The Super Universe Leveling Game

As soon as he stepped into the northern border, a wave of coldness hit him. Dongfang Qingyu couldn't help but shiver. This kind of person was not an ordinary person whose temperature dropped. Instead, it was a person whose bones were being scratched by a steel knife.    

It didn't matter how strong his attributes were. He was just like an ordinary player. Just the cold wind alone wouldn't be able to withstand it.    

The weather in the north was cold, and the terrain was relatively flat. There were no mountains or rivers, nor were there any basins or canyons. At a glance, the heavens and earth were connected.    

Villages existed in the form of fortresses. They were either round or square. A village gathered together, and there were walls outside. A village was a world.    

The NPCs in the central plains were quite hospitable. The NPCs in the north were very cold. They were on alert, even if Dongfang Qingyu revealed the title of 'human race's War King'. The sense of distance they gave off was still very obvious. Dongfang Qingyu exchanged a few words with them. He had no choice but to give up on the idea of entering the village to take a look.    

This was the place where the northern border and the central plains intersected. It had not been affected by the war yet. However, the news had already spread. The NPCs in the village went out to work. One hand held a sickle and the other held a weapon. They were ready to fight at any time. The valiant aura was moving.    

Dongfang Qingyu slowed down his speed. His eyes fell on the farmland outside the village. His face unconsciously became serious. The situation was much worse than he had imagined.    

The farmland was made of sand and stone, small grains of sand, one grain of sand, one grain of sand, one grain of sand, one grain of sand, one grain of sand, one grain of sand. It took about 20 centimeters to see the soil. Half of the soil was made of sand and the other half was made of sand. The content of the soil was very low. Strictly speaking, this type of soil was not suitable for planting crops. If it was in the Central Plains, this type of farmland would not be touched by anyone. Because the output depended on luck.    

However, most of the farmland here was this kind of gravel and soil.    

The crops in the seeds were a type of food called black weed beans, the texture was bad. It was hard to swallow, and when used for a long period of time, it would cause the bones to stiffen. It had a strange temper. In the era of natural disasters, black linen beans were used as food, and now, there was no one who planted them anymore. He did not expect that in the north, the black bean was the main ingredient.    

The black soybeans had strong growth and high production. Even in the sandstone land, they could not be cut off. It was probably because of this that the NPCs in the north chose this type of crop.    

However, the NPCs in the northern borders would eat it, and the people in the Northern Tribes might not eat it. The people in the north had been focusing on beef and mutton for a long time. They rarely ate vegetables and fruits. The most important thing was that they did not have the habit of drinking tea. If they ate black bean recklessly, there was only one result. Their stomachs swelled like drums, and they were in so much pain that they wished they were dead.    

Simply put, it didn't matter if he ate a little bit. If he ate it as food, he wouldn't be able to digest it. Unless he ate bit by bit, and only after a few months of adaptation could he eat normally. The Northern Tribes clearly did not have this time.    

If the Northern Tribes could not eat the Black Mamba Beans, they would not stay in the northern borders for too long. They only had one goal, the Central Plains. The white and white rice in the Central Plains was their goal.    

The rice raised people. No matter who they were, they could eat it. There was no indigestion.    

Such a situation had not been made public by the Empire's government. It was not known whether they thought it was a normal image or if they had other concerns. Anyway, Dongfang Qingyu's mood had unknowingly become much heavier.    

The weather in the northern border was not suitable for flying. The wind was strong and disordered. There were also many dangers hidden. However, the horses in the northern border were not bad. They had great strength and endurance. Their speed was fast. Dongfang Qingyu spent 30 gold coins to buy a horse in the Central Plains. Such a horse was worth at least 50 gold coins.    

Dongfang Qingyu had learned how to ride. It was not a problem for him to ride a horse, but it was not easy to ride a horse in the north. It was alright to walk slowly, but when he moved, the wind blew on his face like a knife.    

Dongfang Qingyu calculated the time. There was still time, so he slowed down and moved forward at about 30 yards. This way, it was not too slow, but it would not be so painful.    

Unknowingly, a day had passed. He had passed through countless villages. There were big and small, and crops would adjust according to the difference in land. There were more potatoes and corn, but the quantity was small. Basically, black bean was the main ingredient.    

The further they progressed, the worse the climate was, and the less black marijuana beans they produced. The life of the NPCs would also be worse. The clothes they wore would be at least 50 years behind the clothes they wore in the Central Plains. If they did not see it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe that they were citizens of the same era.    

However, the conditions were poor, and the level of an NPC was clearly higher. The NPC's level with the Central Plains intersection was basically between 80-90. Now, the NPC Dongfang Qingyu saw was basically above level 90. Those that were below level 90 were pitifully few. They were just children and women.    

The wind was strong at night, and it was as if ghosts were crying. Dongfang Qingyu hid in his sleeping bag. There were many wolves and wild dogs at night. It was not a good experience to spend the night in the wild. Dongfang Qingyu slept for less than half an hour. He killed more than 30 wolves, more than 20 wild dogs, and a few unknown monsters. He sent these corpses to the village not far away and changed their living rights to half a room. In the later half of the night, he finally had a good night's sleep.    

"Are you a woman?" It was only at dawn that Dongfang Qingyu noticed that the guest on the other bed in the same room was actually a girl.    

Last night, he was too tired and the other party was covered with bedding. In addition, he only wanted a place to sleep. He didn't pay that much attention. Only when he woke up did he realize that the other party had long, black hair that was soft and shoulder-length. Her waist was slender, and although it was just a back view, it was already confirmed that she was a woman.    

"What's wrong with the woman?" The girl with her back facing Dongfang Qingyu was fiddling with something on her face. When she heard this, she turned around and looked. She revealed a displeased and happy face that was filled with shyness and stubbornness. Her eyebrows were like a painting. It was a face that no matter how angry or bitter one was, it was indescribably beautiful.    

"I misspoke!" Dongfang Qingyu hurriedly apologized. This was clearly a female advocate, and it was better to avoid provoking her. Girls were indeed beautiful, but he was used to seeing beautiful women. The girl in front of him and the beautiful women he had seen before were mostly spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. They were naturally pleasing to the eyes. But it was not to the extent where he would fawn over them.    

The girl snorted and continued to play with her face. She should be applying cosmetics to avoid being blown away by the cold wind. Dongfang Qingyu ignored her and got up to leave the room.    

It was probably because he was making his wolf and wild dog corpses that his master prepared breakfast for him. There was also a fried black bean and a flatbread. The flatbread was made of black bean powder and mutton mixed together. Dongfang Qingyu took a sip. He didn't know whether to call it porridge or paste. He almost spat out the rice from the other night. It was too hard to eat. He put down the bowl, picked up the flatbread, and took a bite. The taste was similar to biting wood, but there was also a strong smell of sheep.    

"Do you have water?" Dongfang Qingyu threw away the porridge and the flatbread while his master was drinking. When his master walked in, he rubbed his stomach and pretended to be full.    

"Thank you!" Dongfang Qingyu drank the water and said goodbye to his master.    

He quickly took out the food he had brought to fill his stomach. He wasn't really hungry at first, but after drinking a bowl of water, he instantly became hungry. The NPCs in the north were more straightforward. The things that they had given out... He had to accept it. Otherwise, he would be anxious. Although it was a pity to lose the food, it was still better than falling out. Dongfang Qingyu was thinking about how the girl behind him should deal with the food when he heard a commotion behind him.    

"I'm not looking down on you, it's just that your food is too hard to eat. This kind of food is fed to dogs, but dogs don't eat it. Bye bye!" The girl rode on a donkey as she ran over. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him. She rubbed her shoulders. When she passed by, she glanced at Dongfang Qingyu and rushed over in the blink of an eye. This donkey's speed was unbelievably fast.    

The owner stood at the door with a face full of anger until the girl disappeared from his sight riding the donkey. Only then did he turn around and return to the house hatefully. Dongfang Qingyu took a look at the village. Even the walls had collapsed. No one cared about it, and he did not know if it was because it was too poor. Or was it because he was broke? Hopefully, the Beijiang people didn't like it.    

He continued to move forward, becoming more and more desolate. There were no more paths left, only sand and stones. No one knew how many years had passed since they started cultivating. Up until now, it was almost impossible to see. They could only pass through the yellow weeds on both sides. They could roughly determine the traces of the road. They had already walked for more than 200 kilometers. Dongfang Qingyu did not see the village again. He also did not catch up to the girl riding the donkey.    

A group of wolves suddenly appeared, and the horse watch that they were sitting on showed signs of uneasiness. Wolves were grassland wolves, Level 105, 12. To normal players, they were a threat, and Dongfang Qingyu did not take them seriously.    

The Grassland Wolves did not charge towards Dongfang Qingyu, but ran past him from the side. Just as Dongfang Qingyu was feeling strange, he turned a small slope. He saw the burning black smoke rising into the sky. The light of the fire lit up. Seven to eight kilometers away, a village was being attacked.    

Dongfang Qingyu knew why the grassland wolves appeared. They smelled the scent of blood. The grassland wolves were very sensitive to the scent of blood, even though they were more than ten kilometers away. They could clearly smell the scent of blood. Dongfang Qingyu raised the horsewhip and heavily whipped the horse's butt. The horse was in pain. He instantly sped up.    

As he approached the village, Dongfang Qingyu saw the weeds on both sides of the road. A group of wolves, wild dogs, and unknown wild beasts. They were not large in number. There were more than ten of them, and seven or eight of them. Their combat strength was not very high. They were not willing to pay a heavy price to hunt, and were only interested in taking advantage of the situation.    

After the war, the corpses were their food.    

The beasts did not attack him, and Dongfang Qingyu did not care about them. When he was one kilometer away from the village, Dongfang Qingyu slowed down, and two sentries appeared in front of him.    

The horse he was riding was also a Siberia horse, and the horse he was riding was of the same first grade species. However, it was obvious that the horse was a lot taller, whether it was the bowl or the mane. When Dongfang Qingyu bought this horse previously, he felt that it was very handsome. But when compared to the horse of the sentinel, he immediately felt that it was too inferior.    

The sentinel wore a felt hat and a thick sheepskin robe. His hair was braided into small braids. He wore earrings and had strong martial power. His figure was a head taller than the people of the Central Plains.    

The two sentinels had already seen him before Dongfang Qingyu had discovered them. An incomprehensible language came from the innermost part of the room. One of the sentinels had a flash of light in his hand and a black bow appeared. In an instant, he was pulled into a full moon. Without even having to aim properly, he shot an arrow at Dongfang Qingyu.    

Swoosh!    

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