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

Chapter 51 Taierzhuang

It takes four hours by high-speed rail from Yantai to Zaozhuang. It was just past noon when Yan Huan stopped at the station.

According to President Qin, when Mr. Chang was still conscious, he insisted on coming to Taierzhuang. Out of consideration for his mental and spiritual well-being, his family placed him in a quiet and elegant garden near the ancient city.

It has been three months since the old man moved into the ancient city of Taierzhuang, and he has been in a coma for a week.

After leaving the station, the staff dispatched by the company were already waiting at the exit. Yan Huan did not stop and followed the company's car straight to his usual residence.

As the car approached the ancient city, there were more and more people, so the two of them changed to walking.

Yan Huan saw buildings of different styles around him, such as Huizhou, Lingnan and Minnan. They were built beside the river, with street shops in front and canal docks in the back. They were "in harmony with nature and in harmony with the people". They had the grandeur and solidity of the north and the dexterity and beauty of the south. They were elegant and exquisite.

"We are in a good place, right? In 1938, during the Anti-Japanese War, this place was reduced to ruins because of the Battle of Taierzhuang. On the th anniversary of the victory of the Battle of Taierzhuang, the reconstruction plan was launched, and it was only after this that it was reborn."

The driver who led the way might be a local, and he knew everything about the matter.

He smiled and pointed to a row of Hui-style buildings. "I heard from my grandmother that before the reconstruction, that place was a series of alleys that were difficult to navigate. During the war, my grandfather and four friends fought against a dozen Japanese aliens there."

"Onmyoji, ninjas, ronin warriors... all kinds of shit. My grandfather and those four old seniors are birds of a feather. The five of them managed to gather all the five elements of escape techniques, namely gold, wood, water, fire and earth. They all learned the art of survival, which is really difficult for them."

Yan Huan's heart tightened, "Did those five seniors escape?"

"He told everyone everything. My grandfather learned the art of earth-walking, and when he knew that a dozen Japanese soldiers were going to kill an important person, five of them learned the art of survival and used the art of escape to hold them off for half an hour. My grandmother said that my grandfather had been a coward his whole life, but he only showed courage just for that one time."

"But that was the only time."

The guide's tone was full of pride, and he pointed to a slowly flowing river nearby.

"This was dug along a trench. It was used for irrigation and later for viewing. But the water in it was not so clear at the beginning!"

"The yellow flower beef noodles in this shop are good. It has been around for quite a while. When this is over, you can come and try it, young chef."

"Come on, young master, let's walk faster! I promised to take Mr. Chang for a walk, but I didn't get the chance. When he wakes up, I have to take a day off and explain this place to you."

Yan Huan glanced at the classic decoration of the store and felt a little absent-minded.

The guide's steps became faster and faster, and he continued to talk incessantly. The smile on his face almost overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Yan Huan was under pressure. No matter what, even if he had to use all his tricks, he had to deal with Mr. Chang properly.

“I feel overwhelmed.”

Yan Huan looked back at the way he had come. The streets were bustling with people coming and going. He shouldn't have felt sad.

As the saying goes, "the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention." Yan Huan has been tempering his character for so long that whenever he hears about the righteous cause of the country and the nation in these historical stories, he is always moved as if he is vulnerable to a blow.

This was how it was when I heard Boss Zhao say, "Businessmen are profit-driven. Making profits for themselves and their families is not enough! Making profits for the country is the real profit!" This was how it was when I saw "Laughing King of Hell" Tang Jiaren and other Tang Clan disciples sacrifice their lives for their country. This was how it was when I stood in the ancient city of Taierzhuang and listened to the driver talk about the past of his grandfather.

Yan Huan didn't even know what kind of mood he should be in when standing on the land beneath his feet.

"Damn it, you little brat, why are you looking so gloomy! If you don't enjoy this peaceful world, the blood of us old guys will be shed in vain!" Yan Huan turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw the guide driver looking at him dully.

"Little Master, what's wrong?"

"Brother, did you just speak?"

"Well... I said that Mr. Chang's residence is just at the corner of the street ahead."

Yan Huan's pupils suddenly shrank. After a moment's pause, he followed with a smile, "Brother, when you become our tour guide, you must introduce all the surrounding attractions and food to me. This is a rare opportunity for me to come here, and I don't want to have any regrets."

"Don't worry, little master. I know this area well! If you have a good time, come and visit us next time. Shandong is a hospitable place. You must come often!"

"I have something to say in advance. Mr. Chang is getting old now. We will no longer follow your practice of being the main host or the deputy host."

The driver who was leading the way had a dark face and said, "Forget it, old man. I can't run away."

Seeing Yan Huan's face sank, the eldest brother patted his shoulder fiercely and said, "Don't scare the young master. The purpose of drinking is to have fun. If people can't enjoy themselves, then the rules of the drinking table will become dregs and should be thrown away. Young master, remember, only a thousand cups of wine are enough for happy occasions. Let's get together later. If you don't want to drink, whoever dares to force you to drink, I will force him to drink."

"Okay, okay, I'll remember it, I'll remember it." Yan Huan said with a smile.

I remember them all.

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In a quiet little courtyard deep in the alley, Dou Le was smoking a Hardman, looking at the few sections of tender bamboo that rose above the wall behind him, feeling worried.

Hearing the wooden door creak, the dry grass above his head jumped excitedly in the wind.

"Just got off the ferry, and you're involved in a treasure theft in the underground sewer. What's going on? Is this your life full of troubles?" Dou Le joked when he saw the person coming.

Yan Huan immediately took over the words, "How could that be possible? I met a noble person right after I got off the boat, and I ran into Mr. Dou again today. It means that I have met a noble person again. I am so blessed and lucky. I have no chance of trouble at all!"

"You've only been graduated for a few years, right? You're so smooth-talking."

Yan Huan, who was almost labeled as a "leak fish" by the authorities, dared not say anything and had to change the subject.

"Boss Dou, what's Mr. Chang's current situation?"

"A week ago, it was just an ordinary war injury. Now, he is completely in a coma and mumbles in his sleep from time to time. Is there any way? Mr. Qin and my colleagues have a very high opinion of you."

Yan Huan thought for a while. According to the company's resources, they had probably used all the methods used by ordinary wizards, so they had to find another way.

Coma and talking in sleep are mostly caused by problems with the "God" among the three treasures of the human body. Before coming here, Yan Huan thought that it is not difficult to deal with the problem of "God" alone. As long as Chang Lao's "God" is brought into the spirit flag space, he can know the ins and outs and causes and consequences of that memory. This will not only bring Chang Lao back to reality, but also allow him to witness the encounter with the wood spirit with his own eyes.

But in the current situation, the difficulty lies in the close relationship between the soul and the body of a living person, and this connection cannot be shaken by sorcerers at all.

If you want to get Chang Lao's "spirit", you must use other means to blast it out of your body, such as blowing air.

(End of this chapter)