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

Chapter 233: The Poisonous Miasma in Qunling Mountain, the King of Seeking Spirits

"Are the test questions arranged this time about witchcraft and the five elements?" Yan Huan pondered. If there is a chance, perhaps he can tell Ding Shimaan that all things in this world are not that scary.

At least in most cases, everything is gentle and lovely.

Yan Huan continued to walk forward, and Tianjin Wei San Xiao Taoyuan followed him playfully.

Next to the hut in the mountains, Yan Huan looked up and saw three large characters written in gold lacquer - Witch King Hall. In front of the door was a small stone tablet with explanatory text engraved on it.

“It’s quite complete.”

Just looking at the words, they are majestic and free and easy enough.

"Of course not. I wrote this word." Zhang Cai patted his chest. "I once wanted to learn comics and calligraphy, but unfortunately the Danqing Sect has all fallen into decline. There is no good place to learn it."

Liu Fang and Guan Ling grabbed his arms and said, "How can we three brothers be together?"

"That's true!" Zhang Cai said with a simple smile.

"That's right, this is fate~ As the saying goes, friends walk together for a lifetime, those days are no longer there, one sentence~ a lifetime~ a lifetime of love and a glass of wine~"

As they talked, the three of them started singing with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"I say, can you three leave now?" Yan Huan said helplessly, turning around.

"Brother! Don't be so ruthless. After all, the three of us are honorary consultants of the Tianxia Group's Qunling Mountain project team. We will have to take care of this matter for you in the end."

As he spoke, Feng Xingtong, dressed as a contractor, came over.

He took off his helmet, held it in front of him, and said in surprise, "Brother Huan, you're back?"

"Xingtong, you guys are making such a big fuss. I have the land use approval documents in my hands, but you can still build it on your own. Does Tianxia Group have such great power?"

Feng Xingtong touched the back of his head awkwardly. From what Yan Huan implied, he thought that he was complaining about Tianxia Group acting on its own. He immediately argued, "But isn't this what Brother Huan meant?"

After saying that, Tianjin Weisan Xiao Taoyuan immediately looked up at the sky guiltily and whistled.

"Don't give me that. Who are you, Feng Xingtong? You are the young master of the Tianxia Society. Can you be fooled by such a scoundrel's scheme?" Yan Huan said.

Feng Xingtong pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Huan. People always fail to watch their progress. Besides, we are all family, so it's only natural for me to do you a small favor."

"This place is far from residential areas, and the facilities are lacking. We have to repair something, even if it's for cultivation. But we have better conditions now, so we don't have to endure hardships."

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the roaring mechanical sound stopped instantly. The driver sitting on the excavator hurriedly moved the operating lever and steering wheel, but the machine did not respond at all.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The excavator shook, and the master was so frightened that he jumped down in panic.

"Boss Feng, there's an earthquake. It seems like there's an earthquake. It's so scary!"

Feng Xingtong waved her hand, and the driver immediately stopped.

"Brother Huan, what are you doing?"

"Xingtong, if you really treat me as one of your own, then don't bring the evil spirits of the group with you. Forcing things on others is just charity from a high position. Do you really want me to owe you a favor?"

"Do you think that you can tie me to the Tianxiahui because of some insignificant things?"

"Sincerity must be exchanged with sincerity. Your father has taught you a lot, but some of the techniques are not as useful as your sincere nature."

The loess surged, cracks appeared in the ground, and swallowed up the stone tablet in front of the mountain hut. The plaque of "Temple of the Witch King" fell to the ground with a loud bang and merged into the mud that was rolling like ocean waves.

The square mud pit dug by the excavator was filled and healed unknowingly, and the entire Qunling Mountain returned to its original state, as if the previous turmoil had never occurred.

People at the foot of the mountain gradually dispersed, and silence washed over the forest. Between Yan Huan, Feng Xingtong and Tianjin Wei's three small peach gardens, only a long silence remained.

Zhang Cai, who was good at observing people's expressions, hurriedly shouted to the master, "No, no, the project is cancelled! Drive down the mountain!"

The driver climbed back to the excavator in a panic and tried to swing the machine, and the vehicle finally started moving again.

He drove the excavator and rushed out, driving on the rugged mountain road.

"Then brother, the three of us have to retreat first..."

The three of them nodded and bowed, then they ran hurriedly along the path in and out of the mountain pass.

When you see that the situation is not good, run away. This is also a survival wisdom.

Feng Xingtong lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, and he said, "Xingtong was inconsiderate and disturbed Brother Huan's meditation."

"Okay, go back now. Focus more on the development of the group and don't waste your time on me. I'm just a small witch, with little luck and a short life. I can't be of great use."

Yan Huan patted Feng Xingtong's shoulder and continued walking into the mountain holding the stone jar.

Regardless of the afterlife, the parents still had to be buried first. The rules of burials require that one bury the body on a mountain top instead of on the top of a mountain. The top of a mountain is the beginning of the qi and veins. If the qi and veins are distributed in all directions, it will be bad for future generations. Yan Huan walked to the middle of the mountain and cleared a piece of open space.

With a thought, a square pit appeared at the bottom of the mountain. Two vines carried the stone jar down and placed it steadily at the bottom. Yellow earth fell down with a "clatter" and filled the pit.

The pit is capped with a marble dome, and on top is a semicircular tombstone made of bluestone, with dragon patterns carved on the left and right. The middle stone tablet has the words "Tomb of Father Feng Yunyi and Mother Yan Xuan" engraved on it.

Yan Huan glanced towards the mountain. There was no sign of life and everyone had gone down the mountain.

"Mom and Dad, you didn't like to join in the fun when you were alive, so you should have some peace and quiet after you die."

Yan Huan raised his hand and waved, and the dangerous peaks of Qunling Mountain were suddenly shrouded in a thick voodoo miasma.

The path leading into the mountain was covered with jagged pointed leaves and umbels, and on the ground, datura flowers and three-lobed ragweed grew wildly. The entire outer periphery of the mountain was surrounded by dense poisonous weeds, and the scene became extremely dangerous.

Beyond the poisonous miasma are thorny bushes and trees to prevent ordinary people from accidentally entering this place.

Yan Huan then pinched the golden light and wrote an imperial edict, which was conveyed to all the animals in the mountains, clearly indicating the forbidden areas.

Everything is ready, so except for those masters who are proficient in the use of poison and those with profound cultivation, almost no one can set foot on the Qunling Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Feng Xingtong stared with wide eyes at the strange changes in the mountain, shocked.

San Xiao Taoyuan stood aside and yelled at him, "Feng family kid, quickly withdraw this project, it's completely ruined now!"

Liu Fang's face was solemn. He pointed at the spreading poisonous weeds and said in a trembling voice, "What is the cultivation level of this mountain master?"

"These are deadly things. They are extremely poisonous. If you get a little bit of the juice on your skin, it will immediately become red, swollen and ulcerated."

In this way, Feng Xingtong also understood what Yan Huan meant, and began to think with a frown.

"Sincerity must be exchanged with sincerity. If I want to make a deep friendship with Brother Huan, do I have to start with the elves..."

Feng Xingtong murmured, but was heard by Liu Fang who was waiting on the side.

Liu Fang raised his head and asked, "Could there be a chance for things to turn around?"

"If you want to say it's an elf, then I do have something in my hand, something that ordinary wizards can't even ask for."

Feng Xingtong was stunned, "I remember you are not a sorcerer."

"What's wrong with not being a witch? Do you know what our ancestors did? Our ancestor is Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty!" Liu Fang gave a thumbs up and pointed behind him, "Do you really think our Little Peach Garden is called that for nothing?"

"It's just an elf. There are many records of it in the treasures passed down in my family."

"Oh?"

As the four of them were talking, a strange voice came from behind them, "I wonder what kind of elf it is, and whether it can compare to the one behind me?"

Feng Xingtong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beam of light from a car headlight shining down on the winding country path. Against the light, he could barely recognize the person coming.

"Isn't this Brother Wang from the Wang family? How come you have time to come to Qunling Mountain?"

Feng Xingtong greeted Wang Bing with a smile, but the next second, he was suddenly startled and felt a bone-chilling chill sweeping through his whole body.

There is a big guy behind Wang Bing!

"I didn't expect you were also a sorcerer, Brother Wang?"

"The Wang family's Shen Tu is well-known in the circle. I didn't expect that they also have spiritual methods. It really opened Xingtong's eyes. And the guy behind you is simply amazing! Where did you invite this guy from?" Feng Xingtong asked happily with shining eyes.

"uncle?"

"But is a mere beast worthy of being called master? The only master here is me!" Wang Bing looked at Feng Xingtong and snorted coldly.

exactly!
It’s this expression, this expression of envy, it’s just so perfect!

All the good things in this world should belong to me alone.

"Hehe..." Feng Xingtong smiled awkwardly, "Brother Wang, you are late. The owner of the mountain probably doesn't want the mountain to be open to the public. Brother Wang, please go back."

"Hmph." Wang Bing narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the Qunling Mountain.

There is no place in this world that the king wants to go but cannot go to.

"You evil creature, you have no vision, go and clear a path for me!"

Swish!
At a command, the huge black snake behind Wang Bing, which had grown into a half-dragon, suddenly rolled forward, crushing the poisonous grass with its stiff scales, and opened up an extremely wide and smooth path.

"That's it, isn't it? Let me come and see these spirits of the sacred mountain, let me experience the elegance of this witch king." Wang Bing resolutely stepped into the mountain.

(End of this chapter)