The treasure ship left Broken Star Island and headed southwest, but dozens of ships came from the east.
On the bow of the ship, a female cultivator with a dagger on her waist was holding a blueprint, and a little bit of green appeared in her sight, "My lord has an order, take this archipelago!"
Thousands of troops from the Black Clothes Mansion were powerful, "Yes!"
On the other side, Du Jue bowed his head and saluted, neither humble nor overbearing, "To thank you for taking care of the Shang Ding Association, my lord has prepared a thank you gift, which is on Skull Island. Please accept it."
The woman in white put her hand on the teacup, "Where is she?"
Du Jue smiled slightly and said, "I went shopping elsewhere.
Zhan Changfeng was delayed for some time in the Broken Star Islands. There were only ten days left before the closure of Yiyi Island, so he urged the treasure ship to move quickly.
The boat sailed for six days and six nights. Finally, when it was light, they saw the shadow of Yip Island.
Looking from a distance, Yiyi Island looks like a towering and unclimbable mountain, with no docking docks around it. Zhan Changfeng followed the boat and sailed around for half a circle, only to realize that it was two mountains, between the two mountains.
There is a waterway leading to the island.
This waterway is called Lengjiang. As soon as you enter, you will be hit by a biting cold air. Thinking about the land, Jiansu, who has been looking forward to it, can't help but go back to the cabin. Elder Ling who was nestled in the cabin came out instead. He likes this kind of thing very much.
The cold made his body, which was tortured by the hidden fire disease, feel better.
Elder Ling's real name is Ling Dao. When Zhan Changfeng heard his name, he just said, "The name is too big for you to suppress."
Elder Ling pondered for a night and changed his name to Ling Weichu.
The treasure ship sailed out of the shadow of the mountains on both sides of the river and entered the vast plains. The main trunk of the Lengjiang River was as wide as 50 kilometers, making it difficult to see the scene on the other side. In this vast expanse, the new ships dispersed the river fog and caused a lot of noise.
At this time, it was dark and bright, and the shadows of numerous boats approaching the shore had not yet woken up from their sleep.
Jian Su stomped the ground a few times, his face full of happiness, "I feel at ease."
Lin Han's cold and delicate face also felt a hint of relief. Zhan Changfeng asked with a smile, "You live by the sea, aren't you used to sailing?"
"We have never been to the sea, we usually stay in the mountains." Jiansu seemed to have thought of something, and his tone was a little low.
Zhan Changfeng didn't say much, "In that case, let's go to a nearby city to have a look."
Ling Weichu's hidden disease was really serious and could only be repaired slowly. He had no intention of going around with the young man, so he stayed in a boat inn. The cold air of Lengjiang was a pleasure for him.
Zhan Changfeng and the other two went along the official road to nearby Chuanluo City, which is also the registration place for the Haihai Conference.
There are many people who are also rushing into the city, most of them are here to attend the sea meeting, and their cultivation is to build the innate foundation.
The Climbing Sea Conference is divided into large and small conferences. The small conference allows for competition between talents, while the conference is for building foundations to showcase what you have learned and competing for the spot in the vast battle.
It is also a good time for various sects, families and princes to select disciples and talents.
The above-mentioned attention also makes the young monks in the mountain and sea world regard the Climbing the Sea Conference as a turning point in their destiny. Thousands of monks sign up for each session.
Those who have no expectations of being taught by a master will find support here, those who are not famous want to accumulate fame, and those who are famous want to compete with the geniuses of their generation. This is the land of chasing dreams. Every monk who steps ashore is excited and nervous, as if a
Put the firewood close to the fire and it will ignite at any time
Gradually, among the group of foreigners on their way, there were more farmers driving cars or carrying loaders.
Zhan Changfeng paid some attention to the scene in the soul seal and slowed down his steps, "Old man, is this Chuanluo in front of you?"
An old man sitting on a pole resting on the side of the road was shaking his straw hat as a fan, and his white short collar was wet. When someone asked him, he looked over and saw a kind young man. He casually said, "This is Chuanluo, it's a big city."
, you are here to participate in the sea meeting, so hurry up and don’t miss the chance to sign up.”
Zhan Changfeng sat down on the big rock next to him. He didn't care about the moss on it. He was gentle and polite. "I'm new here. Can you tell me what kind of big city it is?"
The old man was happy, he was a free and easy-going person, "Then let me tell you, Chuanluo has two cities, the inner and outer. Outsiders can enter the outer city, and only people from the island can enter the inner city. If you go through here, it will be the outer city."
"Really? Is the old man going to the market?"
"Isn't that right? I've been walking for half the night since I came out of the village. Let's rest here first. Later, we have to go to the city before dawn."
Zhan Changfeng stood up and said, "Thank you for your answer. I just want to remind you not to break the pole." After saying that, he put down a medium-grade spiritual stone and bought the two straw crickets in the pole.
"Hey, this" the old man stood up in surprise and touched his head. Young people nowadays are really weird.
Zhan Changfeng only saw that half of the picture of Spring and Autumn Leaves on the pole contained a mystery, and he went up to chat with him on a whim. However, it was obvious that the old man was not the one who carved the pictures, so his interest quickly faded and he soon forgot about it.
back.
Jiansu also figured out her temperament, she liked to be straightforward and patient, so he asked, "You already know where the front is, why do you still ask?"
"No matter how clear it is, it's not as clear as the locals. Besides, there are many strange people and strangers in the mountains and wilderness." She smiled and gave a straw cricket to Lin Han.
Lin Leng's face was sullen, with a vivid straw cricket in his palm. Jian Su shivered, feeling that his sister's breath was a little heavy for no reason.
When Lin Han was thinking about whether to put it away or put it away, Zhan Changfeng gave another cricket to Jiansu, "It's made of agrimony. It has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind."
The two people who had left home were stunned, as if there was really reassuring power coming from their hands.
Zhan Changfeng said, "I also tested your qualifications on the ship. Your qualifications are a bit beyond my expectation. Keeping you with me may delay you. You can take the opportunity to find out during this sea meeting.
A suitable sect.”
She added, "Forget about the princes of the sect, it's better to follow them than follow me. If you don't go to the Shangzong Holy Land to learn the Mahayana exercises, it will be a waste."
If other people heard her words, they might guess how rampant this person is, not paying attention to the sect princes, but pointing directly at the sect in the Holy Land.
Lin Hanjiansu had witnessed that short but devastating battle, and had also been in contact with the mysterious woman who took them away from the disintegrating mountain. He did not feel that there was anything wrong with Zhan Changfeng's words.
The only problem was that he was afraid that Zhan Changfeng would have too high expectations for them. Lin Han considered it and said, "Senior, you are ridiculous. I heard that the sect does not accept those who lead the arts."
Jiansu also said, "Yes, there may not necessarily be Shangzong here to watch the competition."
"The Supreme Sect does not accept those who lead the art, but does not accept monks who are inconsistent with the Taoist ideals. You are still young and have not yet developed Taoist seeds. In addition, your talents are very malleable. It is you who choose the sect, not the sect.
You guys don’t have to worry too much.”
"Now let's go to the Cunhai Conference to try. This is not the only way to the Holy Land Sect. It is not available here. You can also participate in the Sect's Dharma Conference. Of course, this mainly depends on your own wishes. After all, you cannot let others do it for you.
Choice, I’m just making a suggestion.”
Lin Hanjian was meditating solemnly at the same time, half confused and half yearning for a path that he had never thought about in detail, and asked her for advice on cultivation.
Zhan Changfeng answered them one by one, and introduced the general situation of the monastic world in a simple and easy-to-understand way, helping them understand the world they live in.
Talking as he walked, he arrived in front of Chuanluo City.