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

Chapter 336: Wang Ye is in the "Central Palace", Lv Ci and Wang Ai visit the Wuhou faction

"After all, magic is meant to facilitate human existence. Otherwise, if you look at those novels about cultivating immortals, you will find that even after tens of thousands of years of development, there is still no technological tree. If everyone has the ability to blow air, who would consider making electric fans?" Wang said disapprovingly.

He got out of bed lazily, opened the door, and waved lazily to the outside.

Yan Huan walked in, and Ruhua followed behind him to the tea cabinet to prepare tea.

"It's not like you to get involved in such trouble, Lao Wang." Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and ice crystals hung all over the beams, and the temperature in the house dropped.

"Hey, who wants to care about these things! My current situation is not much better than Tang Seng's. There are many demons and monsters watching me outside!"

According to Wang Ye, after the "Fenghou Qimen" was exposed, many more strangers followed him. These guys coveted the "Eight Wonders" and even hired people to attack Wang Weiguo, a public figure. Some of his relatives and neighbors also got into a lot of trouble.

With the help of Zhang Chulan, Chen Jinkui, the number one figure in the Shuzi Sect, has calmed down a bit, but people still keep coming to him.

For Wang Ye, hiding in Biyou Village was relatively peaceful, because all the people with ill intentions who followed him were stopped outside the village by Ma Xianhong and his genkai.

"Now is the only time I have time to take a nap, but what Village Chief Ma is going to do is too dangerous."

"And Wang Ai from the Ten Lords is too shameless. He hasn't even solved the problem of his great-grandson, and he's still thinking about the 'Eight Wonders'!" Wang Ye spread his hands and continued, "Oh, there's one more thing."

Yan Huan raised his head with interest.

Wang Ye picked up the teacup and put it to his mouth: "Wang Ai of the Ten Lords used force to get Luoyang's great fortune teller Li Ziping to come out and tell Wang Bing's fortune. Guess what?"

"I did predict a little bit, but it is said that the master of divination is still ill in bed! When it comes to divination, Master Zi Ping is also a master in the circle. There are not many people in the world who can make him suffer backlash..."

"Hehehe..." Wang also made a dead look with ill intent and looked towards Yan Huan opposite him.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't kill him. That's the Wang family, one of the four great families, who would dare to offend them?" Yan Huan looked back with the same dead look.

"Yes, yes, Master Yan, you are absolutely right..." After a few perfunctory words, Wang Ye leaned his arms on the long bench and watched the tea leaves in the teacup rise and fall.

As a sorcerer like the Great Master of Divination, he knew some things very well.

The aroma of tea filled the air, and the rising hot air and the cold air hanging from the beams collided with each other.

"Speaking of which, Zhuge Qing has had a hard time too. I heard that Wang Ai and Lu Ci went to Zhuge Bagua Village in Zhejiang..." Wang Ye said intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh?" Yan Huan almost guessed it. He estimated that what happened around "Zhuge Qing" was the clue that the great fortune teller Li Ziping had calculated.

It is understandable that after unraveling the information obtained through divination, the Wu Hou Sect is finally suspected. After all, everything that has been done in this world will always leave traces.

"You don't seem to be worried. I always thought you had a deep connection with the Wuhou Sect." Wang Ye asked curiously.

Yan Huan shrugged and said indifferently: "After all, it is a great sorcerer sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. No matter how reckless the Lu and Wang families are, they have to consider the consequences..."

Besides, even in the late Eastern Han Dynasty when many heroes emerged, Zhuge Kongming was a leader among all the heroes and geniuses. As long as he had insight into some of the rules of the time and understood the means and calculations, ten Lu Ci and Wang Ai combined would not be able to defeat him.

Wang Ye nodded and changed the subject: "What about you? What are you doing here? This place is secluded and not very prosperous. Animals have even fewer chances to obtain Qi. There probably aren't any spirits here, right?"

"You are a warlock, and you are studying the knowledge of sorcerers?"

"Learning never ends...but you are being unreasonable. Some talents cannot be made up for by acquired efforts..." Wang Ye shook his head.

"Just lucky." Yan Huan replied, and then added, "I came here to find someone. As for the purpose, you know it without me saying it."

"That's great, the goal is so clear." Wang Ye held his chin and shook his head with some envy.

For so long, he has been trying to see clearly "what he is", but there is still no clear answer.

"Alas!" Wang Ye sighed and stretched his arms lazily.

On second thought, except for those arrogant people, anyone who can draw conclusions for himself at the age of 26 can be called a "saint."

Most people in the world live their lives in a muddle, coping with the endless trivialities of life without even a chance to calm down and examine their inner selves.

Compared to ordinary people, I am lucky.

"Why do you look so melancholy and yet relieved?" Yan said with a smile.

"Practice, practice!"

"So how's your practice of 'Fenghou Qimen' going?" Yan Huan asked after taking a sip of tea.

This sentence touched Wang Ye's sore spot.

At that time, Luo Tian Dajiao received guidance from his great-grandmaster uncle Zhou Sheng, and then he looked for a place in his body where he could locate the central palace.

But the human body is constantly changing and it is impossible to find a place of peace and tranquility.

"It's difficult!" Wang also stretched out his hand, and there were some dark red scars on the withered back of his hand. "I planned to find a quiet spot in my body, but found that no place was suitable. After trying too many times, the world after the closure no longer affects my body according to common sense..."

Yan Huan waved her hand casually, and the dark spots on the back of Wang Ye's hand disappeared, and even his dry and yellow skin regained a little whiteness.

This?
Wang Ye widened his eyes and rubbed his skin. The stinging and itching caused by the scar disappeared.

"Old Yan, your method is too unreasonable, isn't it?"

"Old Wang, your Ma Zhe is not in good condition, right?" Yan Huan asked.

"That's ridiculous... After all, I can get into Tsinghua University."

"Movement and stillness are dialectically unified. There is no such thing as complete stillness. How can you find a completely stable still point? Your starting point is wrong."

"Uh——" Wang Ye was stunned.

“Stillness is a special state of motion, a balance of material existence...Marxist philosophy, movement and stillness, balance, change... The emergence of new things and the demise of old things...”

"I think I understand a little bit." Wang Ye murmured to himself.

He dipped some tea, drew a wavy line on the table, and added a horizontal line in the middle. The tea composition looked like an electrocardiogram.

This body is in a state of transformation all the time, and there is no place that is completely stable. However, since it is in a state of transformation, there must be a rhythm, and a moment of transformation from movement to stillness. The moment when the old force is about to die and the new force is about to be born is the most stable place.

Snapped!
Wang Ye pointed his finger at the intersection of the wavy line and the horizontal line.

The place in the body where the rhythm is most obvious is the most suitable place to set the center palace!
Thump, thump!
heart!

Wang Ye stood up suddenly and put his hands on Yan Huan's shoulders.

"Old Yan, Old Yan, I finally understand why the geniuses from all the sects like to associate with you. You are simply a lucky star!"

Yan Huan raised his hand and pushed Wang Ye back, "People who practice Taoism should be calm and peaceful."

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Zhuge Bagua Village, Wuhou Temple, Lanxi, Zhejiang.

In the hall, the incense smoke curled up and formed mysterious whirlpools. Zhuge Qing sat upright on the cushion in front of the altar, with a calm expression, meditating peacefully.

Zhuge Liang's soul floated in the hall, gently moving among the incense sticks. The power of faith contained in the wisps of incense was like small trickles that converged into a river, continuously pouring into his spirit.

As the incense burns, the power of the spirits also quietly increases.

When Zhuge Qing opened his eyes, Kong Ming said, "Being a spirit is really amazing."

"The incense and faith are pouring in continuously, and I feel that some of my abilities have been enhanced."

After hearing this, Zhuge Qing curled up the corners of his mouth into a smile, "That's because our ancestor has many believers in this world, and many Wuhou temples have been built in various places. With a constant stream of incense, and people coming to worship him in an endless stream." "I really feel so grateful to the people of the world for their love." Zhuge Liang said with emotion, looking up to the sky.

A little strange...

"There seems to be some weird stuff mixed in with my faith. Every time I hit an enemy with a skill, it will add strategic power to myself. After three layers are stacked, I can summon five high-damage magic balls..."

"When I become the target of [Kill] or [Duel], if I have no cards in hand, cancel it..."

“Uh…” Zhuge Qing covered his face helplessly and replied, “Don’t mind it, ancestor. I guess some kids and gamers’ perception of you is mixed in…”

"It's hard to say whether it's good or sad..." Qing murmured.

At this time, Zhuge Bai came running over in a panic, followed closely by a rough-looking, hairy man.

In order to train Xiaobai's courage, the Wuhou faction specially invited back the Liaodong wild man Jin Meng, and now the relationship between the two can be considered close.

"Two big shots are here to mess things up!" Zhuge Bai shouted hurriedly, panic written all over his face, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Bai, speak slowly." Zhuge Qing comforted his younger brother who rushed into his arms, trying to calm him down.

But Zhuge Bai seemed to be getting more and more flustered, and he chattered a lot incoherently, unable to make his thoughts clear.

Jin Meng, who was standing by, saw this and said helplessly, "Lu Ci and Wang Ai from the Ten Lords are here."

"Wang Ai!?"

When Zhuge Qing heard the name, his heart was suddenly shocked and a feeling of panic instantly surged in his heart.

Could it be that the incident at Mount Longhu was exposed?

"Let's go and take a look..." He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then raised three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner, and whispered, "Grandfather, you stay here to recuperate for a while, I'll go and take a look at the situation."

Wang Bing's methods are unclear, but he has already noticed the existence of the ancestor. As for this old one, his methods are definitely no less than the young one's.

Zhuge Qing understood that he must not let the ancestor fall into danger, and it would be best to avoid it as much as possible. Otherwise, if anything happened to the ancestor, the Wuhou faction would be at war with the Wang family.

"Is everything okay?" In order to avoid Jin Meng, Zhuge Liang only let the voice pass through the wind into Qing's ears.

Zhuge Qing smiled slightly, his eyes were firm and determined: "After all, I can't always be under your wings. It's just a mere Tenth Master, it's no big deal."

Zhuge Liang smiled with relief: "Good boy, go ahead."

The reception hall of the Wuhou School is simple and elegant. The wooden beams and blue brick walls are filled with the breath of time. The sunlight shines through the window lattices onto the ground, and mottled light and shadows dot the ground like small flowers.

The atmosphere in the house was harmonious, and there didn't seem to be the tense feeling that Zhuge Bai had mentioned.

"It is a great honor for my humble abode to have two of the Ten Lords come here in person!" Zhuge Gong greeted them with a smile and sent someone to bring over the prepared refreshments.

Wang Ai's smile seemed particularly cordial, and his tone carried a hint of deliberate humility: "Of course not. The Wuhou Sect has a long heritage and rich cultural heritage. I have wanted to come and pay you a visit for a long time."

Lu Ci sat quietly beside him, sipping his tea slowly, and standing behind him was his great-grandson Lu Gong.

"Two family masters, I wonder why you are here?" Zhuge Gong tried his best to be polite, but he felt a little wary in his heart.

The styles of Lu and Wang's behavior are well-known in the circle. As the current leader of the Wuhou faction, it is difficult for Zhuge Gong to maintain a good impression of them.

"Alas, Mr. Zhuge..." Wang Ai's expression suddenly became grief-stricken, and he said in a low and sad voice, "Now everyone in the circle knows that my precious great-grandson Wang Bing is missing, and there is no news about him. This really makes me heartbroken!"

"As elders, don't we all want our children to be safe? I've been so worried lately. If I can't find my baby... I..."

Wang Ai put down the cane in his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I heard that he last met your Zhuge Qing, so I wanted to ask a few questions."

"This..." Zhuge Gong looked embarrassed. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, Zhuge Qing walked in from the main door and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The atmosphere changed subtly in an instant, and Zhuge Qing felt a strange pressure coming towards him.

"Oh, Xiaoqing is back, come here! I just happen to have something to ask you." Wang Ai, who was in tears, changed his expression, put on a kind smile and waved repeatedly, but there was something sinister in that smile.

The embarrassed look just now was all pretend.

Zhuge Qing's heart was filled with alarm and he was slightly startled.

The old man was clearly smiling, but the coldness that emanated from his wrinkles and pores made him feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

What a hypocritical face!

"Master Wang, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Qing will tell you everything he knows." Zhuge Qing said.

"Okay." Wang Ai slowly stood up with the help of a cane, walked behind Qing and patted him on the shoulder.

"Because I want to ensure the authenticity of the conversation, I'm asking the young great-grandson of Patriarch Lu to come and escort me. Do you have any objections, Mr. Zhuge?"

Wang Ai narrowed his eyes and looked across, the hostility mixed in his sarcastic tone was exposed without any concealment.

Regardless of Wang Ai's true purpose, Zhuge Gong had clearly realized that this was naked pressure.

"It is said that the Lu family has two unique skills, one is Ruyi Jin, and the other is Minghun Shu. I am afraid that the Lu family's skill that can verify the authenticity is more or less related to the soul, right?"

"I feel deeply for what happened to Patriarch Wang, but this is the only thing I cannot do. I have no reason to let Ah Qing take risks."

Wang Ai was leaning on a cane, tapping the ground with it. As the harsh sound spread, the atmosphere became increasingly gloomy.

"Xiaoqing has inherited the Wuhou Sect's unique skills, so she should be well protected. But I really have no choice but to ask you for help. The Wuhou Sect will not refuse to give us this little favor, right?"

Zhuge Gong's two small moustaches were raised in anger. He didn't look like someone begging for help at all. It was obvious that he was here to bully others by taking advantage of his power!
boom!
Zhuge Gong slammed the table and stood up angrily, "To the Wuhou Sect, Ah Qing shoulders the future of the sect. Personally speaking, he is my son!"

"When our ancestors came out of seclusion in the past, they were acting against the will of heaven. This lineage of courage and bravery has not been lost in our generation. Do you two want to go to war with the Wuhou sect?"

"Hmm?" Lu Ci closed the teacup lid and looked at Zhuge Gong with a frown.

This time he still acted as a middleman to make some profits, but he had no intention of making enemies with the Wuhou faction.

Lu Ci immediately turned his head to Wang Ai, "Old Wang, don't be so aggressive, there is still room for negotiation, right?"

"call--"

Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

In peacetime, money is used to support fists, but after staying in this peaceful world for too long, outsiders are almost forgetting how strong the Wang family's fists are!

"Think again, Mr. Zhuge. This is not the Wuhou Sect that your ancestor was still around. Hehe."

Wang Ai clenched his crutch, and a dark and evil aura as thick as ink spread along the crutch to the ground.

Zhuge Gong snorted coldly, stepped on the Qimen Bureau with one foot, and fixed the center palace.

"Hey, Old Wang..." Lu Ci was still trying to smooth things over when a cell phone vibrated in the center of the reception hall. He just took the opportunity to say, "Answer the call first, in case there's any news!"

Wang Ai took out his cell phone and looked at it. The caller was his grandson Wang Zhong.

As soon as the call was connected, intermittent sobbing came from the other end, "Grandpa...Grandpa...Bing'er, Bing'er has been found..."

(End of this chapter)