The area where Lei Ze and Yun Mengze meet, on the left is a beautiful body of water, and the sunset at dusk is sprinkled on the sparkling lake, like a dream, like a fairyland.

The verdant willow trees reflect the autumn colors of the lake, and the yellow leaves flutter in the wind, like a red fairy, falling lightly on the surface of the lake, causing slight ripples.

On the right is a swamp covered with dead trees and branches, and if you are not careful, you will be imprisoned, turning into sludge and nutrients in the swamp, nourishing the saprophytes here.

It's half heaven and half hell, two different environments that don't seem to be created naturally, but by an unknown being.

It's a pity that there are no poets who can appreciate the magnificence of her two-level reversal next to Daze and the lake at this moment, only a group of rough men who are vulgar, like a group of jackals grabbing food, happily snatching the dog meat in the pot.

Don't look at Wu Ting's gray hair, it seems to be no different from an old man, and his body without the runes is also thin and shriveled, and he looks like a weak old man.

But at this time, he was not inferior to those naked and shirtless Wu warriors, feasting on the smashing muscles and teeth, and the strong dog meat, eating with a mouth full of oil, and shouting happily.

"Meng Bohou is a good cook, hahaha, in terms of cooking skills alone, I'm afraid that Yi Yin, who ruled the world five hundred years ago, is no more than Erer, and it is difficult to compete with Meng Bohou."

Meng Wei likes to get along with this group of rough men, not delicate and pretentious, not rigid and subtle, and does not have too many hearts, he is never polite when he has food, and he looks at everyone with a sincere heart.

Rice, there is competition and grabbing, in order to have a taste.

"Da Wu boasted too much, and Meng Wei was ashamed. High-end ingredients often only require the most modest cooking methods. ”

"Clear water cauldron, boiling water steaming, sprinkle with some salt, throw some greens, dogwood to taste, a few pieces of green onions, ginger and garlic to remove the fishy, and then add a little miscellaneous bacteria to improve freshness, there is a saying in northern Xinjiang, dog meat rolls three times, and the gods are unstable."

"All of this is thanks to the selfless dedication of the pan god, it is he who has traveled thousands of miles with this precious ingredient to give away, so that we have the food we are now in the pot!"

"Come, brothers, let's raise a glass together, replace wine with Maogen water, and thank the god of Panghu for his selfless dedication!"

Wu Ting didn't take a breath, a mouthful of broth spurted out, and he pointed at Meng Wei with a smile.

This little mouth is really bad, thanks to the noon of the day, the pan gourd walked very peacefully, and a dark gold explosion directly detonated the heart, otherwise listening to these words, I am afraid that if I don't come back to life, I will be angry again.

Not to mention, Meng Wei casually went to the mountains and forests to find some flowers and plants, and picked some mushrooms, and this big pot of dog meat instantly became extremely delicious.

Wu Ting picked up a small mushroom like a roof canopy from the wooden bowl, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, which had both the crisp and delicious taste of the mushroom and the rich taste of the gravy.

It's simply amazing, the Wu tribe who are proficient in medicine and medicine naturally knows that this is a non-toxic mushroom, and occasionally uses it to use it in medicine to resolve the troubles of some ordinary people who have a bowel movement.

Sure enough, the world is vast, and there are more unknowns to explore.

He wondered, when he returned to Lingshan, could he also eat all kinds of mushrooms all over the mountain, maybe there were other surprise discoveries?

The taste of the dog god is really not ordinary, I don't know if it's because of the addition of divinity or because of the problem of meat breed, the taste is more delicious than the ring dog that used to eat and vomit.

A little bit of heat belonged to just the right level for Meng Wei and Wu Ting, and the other slightly weaker sorcerers took off their shirts one after another, happily swimming in the clear water lake to cool down, digesting the majestic power of qi and blood.

Strictly speaking, Meng Weichao has been through a lot of strange beasts, but with divinity, this time is indeed the first time.

This feeling is much more exciting than that of supernatural beasts, and it is also more addictive.

In the direction of Yun Mengze, the warriors of the Wu clan who walked out of the depths of the forest immediately informed Wu Ting that the escort mission had entered the territory of Jingman as soon as they appeared, and then ate the specially reserved dog meat soup and chewed on it, and the hard bones rattled, and the bone residue and the soup swallowed down.

"Great Wu, have you detected the movements of the Queen Mother of the West?"

Speaking of business, Wu Ting put down the food in his hand, smashed his mouth unsatisfied, wiped the grease in his hand, and spread out the map and pointed in the direction of dozens of miles to the east.

"Fifty miles to the east, you can find the Luan driving of the Queen Mother of the West, thirty miles to the southeast, it is the Wuluo God you are looking for, and another thirty miles is the palace of the Lei Ze God, as for Meng Jishen, there is no trace of him, but I heard that he is going west, and I want to explore his direction, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult."

Meng Wei tapped his fingers on the map, his eyes fixed on the part of Lei Ze in the map, and kept calculating the place where Meng Jishen might appear.

The five elements and the four elephants actually have many similarities in the literal sense, but in essence, the five elements belong to the attributes of the five natural substances, and the four elephants are more like a refinement, corresponding to the eight trigrams, which confirms the changes of the so-called sixty-four hexagrams, such as less yin, less yang, old yin, and old yang.

There is no shortage of earth lines, and Houtu itself is the god of Middle Earth, according to the requirements of Houtu in the last Youdu, Meng Wei is to gather the power of the five elements to assist in the establishment of reincarnation.

Now the gold line has one of the three, the fire line has two out of five, and the water line has the fastest three out of four, but the wood line, now I haven't even seen a shadow, so I won't go against Tiangang, go to Shennong's family, the trouble of humiliation, this is the ancestor, it is a friendly army!

It's hard to find a Meng Ji God, this is simply a fate given to him by God, if you don't fight for it at this time, when will you wait?

It's a pity that Pan Gu doesn't know if it's because it's not in the list of mountains and seas, or because the divinity is not in the five elements, in short, in addition to the essence and blood refining a lot again, the slightest new divinity hasn't been fished, and even the icon under the god system can't be lit.

"I'd love to go to the trouble of the Martial Aragods, but not now." Meng Wei shook his head, he still remembered the advice of the Shennong clan, to do it in one go, not to lose the balance, disturbing the power system in his body is a part, and at the same time, after the matter of beasts and gluttony, he can be regarded as understanding part of the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

Mortals can't easily become gods, a single god system may just be a heavenly punishment, once the identity of multiple gods is exposed, I am afraid it will be a catastrophe.

Meng Wei pointed to a picture of a towering tree in the map and asked, "Do you know where this place is?" ”

"Huh? Wu Ting hesitated a little...... "If I remember correctly, this sign should be the place where the ancient god tree and the ginseng fruit tree grow, and this tree ......"

Meng Wei stroked his forehead and smiled bitterly, looking at Wu Ting, who couldn't remember clearly, and said simply: "This tree blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and the melons are ripe and fall after three thousand years, and it needs to be caught in a special container before landing, otherwise it will be caught in the soil, is it wrong to taste?" ”

"It's not that all ginseng fruit trees are ripe every 10,000 years, they also have ......, huh?? No, didn't Meng Bohou say that he had never been to southern Xinjiang? Why do you know so much about my Southern Xinjiang Sacred Tree? ”

"I not only know the ginseng fruit tree, I also know that this sacred tree has a master, this place should be Wanshou Mountain, there is a view on the mountain called Wuzhuang Temple, the view of the master is Zhen Yuanzi, also known as Zhen Yuan Daxian, the ancestor of the earth immortals, and the same king in the world!"

Wu Ting was amazed, Zhen Yuanzi has always been low-key, that is, many forces and powers in southern Xinjiang do not know this ancestor of the earth immortals, and even the ten witches of Lingshan are also because of their long lives, and Zhen Yuanzi has intersected, so they draw the logo of ginseng fruit on the map, and regularly come to exchange heaven and earth treasures with them for medicinal purposes.

Meng Wei smiled bitterly, ginseng fruit, Journey to the West, who didn't have a childhood when they were children?

I remember that in Journey to the West, when you smell the ginseng fruit, you will live to be 360 years old; If you eat one, you will live for 47,000 years.

I don't know if it's true or not, but for people who become gods, it's not difficult to live forever, but the difficulty is how to relieve the loneliness on the road to immortality.

"Great Witch, there is a plan to make Meng Jishen automatically take the bait!"

Wu Ting's face was delighted, what he liked most was to listen to Meng Wei's stories about various tricks, the southern Xinjiang was simple, before Su Daji came, it was still a relatively simple and crude model, and now the rapid rise of the Chu tribe has also made many immortal forces see the importance of the so-called strategy.

Today, if you ask the most strategist, it is the Bohou Meng Wei of Northern Xinjiang, what can be faster and more effective than learning these strategies by Meng Wei's side in person?

"Please send a person of the same size as me, wear my uncle's clothes, show the banner, pretend to visit the Queen Mother of the West for help, and at the same time release the rumor, I want to send the witch to Wuzhuang Temple to ask for ginseng fruit, so as to save my seriously injured sectarian brother Hu Lei."

"Are you crazy? We chatted before, the Queen Mother of the West will repay her, and now you actually let me take the initiative to provoke her? ”

"Don't worry, and listen to me, when the time comes, you just need to slow down, you don't need to really confront the Queen Mother of the West, you pretend to be me, I pretend to be the Lingshan Wizard to ask for ginseng fruit, this is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, for Meng Jishen, this is tantamount to the best heaven and earth treasure."

"This is a treasure that the immortals all want to get, Meng Jishen cultivates the wood supernatural power, how can he resist this temptation? You and I don't take the lead, it's just the identity of a mere witch, can he still take the bait? ”

After all, Meng Jishen can personally participate in the struggle for hegemony between mortal dynasties, and his whereabouts are as mysterious as rats, but he can boldly bet on Chu State, as long as this kind of person shows up, Meng Wei will have the opportunity to directly drag him down and kill him.

"Very good, very good! Meng Bohou is talented. Wu Ting looked at Meng Wei excitedly, took out a piece of bamboo slip in his hand, as if he was taking notes with a keen and studious attitude, and continued to ask with an expectant face: "Dare to ask Meng Bohou, what is this plan!?" ”

“……”

"Hiding from the world?"

(End of chapter)