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

Chapter 210: Revisiting the old place, Yan Huan returns to Changbai Mountain
"Ha..." Zhang Chulan laughed bitterly, feeling waves of pain in his arms.

Don't be fooled by this fragile looking girl, she is really strong.

"Your brother made his debut?"

Yan Yue straightened her messy long hair, got up from the ground, and patted the thin snow and mud on her trousers, "Wrong, it's about recognizing relatives."

Things that happened in a family of extraordinary people are rarely told to outsiders, let alone ordinary people. Yan Yue was at a loss for words, and couldn't express her joy, so she had to lift Li Ziyuan up high and spin her around.

"It's strange, at least I'm glad that my junior is okay." Zhang Chulan stood up. He had been working hard all day long and walking on thin ice since he was a child, and he seldom asked about other people's affairs.

"Then I'll continue to be busy. When your brother becomes famous one day, remember to reserve an autograph for me in advance!" Zhang Chulan said with a smile and turned to walk towards the library.

"Senior Chu Lan always has a playful face when we meet, but he is a nice person." Li Ziyuan patted Yan Yue's arm and motioned her to put it down.

Yan Yue calmed her mind, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and looked not far away. She always felt that the figure from behind seemed a little lonely.

"Are you familiar with that senior, Shion?"

"We're not that familiar with each other. We've met a few times and he's helped me." Shan Mawei thought about it and decided that they could be defined as "friends."

"Hmm~" Yan Yue crossed her arms and thought, "He is an unpredictable person! He has a kind of lonely feeling that is out of tune with the world, as if he wants to shut out everything he comes into contact with, and uses a smile to cover up the fear and anxiety hidden in his heart..."

"That's about it."

"Eh?" Li Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, "Xiao Yue, are you changing your character?"

"You shouldn't be the kind of person who is stupid and obsessed with chasing stars. You spend your living expenses on a bunch of useless celebrity peripherals and endorsement products, and then when you run out of money you're too embarrassed to ask your family for money, and you can only bite the bullet and come to my place to get a meal card and eat takeout..."

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Well···

Yan Yue was speechless for a moment. She made a lotus finger shape with both hands and turned the phone screen sideways. "Clear water is like a mirror. It is called 'Mr. Water Mirror'. You said my brother is so good at judging people, so naturally, I, as his sister, should know a little bit."

"How was my performance just now? Did I behave like a hidden master?"

"Hey - there's no such thing as a master." Li Ziyuan stretched out the words and helplessly gave a dead look, "Besides, aren't you guys from the show?"

"Cousins ​​are also brother and sister!" Yan Yue corrected seriously.

"Tsk!" Li Ziyuan was shocked, her eyes fixed on the photo of Yan Huan displayed on the phone screen.

It is hard to associate this delicate and gentle face with the witch king whose body was hung in the forest and exposed for seven days.

"But your brother is indeed quite amazing. He was almost unknown a year ago, but in just a few months, almost everyone in the younger generation knows him. It feels like he has emerged out of nowhere."

However, what surprised Li Ziyuan the most was that although Yan Huan became famous in the alien circle, he rarely showed up in various places, and almost all the stories about him were rumors on the alien network.

Li Ziyuan originally thought that Yan Huan was detached from the world and devoted himself to seeking truth, but she never expected that her first message in the alien network would be so explosive.

The one killed was Quan Xing, which may not be a big deal in the eyes of some famous and upright people, but the key point is that the act of "hanging the corpse in the woods" is very revealing.

Moreover, although Quan Xing is a group of lustful lunatics, there are interests involved and personal connections within the sect. Once they become popular, they will inevitably be chased and bitten by this group of "dog-skin plasters" that stick to them and cannot be shaken off.

"Are you worried about my brother?" Yan Yue smiled playfully after listening to Li Ziyuan's analysis, "I treat you as my best friend, do you want to be my sister-in-law?"

"Don't give me that!" Li Ziyuan blushed and knocked Yan Yue on the head with her fist. "I'm just worried about you, idiot!"

"What if you are targeted? I heard from my mother that Quan Xing is a group of lunatics who are willing to sacrifice their lives for fun!" Li Ziyuan said angrily.

Yan Yue shook her head. "Preserve your true nature and not let material things burden your body? Ziyuan, you think too highly of them. No one is harmed in the slightest. It is because they indulge in lust and selfishness to the extreme that they value their lives more than anything else."

"There are very few people who are willing to give up their lives just for fun."

"Besides, I have the disciple of the great Gu master from Qinghe Village in the Miao village by my side. What do I have to be afraid of?" Yan Yue puffed out his chest and said proudly.

Li Ziyuan was not overwhelmed by the praise. She just stared at her best friend's plump breasts, and then looked at her own flat chest with sorrow.

At this moment, a small spider covered with fur crawled out from the collar.

Yan Yue gently stroked the spider's little head, "And of course you, Victoria."

"Okay, you have a big heart... and a big chest!" Li Ziyuan gritted her teeth and said, "I can't beat you, so be careful in everything."

"It's okay~" Yan Yue said with a smile. When she thought about the fact that the winter vacation was only a few days away, her heart became agitated again. If it weren't for the credits, she really wanted to skip the exams and courses.

She tiptoed and jumped a little on the muddy snow.

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Northeast, Nanyu Village.

Yan Huan stood in front of the small house where she had lived for more than ten years and took a deep breath of the cold north wind.

The surrounding mountains are covered in silver, so clean that they don't seem like the secular world. The mountains are particularly silent under the thick snow, all white from top to bottom. The whole world is decorated in a white painting.

It was inevitable that Yan Huan's mood would be wandering when he revisited the old place. He was distracted for a moment in front of the cottage, then he started walking towards the path outside the woods.

After a few steps, he saw the ancestral hall dedicated to the two immortals Hu and Huang. For almost a year, the ancestral hall had been well maintained by Hu Sixi's family. Although it was freezing cold and snowing, there were still wisps of incense rising from inside. The warm light shone through the hall and was reflected on the snow, which was cozy and pleasant.

In front of the ancestral hall, a little girl about ten years old was busy sweeping the snow.

She was dressed warmly, and her bright red cotton-padded jacket was very eye-catching in the snow. Her little face was red from the cold, and she was holding a small broom in her hand, sweeping the snow carefully.

Although it was a tough job, she seemed to enjoy it.

The little girl moved skillfully and nimbly, and in a short while she had cleared a clean and bright path on the snow.

Yan Huan stood in the distance, watching all this silently.

"It's so cold, I'm not afraid that the children will get frozen."

Yan Huan recalled that when he first met Aunt Hu, the woman had used Xiao Yan'er to torment him.

After waiting for a while, Hu Yan seemed to notice the person coming, so she placed the broom upright in front of her and waved, "Uncle, come and pay your respects. The immortals here are very powerful!"

Well···

uncle···
Now that he's older, calling him uncle doesn't bother him anymore, but Yan Huan still feels weird every time he hears it.

"How effective is it?" Yan Huan shouted.

"The kind of spirit that makes all wishes come true!" Hu Yan responded loudly and trotted over to meet him.

She ran out of the swept path in small steps and stepped into the thick white snow again. Her steps gradually slowed down until she stopped. Then her legs trembled and she ran hurriedly.

Wow!

Hu Yan excitedly threw away the broom in her hand, "Uncle Huan!"

With a sprint, she rushed into Yan Huan's arms.

"Did you recognize her?" Yan Huan picked up Hu Yan and used Qi to keep out the cold and isolate the cold wind.

Hu Yan sniffed and smiled, "It's only been less than a year, how could I not recognize him? Uncle Huan is even more handsome than before!"

"Have you eaten honey? Your mouth is so sweet."

"Hey, no! I'm telling the truth! Uncle Huan didn't tell my parents that he was coming back. Does Grandma know?"

"Not yet, let's wait until we're done. Xiao Yan'er, please don't expose your uncle yet, okay?"

"Okay! Then I'll show Uncle Huan around this ancestral hall!"

Hu Yan jumped down from Yan Huan's arms and ran forward happily to lead the way.

Yan Huan approached, and the door of the ancestral hall creaked slightly in the cold wind. The interior of the ancestral hall was almost the same as before, with simple and solemn furnishings, a wooden shrine in the center, and hundreds of tablets of various sizes enshrined.

There was a lit incense burner on the altar, and the smoke was curling around the entire ancestral hall. The offerings included cakes, fruits and several portions of roasted meat.

As it got closer to the tablet and the smell of incense, the fox spirit weasel instantly became excited and kept running and jumping in the ancestral hall.

In recent years, Bai Ling and Zheng Yang have rarely received incense and worship, thanks to the offerings in the ancestral hall and the endless stream of pilgrims coming to pray.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yan'er." Yan Huan touched the girl's little head.

Hu Yan shook her head and smiled, "It's not hard. Now my classmates all call me fairy or witch!"

"So amazing! Then uncle has brought a gift for you, little fairy." Yan Huan pinched a touch of clear and elegant spiritual light with his fingers, and three small and mini green feather pendants appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Hu Yan didn't know how to refine Qi. In her eyes, the clear feather appeared as if by magic.

Then, Yan Huan tied Qingyu to the red rope on Xiao Yaner's wrist. In an instant, her nasal congestion was cleared and a warmth spread all over her body.

"It's so beautiful!" Hu Yan raised her arms, very fond of it.

"If you feel uncomfortable next time, just use the feather to brush your forehead." Yan Huan warned, and then looked at the elves who were chewing meat and eating fruits.

Now that we're at the doorstep, it's time to let these little guys go home.

After bidding farewell to Hu Yan, Yan Huan concealed his figure with the fox charm, spread his green wings, and flew straight to Changbai Mountain.

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On the top of Changbai Mountain, at the top of Baiyun Peak, the snow covers the sky and condenses into an endless silver coat.

At the top of the mountain, three foxes transformed into beauties in white fur coats, hidden in the ice and snow.

One of them is graceful and elegant, leaning against a wintersweet tree. She raises her slender hand gently, and snowflakes fall on her long hair. An ancient mountain song is sung, the clear and melodious sound interweaves with the wind and snow, transforming into the spiritual charm of ice and snow.

The valley echoed, snowflakes danced poetically in the air, and bits of silver light floated lightly with the singing.

There was also a fox sitting on the snow, playing a piece of guzheng with both hands, the sound of the instrument was low and melodious.

The last fox closed his eyes and meditated, as if immersed in a winter night dream.

Next to the three foxes was a large yellow fox that had taken human form. It was smoking a pipe and sitting leisurely on the snow, gazing at the thousand-year-old snow. The mist from its mouth turned into thin shreds of tobacco in the cold wind and drifted away with the wind.

The yellow-skinned man blinked his eyes, looking relaxed, "Sometimes I think that it's not bad to walk away from the days of scheming against you guys."

"If you really think so, you should have followed the footsteps of the elders in your clan and stepped onto the main road long ago." The beautiful woman who was resting with her eyes closed suddenly spoke.

"It has been about five years since the last time the wizard brought up the imperial pen. Have you wasted your time talking during these five years?"

"You can fool others, but don't fool yourself."

"Humph!" The big yellow-skinned man exhaled a puff of smoke and snorted coldly, "You didn't deceive yourselves, so why didn't you succeed?"

"They are all the same, all the same kind, no one should criticize anyone else!"

Rumble!
While the big yellow fox was arguing with the beauties in the snow, the sky in the distance suddenly became turbulent, the clouds were torn apart, and thunder flashed in the sky.

The radiance of thunder and lightning cut through the sky, outlining patterns like ancient talismans, and the decree of heaven and earth was quietly proclaimed.

The yellow fox was stunned, feeling a little uneasy.

Since the incident five years ago, he has become particularly sensitive to this kind of astronomical phenomenon.

“Lifting the Imperial Pen” again?
Directive spells against elves!
The big yellow fox quickly calmed down. It knew that this magic had been passed down from generation to generation, but it was not clear whether another powerful wizard had arrived or whether "that person" had returned.

His dark eyeballs moved back and forth, and a hint of confusion appeared on his narrow, pointed face. At the same time, a faint worry grew in the big yellow-skinned man's heart like icicles in the snow, and he seemed to feel that the cold wind brought an extra sense of heaviness.

The expressions of the three foxes in the snow became serious, their narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and they stared closely at the thunder rune in the air.

Suddenly, the three of them let out a fox howl in unison, the sound was as loud as a torrent, echoing over the snowy plain.

The yellow-skinned man frowned and said sarcastically, "What's wrong? Why are you yelling at this time?"

A snow fox responded coldly: "Fool, look up and see what is written on the decree?"

The yellow-skinned man looked up upon hearing the voice and stared closely at the talisman written by thunder.

The meaning is roughly as follows:
Today is a good day for friends and family to gather together;

Avoid getting angry and causing trouble today.

"Get ready, a distinguished guest is coming, and the younger ones are coming back too." The three foxes said in unison. The white ice and snow melted, and the mountain tops were filled with the colors of early spring.

Even though it was an illusion created by the fox clan, welcoming guests with spring was a sign of sincerity.

The three foxes waited respectfully, but after a long time, no one was seen in the sky or at the foot of the mountain.

"what happened?"

"Third sister, go and take a look, is there anything wrong?" Big Fox ordered.

But before the fox girl could move, a silver beam suddenly flashed across the sky, its speed was as fast as the sunlight.

puff!

An arrow hit the fox right in the chest, and blood dyed its white fur red and soaked the new green buds on the mountain.

"Miss!"

The two foxes shouted anxiously, but the big fox just trembled in his heart and touched the wound. The blood turned into plum blossoms and floated away one by one.

"You two have lived for hundreds of years, how come you can't tell that this is an illusion of our fox clan?"

"The younger generations have made great progress in their practice, and they came here to show off." The fox beauty smiled with satisfaction. At that moment, she almost recalled the fear she had when she was being chased as a child.

"Ah? Ah!?" Before the big yellow-skinned man could react, a younger generation of his family suddenly greeted him with raised hands.

"Young Master, do I look like a human to you?"

"Ah?" The big yellow-skinned man holding a pipe was stunned for a moment, then he started to curse, "You look like a fool to me! Are you using your own gods on me, your great master?"

"Grandpa gives you this blessing, do you dare to accept it?"

But as soon as it uttered the curse, it immediately realized something was wrong.

A ray of malice above his head actually floated away slowly not far away.

"Come back here!" The yellow-skinned man grabbed the black air and said, "You are five hundred years too early to plot against me!"

At this time, the little yellow weasel who was holding his hands spoke again, "Young Master, do you know why you can't succeed? Giving up your physical body is just a shortcut, but it will never lead to the main path."

"Look at what I am doing?"

Zhengyang clapped his hands and stroked his shiny and smooth hair. "Young Master, please repeat after me, this is called Riou Rou, the body of lost grace - the flesh! The body and spirit are one, the nature and life are both complete, this is the complete form of life, and the immortals who cultivate on this basis are true immortals."

"Fuck you!" The big yellow-skinned man became furious when he heard that. This time his skills were really broken. The hostility slipped away from his hand like a loach and fell into Zhengyang's hands.

The next second, it felt its spirit body being shaken.

"Okay, even your talking skills have improved. I didn't follow the wrong person." The big yellow-skinned man took a deep puff of cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

(End of this chapter)