The scenery of the ocean is magnificent, especially for people who have lived on land for a long time. It is easy to be impressed by such scenery. However, no matter how magnificent the scenery is, if it remains unchanged for too long, it will gradually become boring. Fortunately, there are many things on this ship.
Others can chat.
Except for Ji Kangle, everyone else went to interrogate the knights.
Holding them in your hands, these people still have value and can be used.
In other words, these people are worth a lot of money.
I don’t know if this counts as half a million...
This can be regarded as reporting a spy.
Although it is a physical report...
Wei Yuan remembered that the first time he went to sea, there were only the solemn and calm warriors, and Xu Shi, the first alchemist in China who needed to quarrel. That time he went to sea was quite boring, but the time he went to sea with Ah Xuan, the small boat came back.
It was so bumpy that it actually made him a little seasick.
The big ships in the Qin Dynasty were much more stable.
Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck of the ship, watching the undulating waves, with complicated thoughts. Speaking of which, unlike Wuzhi Qi, the battle for Gonggong was based on King Yu and Yinglong Gengchen. He
There is no qualification to participate at all, but we can know the power of Gonggong from the legends circulating.
At that time, he had no idea that one day it would be his turn to come to Gonggong.
Looking at the waves, Wei Yuan pondered, thinking about whether to throw a handful of soybeans in and let the Yellow Turban Warriors go into the sea to check and do a dive to see if there was any trace of Gonggong. However, he immediately rejected this idea. The Yellow Turban Warriors guarded the waves.
The principle of the body curse is to call down the spiritual beings left in the sky above China.
Even the simulated angels have fallen. Once the Yellow Turban Warriors are involved, the spirit may not be able to escape and will be directly annihilated. Wei Yuan cannot allow this to happen. However, if the soybeans are thrown in, will they float directly on top?
In this way, can the incarnation of the Yellow Turban Warriors swim?
After all, the main body is soybean.
Wei Yuan stared at the sea and began to seriously consider the possibility of throwing a handful of soybeans into the sea and trying it.
We soon arrived at the small island.
It's really quite small, just like Ji Kangle said.
There is a village with only one street.
There were about a dozen families scattered inside, but Wei Yuan saw that most of the houses were no longer occupied. I am afraid there would not be more than ten people still living on the island. Ji Kangle explained: "
It is said that the ancestors here came here as refugees, but life on this small island is difficult, and people return to the mainland from here almost every few years, so the number of people has always been this high."
"Brother Fang, is Brother Fang here?"
After he finished explaining, he shouted into a family's yard.
A man's voice soon came from inside.
The door was pushed open, and a man with tanned skin and a strong body came out. When he saw Ji Kangle, he was stunned for a moment, laughed, went up and hugged him, and said: "Isn't this Lao Ji? I'm on a mission today.
?”
Ji Kangle smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, I have a few friends who came here to have a look."
"As usual, I brought you something."
He took some things off the boat.
Rice, flour, grains and oils, some daily necessities such as soap, as well as vegetables and pork that are not common on the island, and the most important thing are two boxes of pure draft beer. The man's eyes lit up, and he happily came in with the things and greeted Ji Kangle and
Wei Yuan and others sat down and brought tea out.
Before Wei Yuan entered the house, he took out a bag, turned it upside down, and spilled the soybeans inside.
In the blink of an eye, they turned into five yellow scarf warriors.
Wei Yuan handed over some talismans and spiritual materials and ordered many yellow scarf warriors to set up formations on the island.
It mainly covers Qi and has considerable defensive capabilities.
The five yellow scarf warriors were startled, their eyes even seemed to be in a trance of disbelief, and they asked:
"Set up the formation?"
"Yes, set up the formation."
"Can't you do it?"
"No, no, no, we can do it, we can do it."
“We’re good at it!”
"Really, you believe me!"
The leader of the Yellow Turban Warriors, who for some reason gradually gained self-memory and thinking abilities, shook his head violently.
He reached out and patted his chest to confirm.
There is no problem at all with such a small thing as representing the magic circle.
Otherwise... he suspected that the young man in front of him would directly lower their professionalism to the level of doing laundry, mopping the floor and rowing boats, and would adopt the policy of never hiring other professions.
God is merciful, they were obviously created to protect themselves and assist the altar.
At most, I moved several times under the hands of the Celestial Master.
But in the future, who doesn’t know the famous yellow scarf warrior who slays demons and protects the altar?
Who would have known that in this generation, he would be a sweeper and a rower.
The next time Master Tian learned about it, he was so angry that he couldn't even close his eyes.
The yellow scarf warriors who were finally able to perform their duties felt like they wanted to scream to the sky. They received the decree and escaped with a brush. Wei Yuan withdrew his sight and walked into the courtyard of a small island fishing village. He saw the tree trunks and walls.
A rope was pulled out, and the whole fish was dried on it.
Generally speaking, air-dried, sun-dried, and shade-dried fish have various flavors when cooked.
In addition, there are some special processing methods that challenge people's limits.
Such as canned herring.
Such as Eskimo specialties.
Wei Yuan's mind flashed with fish soup, and he decided to take some fish with him when he went back.
At this time, Zhang Hao had already begun to ask the man named Fang Feng. The latter could not wait to open a bottle of beer. There was a plate of peanuts on the table. Wei Yuan saw a plate on the table with washed small beans.
cobblestone.
Feng Siyu pulled the pebbles and asked curiously: "Can this thing be eaten?"
Fang Feng smiled honestly and said, "It's edible."
"It's an appetizer."
"An appetizer?"
"That's right." The old fisherman said with a smile: "Wash these stones, boil them with salt or something, and slurp them with your mouth. It's quite tasty. It's mainly cheap to drink with. Just spend some money on salt, but
It doesn’t cost much, and this drinking has to be delicious to be authentic.”
"Sometimes I chat about this stone egg while drinking wine, and watch the sky light up little by little outside, and the water also reflects the light, just like shaking fish scales. It's quite good."
Feng Siyu nodded slowly, his eyes brightened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Fang Feng took a sip of wine and answered Zhang Hao's inquiry: "You just asked, is there anything different at sea recently? Not really. Storms, waves and the like are quite common on the sea.
, if one day there are no such things, then the sea will be strange."
"Lao Ji, why are you asking this? What happened?"
Ji Kangle simply explained: "A ship has disappeared."
Fang Feng was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "...So that's it."
Then he asked about some things. Sometimes, many things could not be solved. The clues were hidden in the clues and could not be easily let go. Feng Siyu was bored and quietly said to Wei Yuan and slipped out. Xiang Hong
Bao didn't listen here at first. He walked around the island alone, trying to find a clearer location where the fictional angel disappeared.
Wei Yuan and others were listening to the questions in this room with a faint fishy smell.
About half an hour later, Wei Yuan noticed a faint fluctuation in mana.
It's the Yellow Turban Warrior.
He nodded towards Zhang Hao and said, "I'll go out for a while."
"Huh? Okay...guardian master, just go and do it."
The yellow scarf warrior appeared outside the door.
He cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "Master, the formation of the magic circle has been completed."
Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. When he arrived at the East China Sea, he had to be cautious. After setting up the magic circle, he contacted Wuzhiqi again. He nodded and got: "Very good, I'm sorry to bother you about this matter." The yellow scarf warrior gave a slight salute and disappeared.
.
Next, it’s time to face this place head-on.
Wei Yuan thought to himself, and when he returned, his steps paused slightly.
He looked at a room next to him. He was just thinking about something and didn't notice that there was a faint fluctuation inside. He walked over and saw through a small piece of broken glass that it should be a utility room, but the table was very
It is clean, with an arm made purely of white jade placed on it.
On his arm, he also held a pen.
There is a very strong energy of truth in that pen.
However, after the death of a hero, the true spirit will not be annihilated like ordinary people. In other words, it is because of their persistence and will caused by their own experiences that they can withstand the wear and tear of the furnace of heaven and earth. The true spirit still has a tiny wisp.
Possibly reincarnated.
It's just that the memory may not be restored.
Correspondingly, some things will also have the residual breath of the true spirit.
Wei Yuan has seen many such things.
This pen...
"This is something my ancestors took over. It can be regarded as a family heirloom."
There was a voice in his ears. Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the honest fisherman coming out. Zhang Hao and Yuan Jue were also there. It must be that the conversation was over. Fang Feng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "As for this one
The pen, and this arm, actually speaking, this story has a lot to do with a general."
"General? Who..."
The fisherman said: "Qi Jiguang."
……………………
At this time, Feng Siyu and Xiang Hongbao met directly.
The island was not that big, so it was easy for the two of them to bump into each other when they were wandering around. When they met, Feng Siyu was sitting on a stone, grabbing a handful of melon seeds from his small satchel and was cracking them. When he saw Xiang Hongbao lowered his head,
Head, holding a cross in his hand, muttering something unknown, curiously asked: "What are you doing?"
Xiang Hongbao was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw Feng Siyu, and said: "It's you, I'm trying to see if I can find out the direction of the incident. Anyway, I can be considered as sneaking into the middle level of the church."
Here, I am still good at sensing magical spells. I can help a little bit, so I can’t be idle."
As he spoke, he swung the cross from side to side.
Feng Siyu was curious, he held up the stone with both hands, jumped down, landed next to Xiang Hongbao, and said curiously:
"You want to talk to you, what is a pseudo-angel? What exactly is this pseudo-angel?"
What is an angel?
Xiang Hongbao didn't know how to answer. He thought about it as he walked forward and thought: "Are you asking about an angel?"
"They are probably selected from the pure children raised in the church. As descendants, they can inherit the power of the holy objects in the church, can use those legendary treasures, possess divinity, and exert strong power.
That’s why it’s called a pseudo-angel.”
"The church's reaction was so great this time. I guess I want to bring back the holy objects that are similar to those used by angels. Those kinds of treasures that contain divinity are rare treasures even in the church."
Feng Siyu nodded, thoughtfully: "Oh, so I'm not here to save people..., I'm here to touch the corpse."
Xiang Hongbao was choked.
He didn't know if the girl said it casually or if she should say it went straight to the point.
Feng Siyu was curious again: "What is a real angel? What does it look like?"
"A real angel..."
Xiang Hongbao was about to answer when the sand under his feet suddenly became empty. His expression changed. He lowered his head and saw that the ground beneath his feet collapsed like quicksand. A huge hole appeared under his feet. He turned over and tried to grab the ground, but the soil failed.
It flows out from the fingers like gravel.
There's something weird about this island!
No, there is really a problem in this sea area!
A thought flashed through Xiang Hongbao's mind, and he fell directly. The hole that suddenly appeared on the island was extremely deep. Xiang Hongbao subconsciously took out his mobile phone and immediately recorded a voice message and sent it to Zhang Hao, but found that there was no signal.
, his face looked ugly, and he had not landed for several seconds. He was neither a martial artist nor a knight, so he would definitely fall into a pile if he fell.
At this moment, he suddenly saw an additional figure next to him.
Feng Siyu's slender legs were crossed, right next to him, as if they were sitting, falling together.
The ponytail is raised upward.
Xiang Hongbao was stunned: "Why did you come down too?!"
Feng Siyu said: "I'll save you."
ha?!
Xiang Hongbao felt a blockage in his heart, and he wanted to hit himself to death here, and said frantically: "Save me? Then you just jumped down?! Can you fly, or do you have wings?
Do they want you to save..."
"I can." "Huh?"
Feng Siyu put the melon seeds into a small satchel.
When Xiang Hongbao's face was full of despair, he suddenly froze and felt a pulling force on his collar.
The wind came and blew on my cheeks.
Because of the shaking, the cross inside Xiang Hongbao's collar raised. His eyes widened and he saw the white wings suddenly spread out from the back of the heroic girl. From the high hole, golden sunlight shone in, like a beam of light. Originally,
The lively girl actually had an indescribable sanctity and solemnity at this time, and her clear voice rang in his ears.
"You haven't said yet, what is an angel?"
In the distant future, when the already old Xiang Hongbao recalls this day, he will still be distracted, then smile and shake his head, sealing the words in his memory, but at this time, he subconsciously murmured: "God
The messenger..."
Xiang Hongbao reacted and stammered: "You, you are an angel?!"
Messenger of God?
Feng Siyu was stunned for a moment.
"When did you recognize it?!"
"Are you really an angel?!"
The two stared at each other.
Feng Siyu pondered.
Fire God Zhurong = ancient and powerful deity.
She is a priest.
Then, the conclusion is established.
When he was old, Xiang Hongbao recalled the past and found with laughter and laughter that the Nestorian inheritance, which had flourished independently in China during its long history, completely turned away at this moment and rushed towards a direction that no one knew about.
Regardless of whether he has such thoughts, at this time, he is undoubtedly an accomplice.
The girl raised her eyebrows and affirmed:
"You're right."
"I didn't expect you to be so smart."
PS: The second update today... Buffer the chapter, sleep, sleep...
I'm going to risk my life...this schedule is too exhausting.
I added some qualitative things because I was worried that some book friends would think too much and lie dead...