Chapter 466 Old Wuen (First Update)

When the Fairy from the Sky and the Sword of the Sky collided, Meng Qi and the Sword Emperor's spirits and qi entangled and stimulated each other, climbing to a realm he had never reached before.

At this moment, he felt that there was no difference between himself and the world, and his spirit blended with nature, as if he had become a part of it. Therefore, what the world felt was what he felt, and the movement of every hair of the people near the peak seemed to emerge clearly in his heart.

Surrounded by the surging and invisible sea of ​​​​vital energy, the body was immersed in it, all the pores opened, hungry and smooth breathing them, as if returning to the arms of the mother!

This is an unprecedented comfort, this is the unity of man and nature.

With the help of the Sword Emperor's qi and the sword that both sides were unable to change, Meng Qi briefly stepped into this realm!

All kinds of things he had experienced in the past, the current subtle state, and the grand road in the future, flowed through Meng Qi's heart one by one. He looked at the Sword Emperor, both happy and disappointed.

The spirits and spirits of both sides gathered at one point at their peak, producing a wonderful change, collapsing into a dark and deep black dot.

The black dot stretched, cracks appeared, and white light burst out, drowning the horizon.

Before being swallowed by the white light, Meng Qi saw the Sword Emperor's body disintegrate, saw him crush his own external demon to death, saw his soul transparent, and rejuvenated, vaguely familiar.

The brilliant white faded, and so did the dimness. Meng Qi heard the melodious bird song in his ears. Even in early winter, there are birds that are not afraid of the severe cold.

The grass roots covered by the thin snow, the dormant vitality, the messy stones, and the pedestrians in the distance all emerged clearly in Meng Qi's mind.

But this strange feeling of being no different from you and me in the world slowly faded, and Meng Qi returned to his previous state. He could vaguely sense the power of the world and grasp the laws of natural cycles, but it was hazy and there was a barrier that could not be crossed for the time being.

However, Meng Qi smiled sincerely. With this brief experience, he would be able to achieve unity between man and nature before the next mission after initially building his own path. What he needed now was to temper his martial arts will and polish his mind with the help of hunting the wolf king to see if he could be in harmony with the initially built path. If not, he would have to start all over again. There was no regret in the gate, and he couldn't be impatient.

By then, if he could be in harmony and enter the state of unity between man and nature, he would have two or three years less time to think than He Jiu, Wang Siyuan and others, and he only needed to consolidate and adjust.

Patting his blue shirt, Meng Qi slowly stood up and looked around. Because he was in a daze at the time, his whole body and mind were in perception and thinking. He didn't know the specific time when he was pulled into reincarnation by the foreign demon, so naturally he couldn't judge the comparison of the flow of time on both sides.

"What on earth is going on with this foreign demon? It inexplicably dragged me in, and then inexplicably killed me..." Meng Qi believed that he was definitely the most confused one among those who survived the foreign demon's backlash. He could only use inexplicable to describe it. "The Sword Emperor looked familiar when he was young, but there are many people with two or three points of similar appearance..."

Meng Qi thought about it for a while, but got nothing. He identified the location and went in the opposite direction instead of going to the grassland.

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In early November, the grassland was covered with white, and it was a heavy snow that was rare in a century.

This is one of the things that herders hate the most, the white disaster!

The snow is very thick. In some places, it is not deep but has formed an ice layer. The cattle, sheep and livestock cannot dig through the surface and eat the grass below. They are frozen to death in batches. So the tribes drove their livestock to gather in the big tribes, and they were willing to hand over more than half of their property, because there were shamans of the Changsheng Sect and powerful grassland warriors there, who could melt the snow and eliminate the white disaster.

After many tribes migrated, they arrived at Gegengaole. A clear river meandered around many tents, miraculously without freezing.

This place is close to the border and is a gathering place for business. It is full of people with various accents. Goods from the south are always coveted, but only the noble leaders in the tribe can afford them.

Listening to the noise of cattle and sheep screaming, smelling the mixture of various strange smells, Lao Wuen tightened his old fur coat, looked at the warriors and herdsmen who were drunk in the tent, and counted the silver, copper coins and cattle and sheep skins with satisfaction. Today is another day of harvest.

Since the white disaster came, one tribe after another came to Gegengaole, surpassing any time in the past, and the people of the grassland gathered together, and their favorite things were horse racing, wrestling, archery, martial arts, and drinking!

This made Lao Wuen's "tavern" business more prosperous.

"Old man, I heard that you used to be a good hunter who could go deep into the grassland and hunt wolf monsters?" A drunkard asked loudly with his chest half exposed.

Wu En smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be blooming flowers: "No, no, I didn't know that there was such a thing."

"I said that you look so thin and skinny, how can you be a good hunter?" The drunkard sat down contentedly, "God of Immortality, I never make the mistake of people!"

Wu En didn't speak, looking at the cow and sheep skin in his hand, his eyes were slightly deep, as if recalling something.

These barbarians, the Khan has issued an order to promote the newly minted copper coins and silver cakes, but they still come with cow and sheep skins... Wu En sighed and scolded these people from small tribes. The grassland is vast and the tribes are scattered. It is easy to gather together to rob the south, but it is very difficult to popularize certain things.

Suddenly, the tent's felt curtain was lifted, and a cold wind blew in, making people shiver involuntarily.

A man dressed in grassland winter clothes came in from outside, with his hair loose and left-side lapel, two beautiful mustaches, and eyes like black gems.

He was not very old, with a long sword on his waist, and seemed no different from a wandering swordsman. He walked straight to Old Wuen.

"Pay first and then get the wine." Old Wuen explained the rules without even raising his eyes.

"One tael of gold for one tael of wine." The man said in a rather strange accent, as if he was not used to the grassland language.

Old Wuen's movements of counting cow and sheep skins froze, and he slowly raised his head and said, "This wine is only borrowed, not sold."

He spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid that the other party would not understand the grassland language.

"Lend me nine jars." The visitor did not hesitate.

Wuen called the dumb boy who followed him and asked him to watch the tent. He turned around and led the visitor to the small tent at the back.

"Where's the seal?" After entering the tent, Wu En suddenly spoke fluent Central Plains dialect, which was the official language of the Jin Dynasty and the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

In the hand of the visitor, there was a green official seal, which shone with a hazy glow and showed two words: "Bu Feng".

"Qingshou Constable, you are Qingshou Constable at such a young age. The old man worked hard for half his life to get Qingshou..." Wu En looked at the other party and understood that his strength was definitely extraordinary, otherwise he would not be Qingshou Constable at such a young age.

The visitor was Meng Qi. After leaving the grassland border, he contacted a spy of the Six Gates of the Jin Dynasty in the Northern Zhou Dynasty according to the previous preparations, and tried to help himself find the Wolf King through the grassland intelligence network of the Six Gates.

After being introduced, he set off to Gegen Gaole.

When he was young, Wu En was a famous warrior in the grasslands. However, he offended a tribal nobleman and was almost killed, and his wife and daughter became slaves. Fortunately, the Six Gates took a fancy to him and used a spy to make the nobleman suddenly die. His children fought for the property, which made Wu En take his family south to Gegen Gaole.

From then on, he hated the unrestrained nobles and served the Great Jin wholeheartedly.

Meng Qi touched the two mustaches he had deliberately grown and smiled, "Finally, I can speak the Great Jin language. I can only pretend to be indifferent and cold during this period of time to avoid exposing myself by talking too much."

A month of intensive training only allowed him to barely understand a small part of the grassland language, and what he could speak was even more limited.

"The grassland language is not difficult to learn at all, but the official language, hey, the old man learned it for a full ten years before he could speak fluently." Wu En looked as if he couldn't bear the past, and then his face became serious, "My comrade, what do you want to know from the old man?"

He didn't ask the purpose of the wind-catching spy.

"I'm here to kill the Wolf King." Meng Qi said calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Kill the Wolf King?" But Wu En didn't think so!

His eyes widened, and he looked at the man with two small mustaches in front of him as if he was looking at a monster.

Who is the Wolf King? No. 1 on the current human list!

He has hunted many masters on the grassland, causing public outrage, but to this day, no one can do anything to him. You know, there was a tribe's field scene to look for him!

Not to mention his own strength, just the style of fleeing immediately after a missed attack is extremely headache.

Is the Wolf King so easy to kill?

Meng Qi smiled brightly: "Yes, please ask Qing Shou to help find him. The Wolf King is listed in the sea arrest documents of the Six Gates."

The Wolf King once hunted Dajin masters, so he is naturally on the sea arrest documents.

"If the Wolf King was so easy to find, he would have died a hundred times earlier." Wu En frowned and shook his head.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, completely agreeing with him. He had obtained a relatively detailed file of the Wolf King from the spy before, which contained a list of most of the people he had hunted, including the date of the killing, the strength at the time, the background, and the location of the incident. After reading it, he felt that the Wolf King killed people completely at random, suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, and the strength of the killed people was high and low. If there was not enough time to analyze, it was really hard to find the possible hidden pattern.

The only thing that can be seen is that as the Wolf King's strength grows, he no longer has a strong desire to kill people who are much weaker than himself, but there are a few sporadic ones, as if they were casually done.

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 can survive until now, he must be very sensitive to danger, and he may smell something wrong and wait patiently, and then suddenly attack after his strength breaks through to perfection, putting himself to death.

"I wonder if Qingshou has any news about the Wolf King?" Meng Qi looked at the local snake Wu En sincerely.

Wu En pondered for a moment and said, "What you know is what the old man knows, but some people may know more."

"Who?" Meng Qi was trying his best to save his life, but who knew there was actually a clue?

Wu En said in a deep voice, "The Wolf King has killed many grassland warriors, most of whom are young people with good talents and extraordinary strength. Some of them are sons of tribal nobles, and some are disciples of some well-known warriors. After they die, how can their relatives and friends not want revenge?"

"Those with more deep hatred secretly formed the 'Wolf Killing Society' to contact each other, exchange information, and kill the Wolf King. They are all over the grassland and may know more about the whereabouts of the Wolf King."

"Wolf Killing Society..." This was the first time Meng Qi heard of this organization.

Wu En exhaled: "I don't know much about the 'Wolf Killing Society'. I only know a few of its members. If you want to join, I can introduce you to one or two, but I don't know if it's dangerous to join."

Meng Qi pondered for a moment, then bowed and said: "Please introduce me, Qing Shou."

His tone was firm, without any hesitation.

There is one more update before twelve o'clock~