Miao Langqing was already a success in the Qi training period, and he had no shortage of strength. The main reason was that the opponent was more than a head taller than him. With his back behind him, his feet would inevitably touch the ground, which would inevitably make the opponent inhale.
Miao Langqing had no choice but to carry the man on his shoulders and walk toward the village.
The village in that person's name was a settlement of more than ten people at the foot of the mountain. It was not even a small village. There were people at the entrance of the village. When they saw Miao Langqing from a distance, they asked loudly and raised their bows to aim at it. Miao Langqing.
When they got closer, the two seemed to recognize the person Miao Langqing was carrying and hurriedly stepped forward.
At this time, the injured person had passed out. When the reason was explained, the two people who came to pick him up ran to the village, laughing and joking as they ran, "Haha, Tuhu was bitten by a tiger. Haha, he failed to hunt the tiger. He was bitten by a tiger." The tiger is hunting~"
Miao Langqing was speechless for a while, and he and the man walked to the first and largest house at the entrance of the village, carrying the injured Tuhu.
The village is very simple, with no architectural style to speak of. Almost all houses are built with stones. The courtyards range from large to small. The largest one is the one closest to the entrance of the village. Before the two of them reached the entrance of the courtyard, there was a high-rise building. The thin old man walked out along with the young man who had just entered and a pretty girl.
The old man's face was full of wrinkles and he looked no older than sixty years old, but he was in good spirits and his eyes often shone with deep light.
The old man held a stick of unknown material in his hand. He tilted his head and saw the young man who had just come in to report the news with a narrow smile on his face. He stretched out the stick to hit the man on the buttocks and said in a hateful voice, "Why don't you go and pick up your brother?" !”
The beaten man's face was twisted in pain and he didn't dare to smile anymore. He hurriedly stepped forward to take over from Miao Langqing and helped Tuhu walk into the yard.
Miao Langqing was shocked. The old man was skinny and bones. Standing there, he felt that the wind could blow him down. He didn't expect his hands to be so strong.
Except for the pretty girl who looked like a normal woman, the other two were no worse than Tuhu in stature. Unexpectedly, they couldn't avoid the old man's blow.
The old man stepped forward, looked Miao Langqing up and down, and said with a smile, "Thank you, little friend, for saving Quanzi's life. May I ask for Gao's name!"
"I'm Miao Langqing~" Miao Langqing cupped his fists.
"Oh~, Miao, uh, Young Master Miao!" The old man nodded, "Quick, please come inside!"
People in the mountains are not very particular. After a brief conversation, I learned that the village is called Tujia Village, and all the people in the village are named Tu. The old man’s name is Tu Beicang, and he is the leader of the Tu clan. Everyone in the village is named Tu. I met him in the mountains before. The one who arrived was called Tu Hu, the second son of Tu Beicang. The two people they met at the entrance of the village were the eldest son Tu Shan who was more stable. The one who was laughing and joking was the third son Tu Bao. The girl was named Tu Huan and was the youngest daughter.
"Miao Shaoxia, it seems that you are a monk? But it doesn't look like you. Are you also a hunter in the mountains?" Tu Beicang looked at Miao Langqing and shook his head, "Listening to your conversation, you sound more like a scholar!"
No wonder Tu Beicang couldn't guess that there was no custom of shaving one's head except among Buddhists in the Nine Realms, but this bald "monk" wore an animal skin and spoke politely, which was really puzzling.
With the simple-looking old man in front of him, Miao Langqing had nothing to hide. He looked down at his clothes, which looked more like a hunter than these hunters, and said awkwardly, "To be honest, I want to find a quiet place in this mountain. Practice the techniques!”
"Oh~" Tubeicang nodded, not too surprised, "Monk!"
From Miao Langqing's point of view, Tu Beicang seemed to be far more interested in Meng Ji beside him than he was. Most of the time when he was talking to him, his eyes were looking back and forth at Meng Ji. When he saw a questioning look on Tu Beicang's face, Miao Langqing smiled and said, "I met Meng Ji accidentally in the mountains. We have been together for more than two months. When I went to the mountains, I didn't expect that he would follow him!"
When the old man saw Miao Langqing taking the initiative to introduce him, he stopped sizing him secretly. His eyes turned back and forth on Meng Ji a few times. After listening to Miao Langqing's words, he was stunned and said, "Meng Ji?! Haha~"
"Old man, am I right?"
"It's true that Meng Ji is good, but this Meng Ji is not that Meng Ji. It is a different species of Meng Ji, but it has another name!"
"Please give me some advice, father-in-law!"
Meng Ji is a prehistoric alien species on the far north ice plain. Miao Langqing was right about this, but the Meng Ji in front of him was somewhat different from the ordinary Meng Ji. Meng Ji was ferocious by nature, did not like to live in groups, and especially liked to hunt. Although the ice monster itself is one of the monsters on the ice field, it is tolerated by all monsters. Therefore, when female Meng Ji becomes pregnant, she usually hides in the Beixiao Mountain until she gives birth to a baby. Only then will she return to the ice field with the adult little Mengji. Firstly, the female Mengji is weak when she gives birth and is easily targeted by enemies. Secondly, it is also difficult to protect the young and weak little Mengji after giving birth.
It is rumored that as soon as the adult female Meng Ji becomes pregnant, she will return to the Beixiao Mountain under the protection of the male Meng Ji to give birth. However, if there is a lack of protection or the cold air of the ice field invades during pregnancy, the Meng Ji in the fetus will mutate. In fact, This is okay, but the female Mengji's fetal energy is affected, and her body is bound to be weak. In all likelihood, she will not be able to give birth to a baby Mengji. Therefore, most of the mutated baby Mengji will also be stillborn.
Only a very small number of Xiaomengji can break out of the female Mengji's belly, and the female Mengji is already dead during the body breaking process. The Xiaomengji absorbs the resentful energy of the female Mengji, and will be more ferocious than ordinary Mengji. .
Another more important thing is that little Mengji was not protected by the female Mengji after he was born, so the possibility of survival was almost zero.
However, if he survives due to some combination of circumstances, Meng Ji will become the overlord of this thousand-mile ice field, commanding all beasts to follow him without fear.
This kind of Meng Ji can no longer be called Meng Ji. According to rumors, it is called "Nine Nether Ice Soul".
"Nine Nether Ice Soul? Brutal?" After listening to Tubeicang's introduction to Meng Ji, Miao Langqing was speechless. The foodie in front of him was the same as Ji Bin, but he was not brutal in any way. It was said that he had fought against the demon tiger before. At that time, he did have a posture of fearlessness, but in Miao Langqing's view, it was at most the recklessness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
Miao Langqing disagreed, and Tu Beicang smiled, "Everything has its fate, and this ice soul doesn't know what fate he encountered after he was born, which led to this!"
"Dad, is this little guy called Binghun? It's really strange!" Tuhu limped out of the inner room at some point, with a thick layer of cotton wrapped around his feet.
When Tu Beicang saw Tu Hu like this, he rolled his eyes at him and said bitterly, "You are a worthless thing. You went out alone and got injured in your own animal trap. If you spread the word, why don't you show my old face?" It’s all lost too!”
Only then did Tu Beicang show his majestic side. With one sentence, Tu Hu was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore. After a while, he said sarcastically, "Dad, you really can't blame me, but, no, no Be careful~"
"Excuse~" Tu Bei glared at Tu Hu, who didn't dare to say anything anymore, "Being careless is just an excuse for not being good at learning. If a warrior really reaches the realm of god training and has a clear understanding of the things around him, how can he be careless? "
Spirit training realm?
Miao Langqing felt doubtful in his heart. In the past, martial arts practitioners used Qi to gather strength. Even if they practiced it to the top, they would only have amazing strength. If they were supplemented with boxing, palm skills or swords, they would not be able to achieve it. It can produce good combat effectiveness. At this stage, the martial arts can completely crush the monks. This is why people at the bottom generally tend to choose martial arts instead of training.
After all, no matter how good your qualifications are, if you don't have a master to teach you, no training methods, and just rely on your own exploration, it is almost impossible to enter the realm of spiritual training.
But once a monk enters the realm of divine training, he has the power to control all things in the world with his own god, which is something that no warrior can resist.
Apart from the level of the Qi training realm, a martial artist can never get out of the Qi training realm. After breaking through the Qi training realm, it is impossible to be called a martial artist again.
Miao Langqing was confused, but he didn't ask directly. After all, it involved differences between sects, so asking rashly would only increase embarrassment.
After Tu Beicang finished speaking, he looked up and saw his youngest son Tu Bao leaning against the door with a look of pride on Tu Hu's jokes. He twisted his eyes and saw no movement from him. A small swirl suddenly formed in the teacup in his hand. A water arrow as thick as a chopstick shot out quickly, hitting Tubao right in the face.
"Ouch~" Tu Bao covered his face and screamed, squatting on the ground.
"Stop pretending to me, go to the entrance of the village and accompany your elder brother on inspection!" Tu Beicang shouted, and Tu Bao disappeared in a flash.
When Tu Beicang turned to look at Miao Langqing, his expression had changed. He laughed and said, "Your distinguished guests are laughing!" After that, he rushed to the back room and said, "Huan'er, go prepare some wine and meat!"
A crisp reply came from the room, and the pretty girl from before walked out of the room, glanced at Miao Langqing, covered her mouth and ran outside.
After two months, some of the new hair on the head has appeared, but in the eyes of outsiders, he is still bald, and wearing animal skins, he is no different from a wild monk. No wonder the girl always holds it in when she looks at him. laugh.
Miao Langqing didn't feel embarrassed at all. He had a relatively indifferent temperament. Although he was clean, he never cared much about the opinions of outsiders. He intended to send Tuhu off and say goodbye, but Tubeicang's words just now really aroused his anger. His curiosity.
Miao Langqing has been obsessed with practicing for more than a hundred years. Now he has new doubts and really wants to ask for advice. He wants to get in touch with him for a while to see if Tu Beicang will mention it.
Tubeicang saw Tuhu still standing there and looking at Meng Ji who was lying at Miao Langqing's feet, and said angrily, "Sit down!"
Tu Hu nodded hurriedly and sat down at the bottom with a smile.
Miao Langqing lowered his head and glanced at Meng Ji, then reached out to touch its big head. Meng Ji returned to his previous cold demeanor, motionless, only opened his eyes and glanced at Miao Langqing, then continued to close his eyes and fell asleep.
"Tell me, what kind of monster did you encounter in the mountains that could hurt you like this!" Tubeicang said angrily to Tuhu.
As soon as Tu Hu said a few words, Tu Beicang's face turned ugly and his eyes widened, "Please tell me about the appearance of that monster again. No mistakes are allowed!"
Miao Langqing noticed the change in Tu Beicang's expression and became even more confused.
He had witnessed Tuhu's strength with his own eyes. If it hadn't been for Tuhu accidentally injuring his leg, Tuhu would have won the upper hand in the battle with the demon tiger. Such a fearless character would have made him look like an idiot in front of his father Tubeicang. A mouse that saw a cat was too scared to speak, and Tu Beicang did show considerable strength intentionally or unintentionally before, but when Tu Hu talked about the demon tiger, Tu Beicang's face turned pale. Getting paler.
Are there other more powerful monsters?
Tu Beicang waved his hand to stop Tu Hu's words, and turned to Miao Langqing, "Is what Hu Zi said serious?"
Seeing Miao Langqing nodding, Tubeicang pondered for a moment, suddenly stood up, and shouted outside, "Leopard, follow me into the mountain!" After that, he started to walk out of the house.
"Dad, let me go with you. Isn't it just a tiger? Is there any need to be so nervous?" Tu Hu's injury has been treated and his expression has returned to normal, and he is about to go out with Tu Beicang.
Tu Beicang turned around and glared, "I don't want my legs anymore!?" He waved his hand to Tu Hu, "I'll just go with your third brother. You can drink with your benefactor here!"
