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

Chapter 383 We hope that the "Eight Wonders" will disappear

Yan Huan briefly spoke to Zhuge Qing and then returned to Qunling Mountain.

Next, we have to deal with the murder that started at an unknown time and place. We have to find a secluded place to avoid implicating others.

After returning to the mountain, Yan Huan continued to practice as usual while taking care of the mountain scenery.

Half a month has passed in a flash, and Qingming Festival in April has arrived.

After a soul-breaking rain, the spring breeze blew across the mountains, the sky became clear and the air was bright, and the mountain road was bathed in sunshine.

Yan Huan carried a basket of offerings and walked slowly towards the cemetery on the mountainside. The weeds in front of the tombstone had been cleared away, and dead leaves left over from last autumn were scattered around.

Yan Huan stood in front of the stele. He did not use any magic. He took a broom and swept away the dead leaves. After everything was tidied up, he leaned over and put down the offerings.

There were two plates of Northeastern specialty snacks, a pot of homemade sake, and two bunches of freshly picked wild chrysanthemums.

The incense was lit, and wisps of green smoke rose up, turning into a misty line in the air and dissipating with the wind.

Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the ground, poured a glass of wine in front of him, and then drank another glass for himself.

"I thought this mountain was my home, but I haven't been home many times in the past year. I've neglected my parents."

"My parents have spent their entire lives studying magic and searching for spirits. Apart from this snack hidden in my childhood memories, I probably don't have anything else to give them. I will just show you the spiritual objects I have obtained in the past year."

Whoosh!

The soul-calling flag was raised, the Qi was released, and all the spiritual creatures around Yan Huan entered the mountain.

The essence of the five elements, the eight deceitful gods, the spirits and ghosts...

Except for the timid "Taiyin" whose imprint in the soul refused to come out, the remaining spiritual creatures fell all over the hillside.

"Collecting the essence of the five elements before was considered to be the fulfillment of the old couple's last wish. Now seeing so many new friends, their spirits in heaven should be comforted."

After saying a few words, Yan Huan filled the glass with sake again.

After the sacrifice, he turned to the spirits behind him and said, "Although there is space in the spirit flag for you to nourish your souls and bodies, the effect is not as good as this natural nourishment."

"While I am still in the mountains, you can enjoy this little world to your heart's content."

After solving the big problem of Wang Ai, what made Yan Huan most happy was that even after the Wang family, which was known for "capturing spirits and sending generals", was eliminated, some spiritual objects no longer had to be hidden.

Swish!
A gloomy wind blew up from the mountainside, dissipating in all directions, landing on mountain streams, springs, cliffs and caves.

There was a commotion at the poisonous weed barrier at the foot of the mountain; a visitor came to visit.

Yan Huan waved his hand and cleared the path, and Ma Qiyuan, the head of the Huaxing Sect, came with a group of disciples to express his gratitude.

As soon as they entered the mountain, the disciples of the Huaxing Sect were stunned by the scene they saw.

From the outside, Qunling Mountain looks like an inconspicuous hill, but once you enter the mountain, it seems like a completely different world.

The mist has not yet dissipated, it is as ethereal as a gauze, the green bamboos stand tall and straight into a forest, the green pines are scattered in an orderly manner, the stream meanders down from the mountain stream, it is clear and you can see the bottom, the sound of water is like the sound of jade pendants hitting each other.

The mountains are full of flowers, including lavender rhododendrons and golden wild chrysanthemums, dotted all over the hillside. Deeper in the mountains, there are ancient trees with intertwined roots and strong trunks like coiled dragons, revealing the accumulation of time.

"Master...Master, have we really entered the mountains?" asked the disciple carrying the gift box in surprise.

"This place is so beautiful!"

Ma Qiyuan swallowed his saliva and rubbed his eyes. He saw the mountain shrouded in mist. A group of egrets flew over the top of the mountain, leaving behind a series of clear calls and flew away with the wind.

"Yes... our ancestors said that humans are nurtured by the heaven and earth and give back to the heaven and earth. Perhaps Mr. Yan's cultivation has reached that level..."

The practice of the Huaxing Sect is closely related to all things, and the abnormalities in the Qunling Mountain could not escape the eyes of the old sect leader.

If I am not mistaken, this piece of landscape is filled with spiritual energy, and every blade of grass and every tree is imbued with the spiritual charm of heaven and earth.

"Wow!" one of the disciples exclaimed.

"We are refining Qi, while Mr. Yan is cultivating immortality here!"

"To influence the situation in a region, one must have achieved the Golden Core Stage in a novel, right?"

Ma Qiyuan stopped the disciples' discussion behind him and shouted, "Let's go, stop talking!"

They walked a few more steps and passed by the big tree in front of the yard. They saw a cultivated land with fresh soil that exuded a moist fragrance.

In the middle of the field, a big and majestic tiger was digging the soil with its head down. Its sharp claws scratched the ground, and mud splashed everywhere.

Lu Shanjun's face was full of reluctance. His ears twitched from time to time, and his tail swung like a whip. He felt extremely aggrieved.

"The tiger's speed is even slower than that of an old ox." A clear and sharp voice came from behind.

The fox ghost was riding leisurely on the big tiger, holding a branch in his hand and commanding it like a cattle.

"How could I, the great Lord Lu Shan, be used to plow the fields?" Da Hu suddenly stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and spoke in a low voice like thunder.

The fox ghost held its tail and sneered, with a cunning look in his eyes: "After all, Shanjun has some karma on his body, and he is still working, which means that the young master has not given up on you, which is a good thing."

The big tiger Lu Shanjun slammed the ground with his tail, raising a cloud of dust.

"Work···"

"Only oxen and horses work!"

The old gatekeeper's heart trembled when he saw this, and he bowed and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Yan at home?"

When the fox ghost saw the person coming, he slowly got off the tiger's back and walked forward in a dignified and elegant manner.

"My humble abode is simple. I will be waiting for you in the pavilion halfway up the mountain."

"Master Ma, and fellow Taoists, please come this way!" The fox ghost Hu Meir pointed to the mountain trail.

Ma Qiyuan looked up and could see a spacious mountain plain along the mountain road, but the problem was that there was no pavilion nearby.

When they were puzzled, they looked again and saw an ancient stone pavilion on the mountainside, with red pillars and green tiles faintly visible among the lush shadows of the trees.

Gulu!

Several people swallowed their saliva at the same time.

Going up the mountain, Ma Qiyuan saw Yan Huan preparing tea in the stone pavilion. He took the bags from his disciples and walked over.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for helping Huaxingmen out!"

"Thank you, Mr. Yan!" The disciples following behind the sect leader were all the people who were kidnapped by Wang Ai. They all followed their master to express their gratitude.

Yan Huan raised his hand to indicate the stone bench in front of the table, "Master Ma, please take a seat. Everyone, please take a seat as well."

Ma Qiyuan sat down, looking a little stiff and unnatural.

The Wang family has been in chaos for nearly half a month. Wang Ai's whereabouts are unknown. Even the sorcerer hired by the Wang family cannot figure out his whereabouts. People in the circle are mostly secretive about the changes in the Wang family, but they all know it in their hearts.

Ma Qiyuan knew exactly who Wang Ai had offended and whose eyebrows had been raised, and naturally he felt a little more awe in his heart.

"Mr. Yan, this is a small gift. Please accept it."

What the Huaxing Sect brought were not the vulgar yellow and white things, but some seasonal fruits, some local specialties, and an ancient book in a formal package.

Obviously, the ancient book was placed in a prominent position in the center.

“We are a small sect and don’t have anything great to show off. We can only give you the inheritance within our sect.” Ma Qiyuan held up the ancient book respectfully.

Yan Huan glanced at the exquisitely framed small book box and said with a smile, "It's so easy to give away such a precious thing. It seems that Master Ma has made up his mind, right?"

Ma Qiyuan replied: "It is a legacy that cannot be obtained through cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has been lost. If it can be revived in the hands of Mr. Yan, it will be a great blessing for the Huaxing Sect."

"At least the methods of the sect's founder have indeed been preserved."

The aging Ma Qiyuan looked ashamed, as this return was indeed a little selfish.

He said frankly: "My sect has been passed down until now, and it is almost in decline. I am afraid that in a few years, even the name of Huaxing Sect will disappear."

"Even if this method is carried forward by you, sir, I will not be ashamed of the ancestors in my sect who are in the netherworld." His words were full of helplessness and loneliness.

Yan Huan sighed softly, with a relieved smile on the corner of her lips.

In his opinion, the inheritance of many sects is no less than the "Eight Wonderful Skills", and the process of cultivation involves many things like fighting against the heavens and fighting against one's life. It is not easy to pass it down for thousands of years and illuminate a region.

Most people in the world pursue fame and fortune, but small sects that are swept away by the general trend still stubbornly guard their own heritage. This obsession is precious, and Yan Huan doesn't dislike it.

The mountain wind gradually rose, and the leaves rustled. Yan Huan stood up and took the ancient book, saying: "If one day this set of skills can be mastered by me and become brilliant again, I will definitely return it to the Huaxing Sect."

"This..." Ma Qiyuan's pupils trembled slightly, and a crystal-like luster appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Yan has been so kind to me, and I will never forget it. I have no way to repay you. From Huaxing Sect, we are willing to serve you at your service."

Swish!
All the disciples stood up and bowed.

"Master Ma, you are too polite. Let's just consider it as making friends." Yan Huan lifted Ma Qiyuan's arm and motioned him to stand up.

"Okay... let's just think of it as making friends." Ma Qiyuan pursed his dry and cracked lips and slowly stood up.

Yan Huan opened the ancient book and began to read it.

All the disciples of the Huaxing Sect held their breath and stared at the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, not daring to breathe.

Wow!
The mountain wind suddenly stopped, and the only sound left in the pavilion was the slight sound of turning pages.

As soon as he started reading, Yan Huan seemed to be obsessed and ignored all the changes around him.

Ma Qiyuan waited quietly on the side, sweat constantly dripping from his temples.

From eight in the morning to twelve at noon, a full four hours had passed before Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully.

"No wonder it was lost. The sophistication of this technique is definitely not inferior to the 'Eight Wonderful Techniques'."

"Ah?" Ma Qiyuan's hands trembled, he was flattered, and the disciples who stayed around him couldn't suppress their excitement.

With a secret method to guard the gate, recovery is just around the corner.

I just don’t know how much Mr. Yan can get from the book.

Yan Huan closed the letter and returned it to Ma Qiyuan.

"Master Ma, please tell me about your understanding of the lost techniques of the sect."

“Oh oh oh…” Ma Qiyuan responded repeatedly, “According to what my master said, it is to use Qi to transform the body, so as to improve the ability to adapt to the environment, so that people can survive in some harsh situations.”

Yan Huan smiled when he heard this. As expected, after entering the modern times, the Huaxing Sect’s understanding of inheritance began to be distorted.

"Then Mamon-sama, do you know Mugen-sang?"

Ma Qiyuan was stunned. Speaking of Wu Gensheng, it was a name that no one was willing to mention.

Wu Gensheng, who claimed that he was "born with spiritual roots" and "had no beginning in the past and no end in the future", was the recognized leader of Quanxing in the previous generation, the chief of the Thirty-Six Thieves, and also the source of the Jiashen Rebellion.

He is recognized as the number one troublemaker in the world of extraordinary people.

"know."

"Then the sect leader probably also knows about his 'divine spirit'?" Yan Huan continued to ask.

"I heard from the elders in the sect that it is an incredible natural skill."

The divine spirit can sort out the Qi, and sort out the Qi that has been arranged into various strange shapes by others into its original form, destroy all technologies that rely on the Qi, and restore them to their original state.

In other words, in front of the "divine spirit", the methods of aliens will not work.

Yan Huan nodded: "Master Ma, there is no need to underestimate yourself. The inheritance left by your sect's founder is somewhat similar to the 'Spirit of Gods' and is also very brilliant."

"You should not only use Qi to transform your body, but also transform the Qi itself. It is not to influence the Qi of others, but to adapt to the Qi of others."

"Adapt?" Ma Qiyuan began to have a slight migraine.

It seems that the train of thought only needs one final tap to be completely unlocked.

Whoosh!

A bright red flame burned in Yan Huan's palm, and the fire flickered violently.

"What will you feel if you try to touch this flame, Mamon-sama?"

Ma Qiyuan stretched out his hand tentatively, and the answer was obvious: he would feel heat and burning pain.

"This is the way that Huode Sect uses Qi Fire. Because it is a profound technique, the form of Qi transformed is ever-changing. We need to sort it out..."

Before he finished speaking, the flame in Yan Huan's palm dimmed, and the bright red flame turned into milky white. The Qi fire now was closer to Qi itself.

Ma Qiyuan reached out and touched it, and there was still a slight burning sensation, but the heat was obviously not as strong as before.

Under Yan Huan's guidance, he began to use his own Qi to follow the flow of the Qi fire.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ma Qiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the burning sensation had completely disappeared.

Whoosh!

Yan Huan burned the fire in his palm even more vigorously, and the flame turned red, which made the old gatekeeper stretch out his hand.

"Similarly, the Tang Sect's Qi poison is the same. Before the poison takes effect completely, you can adapt to the changes in the opponent's Qi, and then you can be immune to all poisons."

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is... For so long, we have been squandering natural resources..." Ma Qiyuan's hands were shaking.

"I...Alas!" He waved his hands and wiped away his tears, unable to tell whether he was feeling sad or happy.

Yan Huan continued, "Although the techniques are wonderful, they require hard work. There are many strange ways to use Qi in the world, and it is not easy to improve the efficiency of Qi in adapting to changes."

Take Qi poison for example. Before the poison takes effect and before the person has adapted to it, he will meet the King of Hell first.

"Alright, Mamon-chan. I won't keep you guys company for dinner because I don't cook in the mountains. The poison barrier at the foot of the mountain has been opened, so please go back."

Ma Qiyuan, with trembling legs, slowly walked down the mountain with the help of his disciples.

As he walked, he muttered strange things like "natural nature", "immortal state of mind", and "grand picture", and from time to time he looked back to the mountainside to express his gratitude.

Yan Huan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the pavilion, watching the few people go away.

In the distance the sky was bright and the sea of ​​clouds was rolling.

At this moment, a cell phone rang and Yan Huan fumbled in his pocket.

The caller is Zhao Fangxu.

The company never came forward to coordinate on the Wang family's matter from beginning to end.

The Wang family had no official background, so it was not easy for them to cause trouble in the company, or ask Zhao Fangxu to take charge. When Yan Huan received a call from President Zhao at this time, he really couldn't guess the reason.

The first thing Zhao Fangxu said made Yan Huan feel a little surprised.

Just yesterday, all the stubborn old members of the Wang family disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, and an unknown member of the Wang family took over all matters within the clan.

The four major families are still the four major families, but the eleven "laos" have become the "ten laos".

"It's only been about half a month, how could Sima Yi be so efficient?" Yan Huan thought.

He then replied with a few words: "Congratulations to Mr. Zhao. Now that the troublemaker has been gone for a long time, the industry will be more peaceful again."

Zhao Fangxu on the other side was annoyed and helpless, and said, "Don't try to be so mean. Do you know what the first thing Wang Zhong, the new employee, said to me when we met?"

"He said that the Wang family does not fight for the position of 'Lao', but always firmly defends your entire position as 'Lao'."

"There are also small sects waiting to see the outcome of the Huaxing Sect, and their centripetal force has all shifted to your side... Do you want to catch up with Zhang Zhiwei, the leader of the Taoist sect, in everything?"

Whether it is strength or status in the circle.

With the support of the Wang family and the strength of a number of small sects, the combined power of the two is no small feat.

Even the former Ru Hu did not have the ability to organize forces so quickly.

Yan Huan shrugged and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, that's what I meant. I didn't mean to do so, but I can't help being loved by everyone."

call--

A long sigh came from the phone.

"That's fine. With you holding it in check, I feel more at ease with this situation than before."

"You said before that you wanted to retain the right to use the successor of the Eight Wonders, and I agreed to that. But now the company's board of directors has come up with new results. Let me tell you about the company's attitude..."

"We want the 'Eight Wonders' to disappear."

(End of this chapter)