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

Chapter 376: Mr. Yan is the One Who Follows His Lead
"What is this?" The great fortune teller Li Ziping looked up at the amber gem and felt that even the wind blowing through the forest was blocked.

The surroundings were silent, with only the warlocks' heavy breathing being heard.

Wang Ai raised his hand and waved it, his long sleeves gathering up the two huge, oppressive shadows, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth drew together.

"Good stuff, my most treasured collection, and also the stuff you warlocks dream of."

"There are more things in this world that transcend common sense than the Eight Wonders. I will believe your 60% chance of winning, but if you lie to me..."

"Hehe~" Wang Ai slowly stood up, picked up the crutch that was leaning against the tree trunk, and lifted it gently.

The bloody and evil aura on the top of the crutch was almost visible to the naked eye.

Li Ziping did not reply. He was deceiving Wang Ai. The hexagram clearly showed that he was doomed to fail, just like a moth to a flame.

But it was precisely because of this that the current situation made him deeply confused.

Li Ziping couldn't see what was behind Wang Ai, he just felt that it was an extraordinary spiritual beast.

But even with such a powerful spiritual creature protecting him, he couldn't get the slightest hope of winning. So what kind of existence had he offended?

The old beggar picked up some broken pieces of bowl and put the broken porcelain pieces and copper coins into his sleeves. Opposite him, the sorcerer who had gone deep into the interior woke up again vomiting blood.

That guy was a master borrowed by Wang Ai from Chen Jinkui's sect. The deal with the Shuzi Sect was that the Wang family would reveal Wang Ye's whereabouts.

"Are there any signs?" Wang Ai turned around and asked.

The guy from the Shuzi Sect nodded in embarrassment. Although he still couldn't figure out the "answer" in the inner scene, he did see an illusory picture.

"What did you see?" A black monkey jumped out from the shadows and brought the sorcerer in front of Wang Ai.

"A... a bay of extremely clear... water, surrounded by... emerald green lotus leaves, with two fish, one black and one white... entangled with each other, circling and spinning..." the sorcerer said breathlessly.

"Fish?" Wang Ai frowned and twisted his hands slightly while holding the crutches.

At this time, Li Ziping's arrogant laughter rang out again.

"Yin Yang Fish, the best picture in China!"

"All things carry Yin and embrace Yang, one Yin and one Yang is called Tao. He is a Taoist, and that is the current Taoist leader Zhang Zhiwei! Master Wang, be careful that all the fat in your belly will be beaten out!"

Wang Ai raised his crutch and hit the evil ghosts in the forest, causing them to wail bitterly. Li Ziping felt his mind shaken, as if his soul had been torn apart.

He hugged his head and still smiled stubbornly.

"The Tianshi Mansion doesn't have such means, and Zhang Zhiwei wouldn't do such a bastard thing! You are considered a big shot in the circle, I won't kill you, but I promise that if you say one more word, I will cut off your dishonest tongue."

"Are you anxious?" the old beggar said with a smile.

Wang Ai's fat eyelids, which were squinting, suddenly opened open, and the Yin Qi in his palm extended down along the crutch, and two spotted poisonous snakes opened their mouths and bit towards Li Ziping.

puff!

Two pools of blood splattered, splashing onto the dead leaves left over from last winter.

A man with a round head and round face protected the old beggar. The two poisonous snakes biting his back turned into evil energy and slowly dissipated.

“Grandpa, didn’t you say that our Wang family only crushes those bugs that can’t fight back? With Mr. Li’s prestige, dying here will bring trouble to the Wang family.”

Wang Zhong's face was pale. He turned around slowly, and blood from his back flowed down his white shirt.

"Mr. Li, please calm down. Your grandson is still in our hands!"

"Hmph!" Li Ziping glanced away and kept silent.

Wang Ai glanced at Wang Zhong, whose body was shaking constantly, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"The leader of the Huaxing Sect called and said he had a clue and asked to meet at the Xinruiyuan Restaurant in Nanjin District to talk. He wanted to use this to exchange for his disciples."

"He better actually have a clue."

Wang Ai thought to himself that Nanjin District was the most prosperous area in the area, with many people and it would be difficult to openly confront them.

That little bastard named Ma actually had such an idea. He really underestimated the power of my Wang family outside the circle!
"Got it. I'll leave it to you to arrange."

Wang Zhong nodded and added, "In addition, Lian'er has received invitations from both CAFA and Tsinghua University..."

Wang Ai did not reply, but mentioned the sorcerer whose life was hanging by a thread.

"After all, you are Chen Jinkui's disciple, so don't let him die so easily. Tell me, what does the image of the yin-yang fish represent?"

"Five... five..." The warlock stretched out his right hand and tremblingly pointed at five fingers. "I don't know what it is. I can't open it and I can't understand it."

"Five?"

Yin-Yang fish, five?

Wang Ai murmured to himself and suddenly remembered a sentence.

One Qi divides into Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang transform into the Five Elements.

"It shouldn't be..." Wang Ai, leaning on a cane, slowly left the woods.

Wang Zhong watched his grandfather leave, then glanced at the dying sorcerers around him and shook his head helplessly.

He helped the old beggar up from the ground: "Mr. Li, cherish your life."

"No one values ​​life more than a sorcerer, especially a sorcerer like me who is proficient in divination. I dare to say that because I know I can't die."

"You really are..."

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Wang Zhong, loyal and devoted."

Li Ziping looked at the round-headed, honest-looking man and chuckled.

"Your name is well chosen, but unfortunately your fate is humble and cannot bear the ambition in your heart. What are you planning?"

Wang Zhong cupped his hands and smiled: "No."

"Since you sacrificed your life to protect the old beggar, I'll tell you something. Your son is more blessed than you are."

"That's great." Wang Zhong replied, pulling up the dying sorcerers nearby and began distributing mind-warming pills to them.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

"The Wang family will remember today's events. We will remember this favor."

"And you, come here!"

Wang Zhong pointed at the sorcerer where his daughter was detained, kept him, and then dismissed everyone.

"It's all done. Remember your promise. My daughter must be safe, otherwise I will die with you! If Wang Ai knew what you were planning, I'm afraid you would be skinned alive." The warlock wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"First, tell me the result I want. How did you achieve it?"

The sorcerer whispered, "It's very simple. The 'answer' I seek is completely different from what Wang Ai asked. Because of my intervention, the trajectory of the remaining fourteen people's pursuit of the 'answer' has also shifted."

"The question Wang Ai threatened everyone to ask was who was the murderer who used magic to murder Wang Bing."

"What I want to ask is who can take advantage of this chaos to get rid of Wang Ai."

Wang Zhong nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. Your daughter will be fine. I estimate that in another half a month, the Wang family will also see a change."

In this way, no matter who the murderer is, he can lead the old man to destruction.

"I don't understand. Aren't you also a member of the Wang family? Why are you doing this?"

Wang Zhong sighed deeply: "My old man is old and in an important position. He can't help but worry about the affairs of the circle. He has worked so hard for so long, and it's time for him to enjoy his old age."

"Haha, you are so filial!" The sorcerer sneered. The people in the Wang family are really the same kind of people.

The power struggles within big families are even more dramatic than skits.

Wang Zhong leaned forward and saluted: "Thank you for the compliment. Now that we have come to this point, why don't you explain the strange vision you saw in the inner scene."

"It can't be solved! With this level of sorcerers, even if there are fifteen more, it won't help. But I can tell you that the noble person you are looking for is in the southwest."

Roar?
Wang Zhongrao opened the evil map with great interest and zoomed in on the screen. The local southwest was exactly the area of ​​Jiangxi, Hunan and Guangxi.

Speaking of people in the circle who can take down their own old man, there are only two forces in the southwest.

Longhushan, Zhengyi is unlikely to get involved in such matters.

Qunling Mountain···

"A new 'guy'?"

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In Qunling Mountain, a spring rain came unexpectedly, and everything in the mountain was refreshed. The green leaves were covered with crystal water droplets, which fell in the breeze and reflected the sunlight, just like broken jade.

The mountains were covered with mist, the streams were gurgling, the rain washed away the moss on the rocks, revealing fresh green. The petals were wet with rain and swayed gracefully, and the birds flew out, their crisp chirping echoing through the forest.

After the rain, the spring chill has long gone, the warm sun shines across the valley, and the slight warmth seeps into the heart.

After all, Chai Yan was one of the "two heroes" imprisoned in the mountains by Ding Shimaan. Out of guilt for his best friend, he took the initiative to get involved in the events of Yaoxing Society.

Now Yan Huan is the only one left in the mountain.

He strolled in the fresh and pleasant mountains, quietly waiting for news from the pages of the book.

Walk from the foot of the mountain to the top, and then walk down along the path from the top of the mountain, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Suddenly, the poison barrier guarding the Qunling Mountain began to stir.

The fox ghost Hu Meir went out of the mountain to investigate and came back floating back.

"Sir, we have two guests here. They are both unfamiliar faces to me. One is old and the other is young. The old one is about forty years old, and the young one is about eighteen years old."

"It's been a long time since we saw a guest walking in openly. Please come in." Yan Huan gave the order, and Wang Zhong came to the front of the house alone under the guidance of the fox ghost.

"Only one person?"

Wang Zhong bowed and said, "Mr. Yan, my son has a strange personality. He really likes the scenery in the mountains, so he carried his drawing board and went to sketch."

"Please don't take it as an offense."

After saying that, Wang Zhong placed the gift box in his hand on the table. The box was exquisitely packaged and filled with the finest pastries from Fuxinzhai, which he had sent someone to buy specially at the foot of Changbai Mountain.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wang Zhong. I am a member of the Wang family who has not inherited the 'Shen Tu' and 'Jing Ling Qian Jiang' skills. I have lived a mediocre life, but I have a grandfather who is feared by everyone in the circle."

Yan Huan knocked on the table, green buds sprouted, flowers bloomed, and Lu Teng brought over a glass of fruit wine.

Wang Zhong was stunned by this move, and he caught the trumpet-shaped wine glass in panic.

"So what does Wang Ai's grandson want from me?"

The old one didn't come, but the younger one came first.

Wang Zhong pursed his lips and took a sip of wine to build up his courage.

"Wang Bing, who was hung on a tree and beaten by you before, was turned into a Shar Pei dog by someone, and was later beaten to death by my old man with a cane."

"Because of the pain of losing a relative and the Wang family's reputation, my grandfather has caused a lot of trouble for people in the circle recently."

Yan Huan listened quietly, saying that the troubles Wang Ai had brought to the circle were not just in recent times.

"so what?"

Wang Zhong spoke sincerely, without hiding anything or lying, and directly said what was on his mind.

"I felt that things couldn't go on like this, so I resorted to some trickery and had my grandfather point the finger at you. I'm sorry, sir, I should die to atone for this!"

Yan Huan nonchalantly teased the green vine bouquet and said with a smile, "You are making it sound so ambitious and heroic to use a knife to kill someone. Are you sure I won't kill indiscriminately?"

thump!
Wang Zhong stood up neatly, bent his knees, knelt down and bowed his head.

"If you don't take this damn life, I will become the next head of the Wang family!"

There were images of a black tortoise and a black snake in Yan Huan's eyes, trying to spy on Wang Zhong's inner conspiracy.

But this middle-aged man in a neat suit spoke every word sincerely without hiding a single lie, and he just told all his tricks openly.

It’s really hard to tell whether he is smart or stupid.

Wang Ai's repeated attempts had already made Yan Huan want to confront him. What Wang Zhong was doing now was just going with the flow.

Yan Huan did not respond for a long time, and Wang Zhong, who was kneeling on the ground, began to tremble slightly.

He dug his fingers into the cracks between the tiles, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "This is a great opportunity, I really can't wait any longer!"

"Please don't blame me, sir. From now on, the Wang family will follow your lead!"

In this situation, it is hard for Yan Huan not to think of Feng Zhenghao's kneeling in the original story line.

Even the lines are so similar.

There was silence in the room for a long time. Wang Zhong breathed heavily and his voice began to tremble.

The silent atmosphere almost overwhelmed him.

"If you don't believe me, sir, I am willing to ask Master Yu Hong to set up a great prohibition spell for both of you. If you break the oath, I will punish you with the punishment of heaven and earth!"

"Hmm?" Yan Huan stared at the kneeling man silently.

Wang Zhong really thought further than his grandfather.

If in the original story line, Wang Ai had thought about the oath sworn by the Lafeng father and son, then there would be no chance for the Tianxia Group to turn the tables.

"Get up and talk." Yan Huan said.

"Don't dare."

"I heard that you have been showing off your face in the company for the past six months. Do you intend to fight for power?"

"Exactly!"

"The power established by Wang Ai is deeply rooted. How can you, who has been unknown all this time, get rid of them?"

What Yan Huan asked was exactly the biggest dilemma Wang Zhong was facing.

The struggle for family head has always been like this. Letting the old man step down is only the first step. The remaining bloody power struggle is the real hell.

"I... I have the confidence that I can wear them down in the future."

Yan Huan opened the exquisitely packaged gift box and took a look at the pastries inside. There were quite a few snacks that Sister Qingming liked.

"not enough."

"Ah?" Wang Zhong was stunned when he heard the sizzling sound of the packaging bags colliding. "Then should I ask someone to buy some more?"

"What I mean is that if there won't be enough in the future, then grind it off now." Yan Huan carefully selected a few boxes of snacks and with a flick of his finger, the gift boxes were submerged in the golden light.

The rest were taken away by the little tentacles and Lan Cailin's little hands.

"Please... please give me some advice, Mr. Yan!"

Yan Huan thought about it for a while and felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was not very good at planning and strategizing.

You can't just start a Wushuang and shoot all the older generations of the Wang family, because then the whole circle will be in chaos.

"Hmm?" Yan Huan seemed to have thought of something, "Can your son summon spirits and send generals?"

"I only know the basics, but I haven't learned anything deep. My father and I are both mediocre, so we are not favored by the old man. My son Wang Lian is not as talented as Wang Bing."

"Just a little is enough." Yan Huan glanced out the window and saw a large piece of white paper spread out in a clean place. A figure was holding a paintbrush, quietly painting something.

Out of curiosity, Yan Huan walked out.

Wang Lian knelt on the ground with a long scroll spread out in front of him. Between thick ink and light colors, the Qunling Mountains came to life on the paper.

The mountains are stacked, the clouds are lingering, the pines and cypresses are tall and straight, the branches are delicate, the mountain streams are clear and transparent, and the spiritual energy seems to overflow from the painting.

What really attracted Yan Huan to the painting were the many elves living in the mountains.

A white fox sits with its tail tip wafting in the air, a weasel lies in the crevices of the rocks, looking alive, a giant tiger lurks by the stream, looking awe-inspiring, and even more bizarre are the various ghosts lurking in the depths of the forest, their bodies twisted and grotesque, yet vaguely in harmony with the mountains.

"Hu——" Under Wang Lian's control, the tip of the brush moved across the paper, and he used Qi as a dye to enlighten the living beings.

With every stroke of the brush, the elves in the painting came to life, leaped a few steps in the air, and then returned to the painting.

Noticing the person coming, Wang Lian slightly opened his tired eyes.

"Is it Brother Yan Huan?"

"Your mountain is so beautiful, it makes people intoxicated."

After looking at Yan Huan carefully, Wang Lian nodded repeatedly.

"You too."

"Ah... that's not what I meant... to me, beauty is a feeling."

(End of this chapter)