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

Chapter 79: Belief in the God of Fire, the God of Fire

Speaking of this face now, it seems as if it was carved by time and wind and sand, with hard lines as if cut by a knife and an axe, and a sense of heroism and unruliness between the eyebrows.

To be honest, Yan Huan felt that this face was more suitable for the body after the horizontal training. Otherwise, with that kind of enchanting look matched with the muscular figure, it would not be noticeable when wearing clothes, otherwise it would definitely give people the feeling of a Barbie doll.

It was late at night, and an ethereal and melodious sound echoed among the mountains, but no one knew what it came from.

The fire left by Huo De Zong became weak and dim. There were no dead trees around. Yan Huan drained the vitality from the vines at the entrance of the cave, and then threw the dry vines into the fire.

Next to the fire, there was a grass field covered with yew leaves, and on it were fruits such as sea buckthorn, bayberry, kiwi and plum. Yan Huan and four Tibetan macaques were standing nearby, munching on the sea buckthorns with relish.

Looking back on the day's practice and gains, Yan Huanzhao guessed that at this rate, it would be autumn by the time the overflowing magical powers were eliminated.

However, it will take some time for Lao Ma to repair the spiritual flag, so there is no need to be too anxious. Just follow the steps.

“Crunch, squeak, squeak!”

The flames flickered violently, scaring the Tibetan macaques nearby and causing them to roar nervously. The four monkeys dropped the fruits in their hands and hid behind Yan Huan.

call!
Flames shot out in all directions, pillars of fire shot up into the sky, and a thin figure emerged from the flames.

Yan Huan ate a pear while waiting for the man to turn around.

This man had a quiet and delicate appearance. Although he had been playing with fire for a long time, his face was fair. His martial arts uniform seemed to be one size too big. It was not tight on his body but rather loose. He looked weak and frail. He did not look like a martial artist but more like an ancient scholar.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yan Huan?" The man was holding a square lunch box and looked at Yan Huan suspiciously.

Hong Bin said that there was a handsome man in the cave, but the man in front of him had a tough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he didn't look like Xiujing at all. For a moment, he was a little unsure.

"gentlemen?"

It's been a long time since I heard such an official and formal title.

Yan Huan nodded, "Brother, you are Brother Hong Bin's senior brother, right?"

"Li Shuyu, Huode Sect." Seeing that he had found the right person, the visitor relaxed and said, "This is what Junior Brother Hong Bin asked me to give to you."

"I smelled the fragrance as soon as Brother Li arrived."

A rich aroma that combines the heat of chili peppers with the numbing aroma of Sichuan peppercorns.

Yan Huan opened the lunch box and found four spicy rabbit heads inside. They were bright red in color and filled with chili peppers and chopped Sichuan peppercorns.

"Thank you, Brother Hong Bin, for me. Brother Li, have you tried it? Let's eat it together. It just so happens that we have four friends who picked wild fruits here."

The Tibetan macaque moved outward timidly.

"I..." Li Shuyu hesitated a little. Before he could agree, a sea buckthorn was thrown at him.

"The freshly harvested fruit is juicy and sweet."

"Thank you." Li Shuyu said softly and sat down next to the cattail.

Yan Huan tilted his head and looked to the side in great surprise, only to see the Huode Sect disciple kneeling on his knees, holding the pear in his hands and taking small bites of it in a very restrained and reserved manner.

The Huode Sect's skills require nourishing the yang fire in the body, so most of its disciples are sincere and pure, straightforward and fearless. People like Li Shuyu who are reserved and restrained seem like an anomaly.

"Let me take a look at how well this senior, who is older than the Little Fire God, has cultivated the Yang Fire."

Yan Huan lit up his golden pupils with golden light and looked towards Li Shuyu. He saw a ball of scorching hot Qi fire in the middle of his chest, pure and bright.

"Sorry." Li Shuyu seemed to understand something and changed from kneeling to sitting cross-legged. "I'm not as straightforward as Junior Brother Hong Bin. I have some habits that I can't change in a short time."

"Sometimes I see them hugging each other and talking freely and boldly, and I envy them. I can't even speak loudly."

"That's great." Yan Huan blurted out without thinking.

A Tibetan macaque held blueberries and a rabbit head from a lunch box and carefully handed them to Li Shuyu. Yan Huan used her eyes to signal the four animal friends to give the rabbit head, but they all shook their heads in disgust and refused.

"Is this... okay?"

"You, the Huode Sect, nourish the yang fire in your body. If the yang fire is not at the right level, the fire will be insufficient. If the yang fire is too strong, people will easily become irritable and violent. The more you understand the method of regulating yin and yang, the more skilled and precise you will be in controlling the yang fire. Brother Li has already nourished the yang fire to make it clean and bright, yet he has a calm temperament and a mind as peaceful as an ancient well. Isn't this the embodiment of mastery of spiritual practice?" Yan Huan was peeling a kiwi fruit, sucking the juice on his fingertips from time to time.

Li Shuyu was stunned, staring at the bayberry in his hand, and then raised his head slightly, "Master also said the same thing. But I still think it's better to be like my fellow brothers and sisters. There are not many people like me in the sect."

"Just follow your heart. We are all extraordinary people, and we need to practice cultivation! Going with the flow and trying to please others will only make you look vulgar." Yan Huan picked up the rabbit head after eating the kiwi.

The sweet and sour taste stimulates the taste buds, and the piercing taste of the peppercorns makes it very sour and refreshing.

Seeing Yan Huan choking, the monkey standing next to him immediately handed her a few blueberries.

Li Shuyu held his cheeks with both hands, smiling, "It's rare to see someone like Mr. Yan Huan inside or outside the sect. He looks rough, but he's very good at comforting people and speaks very gently."

Eh?
Yan Huan was stunned.

"Gentle"! The last time I saw someone use this word to describe myself was in my previous life, when my first-grade teacher gave me a final review.

"Brother Li, are you from Chengdu?"

“I’m from Beijing.”

"Then why did you go to Sichuan to join the Huode Sect?" Yan Huan asked puzzledly.

"Because my ancestors believed in the God of Fire, they had always been the priests of the Fire God Temple in the city. Later, something happened in my family and we couldn't afford to live there, so we moved to the southwest. I heard about the Fire God Sect in Sichuan, and I happened to have some talent for refining Qi, so I joined the Fire Virtue Sect."

Running a temple brings in tens of millions of dollars a year. What big thing could ruin his fortune?
Yan Huan was too embarrassed to ask about such a matter, but he suddenly had an idea.

Right!

Yan Huan's eyes lit up. The belief in the God of Fire has existed in China since ancient times, and it was not only the Huode Sect that used and played with fire. Li Shuyu was not only a member of the sect, but also a descendant of the priest of the Fire God Temple in Beijing. He should know much more than the Huode Sect.

The clue is here!
Yan Huan pulled down the soft cattails and spread all the wild fruits over.

"Brother Li, there should be no evening classes at this time. I wonder if it is convenient for you. Can you tell me about the God of Fire?"

Li Shuyu hesitated and nodded to apologize to the four Tibetan macaques next to him.

"Looking at how Mr. Yan Huan controls wild beasts, he must be a beastmaster, right? Fire was originally used to drive away wild beasts. Why are you interested in the belief in the God of Fire?"

Yan Huan explained, "No, no, no, this is just an innate skill. Although I can't communicate with animals directly, I can interact with them based on their instincts."

"As for me, I am a sorcerer."

"Witch? Then are you looking for the spirit of fire?" Li Shuyu tilted his head and asked puzzledly.

"Brother Li knows about the Fire Essence!?"

This was an unexpected surprise.

Li Shuyu nodded, "I heard from my great grandfather that he said that wizards know about fire spirits just like dogs see meat, they can find it by smelling the scent. Before the Fire Temple was rebuilt, a wizard who had gone crazy insisted that the fire spirit was in the temple. Later, he even fought with my great grandfather and grandfather, and finally was defeated and fled."

"My grandfather thought he would never come again, but the sorcerer sneaked into the temple late at night and ran away carrying the statue of Fire Lord. My grandfather chased him for fourteen blocks but couldn't catch up with him."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan's brows furrowed, and his face instantly turned grim and dark.

"The sorcerer your great grandfather mentioned, is his last name Feng?"

"Hmm - it seems so." Li Shuyu thought for a while, "Grandpa has dug up his background and found that he seems to be involved with Feng Tianyang, one of the thirty-six thieves who caused the riot, but he seems to have cut off contact with the family."

"Hey? Why do you look so ugly? Is it spicy?"

(End of this chapter)