When the Heavenly Fairy and the Heavenly Sword collided, Mengqi and Sword Emperor's spiritual Qi dynamic intertwined and stimulated each other, climbing to a realm he had never reached before.
At this moment, he felt that he was no longer different from heaven and earth. His spirit and nature blended together and seemed to have become a part of it. Thus, what heaven and earth felt was what he felt. Every hair movement of the people near the peak seemed to appear clearly in his heart.
Surrounded by a surging and invisible sea of Vital Qi, his body was immersed in it. All his pores opened, and he breathed it in and out hungrily, as if he had returned to his mother's embrace!
This was unprecedented comfort. This was the Oneness of Heaven and Man.
With the help of Sword Emperor's Qi dynamic and the sword that both sides could no longer change, Mengqi stepped into this realm for a short time!
All the things he had experienced in the past, his current state, and his future path flowed through Mengqi's heart. He and Sword Emperor looked at each other, feeling both happy and disappointed.
The essence, Qi, spirit, and will of both sides condensed at one point in the peak state, producing a wonderful change and collapsing into a dark and deep black spot.
The black spot stretched and cracks appeared. White light burst out and flooded the field of vision.
Before being swallowed by the white light, Mengqi saw Sword Emperor's body collapse, saw him crush his External Demon, saw his Vital Spirit become transparent, and saw him return to his youth. He looked vaguely familiar.
The brilliant white faded, and so did the darkness. Mengqi heard the sweet chirping of birds. Even in early winter, there were birds that were not afraid of the cold.
The grass under the thin snow, the dormant vitality, the messy stones, and the passers-by in the distance all appeared clearly in Mengqi's heart.
But this strange feeling of being no different from heaven and earth gradually faded, and Mengqi returned to his previous state. He could vaguely feel the power of heaven and earth and grasp the law of natural circulation, but it was hazy and there was a barrier that he could not cross for the time being.
However, a heartfelt smile appeared on Mengqi's face. With this brief experience and the preliminary construction of his own path, he would definitely be able to achieve Oneness of Heaven and Man before the next mission. Now, what he needed to do was to use the Wolf King to temper his martial will and temper his spirit to see if his body was compatible with the preliminary construction of the path. Otherwise, he would have to start all over again. There were no regrets in entering the Hidden Latch, so he could not be impatient.
At that time, if he persevered and stepped into the realm of Oneness of Heaven and Men, he would have two or three years less to think than He Jiu and Wang Siyuan. All he needed to do was to consolidate and adjust.
Patting his green robe, Mengqi slowly rose to his feet and looked around. At that time, he was in a muddle-headed state and was fully immersed in comprehension and contemplation. He did not know the exact time when he was pulled into the cycle of reincarnation by the External Devil. Naturally, he could not compare the flow of time on both sides.
"What the hell is going on with the External Devil? It pulled me in for no reason and then killed me for no reason …" Mengqi believed that he was definitely the most muddle-headed one among those who had survived the backfire of the External Devil. He could only describe it as inexplicable. "The Sword Emperor looked a little familiar when he was young, but there are many people who look like him …"
Mengqi thought for a while but found nothing. After identifying the location, he did not go to the grassland, but went in the opposite direction.
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At the beginning of November, the grassland was covered in white. It was a rare snowfall in a hundred years.
This was one of the things that the herdsmen hated the most, the White Disaster!
The snow was very thick. Some places were not deep, but there was a layer of ice. Cattle and sheep could not dig the surface layer and eat the grass below. They froze and starved to death in batches. Therefore, the tribes drove their livestock to the bigger tribes. They were willing to hand over more than half of their belongings because there were shamans of the Changsheng Denomination and powerful grassland warriors there. They could melt the snow and eliminate the White Disaster.
After the migration, many tribes arrived at Gegengao Le. A clear river meandered around many tents. Miraculously, it was not frozen.
This place was close to the border and was a gathering place for merchants. It was full of people with different accents. Goods from the south were always attractive, but only the heads of the tribes could afford them.
Listening to the noise of cattle and sheep neighing and smelling all kinds of strange smells, Old Wuen tightened his old fur coat and looked at the drunken warriors and herdsmen in the tents. He counted the silver, copper coins, and cattle and sheep hides contentedly. Today was another bumper day.
Since the arrival of the White Catastrophe, tribes had come to Gegengol one after another, surpassing any time in the past. When the people of the grassland gathered together, their favorite activities were horse racing, wrestling, archery, martial arts competitions, and drinking!
This made the business of Old Wuen's "tavern" more prosperous.
"Old man, I heard that you used to be a good hunter who could go deep into the grassland and kill wolf monsters?" a half-naked drunk man asked loudly.
Old Wuen smiled, the wrinkles on his face like blooming flowers. "Not at all, not at all. I didn't even know that."
"I knew that you didn't look like a good hunter when you were thin and weak." The drunk man sat down contentedly. "In the name of Everlasting Heaven, I've never misjudged a person!"
Old Wuen did not say anything. He looked at the cattle and sheep hides in his hand with a profound look, as if he was recalling something.
"These barbarians! Khan has issued an order to promote the newly minted copper coins and silver cakes, but they still come with cattle and sheep hides …" Old Wuen sighed and cursed the people of the small tribes. The grassland was vast and the tribes were scattered. It was easy to gather and rob the south, but it was very difficult to popularize certain things.
Suddenly, the felt curtain of the tent was lifted, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making people shiver involuntarily.
A man dressed in winter clothes of the grassland came in. His hair was draped over his shoulders and he had a beautiful mustache. His eyes were like black gems.
He was young, and with a long saber at his waist, he seemed to be no different from a wandering macheteman. He walked straight to Old Wuen.
"Pay first, then take the wine." Old Wuen explained the rules without raising his eyes.
"One tael of gold and one tael of wine." The man said in a strange accent. It seemed that he was not used to the language of the grassland.
Old Wuen stopped counting the cattle and sheep hides and raised his head slowly. "The wine is only for lending, not for sale."
He spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid that the man could not understand the language of the grassland.
"Lend me nine jars." The man said without hesitation.
Old Wuen called the mute boy who followed him and asked him to watch the tent. He turned around and led the man to a small tent at the back.
"Where's the seal?" After entering the tent, Old Wuen suddenly spoke fluent Central Plains Chinese, which was the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty and the North Zhou Dynasty.
There was a cyan official seal in the man's palm. It gave off a misty glow and two words appeared: "Wind Catcher".
"Green-ribbon Arrester. You're so young and you're already a Green-ribbon Arrester. I've worked hard for half of my life to get the Green-ribbon Arrester …" Old Wuen looked at the man and knew that his strength was absolutely extraordinary. Otherwise, he would not have become a Green-ribbon Arrester at such a young age.
The man was Mengqi. After leaving the grassland border, he contacted a secret agent of the Six Fan School of the Great Jin Dynasty in the North Zhou Dynasty and tried to find Wolf King through the grassland intelligence network of the Six Fan School of the Great Jin Dynasty.
After being introduced, he set off for Gegengol.
Old Wuen was a famous warrior in the grassland when he was young. However, he offended a tribal aristocrat and was almost killed, with his wife and daughter enslaved. Fortunately, the Six Fan School took a fancy to him and used a secret agent to kill the aristocrat suddenly. His children fought fiercely for his property, so Old Wuen brought his family to the south to Gegengol.
From then on, he hated the unrestrained aristocrats and served the Great Jin Dynasty wholeheartedly.
Mengqi touched his mustache and said with a smile, "Finally, I can speak the language of the Great Jin Dynasty. Recently, I had to pretend to be indifferent to avoid exposing myself."
After a month of intensive training, he could barely understand a little bit of the grassland language. What he could speak was even more limited.
"It's not difficult to learn the grassland language at all. But it took me ten years to learn the official language fluently." Old Wuen looked as if he didn't care about the past. Then he became serious and said, "My comrade, what do you want to know from me?"
He didn't ask the purpose of the Secret-searching Nark.
"I'm here to kill Wolf King." Mengqi said calmly as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Kill Wolf King?" But Old Wuen didn't think so!
He widened his eyes and looked at the man with the mustache in front of him as if he was looking at a monster.
Who was Wolf King? He ranked first on the Ranking List of Young Masters!
He had hunted down many masters in the grassland and aroused public indignation. But until now, no one could do anything to him. It should be known that some Exterior experts of the tribe had been sent out to look for him!
Not to mention his own strength, his style of escaping immediately after failing to hit the target was already a headache.
Was it so easy to kill Wolf King?
Mengqi showed a bright smile and said, "Yes, please help me find him. Wolf King is on the wanted list of the Six Fan School."
Wolf King had hunted down masters of the Great Jin Dynasty, so he was naturally on the wanted list.
"If Wolf King could be found so easily, he would have died a hundred times." Old Wuen frowned and shook his head.
Mengqi nodded slightly and completely agreed with him. In the Secret-searching Office, he got a detailed information about Wolf King, which included the names of most of the people he had hunted down, including the time when they were killed, their strength at that time, their background, and the place where they were killed. After reading it, he felt that Wolf King killed people at random. He suddenly appeared in the east and suddenly appeared in the west. The strength of the people he killed varied. Without enough time to analyze, he couldn't find the hidden pattern.
The only thing that could be seen was that with the growth of Wolf King's strength, he no longer had a strong desire to kill people who were much weaker than him. But he still killed a few people casually.
If there was no way to trace Wolf King, he could only take the risk to lure him to attack. But Wolf King must be very sensitive to danger since he could live until now. Maybe he smelled something wrong and waited patiently. When his strength broke through to the perfect Half-step, he would suddenly attack and kill him.
"I wonder if the Green-ribbon has any news about Wolf King?" Mengqi looked at Old Wuen sincerely.
Old Wuen thought for a while and said, "What you know is what I know. But someone may know more."
"Who?" Mengqi was just trying to make every possible effort. Who knew that there was really a clue?
Old Wuen said in a low voice, "Wolf King killed many grassland warriors. Most of them were talented and powerful young people. Some of them were the sons of tribal nobles, and some were the disciples of famous warriors. After they died, how could their relatives and friends not want to avenge them?"
"Among them, those who hated Wolf King to the bone secretly formed 'Wolf-slaying League' to contact each other, exchange information, and kill Wolf King. They are all over the grassland. Maybe they know more about Wolf King's whereabouts."
"Wolf-slaying League …" It was the first time for Mengqi to hear about this organization.
Old Wuen exhaled and said, "I don't know much about 'Wolf-slaying League'. I only know some of its members. If you want to join, I can introduce them to you. But I don't know whether it's dangerous."
After thinking for a while, Mengqi cupped his hands and said, "Green-ribbon, please introduce them to me."
His tone was firm and unwavering.
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