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

Chapter 3 The Essence of Five Elements
Yan Huan lay in the snow and laughed carefreely.

The incarnation of the Five Elements, the dream of wizards all over the world, the elf who has lived through thousands of years, why was he willing to humble himself and follow me?
Lucky, really lucky.

The great wizard Dong Zhongshu, the man of destiny Liu Xiu, the water mirror master Sima Hui, Liu Bowen five hundred years ago... The relics of the ancestors hidden in Jin Jing's mind may not be fully understood even if he studies them until his death.

"It's true that I have a collecting habit. I want the essence of the five elements, I want all the ghosts in the world, I want all the elves in the world, but I also want to become a great witch worthy of you."

"Otherwise, when I die a hundred years from now, when future generations mention the collectors of the Five Elements, they will think of Dong Zhongshu and Mr. Shuijing... and then they will see my name. Damn it! Yan Huan, who is that? I really don't know him! When that happens, where will I put my old face?"

Qingming held her cheeks in her hands and waved them in the air, "You were already dead by then, why do you still care about your face? Besides, if you really had some face, you wouldn't have licked my face for seven or eight days in Changbai Mountain."

"Ahem!" Yan Huan pretended to cough a few times, "Don't break up when things are tough, sister. Don't break up when things are tough. I was just talking about my ambitions, and the good atmosphere was broken in an instant."

Jin Jing Qingming snorted coldly, you have such a bullshit ambition.

"But this is not what I feel most fortunate about. Sister, do you know what I feel most fortunate about in all this time?"

"Ok?"

"There's a beauty in white next to me!"

Jin Jingqingming stood quietly in the wind, but her slender eyebrows were tightly knitted together, "Really?"

With a flick of his finger, a golden spike pierced through the snow-white ground.

Yan Huan jumped back a few steps, using his Qi to protect himself. With a "bang", the golden cone pushed him out directly.

"Holy crap, a golden cone? I got it!"

The essence of gold is called Qingming, which looks like a white rabbit. It is translucent and can transform into a beauty in white.

If it appears in someone's home, wealth will come.

The ancient books never deceive me!

Yan Huan ignored the pain in his abdomen and stepped forward to pick up the golden cone.

"It's good to be poor, it helps you cultivate your character, but you can't live in poverty forever, right?"

Qingming shook his head, "You'd better not have any evil thoughts. You are extremely talented and easily abandoned by heaven, so your parents died early. Don't have any evil thoughts to make a fortune. It's better to give up early."

"If you want to use magic to create something directly, wait until your strength can withstand the backlash. If a person with talent can pray for a perfect blessing, then naturally there will be no such hardship."

Jin Jing Qingming was floating aside with his arms folded, a trace of sadness on his cold and elegant face.

This kid has a good understanding and a very good character, but people with superior talents have a common problem: if they don't make up something to suppress it, they will easily fall into delusions.

"But isn't this what's happening?" Yan Huan's eyes were shining, he had long been blinded by the golden spikes.

Qingming sighed and disappeared, "Pay attention to conceal your Qi, someone is coming."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan turned around and saw that the person who came was a burly man dressed in coarse linen, wearing a felt hat, and his big beard was covered with snowflakes.

"We discovered oil here a while ago, but this is the first time I've seen gold. Master Yan, what a celebration!"

"Uncle Xi, there might be a gold mine here." Yan Huan said with a grin.

He knew the man in front of him, and as the saying goes, reciprocity is the right thing to do. During the three years that he was being watched, Yan Huan had not been idle. Occasionally, he would send a few little ghosts to hang out at the Hu Family Ancestral Hall.

This man is the head of Aunt Hu's family. His name is Hu Sixi and he is from the Hu family. When they set up the temple, they chose "Fu Jia An Kang" and invited the deity who would protect the family.

Yan Huan expected this person to come, but he didn't expect him to come so soon.

Aunt Hu had just left when he arrived.

Fortunately, I managed my time very well and didn't let him see the scene of refining Qi.

It’s just that the naked upper body is hard to explain.

But it doesn’t matter. I have been fighting with Chu Ma Xian’er for long enough. Whether I leave or stay depends on today.

"Gold mine?" Hu Sixi pursed his lips unhappily, and his beard twitched a few times.

This guy is really a liar. I don't know what I like about him.

"Master Yan really loves to joke. I almost believed it."

"Uncle Xi, is there something wrong? If not, I can take the gold and leave. If you have something wrong, you can't take my gold." Yan Huan took a few steps back and hugged the golden cone in his arms.

I have to admit, this thing is quite heavy. It will probably take some effort to take it home later.

Hu Sixi was a straightforward man, with a clean and sharp Northeastern temperament, so he was naturally straightforward when speaking. He got straight to the point and said, "Come with me, my aunt wants to see you."

Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Lords, wants to see me?
This day came a little early.

"You are not destined to be rich, so if you get it, you won't be able to enjoy it."

Qingming’s words are still echoing in my ears.

Yan Huan held the gold in his arms and felt it was a little cold.

Retribution is coming?

"Don't be stunned. I won't make it difficult for you. Let's go. Don't embarrass my family."

Our ancestors have been summoning immortals for generations. If we can't summon a young boy who is inexperienced in the world, wouldn't we be laughed at?

Hu Sixi raised his thumb and pointed behind him, "The car is ready, Subaru, it runs in the snow, neatly!"

Yan Huan hesitated and stood there motionless.

Speaking of Guan Shihua, the original novel has too few words about this generous and unrestrained lovely old lady. Yan Huan only knows that after Feng Zhenghao of Tianxia Group joined the Ten Lords, she went into a state of seclusion and even threatened not to go south again.

Yan Huan could roughly guess what Guan Shihua was thinking. She and Wang Ai from the Wang family were childhood sweethearts, so she naturally knew about the interests involved between the Wang and Feng families.

To Shamanism and even the entire Northeastern Maxian lineage, the "capturing spirits and sending generals" of the Fengwang and Fengwang families is almost a kind of poison technique.

The method of asking the gods to intervene is doomed to be defeated in front of the detained spirits.

A shaman leader who could endure and make concessions in the Ten Lords Council for the sake of the interests of the Northeastern Ma Xian lineage, sent people to keep an eye on him for three years. Why on earth was that?
"Juling sent generals?"

It's impossible. With the golden spirit watching, no one will notice.

"If not, why would such a highly respected elder from the alien world embarrass a junior? This is too degrading."

Yan Huan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Then, an unknown force pushed him from behind.

Yan Huan turned around, "Sister?"

Since my sister has indicated that everything is fine, let's go for a walk.

"Uncle Sixi, please lead the way."

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In the Guan Family Ancestral Hall, candlelight flickered and smoke rose into the air.

Kneeling on the cushion below the altar was a short, plump old lady with slightly curled short white hair and two large gold earrings. Although she was a hundred years old, she looked energetic and radiant.

Guan Shihua closed her eyes and prayed, then bowed reverently to the shrine on the stage.

"My god, please take care of those kids..."

After she finished speaking, she carefully left the ancestral hall and saw Deng Youfu who had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Auntie, the Hu family has invited that boy here."

"I got it. Come with me to have a look." Guan Shihua walked steadily towards the Guan family mansion.

As soon as she left the ancestral hall, she turned her head and looked at her grandson who was standing next to her with a serious expression, "Youfu, do you feel frustrated that you haven't been in the interior for the past few years?"

Deng Youfu pushed the frame of his glasses and said, "I know there are always people better than you, but after a hundred years of shamanism, is it really going to end up with such humiliation?"

"So, the most worrying people in the clan are you youngsters. When I have the chance, I will let you out and let the people outside give you a good beating."

Deng Youfu nodded sullenly and agreed.

An old man and a young man, as soon as they arrived at the Guan family mansion, they saw Yan Huan fighting with a group of Ma Xian disciples.

Yan Huan was fine, as he was shirtless to begin with, and after some pulling, only his hair was messed up. But the disciples tore his clothes off until he was naked.

When Yan Huan saw Guan Shihua, he was stunned, but he immediately knew that his savior had come.

"Hey, auntie, please give me some advice!"

"Your disciples came and snatched my gold, insisting that it was a murder weapon. But can my murder weapon be made of gold? Do you really think that my Yan family is poor and humble in vain?"

Deng Youfu's face was full of black lines. He raised his glasses frame and said, "Auntie, is this the only one you want to hire?"

(End of this chapter)