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

Chapter 62: Wood Spirit Bifang
"I won't torment you, so how can I ask you to do murder and arson? Can the job that uncle assigns to you be unfair to you?"

Yan Huan clinked the wine glass with reluctance, but then took a sip carefully as if he were drinking boiled water.

To be honest, in order to ease Xiao Zizai's inner demons, Dou Leneng arranged some independent tasks for him to start eating meat. From this point of view, he is a considerate leader of his subordinates.

It's a pity that Yan Huan had made an agreement with Northeast China before, and it would be difficult for him to go back on his word for no reason.

"Uncle Dou, I appreciate your kindness, but I have an agreement with the person in charge in the Northeast. Before I reply to them, I really can't give you a proper advice."

Dou Le stroked his sparse hair and said, "The economy in the Northeast has been sluggish in recent years. It's nothing like our Magic City!"

"But we can't afford the prices of goods and housing there." Yan Huan smiled bitterly.

"Food and lodging included."

Dou Le took a sip of wine and saw that Yan Huan still did not waver, and seemed a little angry.

"Just wait!"

Beep!
Taking out his cell phone from his chest, Dou Le dialed Gao Lian's number.

"Hey! Gao Lian, you old feudal stubborn man, how can you do things like this! You don't even inform me before doing anything. I'll go."

After saying that, Dou Le pointed at the phone towards Yan Huan.

"Just look at the nicknames he gave his two daughters, 'Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang', and you'll know this old feudalist has no new ideas. You'll feel aggrieved if you get along with him. What I'm saying is, it's better to hang out with Uncle Dou than to be bullied by him."

Gao Lian, who was warming himself by the fire, suddenly became confused. "No, Dad, who are you talking to? The phone call is still on, I'm listening to everything! What did I do to you?"

The major leaders had not been in contact with each other for such a long time, and Gao Lian was almost unable to continue his work after being scolded all over.

"Okay, I'll go to your place!" Dou Le hung up the phone.

beep...
"Fuck you!" Gao Lian, who was holding back his anger, gritted his teeth and said to his phone, "Er Zhuang, check the browsing history of this guy's phone for me. Let me see what he does on a daily basis. Pick out something interesting and I'll post it to the work group."

Er Zhuang: -_-||
This doesn't seem a bit bad, right?
···
Yan Huan rubbed his swollen forehead and passed the cup of tea to him.

Is this how all the regional leaders deal with each other?
Today was really an eye-opener.

"Uncle Dou, you've drunk too much. Get some tea to sober you up."

"I didn't drink too much!"

Got it!

At the dinner table, those who say they are not drunk are definitely drunk.

Mr. Chang smiled helplessly, took a bite of the cold baby cabbage, and looked at the driver beside him.

"I've troubled you to act as my tour guide these past few days, but you haven't said a word. Are you shy?"

The man smiled innocently, "That's right!"

He doesn't even know how he is qualified to sit at this table, and yet he's talking!

Yan Huan covered his fingers, used Qi to expel the alcohol from his fingertips, and asked the driver beside him.

"I'm ashamed to say that I haven't asked your name yet."

The tour guide has been here for three days, but he hasn't mentioned my name yet. I am really impolite.

"We are of the same mind, Zhao Hongbin. But now we should call it the Truth Seeking Society." The eldest brother touched his head and said with a smile.

During the Jiashen Rebellion, the four families of Yanwutang, Ziranmen, Yiliu and Huangmen suffered heavy losses, especially after the leaders of Yiliu and Ziranmen were killed by Zhang Huaiyi, they quickly declined. These relatively small sects were often looked down upon and despised by the big families. Gradually, the four sects came together and merged into a new force - the Qiuzhen Society.

"A stream of air?"

"Yes, the air flows through, the infinite is the Tai Chi."

Taiji moves and gives birth to Yang, moves to the extreme and becomes still, stillness gives birth to Yin, stillness gives birth to movement again. One moves and one stillness, each is the root of the other. Yin and Yang are separated, and the two principles are established. Yang changes and Yin combines, giving birth to water, fire, wood, metal and earth. The five elements are distributed in order, and the four seasons run. The five elements are one Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang are one Taiji, and Taiji is originally Wuji.

Yi Qi flow, also known as Yi Qi flow throughout the body, is a method of applying Tai Chi theory to the human body. What they pursue is an optimal virtuous cycle of Qi flow.

"Excuse me, Brother Zhao. Please add me as your WeChat friend. I'm thinking of discussing philosophy with you later."

Yiliu, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and the operation of the five elements of the human body. After Yan Huan collected the essence of the five elements, he wanted to complete the final five elements. Perhaps the martial arts books in Yiliu Sect would give him great inspiration. Zhao Hongbin added his friends and seemed to be generous with the sect's techniques.

According to him, the ancestors of the sect wanted to keep their skills secret too much, so some of the exquisite and mysterious techniques were not passed down.

It is contradictory that one wants to inherit the legacy but does not dare to pass it all on to others.

The loss of some skills and techniques today may have a lot to do with the idea of ​​"teaching the apprentice and starving the master".

"Okay, Mr. Yan, do you think we should spend the time with you young people today, or go get my bone chain to perform a ritual?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongbin immediately took over the conversation.

"Of course, the matters concerning Elder Chang and Young Brother are more urgent."

"Then let's go. We've just had enough food and wine and are in high spirits." Old Chang stood up slowly. "It's really hard for you to waste another day with me, an old man. This should have been done earlier."

Yan Huan smiled and shook his head.

A good meal is not afraid of being late.

After leaving the restaurant that specializes in Hunan cuisine, Yan Huan found a large bathhouse to take a shower, change clothes, and wash off the smell of alcohol.

Returning to the quiet little garden beside the poplar forest, the offerings were once again set out on the eight-immortal table.

The smoke from burning incense curled up, and next to the incense burner were sacrificial offerings. Because Yan Huanquan didn't know what Bifang liked, he followed the bird's habits.

The porcelain plates containing the tributes included silkworm pupae, monkey eggs, and fresh and plump grains.

A bone chain was coiled in the center of the tribute, and it looked particularly sacred and solemn under the curling green smoke.

clap clap!

Yan Huan clapped his hands, put his hands together, and walked around the altar a few times.

"Is there a formula for this thing? Or is there some other trick to activate it?"

"Bifang?"

Yan Huan shouted, but the bone chain didn't move at all, and there was no sign of the elf at all.

"Ahem, bone chain that hides the power of wood spirit, show me your true strength, and I will sign a contract with you..."

"What are you doing?"

Before Yan Huan finished singing the lyrics, a clear and bright voice came from behind him.

Well!
Yan Huan seemed to be interrupted unexpectedly, and her cheeks were slightly red. "I just want to seek a little sense of ritual. Cancer people are like this."

"But you are an Aries." Qingming said lightly.

"I'm repenting, sister! I forgot that you two were once colleagues." Yan Huan covered her face. She didn't know where she learned that line from. It was so catchy that she sang it out unconsciously. Thinking back on it now, she felt a little ashamed.

Qingming sighed helplessly, drifted aside, and said to Chonggu Lian: "Bifang, why don't you come out and talk?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames of the incense and candles on the altar began to tremble violently, the celadon plates made crisp sounds, and silkworm pupae scattered onto the table.

The smoke from the incense rose straight up, and a faint green light faded from the surface of the bone chain, condensing into the mist like a dancing sleeve.

A shrill, irritable and bored cry exploded from the mist. "I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed, but there is still such a strong stench around. I can smell it from 800 meters away. Jin Jing, Jin Jing, is this the master you chose this time? When did you, who was always so arrogant and cold, lower yourself to this level?"

"Hey, hey!" Yan Huan clapped her hands and interrupted, "I'm offended."

"Shut up! Little brat, do you have the right to speak here!?"

Yan Huan stared at the green smoke forming in the air, feeling a little surprised.

According to ancient books, the wood spirit Bifang was always gentle. When did he become such a grumpy guy?
Even if you wake up in a grumpiness state after a hundred years of dormancy, it shouldn't be this bad.

This is the essence of wood, not the essence of fire!

The "Bai Ze Jingguai Tu" circulated among the people says that "the fire spirit is called Bifang", but that is a rumor about the evil bird "Fire Crow". Don't really think of yourself as a fire spirit.

(End of this chapter)