When the flying immortal from the sky and Chaotian sword were in contact, Meng Qi and the sword emperor entangled in their spiritual energy, stimulated each other, and climbed to a state he had never reached before.

At this moment, he felt that there was no difference between himself and heaven and earth, and the spirit and nature blended together, as if it had become a part of it. So what the heaven and earth felt was what he felt, and the movements of every hair of the people near the peak seemed to appear clearly in his heart.

Around me is a surging and invisible sea of ​​vitality. The body is soaked in it, all the pores are opened, and they are breathing in hunger and smoothly, as if they are back to their mother's arms!

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

With the help of the sword emperor's qi, and with the help of this sword that both sides were unable to change, Meng Qi briefly entered this realm!

All the things experienced in the past, the subtle state of the present, and the magnificent road to the future flowed through Meng Qi's heart one by one. He looked at the sword emperor, both happy and sad.

The spirit and spirit of both sides condensed at one point in the peak posture, resulting in a wonderful change and collapsed into dark and deep black dots.

The black dots stretch, cracks appear, and white light bursts, flooding the horizon.

Before being swallowed by the white light, Meng Qi saw the sword emperor's body disintegrating, saw him killing his external demon, and saw his soul transparent and rejuvenated, and he looked a little familiar.

The brilliant white faded, and the dimness was the same. Meng Qi heard the pleasant song of birds in his ears. Even in early winter, there were birds that were not afraid of the cold.

The grassroots covered by thin snow, the dormant vitality, the messy stones, and the pedestrians in the distance all appeared clearly in Meng Qi's heart.

But this strange feeling that is different from heaven and earth is not different from you and me slowly faded away, and Meng Qi returned to his previous state, vaguely sensing the power of heaven and earth, grasping the laws of natural circulation, but it is hazy and has a diaphragm that cannot be overcome for the time being.

However, Meng Qi showed a sincere smile, with this brief intrusion experience. With the initial construction of his own path, before the next mission, he will definitely be able to be united by nature. What he needs now is to use the help of hunting the wolf king to temper his martial arts will and polish his mind, and see if he is in harmony with the initial construction of his path. Otherwise, he will have to start again, and there is no regret in the entrance and he will be anxious.

At that time, if you are harmonious and enter the state of unity between man and nature, you will have two or three years less time to think than He Jiu, Wang Siyuan and others, and you only need to consolidate and adjust.

After patting the green shirt, Meng Qi slowly stood up and looked around. Because he was in a daze at that time, his whole body and mind were in perception and thinking. He did not know the specific time he was pulled into the cycle of reincarnation by the external demon. Naturally, he could not judge the comparison of the flow rate of time between the two sides.

"What's going on with this external demon? I was pulled in for no reason and was killed for no reason..." Meng Qi believed that he was definitely the most confused person who had survived the backlash from the external demon. He could only be described inexplicably. "The Sword Emperor looked familiar when he was young, but his appearance was two or three points similar to each other..."

Meng Qi thought about it for a while, but gained nothing, so he identified the position. He did not go to the grassland, but walked in the opposite direction.

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

This is one of the things that the herdsmen hate the most, and the disaster is emptied!

The snow was very thick, and some places were not deep but ice was formed. Cattle, sheep and livestock could not open the surface, eat the grass below, and froze to death in batches. So tribes rushed their livestock to gather in large tribes, even if they handed over more than half of their property, they were willing to do so, because there were shamans of the Changsheng Sect and powerful grassland warriors there, who could melt the snow and eliminate the white disaster.

After migrating, many tribes arrived at Kudragon Gaole. A clear river winded away around the many tents, miraculously without freezing.

This place is close to the border and is a place where trades come and go, and it is filled with people with various accents. Goods from the south are always envious, but only the noble leaders in the tribe can afford it.

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

Confession comes, and tribes of Kure Gengaole come one tribe after another, surpassing any time in the past. When the people of the grassland gather together, their favorites are horse racing, wrestling, archery, martial arts competitions, and drinking!

This made Lao Wuen's "tall" business even more prosperous.

"Old guy, I heard you were a good hunter who could go deep into the grassland and hunt wolf monsters before?" A drunkard asked loudly with his chest half naked.

Wuen smiled with her, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to blooming flowers: "I don't know where, where, I don't know that this is happening."

"I just said that you look like a good hunter with a shriveled look?" The drunk man sat down with satisfaction, "I will never misjudgment the heaven of immortality!"

Wuen didn't say anything, looking at the skin of the cow and sheep in his hand, his eyes were a little deep, as if he was recalling something.

These barbarians and Khan issued an order to promote newly cast copper coins and silver cakes, but they came with cows and sheepskins... Wuen sighed and scolded the people of this small tribe. The grasslands were vast and the tribes were scattered. It was easy to gather together to rob the south, but it was very difficult to popularize certain things.

Suddenly, the felt curtain of the tent was lifted open, and a cold wind blew in, making people shivered involuntarily.

A man wearing grassland winter clothes came in outside, with his hair and left lapel, two beautiful beards, and his eyes were like black gems.

He was not old and had a long sword around his waist. He seemed to be no different from the wandering swordsman, so he walked straight to Lao Wuen.

"Pay the money first and then get the wine." Old Wuen didn't raise his eyes and explained the rules.

"One liang of gold and one liang of wine." The man said in a strange accent, not very used to grassland language.

Old Wuen counted the movements of cow and sheepskins solidified, and slowly raised his head and said, "This wine is only borrowed but not sold."

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

"Lend me Nine Halls." The visitor did not hesitate.

Wuen called the mute boy who followed him, asked him to look at the tent, turned around, and led the visitor to the small tent behind him.

"Where is the seal?" After entering the tent, Wuen suddenly spoke fluent Central Plains dialect, which is the official language of the Great Jin and Northern Zhou.

A green official seal was added to the visitor's palm, which shone with glory, and two words appeared: "Catching the Wind".

"Catcher Qingshou. He is the captain Qingshou at a young age. The old man has worked hard for half his life to Qingshou..." Wuen looked at the other party and understood that his strength was absolutely extraordinary, otherwise he would not be the captain Qingshou so young.

The visitor was Meng Qi. After leaving the grassland border, he contacted a spy in the Northern Zhou Dynasty with the Six Gates of the Great Jin Dynasty, trying to help himself find the Wolf King through the Six Gates' grassland intelligence network.

After receiving the introduction, he set off for Guergengaoler.

Lao Wuen was a famous warrior on the grassland when he was young, but he offended a tribal noble. He was almost killed by himself, and his wife and daughter were slaves. Fortunately, Liuzhanmen fell in love with him and used a spy to make the noble die suddenly. His children fought for property, which made Wuen lead his family to Gergengaole.

From then on, he hated the unrestrained nobles and devoted himself to serving the Great Jin Dynasty.

Meng Qi touched his two beards that he had deliberately prepared, and smiled and said, "I can finally speak the words of Dajin. I can only pretend to be cold and cruel during this period, so as not to be too exposed."

A month of bad training can only make him barely understand a small number of grassland words. What he can say is even more limited.

"Prairie dialect is not difficult to learn at all, but it's official language. Hey, it took me ten years to learn it to be smooth." Wuen looked like the past was unbearable. Then he looked somber, "This comrade, what do you want to know when you look for the old man?"

He did not ask about the purpose of the wind-catching spy.

"I'll kill the wolf king." Meng Qi said lightly, as if he was talking about an insignificant little thing.

"Kill the Wolf King?" But Wuen doesn't think so!

His eyes widened, looking at the man with two beards in front of him was like looking at a monster.

Who is the wolf king? It’s the first place in the list today!

He had hunted many good players on the grassland, which aroused public outrage, but to this day, no one can do anything to him. You should know that there was a tribe's outdoor scene to find him!

Not to mention his own strength, the style of missing a single blow and immediately escaping is extremely troublesome.

Is the Wolf King so easy to kill?

Meng Qi smiled brightly: "Yes, please help Qingshou find someone. On the six gates of the sea captain's documents, the Wolf King is listed."

The Wolf King once hunted down good players in the Jin Dynasty, so he naturally took the sea capture document.

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

Meng Qi nodded slightly and fully agreed with his statement. At the spy before, he obtained a relatively detailed wolf king information, which contained a list of most of the people he had hunted, including the date of being killed, the strength, background, and the location of the accident. After reading it, he felt that the wolf king was killing people at will. Suddenly in the east and suddenly in the west, the strength of the person being killed was high and low. If there was not enough time to analyze, he could not find any possible hidden rules.

The only thing that can be seen is that as the wolf king's strength grows, he no longer has strong killings against people who are much weaker than him, but it is dotted with a little bit, as if he does it casually.

If you can't trace the Wolf King, you can only take the risk of attracting him to attack. But if the Wolf King survives until now, he must be very sensitive to danger. He can't just smell something wrong, wait patiently, and wait until his strength breaks through to a perfect half step, then suddenly attack and put himself to death.

"Is there any news about the Wolf King in Qingshou?" Meng Qi looked at the local snake Wu'en sincerely.

Wuen thought about it and said, "What you know is what the old man knows, but some people may know more."

"Who?" Meng Qi's mentality was originally a dead horse, but who knew there was really 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 talent and extraordinary strength. Some of them are sons of tribal nobles, and some are disciples of a well-known warrior. After they die, how could their relatives and friends not want to take revenge?"

"The ones with deep hatred secretly formed the "Wolf Killing Club" to contact each other, exchange information, and kill the Wolf King. They are all over the grassland, and perhaps have more knowledge about the whereabouts of the Wolf King."

"Wolf Killing Club..." Meng Qi heard about this organization for the first time.

Wuen breathed: "The old man doesn't know much about the 'Wolf Killing Association', he only knows a few of them. If you want to join, you can introduce it one or two, but if there is a danger in joining, the old man doesn't know."

Meng Qi pondered for a while and bowed, "Please introduce Qingshou."

His tone was firm, without any wavering. (To be continued...)

ps: There is another update before twelve o'clock~
Chapter completed!