Chapter 413 Island

The ocean scenery is magnificent. Especially for those who have lived on land for a long time, it is easy to be conquered by such scenery. But no matter how magnificent the scenery, too much unchanging monotony will gradually make people lose interest. Fortunately, there are other people on the ship to chat with.

Apart from Ji Kangle, the others went to interrogate the knights.

In their hands, these people still have value and can be used.

In other words, these people are worth 'money'.

I wonder if this counts as five hundred thousand...

This can also be regarded as reporting spies.

Although it is a physical report...

Wei Yuan recalled the first time he went to sea, there were only calm and composed Ruishi and Xu Shi, the number one strategist of Shenzhou, who needed to scheme against each other. That voyage was quite boring, and the time with Ah Xuan, the small boat was too bumpy on the way back, which made him a little seasick.

The big ships of the Qin Dynasty were much more stable.

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck of the ship, looking at the undulating waves, his thoughts were complicated. Speaking of which, unlike Wuzhiqi, the battle against Gonggong was centered on King Yu and Yinglong Gengchen as the core combat power. He was not qualified to participate at all, but he could also know Gonggong's power from the circulated legends.

At that time, he never thought that one day it would be his turn to find Gonggong.

Looking at the waves, Wei Yuan pondered, thinking about whether to sprinkle a handful of soybeans into the sea and let the Yellow Turban Warriors go into the sea to check for traces of Gonggong, but he immediately rejected this idea. The principle of the Yellow Turban Warrior's body protection spell is to call down the spirituality left in the Shenzhou sky.

Even the pseudo-angels have fallen. Once the Yellow Turban Warriors are involved, their spirituality 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 just float on the surface?

Speaking of which, can the Yellow Turban Warrior incarnations swim?

After all, their main body is soybeans.

Wei Yuan stared at the sea, and began to seriously consider the possibility of throwing a handful of soybeans into the sea to try.

Soon they arrived at the small island.

It was really quite small, just like Ji Kangle said.

There was a village with only one street.

There were scattered households, about ten or so. However, Wei Yuan saw that most of the houses were uninhabited. There were probably no more than ten people left on this small island. Ji Kangle explained, "It is said that the ancestors here came to escape the war, but life on this small island is hard. Almost every few years, people go back to the mainland from here, so the number has always been this small."

"Brother Fang, is Brother Fang there?"

After he explained, he shouted loudly towards a yard.

A man's voice soon came from inside.

The door was pushed open, and a dark-skinned, sturdy man walked out. He was stunned when he saw Ji Kangle, then laughed and hugged him, saying, "Isn't this Old Ji? Are you on a mission today?"

Ji Kangle smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, and I have a few friends who came here to take a look."

"As usual, I brought you some things."

He carried some things down from the boat.

Rice, flour, grain, oil, and some daily necessities such as soap, as well as vegetables and pork that are not common on the island. Most importantly, there were two boxes of pure draft beer. The man's eyes lit up, and he happily carried the things in, inviting Ji Kangle and Wei Yuan and others to sit down, and brought out tea.

Before Wei Yuan entered the house, he took out a bag, turned it upside down, and scattered the soybeans on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into five Yellow Turban Warriors.

Wei Yuan handed over some talismans and spiritual materials, and ordered the Yellow Turban Warriors to set up a formation on this small island.

The main purpose was to conceal the aura and have considerable defensive capabilities.

The five Yellow Turban Warriors were stunned, and there was even a hint of disbelief in their eyes. They asked in reply:

"Set up a formation?"

"Yes, set up a formation."

"Can't do it?"

"No, no, no, we can do it, we can do it."

"We are very good at it!"

"Really, you believe me!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban Warriors, who somehow gradually gained self-awareness and thinking ability, shook his head violently.

He patted his chest to guarantee.

He indicated that setting up a formation was a trivial matter and there was no problem at all.

If he didn't, he suspected that the young man in front of him would directly lower their professional standards to the extent of washing clothes, mopping the floor, rowing boats, and washing dishes, and adopt a policy of never hiring them for other professions.

Heaven have mercy, they were created to protect and assist the altar.

At most, they had moved a few times in the hands of the sub-Celestial Master.

But later, who didn't know the famous Yellow Turban Warriors who subdued demons and protected the altar?

Who knew that in this generation, they were sweeping the floor and rowing boats.

The sub-Celestial Master would be so angry that he couldn't rest in peace if he found out about this under the nine springs.

The Yellow Turban Warriors, who were finally able to perform their duties, accepted the orders with a feeling of wanting to roar at the sky, and disappeared with a swoosh. Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked into the courtyard of this small island fishing village. He saw a rope stretched between the tree trunk and the wall, with whole fish drying on it.

Generally speaking, air-dried, sun-dried, and shade-dried fish have various different flavors when cooking.

In addition, there are some special processing methods that challenge people's limits.

For example, canned herring.

For example, the special delicacy of the Eskimos.

Wei Yuan's mind flashed through various fish soups, and he decided to bring some fish back when he went back.

At this time, Zhang Hao had already begun to inquire about the recent events from the man named Fang Feng. The latter could not wait to open a bottle of beer, and a plate of peanuts was placed on the table. Wei Yuan saw that there was a plate on the table with clean small pebbles.

Feng Siyu poked at the pebbles and asked curiously, "Can these things be eaten?"

Fang Feng smiled honestly and said, "They can be eaten."

"They are snacks to go with the wine."

"Snacks to go with the wine?"

"Yes." The old fisherman said with a smile, "These stones are washed clean, boiled with salt, and then sucked with the mouth. They have a very good taste. They are good with wine, and they are also cheap. Only the salt costs a little money, but it doesn't cost much. When drinking, you always have to have some taste."

"Sometimes, I suck on these stone eggs while drinking, watching the sky outside gradually light up, and the water reflects the light, like shaking fish scales, it's quite nice."

Feng Siyu slowly nodded, her eyes slightly bright, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fang Feng took a sip of wine and answered Zhang Hao's inquiry, "You just asked if there is anything different on the sea recently? No, the sea is like this, storms and waves are very common. If there are no such things one day, then this sea would be strange."

"Old Ji, why are you asking this? Did something happen?"

Ji Kangle simply explained, "Some ships are missing."

Fang Feng was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "...So that's how it is."

Then he asked some more questions. Sometimes, many things cannot be solved, and clues are hidden in the subtle details, so they cannot be easily let go. Feng Siyu was bored listening, and quietly said a word to Wei Yuan, then slipped out. Xiang Hongbao did not listen here from the beginning. He strolled around the island alone, saying that he wanted to find a way to determine a clearer position when the pseudo-angel disappeared.

Wei Yuan and others listened to the inquiries in this house with a faint fishy smell.

About half an hour later, Wei Yuan noticed a faint fluctuation of magic power.

It was the Yellow Turban Warriors.

He nodded towards Zhang Hao and said, "I'll go out for a while."

"Huh? Okay... Guild Leader Wei, just go."

The Yellow Turban Warrior appeared outside the door.

He cupped his fists and saluted, saying, "Immortal, the formation has been completed."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He had to be cautious when he arrived at the East Sea. After the formation was set up, he would contact Wuzhiqi again. He nodded, and said, "Very good, thank you for your trouble." The Yellow Turban Warrior gave a slight salute and disappeared.

Next, it was time to face this place directly.

Wei Yuan thought in his heart, and when he returned, his steps paused slightly.

His gaze looked at a house next to him. He had been thinking about things just now and didn't notice it. There was a faint fluctuation inside. He walked over and looked through a small piece of broken glass. He saw that it should be a utility room, but the table was very clean. On it was a pure white jade arm.

On the arm was a pen.

The pen had an extremely strong aura of truth.

After the death of a hero of a generation, their true spirit will not be annihilated like ordinary people. Or rather, it is because of the persistence and will caused by their own experiences that they can resist the wear and tear of the Heaven and Earth Furnace. There is still a small possibility that their true spirit will be reincarnated.

It's just that they may not be able to restore their memories.

Correspondingly, some things will also have the aura of the true spirit remaining.

Wei Yuan had seen many such things.

This pen...

"This is something my ancestor took on once, and it can be regarded as a family heirloom."

A voice came from his ear. Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the honest fisherman walking out. Zhang Hao and Yuanjue were also there. The matter should be over. Fang Feng took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "As for this pen and this arm, to be honest, 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 ran into each other directly.

This small island was not very big in the first place. When the two of them were wandering around, it was natural to bump into each other easily. When they met, Feng Siyu was sitting on a stone, grabbing a handful of melon seeds from her small satchel and cracking them. Seeing Xiang Hongbao lowered his head, holding a cross in his hand, and muttering something, she asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Hongbao was stunned. He looked up and saw that it was Feng Siyu, and said, "It's you. I'm seeing if I can find the direction in which things happened. No matter what, I can be considered to have mixed into the middle level of the church. I still know something about sensory magic. I can help a little bit. I can't just be idle."

As he spoke, he shook the cross left and right.

Feng Siyu was curious, supported herself on the stone with both hands, jumped down, landed next to Xiang Hongbao, and asked curiously:

"Are you looking for the pseudo-angel you mentioned? What exactly is this pseudo-angel?"

What is an angel?

Xiang Hongbao didn't know how to answer. He walked forward while thinking, and thought, "You're asking about pseudo-angels?"

"Probably selected from those pure children who have been raised in the Holy Church since they were young, as descendants. They can inherit the power of the sacred objects in the Holy Church, and can use those legendary treasures. They have divinity and can exert great power, so they are called pseudo-angels."

"The church's reaction is so big this time. I guess they want to take back the sacred objects used by the pseudo-angels. That kind of treasure containing divinity is a very rare treasure even in the Holy Church."

Feng Siyu nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, so they are not here to save people... they are here to touch the corpse."

Xiang Hongbao was choked.

He didn't know if this girl was saying it casually, or if she was hitting the nail on the head.

Feng Siyu asked curiously again: "Then what are real angels like? What do they look like?"

"Real angels..."

Xiang Hongbao was about to answer when the sandy ground under his feet suddenly gave way. His expression changed, and he looked down, seeing that the ground under his feet was collapsing like quicksand, and a huge hole appeared under his feet. He turned over and wanted to grab the ground, but the soil flowed out from between his fingers like sand.

There's something strange about this island!

No, there is really a problem with this sea area!

A thought flashed through Xiang Hongbao's mind, and his body had already fallen directly. This 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 at all. His face was ugly. It had been several seconds since he fell, and he was not a martial artist or a knight. He would definitely become a pile of mud if he fell.

At this moment, he suddenly saw an extra figure next to him.

Feng Siyu's slender legs were crossed, right next to him, as if she was sitting, falling down together.

Her ponytail was raised upwards.

Xiang Hongbao was dumbfounded: "Why are you down here too?!"

Feng Siyu said: "I'm saving you."

Huh?!

Xiang Hongbao's heart was blocked, and he wanted to kill himself directly here. He roared frantically: "Save me? So you just jumped down?! Can you fly? Or do you have wings? Who the hell wants you to save me..."

"I can." "Huh?"

Feng Siyu put the melon seeds into her small satchel.

When Xiang Hongbao was full of despair, his body suddenly stopped, and a pulling force came from his collar.

A wind came, blowing on his cheeks.

Because of the shaking, the cross inside Xiang Hongbao's collar was raised. His eyes widened, and he saw white wings suddenly spread out from behind the heroic girl. From the high hole, golden sunlight shone in, like a beam of light. The originally lively girl actually had a bit of indescribable holiness and dignity at this moment, and a clear voice sounded in his ear.

"You haven't said yet, what is an angel?"

In the distant future, when the old Xiang Hongbao recalled this day, he would still be unable to stop himself from being lost, and then shook his head with a smile, sealing the words in his memory, but at this time, he subconsciously murmured: "Messenger of God..."

Xiang Hongbao reacted and stammered, "You, you are an angel?!"

Messenger of God?

Feng Siyu was stunned.

"When did you recognize it?!"

"You are really an angel?!"

The two stared at each other.

Feng Siyu pondered.

The God of Fire Zhurong = an ancient and powerful god.

She is a priest.

So, the conclusion is established.

When the old Xiang Hongbao recalled the past, he found with a wry smile that the Jingjiao tradition that had been breeding alone in Shenzhou for a long time had completely deviated at this moment, rushing towards a direction that no one knew. Regardless of whether he had such thoughts, he was undoubtedly an accomplice at this time.

The girl raised her eyebrows and affirmed:

"You're right."

"I didn't expect you to be so smart."

ps: Today's second update... a buffer chapter, sleep, sleep...

Oh my god... this schedule is too draining.

Adding some qualitative things is because I'm worried that some book friends will think wildly, lying down...