain unchanged..."

"I understand." Yan Huan responded, "Then go ahead."

After saying that, he pushed Wang Ye from behind.

"Why!?"

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

"I haven't learned to fly yet!" A hysterical shout came from the bottom of the cliff.

"Ah?" Yan Huan was stunned, lying on the edge of the cliff, speechless.

"You didn't figure out anything in one night?"

"It's okay, I can heal you if you're injured!"

There was no response from the bottom of the cliff for a long time. Yan Huan began to feel uneasy, so he turned into a peregrine falcon and chased after it at high speed. Just as he reached the fog, he saw a majestic golden eagle flying into the sky.

"If I don't push myself, I really don't know where my potential is. I'm going to go first, Lao Yan! Take care of yourself!"

The eagle disappeared into the sky, and Yan Huan circled around in the atmosphere and returned to the top of the mountain.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts." Yan Huan said to the sky.

Here on the top of the mountain he was alone again.

Perhaps it was because he had learned the method of "fasting the mind and forgetting", Yan Huan was not in a hurry for many things in the Northwest. He emptied his mind and tempered his character.

On the third day, the fog on the edge of the cliff dissipated a little.

On the fourth day, tender buds of plants can be seen on the cliffs, round and plump, very cute...

On the seventh day, Yan Huan opened his eyes. He didn't know whether the mountain had become shorter or his meditation position had shifted, but the scenery in his eyes was obviously flat.

Half a month later, Yan Huan's guess was confirmed, and his current position was moving towards the middle of the mountain.

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After that, the concept of time gradually blurred. I don’t know how long it had passed, but the place where Yan Huan sat cross-legged changed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Looking down at everything became looking up at everything. From a high place, I could see the majestic spirit and the unity of all things. From a low place, I could see the soft earth carrying the mountain and all living things rising together...

The fog that was lingering around dissipated, and a brand new stone tablet stood before my eyes. A small stream flowed by, and even the path out was clear.

Liu Buming and Zhuang Xian dozed off and slept in the shade of the bamboo forest nearby.

The cicadas began to chirp restlessly, startling the old Taoist so much that he trembled. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, then quickly stood up, picking up his Taoist robe.

"Uncle Grandmaster! Did you sleep well?"

"Sleep?" Yan Huan got up slowly, feeling refreshed, without any of the grogginess after waking up.

"How long have I slept?"

"About three hours." Liu Buming raised his head slightly while bowing. It was clearly an extended lunch break period, but he suddenly felt like he was meeting an old friend again. It was really strange.

"That's it..."

It seemed like it was all a dream.

Yan Huan comprehended it carefully, circulated a little Qi, and the feedback from his body was not comparable to yesterday. A hundred years in a dream, a day outside of a dream.

At this point, it is hard to say whether the improvement of "life and nature" is the result of practice in a dream or the changes brought about by the influence of the local energy situation.

Or maybe, the situation left behind by Zhuangzi Xiu was just a dream.

Yan Huan bowed to the stone tablet engraved with "Zhuangzi's Tomb", said thank you, and turned to leave.

"Uncle Grandmaster, we haven't finished the journey yet!" Liu Buming said.

Yan Huan turned around and smiled: "Go when you are excited, and return when you are exhausted."

Liu Buming woke up Zhuang Xian who was standing nearby. The young Taoist priest was still dreaming, and his drool soaked his loose and thin Taoist robe.

"Is Grandmaster awake?"

“Is it coming back? I haven’t seen the gold and silver foals in the tomb yet!” Zhuang Xian heard from his master that the great master had great fortune and if there were any precious foals next to the tomb, he would definitely see them.

"They are all legends, how could they really happen!" Liu Buming dragged his sleepy little disciple into the temple.

"Grandmaster, it was just a big dream. He didn't even have time to eat. Your master went to the Magic City to attend a religious discussion meeting. He can't be relied on. The temple depends on us, grandfather and grandson!"

Zhuang Xian blinked. Speaking of dreams, he naturally knew what they meant. His great master’s dream must be different from that of ordinary people.

"Uncle Zushi, what did you dream about?"

Yan Huan stopped when he heard the sound and looked at the young man who was jumping and catching up.

In terms of age, Yan Huan is not even one generation older than Zhuang Xian, so he can't even be considered uncle. But calling him "Uncle Grandmaster" over and over again seems to really distance them.

The admiration and respect in the boy's eyes could not be false at all.

"I dreamed of an opportunity."

"What kind of opportunity?"

"Opportunities are understood by those who see them; they cannot be expressed in words." Yan Huan chose a pretentious statement.

Zhuang Xian couldn't help but feel envious, and asked in a low voice, "If I practice for a long time, will I also have an opportunity?"

"Of course." Yan Huan nodded.

"That's great! I wonder if I can dream about the answers to the mock exam at the beginning of the semester!" Zhuang Xian was so happy that he almost jumped up.

You boy!
Yan Huan wanted to take back his words, but Liu Buming beside him had already rolled up his Taoist robe.

boom!
A chestnut hit Zhuang Xian on the head.

"Study hard and don't let your mind wander!"

"oh···"

After teaching his disciple a lesson, the old Taoist priest hurriedly bowed and stepped forward.

"Uncle Grandmaster, please don't be offended by this child's outspokenness. But when it comes to the nature of the mind, I think I was right, so I allowed him to enter the temple to study."

"I know." Yan Huan pointed to his right eye, "Most people in this world can't hide anything from me."

"Zhuang Xian, if you still have the same original intention after five years, how about I give you a big dream?"

This great opportunity certainly could not be missed. The young man, covering his head, nodded happily and bowed to express his gratitude.

Liu Buming, who was standing by, almost got angry at the bow. He thought for a long time and finally couldn't help but lick his face and said, "Uncle Master, to be honest..."

"I think my character is okay..."

Yan Huan couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Why are you competing with the younger generation?"

Liu Buming smiled awkwardly: "If this is a side sect, I wouldn't dare to be so shameless, but since it is the inheritance of Nanhua Zhenren, it is passed down from generation to generation. No matter how shameless I am, I have to speak up."

"Then we'll talk about it when I come back. No matter what, I have to live up to your call of 'Grandmaster Uncle'."

"Uncle Ancestor, you just arrived, why are you leaving right after..."

"I've been here long enough."

Yan Huan looked back and saw the sea of ​​clouds in the distance surging like silver waves pushing against the sky. Deep in the clouds, the outline of a mountain could be seen vaguely, appearing and disappearing.

On the top of the mountain, mists lingered, and light and shadows intertwined. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the mist slowly dispersed, revealing a touch of green from the clouds, like jade shining slightly in the morning light. Several waterfalls poured down from the cliff, like silver threads falling into the sea of ​​clouds, stirring up layers of white waves, and then instantly sinking into the boundless void.

A long bridge was built between the mountains and the clouds, and two people in completely different clothes stood on the bridge, one was dressed in plain clothes, and the other was dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"Now he has obtained wonderful Dharma, but it is still too difficult to achieve supreme achievements in this era."

"You haven't lived in this era, so how do you know it's too difficult?"

"You are not me, how do you know that I don't know that it is difficult to achieve meritorious service?"

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Zhuangzi Xiu crossed his arms and said, "You bastard, it's been thousands of years. Can you change your stubbornness? You get beaten every time you argue."

"You think the world is turbid and cannot talk to Zhuangzi. If I don't argue with you, won't you want to communicate with the spirits of heaven and earth alone again?" Hui Shi shook his head.

"I don't feel like talking big today, I'm going to seek the truth."

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Northwest China, Urumqi, Tianshan Mingyue City.

As night falls, the sky is as deep as ink, dotted with a few sparse stars, while the city that never sleeps on the ground is ablaze with lights.

The towering buildings outline the contours of the Tang Dynasty style, and the red lanterns hanging on the eaves and corners sway in the wind, reflecting dots of soft light.

The streets are paved with bluestone bricks, and the buildings on both sides are decorated with carved beams and painted rafters. The vermilion lacquered doors and fine wooden windows let in warm yellow light. The exquisiteness of the Tang dynasty and the prosperity of modern times blend together, interweaving into a picture of prosperity.

The signboards of the surrounding shops are written in Tang-style seal script, and the streaming light effect of LED lights gives them a different kind of vitality.

The streets and alleys are crowded and bustling.

Yan Huan picked up five or six candied haws stuffed with mung bean filling, packed a bag of pastries, and waited in front of a milk tea shop waiting for someone.

After a while, Old Meng, with sweat on his forehead, hurried over.

"Oops... I'm sorry, my family was busy and it took a while..."

"Have you eaten yet?"

Yan Huan shook her head, but the pile of snacks around her made her feel less hungry.

"Then let's go eat first, so we can talk about a series of things happening in Lop Nur..." Lao Meng suggested.

Yan Huan pulled open the chair next to him and gestured, "Uncle Meng, please sit down first. I have another friend coming over... well, we should call him comrades on the front line."

"Eh? There are not many strange people who like to go to this northwest area..."

"This person is not an alien."

Yan Huan's words made Lao Meng even more confused. Ordinary people should not be allowed to know about the affairs of extraordinary people. If there were people outside the circle around, wouldn't his actions be restricted in every way?

"Don't be nervous, Uncle Meng. There are some people in this world who have supernatural powers without the flow of Qi. It's nothing new. Mr. Zhao has already informed them."

"Speaking of which, this person may have some connection with you, but it's very shallow."

Lao Meng pushed his glasses, thought for a long time, and scratched his slightly fat face in embarrassment.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, you'll know when you meet him." Yan Huan was comforting Lao Meng when the phone in his pocket started vibrating.

As soon as the call was connected, a person in the crowd opposite looked around, and Yan Huan immediately waved his arm.

The visitor was a young man with a sunny face, who looked like he had just reached adulthood. He wore a baseball cap and a blue and white plaid short-sleeved shirt.

"Hello, comrade. I've heard about this from the leader. This is the first time our respective departments have worked together since their establishment. It's an event worthy of being remembered in history. We, the young generation, are fortunate to have witnessed it..." The man took out the note from his pocket and began to read it.

"Are you so official?" Yan Huan made a stop gesture.

“There is also a simplified version... Uncle Meng, Brother Huan, hello, just call me Junyan, and have fun working with you!” Chen Junyan extended his hands one by one.

"This name..." Lao Meng scratched his head, "Isn't it that big yellow dog..."

"Uncle Meng, I have a temper too." Chen Junyan said helplessly.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean you were a dog..."

(End of this chapter)