Dao fruit.

Looking at the scepter, all kinds of thoughts in Meng Qingbin's mind dissipated, leaving only surprise and shock.

"Is this scepter really the one that Duke Su held when he was an envoy hundreds of years ago?"

The same question also appeared in the minds of other envoys from the Central Plains. Although they probably all guessed it-looking at this scene, it is not difficult to guess the origin of the scepter, but they still have some difficulty accepting such a sacred object. It will appear spontaneously and fall into Qiu Yan's hands.

Even though his views on Qiu Yan had changed and he was in awe of his deeds, as a literati as an official, he always had some spiritual sustenance in his heart, and he valued some things more than his life.

Ming Festival is one of them.

Su Gong's sheep herding, not afraid of the strong and barbarian, dying alone, and not betraying his original intention, these behaviors can be said to be the pinnacle of fame, and his scepter is the representative of this honor.

For hundreds of years, I don’t know how many literati and inkmen borrowed things to refer to people, and used the scepter to refer to Su Gong, leaving behind poems and songs. It can be said that such a scepter...

"It embodies the spiritual sustenance of the Central Plains for hundreds of years, integrity, and perseverance! Whoever gets it, once recognized, will gain a transcendent status! Don't be moved by official positions or reputation!"

The moment he touched the scepter, Qiu Yan felt the vast, thick, and unimaginable spiritual fluctuations in it, like a vast and unfathomable sea!

The colorful brilliance is the appearance of this kind of spirit when it sees the light of day again, but it is not even a fraction of a cow, and some of it is passed into Qiu Yan's arm along the palm, reaching all the limbs and bones, and then infiltrated into the soul.

The soul and spirit are isolated from the inside and outside, but they can't stop the instinctive yearning of the flesh and blood for this spirit. The fire in the soul immediately boils, and the projection of the humanistic fire emerges again, and it becomes more and more clear.Faintly condensed into an entity!

However, the nature of the fire has also changed. It is no longer a purely human fire, but a more complex and pure flame with information flow.

The change in the soul caused Qiu Yan's spirit to swell rapidly, like a balloon being blown up and inflated, and there was a feeling of unhappiness. Blessed to the soul, he tapped the bottom of the scepter on the cold on the ground!

But this time it was terrible.The people who were already startled by the colorful brilliance immediately discovered that around the bottom of the scepter, a ring of ripples visible to the naked eye emerged out of thin air, radiated and expanded rapidly on the ground, and passed under their feet in a blink of an eye.

Then, the cold and hard snow and ice under his feet melted, exposing the cold muddy ground, and then went outside.The ripples still spread, within a radius of ten feet, the wind and ice crystals flying all over the sky were dispelled, creating a peaceful place.Although the cold is still there, it does not feel piercing.

"This is……"

Zhao Shen, Zhong Yan and others stared wide-eyed, watching the scene before them, their eyeballs rolled.Staring at the ripples going away, skimming over the icy surface of the North Sea, the North Sea icefish in the water felt it.They jumped out of the water one by one, flipping over the water, some of them were close to the shore, and even landed directly on the ground.

Not to mention Meng Qingbin and the others, even the people of the Sanshui tribe all stared wide-eyed, completely shocked by the scene in front of them.

In their memory, such a picture has never appeared before, and it violates the habits and wisdom of the ice fish.

Afterwards, the exposed dirt ground softened quickly, and a bit of green appeared from it, growing from the soles of everyone's feet and going straight upwards. From their perception, they could clearly feel that the grass penetrated the thick boots and pierced the flesh and blood , Penetrate the bones!

But what it brings is not pain, but a strange feeling.

Especially Meng Qingbin, who used to be an envoy of the Central Plains who was a student, his mind suddenly became in a trance, and his heart was quickly filled with emotions and thoughts, and many scenes in his senses flowed like a revolving lantern, bringing a lot of emotion.

Soon, including the Sanshui people, everyone present fell into a state of confusion, their eyes were absent-minded, and their moods were fluctuating.

On the other side, the ripples from the bottom of the scepter did not stop, and continued to expand, reaching the depths of the North Sea in the north, entering the violent ice field in the east and west, and returning to the grassland in the south.

In the depths of the North Sea, a huge shadow rose from the deep water before and after Qiu Yan and others arrived at the stone statue, and slowly approached. The ancient consciousness entrenched in it, exuding eager emotions. At this moment, the ripples passed by, the huge body Trembling suddenly, the memory in my heart resurfaced, and it actually trembled all over, and sank again.

From the ice fields in the east and west, there are several Huaguang flying over, full of momentum, accompanied by ice and snow gusts, entangled, but in the middle of the journey, they are stained by ripples, all of them are shaken, and the momentum of their bodies plummets. Huaguang From the movement to the stillness, and then to a stop, there were several monks and aliens, some with flesh and blood, and some with their souls revealed.

The ice field is covered with ice and snow all the year round, the sunlight scatters, the ground is full of cold air, and the yang energy is not strong. Even if the cultivation level has not reached the point of cultivating the soul, it is still possible to travel in the daytime.

However, the ones who tried to get close this time were not monks with such a cultivation level, and they could even see the light and shadow of the Nascent Soul and the brilliance of the Yin Ling!

It's just that after they came into contact with Ripple, they stopped for a moment, thought for a moment, and then turned around and left, turning back the same way!

In the south, the entire Sanshui tribe was swept by ripples, and the faces of everyone in the tribe changed, but because they hadn't studied or practiced, their perception was not sensitive enough, and they didn't find many clues, so they quickly returned to their original actions.

However, the two Sanshui monks who were recuperating, and Peng Qianru, who was sitting in the gathering place and was ready to respond at any time, felt something. The expressions of both parties changed drastically. They walked out of their respective tents, followed their feelings, and looked north.

………………

"What kind of ripples are these? It actually contains a strong literary spirit and a power to repel supernatural powers, which changes with distance. The power is suppressed!"

One mile south of the settlement of the Sanshui tribe, several beams of brilliant light that pierced through the air pressed down on the light and fell on the ground. It was a few monks headed by Shi Gongyingying, and each of them had a There was an evil spirit, and many people's clothes were still stained with blood.

This blood is not blood in the usual sense, but a kind of spell formed after the divine consciousness and true essence are dispersed, combined with the way of luck. After being contaminated, it can affect other people's luck.

This kind of incantation is extremely difficult to perform, and it takes a lot of energy, effort, and origin. It is a trick that shakes the foundation. If it is not forced into a desperate situation, it will definitely not be used.

On the contrary, once it is infected, it is difficult to cure it, and the luck will plummet. Those who suffer from it often have to retreat for many years. On the one hand, the curse pattern will fade away, and on the other hand, try not to contact the outside world, so as not to produce karma and save karma. Bad luck leads to bitter fruit.

However, although the few people who came with Shi Gongyuanying were stained with blood stained with magical powers, they didn't care. They were surrounded by a vague and thick luck, the twisted aura of cursed blood. The ability of luck was suppressed.

This group of people is the enshrinement of the Governor's Mansion of the Rear Army. They couldn't find Qiu Yan in the woods before, but they fought with the grassland monks. The fight lasted for many days. Under the fierce battle, many people were involved. damage.

However, after the fierce battle, although the grassland monks withdrew, Shi Gong and the others did not return, but continued to go deeper. Half a day ago, using magical channels, they learned about Qiu Yan and came directly to the gathering place of the Sanshui tribe. Only then will it happen to encounter fluctuations and ripples.

"Shi Gong, the ripples are so powerful, if you keep going, there may be accidents..." a monk comforted.

But Shi Gong smiled and shook his head: "If you don't do anything wrong in your life, why are you afraid of accidents? Besides, Wensi has the imprint of the Central Plains in it, so what should we fear?" Weakened and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

………………

On the bank of the North Sea, in front of the stone statue.

The mutation came and went quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the brilliance and ripples disappeared, but the feeling it brought to the envoys of the Central Plains did not recede. The mysterious feeling, the subtlety of it, lingered in the heart and lasted for a long time. Scattering is enough for them to reminisce for three or four days, and to comprehend day and night.

In comparison, the Sanshui people were a little confused, but in a trance, they still gained something, and the gaze they looked at Qiu Yan changed a little. Amidst the fear, they became a little more solemn, which was not like that. It's people watching, it's watching...

gods.

Qiu Yan, who had attracted everyone's attention, was looking at the scepter in his hand, and remained silent. The scepter was slowly petrifying.

"The power in the scepter, regardless of other things, can at least suppress supernatural monks. If you see someone who is difficult to match, you can use this scepter to suppress them. However, the little spirit left in it is really worth aftertaste , the thoughts contained in the spirit may be the essence of that person's body, so looking at it, the old man I saw before may really be a consciousness formed later."

Thinking about it, he remembered the gray wolves he saw in the snow-white grassland before.

"Even if I was trapped in one place, I tried my best and determined to educate the pack of wolves. Judging from the results, Mr. Su undoubtedly failed. In the end, it was by swords that we really drove out the Huns. In this world, heroes are judged by success or failure." In this era, what he is really worthy of praise is his unswerving integrity until death. This ambition of shepherding wolves has not been spread at all, and no one recognizes and cares about it. Disturbance, even death, is it not a kind of victory?"

With this in mind, Qiu Yan held the completely petrified scepter, and followed Sanshui Laohan and others back to the tribal garrison. On the way back, Ye Balu and the others became more cautious. The taste of silence like a chilling cicada.

As a result, the atmosphere of the group became more and more weird. It was not until Pang Qianru ushered in that the deadlock was broken.

"Qiu Yan, it's just in time for you to come back. There is an elder who wants to see you! Follow me quickly, this is really your luck!" (To be continued...)

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