"Your luggage." Valencia jumped off the horse and lifted the huge luggage bag in front of Tang Ling with great effort.
"Thank you." Tang Ling took the luggage bag with one hand and easily carried it on his back.
"Seven kilometers ahead, there is a small pond where you can wash." Valencia reminded Tang Ling that he couldn't travel far away in blood-stained clothes.
"Yes. Remember what I said, we will meet again." Tang Ling smiled, stretched out his hand, patted Valencia on the shoulder, and then turned to leave.
After the wolf disaster, Tang Ling would definitely not stay in Barbato Village again. The faint sense of crisis in his heart had never been eliminated. If he stayed for another minute, the sense of crisis would become even heavier.
He was preparing to leave quietly. In fact, he had exposed too much in the battle with the Wolf King, right
Therefore, he made a secret agreement with Valencia to meet five miles south behind the village as a farewell, and Valencia also brought his luggage to him.
At this time, the night breeze became inexplicably gentle.
Maybe the wolf plague in Barbato Village is over, and even the wind can't help but be gentle, allowing the tired and nervous villagers to spend a good night.
In such a gentle wind, Valencia looked at Tang Ling's walking figure and couldn't help but call out: "Hey, Donnie."
"Huh?" Tang Ling turned around.
"As a friend, can you bear to never let me know who you are?" Valencia stood in the wind with her hands behind her back, feeling a little uneasy, wondering if her request was too much.
What he was even more afraid of was that Tang Ling would refuse. If so, I might just be considered a very light friend in his heart, right
"Haha." Tang Ling smiled, then stopped, took off his backpack, and took out an iron pot from the backpack.
Then he carefully poured out a handful of light green liquid from the iron pot. When the liquid was applied to the hair, the brown hair turned black. When applied to the eyebrows, the brown eyebrows also turned black.
Applying them on the face, the dark skin gradually turns white. To be precise, it is a standard yellow skin, whiter, but with a trace of healthy wheat color.
Finally, Tang Ling spit out two more wooden blocks from his mouth, which were crescent-shaped and seemed to fit perfectly with his teeth.
As the block of wood was spit out, his originally cute pouty face became thinner and more delicate.
Because his face was pouted, his slender eyes were slightly raised, and they returned to their normal angle at this time.
"My name is Tang Ling. I come from Safe Zone No. 17, and now I am going to a distant place." Tang Ling smiled and looked at Valencia.
Valencia looked at the unfamiliar boy in front of him in shock. Is this the real him? Delicate, elegant and clean, with a slightly shy temperament, black hair and black eyes, which gives him a sense of mystery.
What a good-looking young man. Who would have thought that his battle with the Wolf King on the grassland would be so fierce, like a demon king.
As for Tang Ling, the name was unfamiliar, but it was instantly engraved in Valencia's heart.
"I don't mean to guard you. I just want to remind you that you can just remember this name. Never say it to anyone. You will suffer a big disaster, a disaster more terrible than the wolf plague." Tang Ling said seriously. Speaking of.
"Ah? What did you do?" Valencia was slightly shocked.
"I didn't do anything bad." Tang Ling's tone was very calm.
"I believe you." In fact, Valencia was moved. If his identity would bring huge trouble, he still chose not to hide himself.
This is trust, and this is what prairie people believe in exchanging sincerity for sincerity.
"Then I'm leaving. You, grow up well. No matter what happens, please remember that my situation will not be worse than that of a guy named Tang Ling." Tang Ling smiled sincerely.
"Haha." Valencia also laughed and said: "You are obviously younger than me, so you should grow up. I remember that in Barbato Village, there was a girl named Valencia who would become extremely powerful at any time. , waiting to compete with you."
"Okay, then I'm leaving." Tang Ling put the piece of wood back into his mouth, put away the iron pot, turned around, and raised his hand to Valencia in the night wind.
Valencia did not say goodbye, because we will see you again.
She firmly believed that from the moment she met Tang Ling, it was the arrangement of the God of the Grassland and the turning point of her fate.
**
With a bang, Tang Ling popped his head out of the small pond, washed all the blood and stains all over his body, then threw the blood-stained clothes into the fire to be burned, and then threw a fish next to the fire, and from Climbed out of the pond.
The grassland is really a good place. Even in such small ponds, the water quality can barely reach level five drinking water. Unlike in settlements, if you don't drink the domestic water in your mouth, it always has a faint smell of pollution.
If you drink that kind of water, the result will be extremely terrible, but how terrible is it? Tang Ling had never seen it before, he had only heard people say it since he was a child.
He grilled the fish and took out some beast meat to make soup. He was hungry after the battle just now, so he always had to add some more.
Night is not suitable for traveling either. Although the places where the six wolf disasters occurred are all a certain distance away from here, who knows what dangers there may be in the grasslands at night
Looking at the jumping firelight, Tang Ling's heart felt a slightly desolate feeling of loneliness again.
The journey is always like this. One second it was bustling and lively, and the next second you may be alone on the road. You always have to get used to it. You can't say goodbye every time. You will always think of too many past events in your heart.
Tang Ling didn't want to let such thoughts wander, so he took out another iron pot and began to apply it on his hair, eyebrows and face carefully.
The formulas in these two iron pots are all things that Su Xiao recorded in the black book. They are very practical little secrets that can only change the color of hair and skin, but they are enough to make a person initially different.
The discoloration agent prepared from this secret recipe cannot be washed away with ordinary water. Only a special liquid prepared by someone who has studied discoloration agents can wash it off, just like what Tang Ling used when he 'removed' Valencia just now. is one of them.
What's more important is that the materials required for these two recipes are some plants, and they are not rare. Tang Ling can easily gather them in the product-rich Hulloch Mountains.
"Actually, don't think about hiding yourself too hard. It's just a simple thing in nature and a tedious process."
"If we talk about changes in appearance, changes in skin color, height, shortness, fatness, and thinness, it can make a big initial change in a person. Some small tricks can even change the bone appearance, and it is not as complicated as you think. For example, putting a mask in your mouth So a little something”
"The tedious part lies in the details and habits. These are the things that need to be paid attention to at all times. Simply speaking, temperament"
After applying the secret formula, Tang Ling took out the booklet Su Xiao gave him and started reading it.
In fact, as a last words, Tang Ling thought something serious would be written in it.
For example, Long Jun, his own life experience, or some other major events and secrets.
But actually there is none of these.
Uncle Su Xiao's booklet is more like an encyclopedia of life where he writes about whatever comes to his mind.
Perhaps his fate of escaping has already been determined, and he has anticipated this a long time ago. Many of the encyclopedias in it focus on practical rules for risk escaping.
Yes, I expected to run for my life.
Tang Ling lay on the grass and covered his face with the booklet. After all, Uncle Su Xiao believed in Tang Feng and prepared something with him.
It is indeed very practical. Just like this set of techniques for hiding and changing oneself, according to the records in Uncle Su Xiao's booklet, they are the quick-fix techniques of Qianmianjun, a disguise master from the Long Army.
In short, if it weren't for the close personal relationship between Uncle Su Xiao and him, this set of skills would not be available to others.
It's just that time goes by.
Where have all the fascinating characters gone? Tang Ling had personally experienced the benefits of this technique, so he felt even deeper.
He was thinking about this problem, but what he actually didn't notice was that although there was no introduction about Long Jun in the booklet Su Xiao left, everything about Long Jun invaded his mind in a trivial way. In the heart, it is difficult to remove.
**
If something like a two-person flight instrument were placed in pre-civilization, it would definitely be something that could satisfy most people's ultimate fantasy of flying.
It's not big, it's just a box connected from front to back. The person in front controls the direction, and the people behind just follow.
This is very much like the 'artistic conception' of a two-person bicycle in pre-civilization times.
When flying, two sharp, technological wings will protrude from this half-person-high box, and there will be an egg-shaped transparent cover to wrap the person inside.
The cover will automatically form oxygen circulation and maintain a suitable temperature to protect people flying at high altitudes.
As for the wings, they can be lifted into the air by waving, but this function is not practical.
First, it can only rise to a height of about 150 meters.
Second, this method is very slow.
This may be a sentiment or a bad taste of the designer of this ultra-technical flying instrument. Anyway, it is only suitable for show-off.
But to underestimate it because of this is an absolute joke.
When it started flying, both its lift-off speed and its cruising speed were no worse than those of pre-civilized large passenger aircraft.
As for comparing it to the most advanced fighter jets from previous civilizations? Maybe a little worse.
In fact, something like this may be possible with the technological level of previous civilizations, but the key is the issue of energy. For such a small instrument, what energy can be used to maintain such a speed and ensure flight time at the same time
Unless controllable nuclear fusion is achieved? This is an important step for pre-civilizations to step out of this planet, fly out of this small galaxy, and go into the universe.
It is a pity that the research on this great technology has just begun in pre-civilization, and the Purple Moon Era has arrived.
What's even more pity is that in the Ziyue era, there was a strong energy source, the universal energy stone, and batteries made from the energy of the universal energy stone, but the technological inheritance was completely cut off.
However, mysterious super-technologies have spread out from nowhere. Due to the cessation of technological inheritance and some other reasons, there is no way for these super-technical things to be mass-produced and benefit the entire human race.
Therefore, this has formed such a strange era.
Primitive and advanced coexist, backward but forward symbiotically coexist. People like primitive people with little information and people who have seen the universe from a higher altitude than previous civilizations are all under the same sky.
Just like the current grassland, it should be a typical example of primitiveness, backwardness and isolation.
Tang Long took off his flying instrument, sat down and started practicing. The two-person flying instrument looked very cool, but actually using it to fly long distances was not a very pleasant thing.
After all, it was not a large passenger aircraft from pre-civilizations that provided comfort.
What you face is always the endless sky and the constant buzzing noise in your ears.
"Master Long. In five minutes, someone will come to pick us up." At this time, Li Wu also took off the flight instrument and was packing some things.
Tang Long had no expression. He didn't know why he always had some strange feelings in his heart after coming to this grassland. What was this strangeness? Tang Long was still confused for a moment.
"By the way, Mr. Long. Tonight is the night of the wolf disaster in the grassland, so it may not be so peaceful." Li Wu thought about it and felt that it was still necessary to report this matter.
"A very powerful wolf?" Tang Long opened his eyes slightly.
"It's not great. I can easily kill a group of them all by myself. The only strange thing is that these wolves will retreat automatically every time it gets dark." Li Wu curled his lips.
"I don't care, nor do I care." Tang Long closed his eyes.
Li Wu was asking for trouble. Is it necessary to report such a trivial matter? However, when Mr. Long sees it and asks about it, he will definitely feel that he is in a disadvantageous position, right
Li Wu was thinking about some boring things. He looked up and saw a large carriage speeding towards him from a distance.
At the same time, Tang Long also opened his eyes and asked without warning: "Li Wu, what is the connection between the Xunzhou Plan and the Xunchu Plan?"
"Uh." A trace of warmth appeared on Li Wu's forehead. In fact, how did he know there was any connection
If I can still know a little bit about the Xunzhou Plan based on my identity, it is already a great thing that I can know the name of the Xunchu Plan.
How would he answer this kind of question? As Young Master Long, he only had a small amount of information, so how could he know too much
Fortunately, Tang Long had no intention of letting Li Wu answer. He just said to himself: "Perhaps, if you truly know the Xunchu plan, all the secrets will be solved, right?"
"Sir foster father, why do you need me to participate in the boat-finding plan now?" Tang Long murmured, his voice so quiet that even Li Wu couldn't hear what he was saying.
At this time, the large carriage had already galloped in front of Tang Long and Li Wu.
Compared with Tang Long's hovercar, this carriage can be said to be extremely crude, but every horse it pulls is a red-maned iron-scaled horse, which is already the best means of transportation that can be found on this grassland.
The Star Council cannot be too showy here.
But Tang Long didn't show anything special about this. He tried hard to suppress the weird feeling in his heart, then got on the carriage and said lightly: "Let's go."
The wind in the grassland is particularly gentle tonight, which is much more comfortable than the cold wind that can occasionally be felt while flying in the sky.
But the moment Tang Long boarded the carriage, he became inexplicably agitated, so much so that the wind around him became frantic.
(End of chapter)