Chapter 356: Chapter 149 Ancient Martial Arts and Pang Mountain_3
"Zhang Feng said there’s something bad in the air!" The one-eyed man was very convinced by Zhang Feng and pointed at his nose, "They’re burrowing into our noses!"
"Something bad?"
"I was wondering why my nose felt a bit itchy..."
The surrounding crew members heard this and started frantically searching for cloth.
Some even picked up buckets and threw them overboard to fetch water.
Zhang Feng glanced at them, and after seeing the chaos on the ship, turned to the one-eyed man.
The one-eyed man was holding a relatively clean piece of cloth, handing it to Zhang Feng,
"Zhang Feng, this is new clothing fabric."
"Mm." Zhang Feng took it and asked the one-eyed man, "How many times have you been here?"
"I’ve passed by three times." The one-eyed man tightened the cloth around his mouth and nose, speaking muffled, "Once about seven years ago, once last year, and today."
He pointed to the surrounding crew members who were watching, "Some of them are here for the first time, others for the second."
"Always itchy?" Zhang Feng asked again.
"Yes."
"Every time we come here, it’s very itchy."
"This sea is so strange..."
The one-eyed man and the few others who had traveled this route before all nodded.
"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded too, "Although I don’t know what the ’itchy things’ in the air are, but since you’ve passed by several times without incident, it should be safe.
So no need to wear cloth strips, talking with them sounds weird and it’s hard to hear clearly."
"Hmm..." The one-eyed man and a few others were stunned for a moment, but then thought it seemed right.
If something was going to happen, it would have happened long ago.
Moreover, now they’ve smelled it, it can’t be stopped.
So they took off the cloth strips.
Only a few crew members held onto the hope that they might avoid it and kept wearing them.
Everyone has different thoughts.
The one-eyed man and others didn’t mock them for being timid, nor did they say anything, instead they all looked at Zhang Feng.
"Zhang Feng, should we..."
The one-eyed man spoke while pointing to the distant Pang Mountain, "Go around it?"
"If you ask me." Zhang Feng gazed at the distant mountain, "Let’s go over and have a look."
Originally, if it was about hunting, Zhang Feng wasn’t very concerned.
But now it seems there’s something strange.
Zhang Feng was intrigued.
And as Zhang Feng spoke, he also glanced toward the side of the ship,
"By now, the captain should be waking up soon, let’s inform him, and we’ll dock and take a look."
...
Whoosh—
The ship docked in the northwest.
There was a good landing spot here.
Then one by one, like dumplings, people dropped into the water, swimming to shore.
The elderly, women, and children were helped by the other crew members.
Zhang Feng swam at the front and glanced back.
When we arrived at Lin Island or some large island and land, it’s better to properly settle the ordinary people from the ship, then replace them all with strong fighters.
As he thought.
Zhang Feng landed on the island, his body giving a slight shake, causing most of the water stains on his clothes to disappear.
"Is Zhang Feng becoming even more wondrous..."
"What kind of martial arts was that just now?"
Seeing such a miraculous scene, the people behind him widened their eyes.
"You guys stay here for now, take a rest."
Zhang Feng didn’t say much to them, just walked straight toward the mountain ahead.
Now that he was closer.
Under Zhang Feng’s close inspection, he could clearly see at the six hundred meter mark of the mountainside, there was a large patch of very strange flowers.
They were about thirty centimeters tall, with pale flowers, including the stems.
The whole patch was white, reflecting the midday sun, creating a visual discomfort.
As if someone had spread a large sheet of clean white paper over the mountainside.
Rustle—
Zhang Feng silently walked toward that place.
After passing through a sparse grove, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Looking to his left, he saw not far away, there was a man-made path going up the mountain.
But on this side of the mountain, there were no signs of human habitation like small houses.
’When we were about to dock, the one-eyed man mentioned there seem to be some residents here who live on the mountain.’
Zhang Feng thought while climbing,
’But he hasn’t actually been up the mountain.
He mostly stays on the island for a few hours, rests, and leaves.
His reasoning for this assumption must be due to the man-made steps.
However, if there are people on the mountain, I don’t know how they tolerate the itchy noses, maybe they’re used to it?’p>
His nose was still very itchy, but he also noticed some gulls and other birds weren’t circling the mountain.
If we were to grow fruits here, it might be quite good.
Modern urban gulls might be more interested in food in people’s hands, but ancient gulls would still eat fruits on small islands.
In Zhang Feng’s memory, before he boarded the ship, the fruits grown on the island were often ruined by these gulls.
Rustle—
Zhang Feng climbed up the mountain, quickly reaching the area of Itchy Flowers.
To be honest, Zhang Feng actually wanted to eat a flower to see what effect it had, but considering his constitution wasn’t high, he decided against it.
"You are..."
At this moment, a middle-aged man emerged from a nearby patch, chewing a flower, looking vigilantly at Zhang Feng.
Rustle...
Also heard the middle-aged man’s calls.
A dozen people came out from behind the surrounding rocks, they were the residents here.
Their presence represented the highest defense force at their house front.
"I’m just passing through, resting here."
Seeing they had no hostility, only vigilance, Zhang Feng pointed to the mountain down below,
"That’s my ship, my people."
"Here to rest?" They also glanced downward.
One of them even used binoculars, and upon seeing the diverse group on the shore delighting in harmony, they relaxed their expressions.
If it were pirates, it would basically be a group of fierce young men.
However, Zhang Feng paid more attention to these people’s constitution, noticing it was generally around 30~45.
These are a bunch of 1.5 times tougher merchants!
And they have a very peculiar method of training.
This, needs to be figured out.
The first step is how to integrate.
...
Night falls.
The one-eyed man and the others also made it halfway up the mountain.
Zhang Feng quickly integrated himself into these people’s small group through his special ways.
"Yes, regarding the soil composition for planting..."
Zhang Feng taught these people how to grow fruits and also told the young men practicing martial arts here:
"The fusion of energy and force isn’t about striking with a conscious thought, but through long-term practice, making it naturally strike..."
One teaches agriculture, the other teaches martial arts.
In just an afternoon, Zhang Feng became the great teacher of this ’hundred-person family.’
Knowledge is so mighty, achieving victory without warfare.
Now these dozen 1.5 times tougher merchants revere him like a deity.