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

Chapter 50 Are the spirits you two are looking for the same one?
boom!
Bai Yufeng shook his head, and the Tang sword in his hand fell to an unknown place. He was dazed, as if something was pressing against his scalp, making it a little numb.

"What happened? Where's my knife?"

My jaw was burning with pain, as if it was a little dislocated.

He rummaged through the miscellaneous items for a long time before finally retrieving the sword from behind several flattened cardboard boxes.

one move?
Just one move?
"Shouldn't the distance in this world be so far?"

Bai Yufeng felt a pain in his nose and staggered out from the pile of debris.

"Just now doesn't count. I injured my wrist last night."

At this time, Senior Brother Li Changqing came over, leaned his arms on the guardrail of the platform, and looked down.

"Come on, Xiaofeng, be decent. It's not shameful to be inferior to others in skills. Maybe you don't know, Brother Yan is a wizard."

"When you were in a bad mood before, you would practice hard in your room. When did you hurt your wrist? Think about the reason yourself. Haven't you been smart since you were a child?"

witch?
That's witchcraft!

"Brother, what you mean is that my injury was not a coincidence, but was affected by the magic."

Bai Yufeng once tried to learn Qimen, and also had some understanding of witchcraft, but unfortunately he could not learn Qimen, and he had no talent for witchcraft. Speaking of these two techniques, he felt that Qimen was worthy of the word "strange", while witchcraft was worthy of the word "evil"!

All methods and means used to influence gods, ghosts, humans and nature fall into the category of witchcraft, including but not limited to witchcraft, voodoo, witchcraft, and witchcraft... These witchcrafts have different operating principles, but most of them are evil, bizarre and extremely strange.

"Which type is Brother Huan?"

Yan Huan walked over slowly and said, "You have learned too many different things. Strictly speaking, it should be a witch doctor."

Primitive shamans believed that the outside world that had relationships with humans was actually a living spiritual phenomenon.

Based on this belief, they sought the connection between man and the outside world, between man and nature or animals, as well as between man and man, and between the living and the dead, thus generating a variety of conceptual forms.

These forms are reflected in religion as nature worship and spiritual object worship, in clans as totem worship and ancestor worship, and in death as ghost worship and soul worship.

Under this belief and worship concept, the sorcerers developed and eventually became a branch of witchcraft.

The witches and shamans have tapped into the "view of heaven and man" that is invisible to ordinary people, and have made full use of the connection between humans and the spiritual phenomena of life, so they can control the spirits and drive the souls.

Magpies announce good news, crows announce bad news, souls are lost and spirits are scattered...only witches can explain the reasons behind these things.

"I was knocked down by a slap from a wizard who was not possessed by a spirit?"

"me···"

Hey hey!

Li Changqing half-held his chin and said with a smile, "Didn't you promise not to cry?"

"I didn't cry!" Bai Yufeng wiped his tears and snot, "I just think this is a bit unreasonable!"

"I've said before that what we're digging for is the connection between heaven and man. We're the most reasonable ones, and sorcerers are unreasonable." Yan Huan pulled at the pile of debris and pulled Bai Yufeng up.

"The warlock is much more reasonable than you."

"Okay, I'm not from the Sword Pavilion. Your elders have explained these principles many times. You should think about them carefully. I have something else to do. I won't stay with you any longer. Goodbye."

Yan Huan turned around and saw the Pavilion Master who was laughing with joy in front of the study.

"You evil disciple, you deserve this day! Normally I would not be willing to beat you, but luckily I found someone to punish you."

Cough cough cough!

Yan Huan pretended to cough a few times. What a role model! What a role model!
Entering the library, this unremarkable room is actually a different world. Turn left after entering and walk around a brocade screen with landscape painting, and the view will suddenly open up. Bookshelves are lined up here, extending all the way to the corner of the room 30 meters away. The large wooden cabinets on both sides are filled to the brim. The collections in them are probably comparable to those in a small county library.

"Penglai Sword Pavilion, which is about to fade out of the sight of strangers, actually has such a rich foundation in book collection!"

At the entrance, the administrator who had woken up early was still yawning nonchalantly. When he saw the master coming, he immediately put away his sleepiness and stood aside respectfully. "Some of the books about 'elves' are almost worn out by me. You can take those first. As for those that are of unknown origin, I do have urgent matters to refer to, so please wait a moment."

After Qin Jiu finished speaking, he instructed the disciple who was in charge of the library, "This is a distinguished guest. If he wants to take any books, just go and get them."

Seeing his disciple's solemn agreement, the centenarian began to look for the hidden books following the signs.

Yan Huan was not polite and directly searched for all the books about strange beasts. Then he found a spacious desk, spread out the books one by one, and searched one by one according to the catalog.

"Bifang is shaped like a crane, with red markings, green body and a white beak, a human face, two wings and one leg. However, the so-called "one leg" is probably a misconception that Bifang stands on one leg like a crane."

"Holding fire and causing chaos?"

"Was this done by Bifang? Wasn't it the demon beast Fire Crow who did the evil?"

“What kind of people are starting to write books?”

Yan Huan's face darkened and he walked back holding most of the books.

"Brother, are there any local records?"

The administrator nodded, found the book and brought it over.

"Thank you!"

After putting the book about strange beasts back, the administrator lay on the desk in a daze again.

Yan Huan left and Qin Jiu followed.

"Give me the books on exotic animals, and put down the ones built in these places. Oh, and for the books on exotic animals, just pick the bird illustrations."

Ok?
No, Master, I just let it go!
The administrator did as he was told, and after cleaning up, Yan Huan put the book back.

"Are there any legends about birds in our local chronicles? Or records of local disasters in Shandong?"

The administrator's face was filled with black lines, and he crossed his arms and fell into deep thought.

Birds, all birds?
"Excuse me, but are you and your mentor looking for the same bird?"

Yan Huan was stunned, "President Qin is also looking for a bird?"

"Yeah, so I was wondering, could the spirit you two are looking for be the same?"

Yan Huan immersed himself in thought. The spiritual method used by the president relied on scrolls, but there shouldn't be any magical weapon in the world that is powerful enough to support Bifang's possession.

But this was a clue after all, and Yan Huan couldn't let it go, so he hurriedly rushed to the depths of the study.

In the martial arts arena, Li Changqing was still patting his junior brother on the shoulder to comfort him when he heard Yan Huan's voice coming from the study not far away.

"I finally found some clues. This should be correct."

Yan Huan thought to himself, how could the Bifang bird, which is known for its gentleness and docility, cause disaster? Perhaps what was written in the book had misled people from the beginning. It was not that disaster would occur when Bifang arrived, but that Bifang would only appear when disaster occurred. It might be saving people. It was most likely that the bird that Chang Lao met was the wood spirit Bifang.

In this case, my destination should be changed. I should go to Zaozhuang, where Mr. Chang is now.

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Dou Le, who was guarding Mr. Chang's bedside, suddenly received a phone call.

"Mr. Qin, do you have any clues?"

"I just made friends with a sorcerer who knows something about what's going on in your area. I left you my phone number in a text message. Please ask someone to pick me up later. The sorcerer's name is Yan Huan."

"Yan Huan?" Dou Le frowned, and the few remaining strands of hair on his head fluttered. "Why is it him again?"

Just after hanging up the phone, the unconscious old man on the bed suddenly started mumbling: "Save...save them...save my comrades..."

(End of this chapter)