The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the small snowflakes gradually grew with the cold wind and finally became like goose feathers. Although it was said that the snow did not turn cold and the snow was cold, at this moment, even Qian Yiqun's cultivation level was difficult to resist the sudden cooling.

Fortunately, there is Cuiluan Mountain. As long as you feel your body is a little frozen and hard, Qian Yiqun will go back to the warm world like spring, take a hot bath, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then meditate and rest. When your body is completely recovered, you will come out and continue your journey.

The old deer went on strike very early. In such a cold day, without the combination of dry and refined materials, even if they grow fur, they can't stand it. Moreover, the elk are not a species in the deep mountains and forests, and they prefer hilly wetlands.

When the fox was venturing in the Cuiluan Mountains, he asked Qian Yiqun: "What are your plans?"

"I said, go to Chenyang to massacre the city." Qian Yiqun blew away the hot soup, took a sip, and said, "When Huang Taiji is doing everything, I just need to sneak into Chenyang and set fires everywhere, and I will say Huang Taiji is dead. Do you think they will be in chaos?"

The fox's eyes rolled around twice: "You are so vicious."

Qian Yiqun sighed: "This is no way. The country is so depressed, so I can only be cruel and ruthless. I just hope that many Han people in Chenyang will not die too much."

The fox secretly said that this man was quite human and had not yet reached the point of doing anything for his purpose. However, the two countries are at war and the Ming Dynasty is weak, so it is natural to use cruel means to weaken the enemy. The fox was worried about Qian Yiqun's safety. Even if Qian Yiqun's mysterious skills were great, if he was surrounded by Jurchens, there would be an unexpected test.

"You play for yourself," Qian Yiqun drank the soup. "It's almost time for me to wander around again."

"The Book of Traveling Immortals" gave Qian Yiqun the ability to travel to the upper realm, but Qian Yiqun's own cultivation was still a little worse. After coming back last time, he always felt a little weak in spirit, and even the degree of meditation and quietness was affected. Finally, this impact will gradually dissipate with time. Recently, Qian Yiqun was forced to enter Cuiluan Mountain for too much time, so he simply went there again to see what he could get this time.

With the experience of the last time, Qian Yiqun followed the guidance of the Book of Traveling Immortals and quickly entered a state of concentration that was different from rest at night. He quickly passed through the passage between heaven and earth and entered a strange world.

In this world, he did not see the buildings and talismans last time. There was only a vast forest where he saw it. The bright and rich green filled the whole world, and Qian Yiqun floated in the air. He couldn't help but feel relaxed and completely forgot all his worries.

Suddenly, a wonderful voice broke into his spiritual consciousness.

It seems to be music!

Whether it was the Ming Dynasty with a traditional ancient flavor or the strange past life, Qian Yiqun had never heard such a rhythm. He subconsciously floated over with the sound of music, and saw a group of wild natives with grass skirts around his waist crawling in front of a pile of burning thatched grass, singing and dancing.

This is the most primitive sacrifice.

Qian Yiqun didn't know what he had to do with the God they believed in. He looked around and did not sense any soul like him.

No matter what, I am related to "God". Let's go and have a look.

Qian Yiqun was full of curiosity and flew down.

"I hope more berries can be picked in the forest..."

A sudden voice appeared in Qian Yiqun's ears.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: The most primitive prayer is really polite, but what can I do? I wonder if there is really a God who heard this prayer.

The voice sounded again and again in Qian Yiqun's ears, firm and clear.

Qian Yiqun gradually felt his body heavy. It seemed that he had a physical body, which was a feeling he had never felt last time. He focused his mind and found that he was no longer a simple soul. There was a small point.

This point seems to contain the entire sea of ​​spiritual aggregates.

If I dissipate the spiritual aggregate in the form of wood qi...

Qian Yiqun's thoughts came to an instant explosion. The endless spiritual aggregates in the radiation. These spiritual aggregates fell like sweet rain and fell on the earth. Bathed in the woods and the natives.

The crowd of singing and dancing did not react at all, while the priests crawling on the ground raised their heads and were sincerely grateful.

Could I have played a guest appearance as a god?

This feeling that had never been experienced before made Qian Yiqun quite interested. What surprised him even more was that bamboo shoots and fruit trees grew quickly on the ground, which was a miracle. When all the natives were boiling, these plants gently spit out pure spiritual aggregates and returned to Qian Yiqun's body.

And even more!

Qian Yiqun was about to do more of such things that benefit others and self-interest, but suddenly his body was pulled back to his body in Cuiluan Mountain.

Although I got nothing, this feeling is good.

Qian Yiqun slowly opened his eyes, and then he realized that there was a pleasant smile on his face. He reached out and wiped his face, and suddenly became stunned...

The four souls in the purple palace all turned into light balls, and there was no trace of human form. There was another blue halo outside the light ball, which was something he had never seen before.

The realm has improved!

Qian Yiqun was quite surprised. Although he felt that this state had a greater proportion of mind and nature, it would not be of much help to his current life as a warlock, it was a good thing to improve after all. He walked in the cave, moved his bloodline, and called the fox back at the entrance of the cave, ate it meat, and then returned to the world of ice and snow.

For a moment, Qian Yiqun was even a little dazed, not knowing which world is the real home.

Fortunately, this illusion disappeared quickly.

Because he heard a hint of noise in the snow.

This sound is the sound of a large group of people trekking in the snow.

Qian Yiqun's mental calculation quickly gave the distance between the two: three miles away.

I actually heard a sound a kilometer away!

Qian Yiqun was quite surprised and said to himself: It seems that the soul condensation has a great impact on the body. No wonder Quanzhen dared to use three parts of life and seven parts of nature to practice.

Driven by human social instinct, Qian Yiqun ran towards the team of people rushing in the snow without thinking.

It was a pair of Han caravans with hair scattered and buns wrapped around.

This Jin Kingdom under the occupation of the Jin people was too suspicious, and it instantly wiped out Qian Yiqun's passion. No normal Han man dared to keep his hair on this land because the Jurchens' laws were rough and enforceable: any passing Jurchen can rob them, kill them, and occupy them as their own slaves... and will also receive praise and envy from the entire Jurchen society.

Faced with such a rhythm of committing suicide, Qian Yiqun quickly disappeared and followed them far away.

The entire caravan was pulled into a single place in the wind and snow, and the gap between the carriages became larger and larger. The leader shouted a few words to the back, but the sound was blown away by the wind as soon as it was heard.

"Stop and camp!"

The only person who heard this was Qian Yiqun.

Seeing that they were busy, Qian Yiqun took out the clothes, armor and blades of the Jurchen riders, and quickly changed them to themselves. However, if this hair was removed, it would have to be left for more than a year. Fortunately, the Jurchen helmet was equipped with neck protection, and as long as it was tighter, the sideburns would not be visible.

He scattered his bun, put on his helmet, checked it out for a while, chose a chance to be in a low wind, shouted loudly and rushed towards the caravan with a knife raised.

The caravan was extremely calm, and the leader quickly took out a yellow flag from his arms. The square yellow flag was raised high. This was the flag of the Zhenghuang flag, indicating their identity.

Qian Yiqun quickly rushed to them. There were already a dozen strong men among the merchants who drew their swords to protect them behind their leader, obviously not afraid of him being the only one Tartar.

The leader immediately spoke a fluent Jurchen word, with neither humble nor arrogant expression, he was leisurely and very calm.

Qian Yiqundao put away his knife and asked, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The caravan showed a strong sense of alertness.

"Are you a Han?" the leader frowned, his face immediately covered with disdain and contempt.

"I am a bannerman, and my master raised the flag for me." Qian Yiqun has always been a person who lie without pressure, "Where are you going?"

"Yingkou." The leader obviously looked down on a Baoyi slave who had just raised the flag and asked again, "Why are you here alone? Where are your horses?"

Qian Yiqun told the story of the demon-dao camp with three points, seven points, and then said that he followed Bayala to chase him, but ended up getting lost halfway.

"Where are we now?" Qian Yiqun bit his voice and pretended to be a Nordic accent.

The team leader looked at Qian Yiqun again and said, "Walking forward is Shisantun."

"Okay, I'll go with you. Do you have any food?" Qian Yiqun asked.

The leader nodded, then no longer said anything to Qian Yiqun, and began to direct his people to set up a tent.

Qian Yiqun mixed in the crowd and looked for a place to sit carelessly. Seeing them working, they really had the feeling of a bannerman.

The team leader quickly found an opportunity, pulled a half-old old man to the back of the tree, and whispered: "Shopkeeper, this person must not be a bannerman."

The shopkeeper nodded: "I don't think it looks like it. How can a bannerman be so easy to talk to? Zhang Tou, what kind of way do you think this is?"

Zhang Tou shook his head: "I can't see. If you want to say that he is the Ming army's night, he runs too far. How can Guanning Army have such great courage? What's more, Daling River is surrounded."

"Can it be the bandit's spy?" the shopkeeper asked.

"There are not many Han people in the Jurchen world, where did the bandits come from?" Zhang Tou said disdainfully, "If there were really bandits, they would have been captured by those Jurchens as Baoyi slaves long ago."

The shopkeeper thought about it. The bandits are evil spirits in the pass, and here they are other people's property.

"Now..." Zhang Tou said again, "Shopkeeper, come up with an idea."

"Take it with you." The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, "It's better to stay by your side than to let it go. When you arrive at Shisantun, let the Jurchen soldiers come to tell him."

"If he doesn't dare to enter the trunk..." Zhang Tou hesitated.

"Put some ingredients into his meat." The shopkeeper laughed.
Chapter completed!