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

Chapter 370 Sima Yi recalls the "Luoshui Oath", a strong wind blows in the desert area
"Yes." Big Head and Shadow Ghost nodded in response, and the spirit flag became quiet again.

After waiting for a few days, it is the end of August, the power of midsummer is still there, and the scorching sun is still burning the woodland reserve on the edge of the desert.

The air was filled with the smell of dry earth and hot pine resin. Occasionally, the wind blew up the sand and dead leaves, bringing a little bit of stuffy respite.

That night, the starry sky appears even deeper and more distant, with countless stars embedded in the night sky, and the faint light shining down, illuminating the dense forest in front of the courtyard.

A hazy figure reappeared, dancing gracefully in the moonlight.

Her long hair fluttered like a waterfall with every step she took. Her clothes moved in the air as her singing voice echoed faintly, low and gentle, as if she was half crying and half laughing.

For a moment, the dark forest seemed to emit a faint light because of her dance steps, the red spider lilies quietly bloomed, and fireflies flew around.

What a deep and ethereal dream stage.

When the song ended, the dancing stopped.

Datou held his head in his hands and walked forward slowly. He asked carefully, "Where are your catfish and red leopard?"

As soon as the words came out, the white shadow under the dead tree trembled suddenly.

This made the shadow ghost next to him anxious. He raised his red-haired hoof and knocked on the big head.

"Forget it, you better stop talking!"

"Last time in Jiangsu, the ghost eater ate her catfish and red leopard first."

“Oh…” Big Head replied blankly.

He didn't know about this, so it was really unfair for him to be beaten.

The shadow ghost sneaked into the shadows under the moonlight and approached quietly.

In his impression, mountain ghosts are lively, clever, and a little playful. They will occasionally sing to people who get lost in the mountains. They are not so timid and cowardly.

I guess he had witnessed his friend being eaten, and there was an indelible shadow in his heart.

Swish!
The black shadow spread and approached rapidly.

The mountain ghost looked at the light in the hut, then turned around to look at the red spider lily under the dead tree.

At this glance, new buds suddenly sprouted from the dead trunk, and then small golden oval flowers bloomed. The dead old tree became full of vitality, and it is now a sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

A ghost emerged from the shadows. The shadow ghost, shaped like a wild boar, whispered, "You escaped here?"

"Yes...it's a shadow...you are still alive?" The mountain ghost was stunned and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Ah... I escaped too. After that, I cooperated with someone and possessed someone. I met the wrong person and almost caused a disaster. Fortunately, I met my current master." The shadow ghost raised his head and pointed inside the house.

"What about the remaining ghosts?" The mountain ghost raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of his eyes and cried softly.

"They have fled in all directions, and no one knows where they are going. But the ghost eater has been turned into a dog by his master, and has gone to the mortal world to reflect and cultivate his mind. It is unknown whether he is dead or alive. Anyway, no one can hurt me now."

Upon hearing this, the mountain ghost looked towards the house. The lock of the small wooden door turned a few times, and Yan Huan walked out.

"Don't run away?"

When Yan Huan saw the mountain ghost, she was not the fresh and green girl wearing a licorice robe and a ivy belt around her waist as described in "Nine Songs". Instead, she had little yin energy and was filled with the fresh air that came from bathing in the mountains and forests, like a lady from a noble family from somewhere.

Her eyes were moving slightly, she smiled sweetly, and then shook her head.

"No more escaping."

"Thank you for saving my friend from the sea of ​​suffering. I am willing to dance for you again."

"Okay, let's accompany you with some wine." Yan Huan sat cross-legged, and the green grass under his feet was like a carpet, emitting a faint fragrance.

The vines are agile and slowly coil around, forming a simple table, on which a few bunches of morning glory hang gently. The jade juice flowing from the flowers is sheeny and exudes the subtle aroma of late autumn osmanthus, and then falls into a verdant wine glass.

He sniffed the amber wine in the glass, the aroma was rich but not greasy.

Yan Huanlai has little interest in modern mechanized liquor, but prefers this homemade fruit wine, which is sweet and sour, fragrant, soothing to the throat without being spicy, and will not make you feel uncomfortable even if you drink too much.

The stage was set up, and the mountain ghost took light steps again, his singing was as soft as the wind, and his dancing was like flowing clouds.

Fireflies are flying around, like tiny stars, all glowing with a faint green light.

Yan Huan had to admit that this gentle singing voice that carried the simplicity of the ancient times, even if it was just a wordless humming, was a thousand times better than those popular online songs today.

He was so excited that he simply put all the dishes he had prepared in the past few days on the table.

"Now I know why the emperors and generals in ancient times all loved singing and dancing."

A song ended, a dance came to an end, the mountain ghost knelt on the ground, gathered his long sleeves, held them in front of his abdomen, and nodded.

"Do you have a place to go?" Yan Huan asked, looking up.

"I have been wandering for a long time, and I have no place to return to."

"Then why don't you come into my banner? The space is not big, and providing a quiet mountain top is a piece of cake." Yan Huan unfolded the spiritual flag.

After thinking about it, it seems like there has been no development of space construction in the flag for a long time in more than a year.

With the name and imprint bestowed by Lord Kui, the Lingqi space will definitely be able to withstand Bifang's torment.

The mountain ghost lowered his head, smiled, and bowed slightly.

"When you are tired from the journey, I would like to sing a song to relieve your fatigue."

After saying that, she turned into a wisp of wind and floated lightly into the spiritual flag that was fluttering in the wind.

Yan Huan also joined the flag.

Apart from the large arena used to refine evil spirits, there are only the small hills and rivers that were barely constructed before. What's more, the place for refining ghosts is in a semi-abandoned state and looks really desolate.

"Come, Bifang."

"You can do whatever you want this time."

A bird cry rose into the sky, blue feathers scattered, and a vast wilderness spread out around.

Yan Huan stood in the wilderness, waving his hand lightly, moving the veins of mountains and rivers.

Under his guidance, a mountain slowly rose from the ground, with undulating peaks and rugged rocks.

The dark energy spread up from the foot of the mountain like billowing smoke, covering the entire mountain in an eerie dim light. The mountain was full of jagged rocks, branches twisted like ghosts, and deep caves connected to the unknown darkness.

Afterwards, Yan Huan used the Yin Spring as the source and formed a dark stream that ran through the mountain. The ghost lanterns on the top of the mountain ignited without fire, flashing cold blue light, illuminating the abodes of hundreds of ghosts.

Yan Huan stared for a moment, raised his hand and waved it gently, and an ancient mansion rose out of thin air on the mountainside.

The black tiles are as black as ink, the eaves are pointed and the courtyard is deep, with a sense of coldness in its grandeur. Gray and white stone lions stand guard at the door, their eyes are empty but reveal their majesty, as if they will come alive at any time.

Inside the mansion, the long corridors twist and turn, the walls are covered with ancient battle maps and fragments of scrolls, withered pines are entwined in the courtyard, and a bronze candle lamp beside the stone platform flickers with a faint flame. In the study, bamboo slips and ghost-patterned carving knives are neatly placed on the mahogany desk, and the fragments spread on the desk seem to still have the scent of ink.

Yan Huan looked at the mansion and whispered to himself, "Zhongda, don't say that I treat you unfairly. This place is for you to use."

"Also, I have prepared a set of percussion instruments. You can play with them here."

"Hey..." Sima Yi stared at the drum set and other musical instruments in the corner of the room and nodded with satisfaction.

"I can't tell, Shuijing~"

"Is this because of that mountain ghost? I don't usually see you caring so much about me~"

Yan Huan glanced coldly at the person beside him.

"Well said, I will burn down your house right now and you can live in a cave."

Whoosh!

During the conversation, a ball of fire gathered in Yan Huan's hands.

When Sima Yi saw this, he became anxious on the spot.

He blew on the fire in his palm with his mouth and pleaded quietly: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong~"

"Water mirror~ Now that it's done, don't bother dismantling it. The labor cost and time cost must be taken into account."

"Please be kind~" Yan Huan extinguished the flame. Sima Yi then changed his cynical state, his expression became solemn, and his tone was dignified.

"Shui Jing, you can't remember what happened before, and you probably lost the ability to deploy troops and generals. This place is secretive enough and spacious enough. There are dozens of ghosts, enough for me to mobilize them all."

"When hundreds of ghosts gather together in the future, I won't be able to raise ghost soldiers or dominate the world, but at least I can help you break the dilemma of fighting thousands of miles away when you are unable to split yourself into two."

"According to the current situation, I think that day will come."

Yan Huan thought about it for a moment and felt that there was some truth in it.

"Why did you suddenly take on this task? This doesn't fit your usual lazy personality."

Sima Yi held his cheek and laughed, "Hehe~ After all, I am not as revered by future generations as Zhuge Liang. As a soul, I am very weak, but at the same time, I am luckier than Kong Ming. I don't have any great karma, so I can always ask for something..."

"For example, the physical body."

Yan Huan suddenly felt something was wrong, "But you are a guy who will mess around, right?"

"Woo——" Sima Yi pouted, "It's not the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty now, there's no chance to stir up trouble. I'm grateful for the chance to touch and sing."

"Everything I said is true. I can swear to heaven!" Sima Yi put his palms together and stretched them towards the sky.

"Oh." Yan Huan replied coldly, "Your oath at Luoshui sounded very nice at the beginning."

"Hehehe... the political situation has an impact... I have no choice..."

"Then it depends on your performance." Yan Huan said in an ambiguous tone.

Regarding Sima Yi, even though he is just a spirit, there is still a backup method of "capturing spirits and sending generals" to control him. If his life and soul are united, the means of control will become weaker.

Yan Huan would not really exhaust him to death in the flag, but if such a fun person went out, it would always bring some trouble.

If this was released on the first day, Yan Huan would not be surprised if a new leader of "Quanxing" emerged the next day.

Moreover, Sima Yi in his prime could easily copy the abilities of the Eight Deceitful Gods. Most of these legendary men had old ways to practice, so once they got the chance, it would not be difficult for them to return to the peak.

"Just wait until you can completely trust him."

Swish!
Yan Huan flapped his wings, pierced through the sky inside the spiritual flag, and in the blink of an eye he was outside the flag.

Sima Yi, who stayed behind in the mansion, looked up at the gray sky, ruffled his long hair, and lay lazily and comfortably under the tree.

"Shui Jing, Shui Jing, why don't you trust me a little more?"

"I really mean it this time~"

"Oh my~ I should have known better than to swear the Luoshui oath. I never thought that the retribution for breaking the oath would be delayed for more than a thousand years..."

Sima Yi shook his head and his memory went back to the past.

It was the first month of 249 AD. Sima Yi took advantage of the opportunity when Emperor Cao Fang of Wei and his confidant Cao Shuang went to offer sacrifices to Emperor Ming of Wei to launch a coup and control Luoyang as the capital.

Cao Shuang was unable to return to Luoyang, so he led his troops south to guard the Yi River.

The coup d'état occupied Luoyang in the name of the empress dowager and the emperor was trapped outside the capital. This made Sima Yi's actions unjustified and he was even unable to launch a formal attack on the military camp where the emperor was.

After using all his trump cards to blockade the city of Chang'an, he had no ability to attack Cao Shuang, so he sent Cao Shuang's confidants to persuade him to surrender. He also followed the example of Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu, and swore an oath to the Goddess of Luo River beside the Luo River, promising that if Cao Shuang handed over his military power, he would keep his title and wealth.

After this, Sima Yi seized the military power, went back on his word, imprisoned Cao Shuang and his cronies, and exterminated all three clans on the charge of treason.

The reverence for the Goddess of Luo River and the sacredness of the Luo River Oath have all become a joke.

"A man without integrity cannot stand. A generation of traitors destroyed the moral system... That's what later generations said..."

"It seems a little difficult to make Shui Jing change her mind~" Sima Yi shook his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep under the tree.

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It is officially September and the time for school to start has arrived.

The singing around the rental house stopped, and the owner was completely convinced. Even the local demolition plan was cancelled.

The owner of the house was not short of money and was not greedy for the demolition fee. He was happy to be able to keep his ancestral house, so he simply waived all future rent.

Through repeated visits, Yan Huan also changed from "little master" to "Master Yan" in the eyes of the homeowners.

"Master, I won't believe you even if you deny it. As soon as you came, the thing left. If you are not a master, then who is?"

"Please tell me your fortune. I'm willing to pay you. I just want to know how to break this bad luck."

Yan Huan didn't know how to tell fortunes or ask questions, but he couldn't stand the owner of the house's constant harassment.

In addition, the gifts he sent in the past few days increased more and more, and Yan Huan felt a little guilty.

"Then leave your date of birth so I can take a look at it later."

"Hey hey hey!" The owner of the house was overjoyed and wrote it down quickly.

Yan Huan passed the message to Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye.

It was a bit troublesome to talk to everyone one by one, so Yan Huan created a group chat.

After a while, two messages came together.

Wang Ye: Old Yan, how could you have offended such a poor person?

Zhuge Qing: This person is unlucky. There is something wrong with the person next to him. The recent career setbacks are all caused by her. I guess she has other relationships with her competitors...

Wang Ye: To put it simply, let him wear his hat straight.

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"Hmm..." There was a hint of sympathy in Yan Huan's eyes when he looked at the owner of the house.

"What's the matter, Master? You're making me a little panic..."

Yan Huan patted his shoulder and said, "Go check the flow of your business orders yourself, and get a divorce if you can."

"Ah?" The owner of the house was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized something, "No wonder, no wonder... I just feel something is wrong."

boom!
The owner of the house ran out in a hurry.

Yan Huan walked into the yard and watched the vehicle quickly disappear into the distance, leaving a long trail of smoke. He shook his head helplessly.

Although I feel some sympathy, I think I can have some peace and quiet in the next few days.

The phone vibrated and several messages came in.

Zhuge Qing: Where has Mr. Shuijing gone?

Wang Ye: Lao Qing, the name you call out is really intimidating.

Yan Huan: In a small village in the southwest of Wei County, could you two great sorcerers help me calculate how many days it will take for strong winds to blow up sandstorms?

The group chat was silent for a while, and Yan Huan guessed that the two of them were probably calculating.

Then, a string of silent ellipsis came over.

Zhuge Qing: There will be winds of force seven or above tomorrow, which may form a sandstorm.

Wang Ye: Um... Old Yan, I will teach you how to calculate the weather in the future. It’s very simple and you wizards will be able to learn it right away.

Yan Huan: Tell me about it?

Wang Ye: Look at your phone screen. It’s daytime now. There’s a sun icon. Click on it and then click “Check the weather for the past 15 days”…

Zhuge Qing: Holy crap! Master Wang, this is amazing!
Wang Ye: Thank you. Thank you.

Yan Huan stared at the group chat records and fell into a state of deep thought that he had not felt for a long time.

The next day, a strong wind suddenly blew, the shelterbelt swayed continuously, the thick branches made dull sounds of resistance, and the leaves were torn and flew into the sky.

Occasionally, a bird would fly up in panic in the forest, but would be quickly swallowed up by the wind and sand.

In the desert, the dead grass was uprooted and thrown into the sky in an instant, and rolling waves of dust swept in like a galloping beast.

"Huh—it's finally here."

(End of this chapter)