When the Heavenly Flying Immortal and Chaotian Yijian collided, Meng Qi and the Sword Emperor's spirits became entangled and stimulated each other, rising to a level he had never reached before. 23x
At this moment, he felt that there was no difference between himself and the heaven and earth, inside and outside. The spirit and nature blended together and seemed to become a part of it. Therefore, what he felt in the world was what he felt. The movements of every hair of the people near the peak seemed to be in his heart. Emerge clearly.
Surrounded by the surging and invisible sea of vitality, the body is immersed in it, all the pores are opened, hungry and thirsty, and vomiting them smoothly, as if returning to the mother's arms
This is unprecedented comfort, this is the unity of nature and man.
With the help of the Sword Emperor's qi pull, and with the help of a sword that both sides were unable to change, Meng Qi briefly stepped into this realm.
All the things he had experienced in the past, the current subtle state, and the grand road ahead, all flowed through Meng Qi's heart one by one. He and the Sword Emperor looked at each other with both joy and sadness.
The spirits and minds of both sides condensed at one point at their peak, undergoing wonderful changes and collapsing into a dark and deep black spot.
Black spots stretched, cracks appeared, and white light burst out, flooding the horizon.
Before being engulfed by the white light, Meng Qi saw the Sword Emperor's physical body disintegrate, saw him crush his external demon to death, saw his soul become transparent and rejuvenate, and he looked vaguely familiar.
The brilliant white faded, and so did the darkness. Meng Qi heard the sweet singing of birds. Even in early winter, there were birds that were not afraid of the cold.
The grass roots covered by a thin layer of snow, the dormant vitality, the messy rocks, and the pedestrians in the distance all appeared clearly in Meng Qi's mind.
But this strange feeling of being different from the world and you and me slowly faded away, and Meng Qi returned to his previous state. He could vaguely sense the power of heaven and earth, and grasp the laws of natural cycles, but he was hazy and temporarily unable to do so. A barrier that transcends.
However, Meng Qi showed a heartfelt smile and had this short first-in experience. After initially constructing his own path, he will definitely be able to unite nature and man before the next mission. What he needs now is to temper his martial will and polish his mind with the help of hunting the Wolf King to see if he is consistent with the initially constructed path. If not, you will have to start all over again. There will be no regrets and no urgency at Xuan Guan.
By the time. If Cheng He enters the realm of unity between man and nature, he will have two or three years less thinking time than He Jiu, Wang Siyuan and others, and will only need to consolidate and adjust.
Patting his green shirt, Meng Qi slowly stood up and looked around. Because he was living in a hazy state at that time, his whole body was absorbed in perception and thinking, and he didn't know the specific time when he was pulled into reincarnation by the external demon. Naturally, there is no way to judge the comparison of the time flow speeds on both sides.
What is going on with this external demon? It pulled me in for no reason, and was killed for no apparent reason. Meng Qi believes that he is definitely the most confused person among those who have survived the backlash of the external demon. It can only be described as inexplicable. The Sword Emperor looked a bit familiar when he was young, but there are many similar ones with two or three points of appearance.
Meng Qi thought about it for a while, but found nothing, and finally figured out the location. Instead of going to the grassland, we went in the opposite direction.
In early November, the grassland was filled with white. A once-in-a-century heavy snowfall
This is one of the things that herdsmen hate the most, white disaster
The snow was very thick, and in some places it was not deep but there was a layer of ice. Cattle, sheep and livestock could not break through the surface and ate the grass below. They froze to death in batches and starved to death. So each tribe drove their livestock They would be willing to hand over more than half of their belongings even if they gathered in a large tribe, because there were shamans from the Immortality Sect and powerful grassland warriors who could melt the snow and eliminate white disasters.
After many tribesmen migrated, they arrived at Pueraria Gaole. A clear river meandered around many tents, miraculously not freezing.
This place is close to the border and is a gathering place for business and trade. It is full of people with various accents. Goods from the south are always coveted, but only the noble leaders of the tribe can afford them.
Listening to the noise of cattle and sheep, and smelling the mixture of strange smells, Old Wu En tightened his old fur, looked at the drunken warriors and herdsmen in the tent, and counted the silver and copper coins with satisfaction. Wagyu and sheep skins, today is another good harvest day.
Since the disaster has come, tribes have come one after another, more than ever before. When the grassland people get together, their favorite things are horse racing, wrestling, archery competitions, and drinking.
This made Lao Uen's tavern business more and more prosperous.
Old guy, I heard that you used to be a good hunter who could go deep into the grassland and kill wolves and monsters. He asked loudly with the breasts of a drunkard.
Wu En smiled along with him, the wrinkles on his face were like blooming flowers: "Where, where, I didn't even know this happened."
I just said that your wizened and thin look is nothing like the good hunter. The drunkard sat down contentedly. God will live forever. I will never see the wrong person.
Wu En didn't speak. He looked at the cow and sheep skin in his hand with a deep look in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.
These barbarians, the Great Khan issued an order to promote the newly minted copper coins and silver cakes, but they still came with cattle and sheep skins. Wu En sighed and cursed these small tribesmen. The grassland is vast and the tribes are scattered. It's easy to get together and rob the South, but it's very difficult to popularize something.
Suddenly, the felt curtain of the tent was lifted, and a cold wind blew in, making people shiver involuntarily.
A man wearing prairie winter clothes came in. He had his hair cut down to the left, a beautiful mustache, and his eyes were like black gems.
He was not very old, and he had a long knife on his waist. He seemed to be no different from a wandering swordsman, and he walked straight to Old Unn.
Pay first and get the drink later. Lao Wuen explained the rules without raising his eyes.
One ounce of gold and one ounce of wine. The man spoke with a rather strange accent, as if he was not used to Prairie language.
Old Wu En's movement of counting the cows and sheepskins froze, and he slowly raised his head and said: This wine is only for loan, not for sale.
He spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid that the other party would not understand the Prairie dialect.
Lend me nine altars. The visitor did not hesitate.
Wu En called the mute boy who was following him and asked him to look at the tent. He turned around and led the visitor to the small tent at the back.
After Yin Ni entered the tent, Wu En suddenly spoke fluently in the Central Plains dialect, which is the official dialect of the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
There was a cyan official seal in the visitor's palm, blooming with misty light, and two words appeared: Catching the Wind.
The green ribbon captures the head. At such a young age, he was the Qingshou headhunter. The old man had worked hard for half his life to get the Qingshou headhunter. Wu En looked at the other party and understood that his strength was definitely extraordinary, otherwise he would not have been the Qingshou headhunter at such a young age.
The person coming was none other than Meng Qi. After he left the grassland border, based on his previous preparations, he contacted an agent from the Six Gates of Dajin in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and tried to help him find the Wolf King through the six gates' grassland intelligence network.
After being introduced, he set off to Kudak Gol.
When Lao Wuen was young, he was a famous warrior on the grassland, but he offended a certain tribal noble. He was almost killed, and his wife and daughter were made slaves. Fortunately, the Six Gates took a fancy to him and used a secret agent to cause the nobleman to die suddenly. His children fought fiercely to fight for the property, and then he was allowed to die. Unn took his family south to Kudg Gol.
From then on, he hated the unfettered nobility. Serve the Jin Dynasty wholeheartedly.
Meng Qi touched the two beards that he had grown deliberately and said with a smile: I can finally speak Dajin dialect. During this period, I can only pretend to be cold and cold to avoid speaking too much and exposing myself.
A month of supplementary training only allowed him to barely understand a small part of the prairie dialect. What I can say is even more limited.
Prairie dialect is not difficult to learn at all, but it is Mandarin. Hey, it took the old man ten years to learn it fluently. Wu En looked like he couldn't remember the past. Then his face became solemn. Comrade, what do you want to know from the old man
He did not ask the spy's purpose.
I'll kill the Wolf King. Meng Qi said calmly. As if talking about a trivial matter.
Kill the Wolf King, but Wu En doesn't think so.
His eyes widened, looking at the man with the two mustaches in front of him like a monster.
Who is the Wolf King? He is the number one person in the current rankings.
He has hunted many good players on the grassland and caused public outrage, but to this day, no one can do anything to him. You must know that there were once tribal agents who went out to look for him.
Not to mention his own strength, just missing a hit and immediately escaping from a distance is a headache.
Is the Wolf King so easy to kill
Meng Qi showed a bright smile: Yes, Qing Shou was asked to help find the person. On the six-door sea fishing document, the Wolf King was clearly listed.
The Wolf King once hunted down the masters of the Jin Dynasty, so it was naturally mentioned in the hunting documents.
If the Wolf King had been found so easily, he would have died a hundred times earlier. Unn frowned and shook his head.
Meng Qi nodded slightly and fully agreed with his statement. At the Secret Service, he got a relatively detailed information on the Wolf King, which included a list of most of the people he had hunted, including the date of the killing. After reading about the strength, background, and the place of the accident, I felt that the Wolf King killed people completely at will. Suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, the strength of the person killed was high or low. If there is not enough time to analyze, it is impossible to find it. There may be hidden patterns.
The only thing that can be seen is that as the Wolf King's strength grows, he no longer kills people who are much weaker than him, but he does it here and there, as if he does it casually.
If there is no way to trace the Wolf King, then we can only take the risk of luring him to attack. But the Wolf King must be very sensitive to danger if he can survive until now. He can smell something wrong without any reason and wait patiently until his strength reaches half a step to perfection. , and then suddenly attacked, putting himself to death.
I wonder if there is any news about the Wolf King in Qingshou. Meng Qi looked at the local snake Wu En sincerely.
Wu En thought about it and said: What you know is what the old man knows, but some people may know more.
Who knows that Meng Qi actually has a clue
Wu En said in a deep voice: The Wolf King has killed many grassland warriors, most of them are young people with good talents and extraordinary strength. Some of them are the sons of tribal nobles, and some are the disciples of a well-known warrior. After they die, their relatives and friends How can a friend not want revenge
Among them, those with more deep-seated hatred secretly formed a wolf-killing guild to communicate with each other, exchange information, and kill the wolf king. They were spread throughout the grassland and may have more knowledge about the wolf king's whereabouts.
Wolf Killing Club Meng Qi heard about this organization for the first time.
Wu En breathed out: The old man doesn't know much about the Wolf Killing Club, he only knows a few of its members. If you want to join, you can introduce them to them, but the old man doesn't know whether joining is dangerous.
Meng Qi pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Please introduce me to Qingshou."
His tone was firm and unwavering. . .
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