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

Chapter 374: Chai Yan's death, Wang Ai and Qu Tong's successive tests

Yan Huan's seat was to the left of the old Taoist priest and Lu Jin, facing the empty chair reserved for Wang Ai.

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and chuckled. It must be said that this young man was becoming more and more like an immortal.

Lu Jin next to him was hiding something, his eyes were wandering.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed angrily, "Old Lu, why are you as shy as a girl?"

"Hi!" Lu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. The reason behind this matter was really hard to explain.

The last time he took a look at her, he had been holding back his internal injuries for more than half a month, and his body had only fully recovered not long ago. Now he had an inexplicable fear of Yan Huan, which was almost becoming a psychological trauma.

"Mr. Lu, open your eyes."

"What you saw last time was an accident."

Yan Huan stood up and filled Lu Jin's cup of tea. "Instead of being afraid of a junior, it is better to improve your character and cultivate a perfect state of mind, then you will naturally be accustomed to everything."

This old man Lu's obsession is so deep that it far exceeds his outward appearance and is almost to the point of being possessed.

What Yan Huan said had nothing to do with the strange phenomenon during the reverse refining. It was just a sudden idea to remind Lu Jin again.

"Ah ah..." Upon hearing this, Lu Jin first peeked through his fingers, and when he saw that there was no big reaction from his body, he put his hand down completely.

"Don't blame me, Xiao Huan. It's just that what happened during the Luotian Dajiao was too weird. I still haven't recovered from it." Lu Jin drank the tea, which was regarded as understanding Yan Huan's intention.

Crack, crack...

The crisp sound of teacups colliding suddenly rang out in the conference room. Everyone was stunned at first, then looked in the direction of the sound.

The hand as strong as a tiger and as heavy as a bear's paw was placed on the table, shaking continuously, causing the turntable teacup to jump slightly.

"Little Tiger, are you having a seizure?!" Guan Shihua patted the tiger's back.

"No, aunt..."

The last time I heard Lao Ding talk about the battle at Qunling Mountain, I felt itchy in my heart, and now my hands are starting to itch too.

"Brother Huan, I wonder how you plan to arrange your next trip?"

The extremely hot gaze made Yan Huan feel numb.

The "two heroes" Na Ruhu and Ding Shimaan fought for more than ten years without a clear winner, but they appreciated each other and developed feelings for each other.

The two of them are both true martial arts maniacs. Whenever they get together, they are either thinking about beating someone up or getting beaten up by someone.

Are you determined to give it a try with me?

"I'm planning to go abroad."

Yan Huan's planned itinerary was to first visit the Yan family to see the old man, and then go to Qunling Mountain to visit his parents' graves during the Qingming Festival in April.

After a short rest, he continued his journey in search of spirits, and he might even visit the Twenty-Four Section Tongtian Valley during the journey.

After being asked by Ru Hu, Yan Huan didn't want to go back to Lingshan for the time being except for the itinerary on Qingming Festival.

"Oh, what a pity. Then I'll let Old Ding know. This guy is still practicing with your four Sky Ao in Qunling Mountain!"

"???"

Tian'ao Daling was left behind by Yan Huan's father Feng Yunyi, and has since stayed in Qunling Mountain to guard the tombs of his parents.

The four spirits had boundless spiritual power and extremely strong defenses. Although they were large turtle-like spirits, they had not lost their speed. At that time, they could drag the Holy Fire Altar of the Huode Sect for hundreds of miles in one night.

"What's the result? If Mr. Ding, one of the two heroes, can't even subdue my father's relics, then there's no need to wait for me to return."

Na Ruhu, who had just sent the message, raised his head and said with a smile, "Not bad! Old Ding seems to have made some progress in dealing with the fear of giants."

"Let's talk..."

The tiger-like man changed the subject and said in a deep voice, "In the past three months, many people have been wandering around at the foot of your mountain, including some famous families."

"Old Ding and the big spirit captured a few of them for you, but we couldn't find out their purpose, so we hung them on the big tree in front of the house."

Hearing this, Guan Shihua, Feng Zhenghao and others who were waiting on the side no longer had time to reminisce about the past.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Mr. Su, who was in charge of presiding over the Ten Leaders Meeting, and nodded.

"Today's matter has been settled, so let's stop here."

"Xiao Huan, you must come to Longhu Mountain more often."

"Sure." Yan Huan bowed and said goodbye to several people. Chen Jinkui wanted to pester them, but was dragged away by Ru Hu and Guan Shihua.

It was true that Na Ru Hu wanted to compete with Yan Huan, but his EQ was not so low as to cause trouble for Yan Huan in this situation. As soon as the elevator door closed, three figures, one big, one small and one bald, all went to the first floor.

"Has anyone gotten tired of sitting still after half a year?" Yan Huan thought for a moment, opened the window, and jumped out from the seventh floor.

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Qunling Mountain is a picturesque mountain in spring.

All things in the mountains are reviving, the whole mountain is covered with fresh green, dotted with wild flowers, and the wind is mixed with the fragrance of soil and flowers.

Yan Huan folded his wings and landed on the top of the mountain. At this time, Ding Shimaan was sitting cross-legged on the soft grass.

The grass leaves around were covered with morning dew, and the sunlight shone through the sparse and dense leaves, casting mottled shadows.

In the distance, mountain springs gurgle, birds sing one after another, and occasionally a leisurely white cloud slowly drifts across the sky.

"Finally you're coming back. I've been waiting so long!"

He threw a wild fruit he had picked in his hand, and the green and red fruit drew an arc in the air and fell behind him.

A huge spirit turtle raised its head slightly, accurately caught the wild fruit with its mouth, and chewed it gently. Its shell gleamed like bronze in the sunlight.

Ling Ao snorted softly, seeming to be quite satisfied with the taste of the fruit. His thick big tail flapped gently on the grass, lifting up a few scattered petals, which danced in the wind.

"This group of sacred mountains is obviously a small hill, but the scenery seems a bit too rich..."

Ding Shimaan's gaze fell towards the distant mountain peaks. Between the lush green peaks, mist could be seen flowing faintly, as if covering the mountains with a hazy veil.

"What a headache! A bunch of bastards came to cause trouble at this very moment!"

"Won't my sparring be delayed again?"

"I can't cause trouble when others are in trouble. If I do that, I'll be no different from 'Quan Xing'."

After talking to himself, Ding Shimaan picked up a piece of tender grass and put it in his mouth, staring at the towering trees at the foot of the mountain.

"It's a pity that I can't get any information out of him, otherwise I could have solved the problem for him in advance."

Yan Huan stood behind Ding Shiman quietly.

"Mr. Ding, how are you?"

"Um!?"

Ding Shimaan tensed his body, stood up, jumped a few steps, and created some distance.

Upon seeing the visitor, his solemn expression relaxed a little, but still revealed an incomprehensible confusion.

"I didn't even notice it, and I felt like I was one with the world. It was really unpleasant."

Cough!

Ding Shimaan cleared his throat and spread his hands, saying, "You deal with things first. I won't beat you today... uh... you won't be beaten."

"You have subdued all of them, but one of them has a special identity. I have sealed all of his meridians with the Ghost Gate Needle and locked him in your room. I hope you don't mind."

"No, thank you." Yan Huan thanked him and walked down the mountain path towards the foot of the mountain. Three people were hanging on the tree in front of the house, their bodies were covered with wounds and their acupuncture points were sealed.

Ding Shimaan's move was just right. Several people were weak but still had a trace of vitality. However, after seeing Yan Huan, the fear in their eyes obviously intensified, and their bodies hanging in the air twisted like worms.

"Okay everyone, I wonder why we are visiting Qunling Mountain?"

Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the vines that bound the three people slowly loosened, throwing the people back to the ground.

"We heard that you... had been missing for several days, so we thought that something might have happened during your travels... so we came to look for you and see if there was any technique or something like that that you had left behind..."

The speaker is a wizard with a goatee. He practices the sorcery of "divine judgment". The instrument with the "xiezhi" pattern on his waist can distinguish right from wrong.

"Are you here to look for treasure?"

The goatee shrank back and said, "After all, wizards believe in the laws of nature. We believe that your achievements must have been helped by heaven. There must be some witchcraft left here."

“I just never expected that…”

Unexpectedly, Ding Shimaan, one of the “two heroes”, actually became a mountain keeper!
There was a hint of panic in the goateed man's wretched eyes.

"Roar?"

This is a lie.

Yan Huan knew it at a glance.

These guys were just sent by the middleman to die, and there were still several people between them and the mastermind behind the scenes.

"So that's how it is. Come on, get up!"

Yan Huan helped a few people up. The man with the goatee was very frightened and didn't know where to put his hands.

"All wizards in the world are one family. It's just some witchcraft. If you want to learn it, I will teach you!"

"Eh?" The three of them were stunned. What kind of noble demeanor is this?
"Come and add me on WeChat. You don't have to be sneaky anymore. If you don't understand something, just ask directly." Yan Huan took out his cell phone and showed the QR code.

Then he asked with concern, "Are your cell phones not damaged?"

“No...no..." The man with goatee took out his mobile phone covered with ice cracks and scanned the QR code for some unknown reason.

Afterwards, the three of them felt like they were in a dream and didn’t even know how to get out of the Qunling Mountain.

The mission failed, but it seems that the reward was greater than the compensation.

Yan Huan watched the three people go down the mountain, looked at the three new friends in the friend list, clicked on their avatars, and then clicked the "···" icon in the upper right corner, "Recommend him to"···

Two strong.

"Help me check a few people."

Er Zhuang: How come you disappeared for half a year and order people around as soon as you come back?

Yan Huan looked at the phone screen and smiled knowingly.

Unconsciously, Er Zhuang used emoticons less and less frequently.

"Help me check a few people, good sister."

Er Zhuang: Huanzi, you have changed(*)!!
Become more exquisite (*｀▽*)
Okay, since you said that, I'll take care of this matter!
Er Zhuang: Wait until I finish this damn boring blind date...
···
After Er Zhuang complained for a few words, there was no movement on the other end of the phone.

With her strength in the Internet, it was not difficult for her to search for the common network of the three people. After screening, she picked out all the suspicious people who had recently contacted them.

Er Zhuang: Huanzi, have you gotten into any trouble?
The identity of the mastermind behind the scenes was both unexpected and reasonable.

Among the four major families, the head of the Wang family is Wang Ai.

"What did Wang Ai do during the past six months? How did he end up here with me?"

Erzhuang: I’m from Phuket.

"There are still things you don't know, is it that you don't know, or that you can't tell me?"

Er Zhuang: I really don’t know.

"Okay." Yan Huan put away his phone and walked straight into the house.

Now, let’s take a look at the person with a special identity mentioned by Ding Shimaan.

As I entered the house, dust was the first thing that rose up. In the corner of the house, an old man was lying there quietly, with thick eyebrows and a kind of majestic aura.

He was wearing a simple martial arts uniform. Although the fabric was a bit old, it was washed cleanly, and the clear lines of muscles could be vaguely seen. It was obvious that he was a veteran martial artist.

Yan Huan knew why Ding Shimaan treated this person differently. The old man was none other than his fierce master, Chai Yan.

After losing to his disciple, this master of horizontal training disbanded the Chai School of Horizontal Training and disappeared from the public eye.

In order to seek a way to repair his damaged state of mind, Chai Yan turned to Qu Tong of Yaoxing Society, and was later controlled by "Shuangquan Hand" and became her dependent who could be dispatched at will.

"Teacher Chai?" Yan Huan called softly.

The sound echoed in the silent room, but the old man remained motionless.

Yan Huan frowned, took a few steps closer, and finally discovered something unusual. Chai Yan's eyes were slightly open, but his pupils had already dilated, and he died with his eyes open.

The surroundings were surprisingly clean. There was no blood on the ground, and not even a trace of a struggle.

Yan Huan bent down to check and found that half of his tongue was stuck in his open mouth. The bright red end had long lost its life and was stiffly stuck deep in his throat.

The nasal cavity was filled with dried blood, with dark brown marks densely distributed and winding to the edge of the nostrils.

"Committed suicide..."

"In just half a year, so many demons and monsters have appeared. It seems that my survival may not be a good thing for some people."

"Speaking of Qu Tong, she was really decisive in her actions."

Yan Huan leaned down and closed Chai Yan's eyes.

Chai Yan was a skilled fighter who had gone through many trials and tribulations. Even after his death, a part of his soul remained in his body.

In the eyes of people in the circle, searching and capturing souls are both acts of disrespect and blasphemy towards the dead. But at this moment, Yan Huan didn't care about these etiquettes and instead grasped a wisp of residual soul in his hand.

"I'm afraid the company will have one more headache."

"call--"

Yan Huan took a long breath, brushed off the dust on the table, opened the window, and a fresh and refreshing breeze blew in.

After tidying up the small house that had not been lived in for a long time, he sent Chai Yan's body out.

Over the past six months, Yan Huan has been planting saplings deep in the desert, keeping company with the vast world.

I have become accustomed to the feeling of profound silence, where every sound of the wind and every inch of moving sand are as clear and quiet as the pulse of heaven and earth.

Seeing this circle of strange people again today, it is full of boring vulgarity, the intrigues and power struggles among all parties, it is really like a long and boring play.

Yan Huan sat at the table, holding his chin, looking out the window, and suddenly felt that everything in this circle was not as important as the daily life of ordinary people.

"One wants to recreate the Jiashen Rebellion, the other is greedy, neither of them is easy to deal with..."

"Since they have come to us, we can't just sit there and do nothing. Let's go meet them."

After seeing countless paths at Mount Nanhua, Yan Huan felt that the Jiashen Rebellion and the Eight Wonders were just a drop in the ocean. The aftermath of this disaster that lasted for more than seventy years should almost be over.

(End of this chapter)