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

Chapter 245: You have also become a prince?
Yan Huan withdrew his gaze from the mist, and at this time Wang Ye made a new suggestion.

"Master, Lao Yan's problem is actually easy to handle. The area behind this mountain is so large that there are only a few places that cannot be visited."

"Besides, the thing that Lao Yan found is alive. We just need to find a way to lure it out."

Taoist Yunlong thought for a moment and felt that what he said made sense.

He looked at the evil disciple with a grin on his face, then grabbed Wang Ye's Taoist robe and dragged him over.

"Since he is your good friend, you should be the one to show him around and entertain him, but you, this evil creature, always cause me a lot of trouble."

"If I really put you two in there, don't do anything weird again!"

Wang Ye leaned back and made an "OK" gesture, "Master, you can rest assured about this. When it comes to major matters, I am not vague at all."

"Humph." Taoist Yunlong snorted coldly, "I'll go ask Master for instructions."

After saying that, he said goodbye to Yan Huan and walked into the hall.

After searching around the Taihe Palace and taking a look inside the house in the backyard, Taoist Yunlong did not see any trace of Zhou Meng, the leader of the Wudang Sect.

"I'm confused."

When he returned to the palace, Wang Ye had already taken Yan Huan to the back mountain.

Yunlong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and roared towards the downhill road, "You evil disciple!"

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The wind was cold and the mountain trails were covered with snow. The snow was like a soft velvet carpet, and it made a slight "crunching" sound when you stepped on it.

The surrounding trees were bent by the snow, and a thick layer of white frost formed on the branches, like crystal jade ornaments inlaid on the trees. When the wind blew, the branches covered with snow and frost would sway gently.

"With a precious disciple like you, Taoist Yunlong will have to live a few years less?" Yan Huan said helplessly.

Wang smiled disapprovingly and said, "Everything is in the process of practice. My master still has this kind of tolerance."

"Besides, the Grand Master came to the back mountain early this morning. If he wants to ask for instructions, he has to go into the mountain to ask for instructions. Anyway, we are not breaking the rules."

Wang Ye was in the mountain, but his sight passed through the branches and looked at the mountains looming in the mist on the opposite side. The mist flowed quietly in the cold wind, sometimes gathering into thick clouds, and sometimes dispersing into a light veil.

He sighed, "Although we in the Wudang sect regard this place as a forbidden area, that is only for the disciples in the mountains."

"Once something is exposed, there is no need to hide it anymore."

Yan Huan smiled bitterly. No matter how emotional Wang Ye was now, in the end, the one who pierced through this layer of paper was himself who had entered the Dragon and Tiger Game.

Since the advent of "Fenghou Qimen", Wudang Mountain has become less peaceful than ever before, with guests arriving one after another every night.

At that time, Wudang leader Zhou Meng's decision was magnanimous. As long as these people did not hurt anyone or cause damage, they could do whatever they wanted.

The Fenghoutu in the cave is a harmful thing.

At that time, Zhou Sheng, who was one of the thirty-six thieves, wanted to take it back, but the three old masters in Wudang Mountain threatened to die, so he finally stayed in the cave.

As Yan Huan was thinking, a flame suddenly shot out across the mountainside, drawing a hot track in the air. The fire quickly spread to the surroundings, melting the snow on the branches into water droplets that dripped down.

The pine trees were roasted black and gave off a burnt smell. The firelight cast twisted shadows of the branches. The entire mountainside looked extremely gorgeous and heart-pounding under the illumination of the flames.

Yan Huan stopped and stared, and heard a hysterical roar in his ears: "Xiantian plays the Zhoutian... The changes of Zhoutian... turn me into a king..."

"Make me a king!"

The sound obviously came from a cave somewhere.

Wang Ye's expression suddenly froze, obviously he had not expected such a scene to happen in the cave at this time.

He showed a trace of shame on his face, and said hurriedly: "It's bad, Master, I don't think I can hold it this time."

Wang Ye quickly grabbed Yan Huan and turned his head around, trying to cover up the fire in the cave, "Okay, okay, the cave is on fire, there's nothing to see!"

"Look here first, look at the snow-covered mountains, this beautiful mountain and river!"

boom!
With a loud bang, the mountain seemed to be shaken slightly, rock fragments fell off the mountain wall, and dust flew.

From the depths of the cave came another deafening cry:

"Kun character, Tuheche!" Wow! Wow!
With a hollow look in his eyes and pupils moving up and down, Master Lu roared, jumped high from the stone platform, landed on one foot, and stepped on the Qimen Bureau.

Countless stone pillars rushed out from his side, then broke into sharp spikes and attacked Zhou Meng.

"Brother Lu, it's me! Zhou Meng!" The Wudang Sect Leader shouted loudly, using Tai Chi Yin Hand to block the flying debris of earth and rocks.

"Xiao Meng?" Master Lu stood there like a puppet and said coldly, "Is that so?"

"Even Xiao Meng appeared in this world?"

Zhou Meng helplessly spread his hands, "This is not an illusion, I am really Xiao Meng, Brother Lu, you have returned to reality a long time ago, this is not your inner world."

"Shut up!" Master Lu shouted.

"You! And you! You all want to deceive me! Hehehehe...you can't deceive me!"

"I have mastered all the changes in this world, and I am the king! Monsters, watch me reveal your true forms one by one!"

boom!
Master Lu gathered all his strength and the Qimen layout under his feet expanded half a meter in radius. When he wanted to extend it further, the layout did not move at all.

“Why can’t it be expanded?”

"This world should be in my hands, and my formation should cover the universe!"

Outside the cave, Wang Ye listened to the helpless rage that seemed to be venting his anger, and felt worried.

"It's bad, it's bad, it's a big deal."

"Old Yan, please stand here and don't move. I'm going to go buy... Bah! I'm going to take a look inside! This is a forbidden place in Wudang, don't mess around, I'm watching you!"

After saying that, Wang Ye stepped on the ground and jumped towards the source of the fire.

Yan Huan stared at the cold mountain, feeling confused.

The five elements magic in the Qimen Bureau is indeed magical, but with the possessed Master Lu in the cave, it is probably difficult for him to perform magic that can shake the entire mountain.

The mountain range trembled, obviously involving some more profound power.

"Sorry for the offense." Yan Huan bowed in the direction of the cave to apologize, then stood up and jumped, turning into a cicada with thin wings, and slowly flew into the cave.

At this moment, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the black fog that had dissipated before gathered together again, revealing a pair of dark blue round eyes, staring coldly at Yan Huan.

Yan Huan's heart tightened, and he looked up, only to see a white-necked tit swooping down quickly, as if intending to peck at his little cicada.

Swish!
Yan Huan transformed the cicada into a ferocious eagle without hesitation and tore at the tit with its sharp claws.

The eagle's sharp beak pecked the tit's white feathers fiercely and threw it away. The tit instantly fell into the mountain with a dull sound.

Roar!
The next second, the roar of a tiger echoed in the mountains and forests, and a huge beast with a hanging forehead jumped over from a distance and slapped the eagle with its paw.

As the water splashed, the surroundings quickly fell into silence.

The tiger's body turned into diffuse black mist.

"Interesting, interesting." A deep voice sounded in the mist, "You have also mastered the rhythm of the operation of all things in this world. Have you also become a prince?"

The ancients believed that you could see the shadow of a pole immediately. At noon on the summer solstice, there is no shadow, which is the extreme yang. At noon on the winter solstice, the shadow is the longest, which is the extreme yin.

Based on this, the twenty-four sections of Yin and Yang, the four directions and the Eight Trigrams were determined, and finally divided into seventy-two periods. These seventy-two became what the sorcerers called the number of the Zhoutian.

The continuously rotating seventy-two solar terms are the rhythm by which heaven and earth operate all things on earth. Within the body, by using the innate qi to command the power of the seventy-two solar terms between heaven and earth, it can be transformed into all things born from heaven and nurtured by earth.

Once all seventy-two princes submit, I can be made the Prince King.

The snow that melted on the ground gathered together again and condensed into the figure of Yan Huan. He looked at the black fog in the sky and shook his head slightly.

"It's not quite the same, Senior."

"What you warlocks do is too complicated, but I only need to change the basic structure of my body."

(End of this chapter)