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

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

The same question also appeared in the hearts of the other Central Plains envoys, although they all probably guessed - looking at this scene, it was not difficult to guess the origin of the scepter, but it was still a little difficult to accept that such an object that could be called a holy object would appear spontaneously and fall into Qiu Yan's hands.

Even if his opinion of Qiu Yan has changed, and he is in awe of what he has done, but as an official, there is always a little spiritual sustenance in his heart, and for some things, he is more important than his life.

The name festival is one of them.

Su Gong shepherds, not afraid of strong beards, lonely old age, not betraying the original intention, this kind of behavior can be said to be the ultimate of honor, and his scepter is the representative of this honor.

In the past few hundred years, I don't know how many literati and writers have borrowed things as metaphors, referred to Su Gong with a scepter, and left poems and songs......

"It embodies the spirit of integrity and perseverance in the Central Plains for hundreds of years! Whoever gets it, once it is recognized, will get a transcendent status! Not moved by official position and 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 spirit when it sees the light of day, but it is not even a dime, and some of it is passed into Qiu Yan's arm along the palm of his hand, reaching the limbs and hundreds of remains, and then seeping into the soul.

The soul and the yin spirit, isolated from the inside and outside, but could not put an end to the instinctive yearning for this spirit of flesh and blood, the heart fire in the soul immediately boiled, and the projection of the humanistic fire resurfaced, and became clearer and clearer. Faintly condensed into an entity!

However, the nature of the fire has also changed, and it is no longer a simple humanistic fire, but a more complex and pure flame, and the flow of information.

The changes in his soul made Qiu Yan's spirit swell rapidly, just like a balloon being blown up and expanded, there was a feeling of not vomiting and unpleasantness, and he blessed his soul and gently knocked the bottom of the scepter on the cold and hard ground!

This time it's terrible. The crowd, who had been stunned by the colorful brilliance, immediately discovered that with the bottom of the scepter as the center, a ring of ripples visible to the naked eye was born out of thin air, radiating and expanding rapidly on the ground, and swept under their feet in the blink of an eye.

Then, the cold and hard snow melted beneath your feet, revealing the cold dirt floor, and beyond. The ripples were still spreading, and within a radius of ten zhang, the wind and ice crystals flying in the sky were actually dispersed, and a peaceful place was opened up. Although it is still cold, it does not feel like it penetrates the bones.

"It's ......"

Zhao Shen, Zhong Yan and the others widened their eyes, looking at the scene in front of them, their eyes rolling. Staring at the ripples in the distance, skimming the icy surface of the North Sea, the North Sea ice fish in the water seemed to be aware. One by one, they jumped out of the water and flipped on the surface of the water, and some of them were close to the shore, and they fell directly to the ground.

Not to mention Meng Qingbin and them, even the people of the Sanshui Clan widened their eyes, and they were shocked by the picture in front of them.

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

Then, the exposed dirt floor quickly softened, and a little green appeared from it, growing on the soles of everyone's feet, straight to the ground, and in their perception, they could clearly feel that the grass penetrated the thick boots, pierced the flesh and bones!

But it wasn't pain, it was a strange feeling.

Especially Meng Qingbin, who used to be an envoy of the Central Plains, was in a trance, and his heart was quickly filled with emotions and thoughts, and there were many scenes in his senses, which brought a lot of emotion.

Soon, along with the Sanshui people, everyone present fell into a state of confusion, their eyes were distracted, and their hearts fluctuated.

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, into the raging ice fields in the east and west, and back to the grasslands in the south.

In the depths of the North Sea, a huge shadow, before and after Qiu Yan and others arrived at the stone statue, rose from the deep water, slowly approached, the ancient consciousness was entrenched in it, exuding a mood of eagerness, at this moment was swept by ripples, the huge body shook suddenly, and the memory in the heart resurfaced, and it was actually trembling all over and sinking again.

In the ice field to the east and west, there are a few rays of light flying over, full of momentum, and there are ice and snow winds accompanying and entwining, but in the middle of the journey, they are contaminated by ripples, all of them are shaken, and the momentum of their bodies plummets.

The ice field is shrouded in ice and snow all year round, the sun is scattered, the earth is full of cold, and the yang energy is not strong, even if the cultivation has not reached the point of nourishing the soul, you can still travel in the daytime.

However, this time, the one who tried to get close was not a monk who cultivated like this, and among them could even see the light and shadow of the Yuan Infant and the brilliance of the Yin Spirit!

It's just that after they came into contact with the ripples, they stopped for a moment, thought for a moment, and 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 clan changed, but because they did not learn or practice, their perception was not sensitive enough, and they did not find many clues, and they quickly resumed their original actions.

However, the two Sanshui monks who were recuperating from their injuries, as well as Peng Qianru and others, who were sitting in the gathering place and ready to respond at any time, sensed it, and both sides had a great change in their faces, walked out of their respective tents, followed their feelings, and looked north.

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"What kind of ripple fluctuation is this? It actually contains a strong aura of literary thoughts, as well as a force to repel the supernatural power, which changes with the distance, if you reach the source place, even if it is the old man, I am afraid that nine tenths of the strength will be suppressed!"

One mile south of the Sanshui tribe's settlement, a few rays of light broke through the sky and fell to the ground, and it was a few monks led by Shi Gongying, each of them had a bad aura on their bodies, and many people's clothes were stained with a little blood.

This blood is not blood in the ordinary sense, but a kind of spell that is transformed by combining the way of luck after the divine consciousness and true element are scattered, and after being contaminated, it can affect the luck of others.

This kind of spell is extremely difficult to cast, it takes a lot of energy, blood, mental energy, and origin, and it is a trick to shake the foundation, if you are not forced into a desperate situation and fall into a desperate situation, you will never cast it.

On the other hand, once it is contaminated, it is difficult to cure it, and the luck is even more plummeting, and the middle one often has to retreat for many years, on the one hand, to fade the mantra lines, on the other hand, try not to contact with the outside world, do not bear cause and effect, and the province's bad luck will cause bitter fruits.

However, the few people who came with Shi Gong's baby, although they were contaminated with the blood stains of spell magic, they didn't care, in them, there was a thick luck shrouded in them, and the distorted luck of the curse blood was suppressed.

This group of people is the worship of the Houjun Governor's Mansion, who was looking for Qiu Yan in the forest before, but fought with the grassland monks, and this fight lasted for many days, and under the fierce battle, many people were involved, and both sides were injured.

However, after the fierce battle, although the grassland monks retreated, Shi Gong and the others did not return, but continued to go deeper, half a day ago, using the supernatural channel, they learned the news of Qiu Yan, and came directly towards the gathering place of the Sanshui Clan, and they just happened to encounter fluctuating ripples.

"Shi Gong, this ripple is so powerful, keep moving forward, maybe there will be an accident......" A monk comforted.

But Shi Gong shook his head with a smile: "If you don't do bad things in your life, what accidents are you afraid of? Besides, there is the Central Plains mark in Wensi, what are we afraid of?" Before the words were finished, the ripples that kept passing over quickly weakened and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

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On the shore of the North Sea, in front of the stone statues.

The changes come and go quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the brilliance and ripples are gone, but the feelings brought to the Central Plains envoys have not receded, and the subtleties of it linger in the heart and endure for a long time, which is enough for them to reminisce for three or four days, day and night.

Compared with it, Sanshui people are a little unclear, but in a trance, they still have some gains, and their gaze at Qiu Yan has changed a little, and in fear, they are a little more solemn, not like they are looking at people, but looking at ......

Jinni.

Qiu Yan, who was watched by everyone, was looking at the scepter in his hand, silent, and the scepter was slowly petrifying.

"The strength of the scepter, regardless of others, can at least suppress the supernatural monks, if you see someone who is difficult to match, you can suppress it with this scepter, but the little spirit left in it is really worth recalling, and the thoughts contained in the spirit may be the essence of the person's body. ”

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

"Even if he is trapped in one place, he wants to do his best, determined to educate the wolves, judging from the results, Su Gong is undoubtedly a failure, and the most reluctantly relied on swords to really drive out the Hun people, in this era of success or failure of heroes, he is really enough to praise, only the unswerving discipline to death, this wolf herding ambition, there is no one to spread at all, and no one agrees and cares, but to be able to implement their own will, not to be disturbed by external objects, and to die endlessly, is it not a victory?"

With this thought, Qiu Yan held the completely petrified scepter, and as Sanshui Lao Khan and the others returned to the tribal station, on the way back, Yebalu and the others became more and more cautious, and when they were in front of Qiu Yan, there was a chilling taste.

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

"Qiu Yan, you came back just in time, an elder wants to see you! Come with me, this is really your creation!" (To be continued......)

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