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

Chapter 17 Raising an elf? Raising a baby!

Yan Huan had a great time during his one-day stay in Changbai Mountain. He tried all the dishes he had wanted to try before, such as iron pot stew, large rice noodles, and sweet and sour pork.

Indulge yourself as much as you want, and when you've had enough fun, calm down and restrain yourself.

After saying goodbye to old man Wang Xing, Yan Huan followed Deng Youcai on his journey back home. The matter of Changbai Mountain was resolved smoothly and securely. He did not take a detour to go through Guan's compound again, but asked Deng Youcai to send him directly back to Nanyu Village.

This trip not only solved the worries of Ma Xianer's family, but also collected a lot of spiritual and lovely elves. Yan Huan could be said to have gained a lot. He was very happy and saw that the narrow and short bungalow had become spacious.

"Alas, it's still more comfortable to sleep on the kang at home!"

After rolling on the kang for a while, Yan Huan sat up cross-legged and relaxed his mind.

It is said that if one does not make progress on the path of cultivation, one will regress. This regression is not due to the unfamiliarity of skills, but the decline of one's mind and character.

Yan Huan is not like those people with extraordinary comprehension who can practice Qi anytime and anywhere. When he plays, he just plays to his heart's content. That kind of indulgence has nothing to do with cultivation. Once he stops playing after having fun, it feels like he has to face six consecutive long shifts after a long May Day holiday.

In general, I feel tired.

He must adjust himself immediately and return to the state of refining Qi, regulating his breathing, and cultivating his life and nurturing his nature.

After going out, Yan Huan found a large and bright open space outside the village and devoted himself to tempering his life.

Now the Ma Xian family won't keep an eye on him anymore. Compared to his previous nervous state, he can circulate Qi more smoothly and his practice is twice as effective with half the effort.

He sat cross-legged in meditation, and a few little foxes and weasels also followed him to practice Qi cultivation.

These immortals who choose to become famous throughout the world are destined to make connections with the world and enjoy the incense of thousands of families in the future, but the climate is not good enough for them at this time, so they can only rely on this ancient method of animal Qi refining.

"How about I sell the golden cone and set up an altar for you at home?"

"When the time comes, I will be the only one who can rely on my faith. Don't start a fight."

Hu Bailing rubbed the back of Yan Huan's hand affectionately. There was a puff of yellow smoke floating in the air, but it was still unclear what shape it took.

"Come down here."

Yan Huan said to the frightened little weasel.

I don’t know if it’s because they beat up their elders, but these little guys from the Huang family don’t feel very natural getting along with Yan Huan, and there’s a feeling that they’re guarding and suppressing them.

The little weasel jumped down, coiled around Yan Huan's arm and climbed onto his shoulder. Its smooth, shiny fur slid like a peeled egg.

"Your grandfather said that you are good at spells and exorcising evil spirits. Tell me, how do you exorcise evil spirits?"

The little yellow weasel blinked its black pearl-like eyes and moved its long, pointed mouth. "It means to bring misfortune to those who are cursed, and to make those who are possessed by evil spirits lose their minds."

"Bad luck, are you confused?"

"Hmm~" The little weasel let out a low cry and began to tell Yan Huan what the big yellow fox had told him.

When Yan Huan heard this, he was truly shocked by this cunning and sinister gifted magical power.

The Huang family's curses and spells to exorcise evil spirits cannot be cast actively. Their power comes from the resentment generated when the Huang family is offended.

The greater the resentment, the more terrible the consequences; the less resentment, the smaller the price.

After listening to the little fellow's statement for a while, Yan Huan even felt that this innate magical power had a bit of the flavor of causality.

As long as resentment accumulates, bad luck will surely befall you. The lighter consequences include eating instant noodles without seasoning; bones and thorns from fish and chicken getting stuck in teeth; a guaranteed minimum win in card-drawing games; diarrhea during physical examinations, and other such trivial matters.

To talk about serious cases, it is not limited to being hit by a car when going out, or being hit by a billboard. The records on your cell phone will be looked through after your death...these are low-probability events.

"Okay!" Yan Huan patted the little yellow weasel's head, "If anyone messes with me in the future, I'll give them a lesson."

"Is this okay? My friends in the mountains say I'm too vicious and they don't like me." The little weasel lowered his head.

Ok?
Yan Huan was stunned.

Could it be that this little guy has been neglected and bullied? "You, do you know why humans call your abilities innate? Innate is something that God has given you out of love and mercy. There are big and small mistakes in this world, but there is no mistake that is called 'wrong from birth'."

"What about my pettiness?" the little weasel continued to ask.

"Then hold back! Everything has to be done in moderation. If you want to make friends, you have to be sincere. Be open-minded. And as I said just now, whoever provokes me will attack me. Even if I can't beat him, I will find a way to bite him and make him feel pain for ten days or eight days."

"Of course, there is a premise for these things, that is, the fault is not yours. You can't punish others even though you are wrong. That would make you a scoundrel!"

Yan Huan slapped his thigh and said.

I'm clearly raising an elf, but why does it feel like raising a child?

It’s like when a kid is bullied outside and the elders teach him what to do.

"Yeah." The little weasel nodded.

"Okay, sit down and practice Qi together. You still have a long way to go. You can't just leave Changbai Mountain and stop there."

"Can you give me a name for when I get down the mountain?"

Yan Huan thought about it, and when he thought of the concerns in the little thing's heart, he had the answer.

"Zhengyang, from now on you will be called Huang Zhengyang."

Whoosh!

The younger generations of the Huang family who were hiding in the fog jumped out one after another, and the little foxes beside them could no longer sit still.

"We want it too!"

"We want it too!"

···
"Ah." Yan Huan looked troubled and began to be unable to withstand the group of furry balls around him.

Naming is a brain-consuming thing.
"I'll owe it to you first, I'll owe it to you first..."

Behind Yan Huan, golden light flashed, and a beautiful woman in white clothes appeared quietly.

"Is this okay?" Jin Jingqingming asked calmly.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Huan knew Sister Qingming's concerns, but he never treated the elves as pets in the first place, and he never thought of abandoning them. What's wrong with giving them a name? Giving them a name would deepen the relationship, isn't that good?

"Sister, who gave you the name 'Qingming'?"

"Although it is recorded in ancient books, the author was not a sorcerer. Who was the person who first met you?"

Yan Huan raised his head and looked back, only to see Jin Jingqingming looking dull and wooden, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Yan Huan had seen countless subtle expressions flash across this cold and charming face, but at this moment, he saw Jin Jing's appearance for the first time.

"Who knows." Qingming, who had recovered, chuckled.

"Sister." Yan Huan touched the furry balls gathered around him and said solemnly, "I don't know what the end of this technique is, the source of the Qi body, and whether this three-level reverse life can really not reach the sky, I also don't know."

"But if there really is a way to reach the sky in the world, I will accompany you."

Jin Jing Qingming was stunned for a moment, then he raised his sleeve to cover his mouth, and then he had a look of contempt and disdain again.

"You are just a small fry, yet you are so arrogant. You can't even hold on with just a hundred elves, and you still want to reach the sky?"

"Sister, my emotions are all ready..."

"Yes, there really is a way to get to the sky in this world." Qingming interrupted Yan Huan's words.

(End of this chapter)