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

Chapter 108 Taiyin and White Tiger

"Let go, I am the essence of the five elements." Bifang said angrily, looking at the statue of Kong Ming for a long time, "In short, this guy doesn't listen to advice, always stealing things from God, and finally he has one foot in the gate of hell, and even I can't pull him back."

"If he could just listen to what I said... In short, it's his fault!"

"Damn it! He even burned me with fire! His descendants should be severely tortured!"

Yan Huan sat back on the cushion and raised his index finger to leave a place for the blue bird to land.

In order to cure Zhuge Wuhou's accumulated illnesses, he went straight to the sky and prayed to God for six days. This courage is commendable.

"Don't look at me like that." Bifang said. Yan Huan's eyes, which were full of appreciation and care, looked very weird and made it very uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's go."

Yan Huan carried Zhuge Qing and walked out of the ancestral hall. As they walked towards the steps, a short man hurriedly came over from the opposite side.

This man's name is Zhuge Bai, and he is Zhuge Qing's younger brother.

Except for his big eyes, his clothes and hair color are no different from his brother's.

However, it is said that Zhuge Qing also had a pair of big, kazilian eyes when he was young, but as he grew older, their eyes became narrower and narrower, and slowly became like fox eyes. So even though Zhuge Bai has bright eyes, white teeth, and is silly and cute now, it is estimated that when he grows up, he will most likely be carved in the same mold as Zhuge Qing.

"I rely on!"

When Zhuge Bai saw Yan Huan carrying his brother, he took several steps back.

One of them couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

The sobbing sound became farther and farther away, but the crying became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud wailing.

"Dad!"

"My brother was beaten to death!"

Don't talk nonsense, kid!

Before Yan Huan could call out to Zhuge Bai, the little guy ran away without a trace.

But this is also good for Yan Huan. By following the scent of Bai, he can easily find the Wuhou Sect. Then Zhuge Qing will not lose his mind in front of his father and a group of seniors.

The elf is added to Hu Bailing.

It was easy to find the direction of Zhuge Village, where houses were scattered all over, by following the smell in the streets.

Using an illusion spell, Yan Huan jumped over several winding walls and leaped to the bluestone street in front of the Zhuge family's gate.

The gray and white building in front of us can be called a mottled ancient monument. A ray of sunlight penetrates the century-old eaves into the hall and falls on the quaint and elegant square table.

At this moment, the table was full of people, including Zhuge Qing's father Zhuge Gong, Jianghu Inn's Xie Fang, Zhuge Guan and other three bodyguards, as well as two Wu Nuos wearing a red bull's pointed horn mask and a bronze ghost mask.

Zhuge Gong half leaned against the window sill, answering Xie Fang nonchalantly.

People outside are full of curiosity about the Wuhou Sect, and countless people covet its legacy of magic. It is difficult for Zhuge Gong to maintain a good impression of these intelligence personnel who claim to be "collecting materials".

It was already polite of him not to get up and walk out.

As for the two Wu Nuos, they were distinguished guests invited by Wu Hou to discuss matters concerning family inheritance.

"That's all speculation by outsiders about our Wuhou Sect. The actual practice is not that mysterious." Zhuge Gong laughed and perfunctorily replied to Xie Fang opposite him, "Bajiquan is known to all practitioners."

"Basic training methods, such as the top-down hammering and iron ruler hitting the ribs, are well known to people in the industry."

Xie Fang frowned and wrote something in the notebook with a pen.

At this time, Zhuge Bai rushed in crying.

"Dad! My brother was beaten to death by a sissy-looking guy!"

As he said this, he threw himself into Zhuge Gong's arms.

Beaten to death?
Zhuge Guan and Xie Fang, who were out of state, and the two Wu Nu were obviously stunned for a moment. But Xie Fang immediately calmed down and drafted a title on the notebook.

Shocked! The Wuhou School's rare genius was beaten to death, and the murderer turned out to be...

"No, no, no, that's impossible." Zhuge Meng waved his hand hastily to stop him. "Then Master wouldn't kill me. Otherwise, how could I come back alive?"

"But I really saw it. My brother was beaten badly. He was carried on his body like a rag sack!" Zhuge Bai said it seriously with an exaggerated facial expression.

Upon hearing this, Xie Fang immediately crossed out the title on the notebook and changed it to:

The Wuhou School was kicked out, and the new generation of leaders were beaten to disability...
"The next article will be about the decadence after the fall of a genius. The next article should be about his rise..." Xie Fang rested the tip of his pen on his chin, thinking deeply.

Zhuge Gong lifted up his son from his arms and handed him a tissue, and Zhuge Bai blew his nose clean.

"I heard from your aunt earlier that Qing was competing with someone, and he disappeared during the fight. Where did you see him?"

"The ancestral hall of our ancestors." Zhuge Bai said frankly.

"Oh, our old... our ancestral hall! Did we lose or win the fight?"

"Beaten into a rag sack! Wahhhhhhhh!"

"Is he a peer or an older rival?"

"Same...same generation!"

Zhuge Gong buried his head in deep thought.

It is a good thing for young people to suffer a little loss at the hands of outsiders when fighting with their peers, which is conducive to their mental growth.

But why was he beaten in front of his ancestors?
Zhuge Gong raised his head and looked across awkwardly.

"Cut this part off."

"Roar~" Xie Fang suppressed a wicked smile, "Mr. Zhuge, you don't want people in your circle to know that your son was beaten into a rag sack in the ancestral temple, right?"

"Yes..." Zhuge Gong took a sip of tea, "but it's not a family scandal... and my Wuhou sect is used to being secluded from the world, so we don't care about the reputation in the circle."

"Okay then." Xie Fang was a little discouraged.

"But I can consider telling you a little more about what we talked about before." Zhuge Gong frowned. There was nothing wrong with Qing Shu, but he had to get beaten in the ancestral hall.

"Oh, actually, I won't ask too many questions. Just let me participate and observe the whole process of what you are going to do." Xie Fang put her hands together and placed them on the side of her face, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Zhuge Gong looked at the two Wu Nuos.

"We have no problem. At least for us, there is no such thing as family inheritance." said the Red Bull Horned Mask.

"Okay then. I'll have to work hard later. If this is successful, the Wuhou faction will definitely give you a great gift."

Wu Nuo, who was wearing a bronze ghost mask, raised his hand to stop the fight. "This is considered a cooperation, and we both get what we need. But let me say this in advance. There are some things hidden in your Wuhou Temple, but you descendants can't see them. Do you regard these things as inheritance?"

"This..." Zhuge Gong looked embarrassed, "Just speak frankly if you two have anything to say."

"Eight Deceitful Gods, Taiyin." said the Red Bull Pointed Mask.

"Eight Deceitful Gods, White Tiger." said the bronze ghost mask.

call--

Zhuge Gong let out a long sigh. According to the ancient books in his family, the Prime Minister Zhuge Liang of the Han Dynasty did own two spiritual objects, Taiyin and Baihu. But with the death of his ancestor in Wuzhangyuan, no one knew where the two spiritual objects were.

Maybe it was just a groundless accusation.

Compared to this spiritual object whose authenticity is unknown, the legacy of Wu Hou - True Fire Samadhi, is much more important.

"I don't know where the two spiritual objects are. If you have the ability to collect them, I'll give them to you two."

(End of this chapter)