It's waving at me

"Okay, okay, it's not like I'm not letting you stay here. Can I really kick you out?"

Jiang Jingjian rubbed his arms through his sleeves and walked forward, unable to help but say helplessly, "Do you really have to use such a vicious and insidious trick..."

Jiang Jingyuan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Don't use it next time. It's too scary." Jiang Jingjian muttered and complained, "I told you, the people and things out there are too dangerous. Look, learning everything will only hurt you."

Jiang Jingjian smiled and raised his hand to hook one of her long, thin pigtails hanging over her shoulder. He said, "When you look at things outside, you have to make your own judgment. Don't just believe everything you hear. Some things are inherently wrong, and some are not suitable for everyone... You have to distinguish them carefully and don't blindly follow them."

Jiang Jingyuan took a deep breath: "..."

The fist is hard.

"Jiang, Jing, Jian!" Jiang Jingyuan's fists clenched under her sleeves, making a "clack" sound. She gritted her teeth and tried to comfort herself, "Don't hit him, don't hit him... One punch and he'll have to lie down for several days..."

This guy doesn't deserve her good mood at all.

She was wrong, she was really wrong. Why did she do such a stupid thing? A simple "thank you for your hard work" could have solved it...

"Go and do your own thing." Jiang Jingyuan suddenly pulled back the pigtail that was hooked between Jiang Jingjian's fingers, turned his head and said coldly, then walked quickly towards his bedroom.

The pigtail between his fingers was unexpectedly pulled away. Jiang Jingjian raised his hand but didn't put it down yet. He looked at the light yellow figure in front of him angrily walking away. He was stunned for a moment, and then...

"Puchi..." He raised his hand to cover the corners of his mouth that were curled up wildly. His dark eyes curved and Jiang Jingjian couldn't help laughing out loud.

He put down his hand, a faint smile on his face, and a glint of excitement and joy flashed in his dark eyes.

So interesting.

…………

Two months later.

Yuan State, southwest sea area.

The sky was clear and hazy, with large patches of gauze-like white clouds in the light blue. A soft, not glaring light fell from the sky deep in the clouds, falling on people's faces and hands, yet one could clearly feel a faint burning sensation.

Waves hit the shore one after another. If people stand closer, they can feel the full force of the waves hitting the shore, shaking together with the earth.

The huge, ancient, moss-covered altars were filled with men, women, young and old, dressed in various clothes. Their faces were either excited or solemn and thoughtful, but without exception, they all looked towards the vast ocean ahead.

Yearning.

Yearning for the unknown world and the hope in people's hearts.

Suddenly, a low cry of surprise erupted from the crowd. Those who had not noticed anything unusual immediately narrowed their eyes and looked at the sea with even greater concentration.

Above the surging sea, a figure appeared faintly near the horizon, slowly approaching, gradually approaching...

"ah!"

Someone exclaimed excitedly, "It's a boat! There really is a boat!"

Many people also became excited and ecstatic:

"The ship is coming!"

The ancient, even weathered and dilapidated ship staggered straight towards the southwest shore of Yuan State.

As it approached, even some elderly people who looked obviously old and about to die could not help but show nervous expressions, their lips moving as if they were muttering something.

As they spoke, their bodies began to tremble violently with excitement.

Everyone stared at the gray-black ship without blinking, afraid of missing anything, and did not dare to relax at all.

Suddenly, a scream of extreme fear instantly pierced everyone's mind.

Everyone turned their heads in horror to look in the direction of the sound, but suddenly a shrill scream exploded from behind.

The sound of "clicking" necks twisting was heard one after another. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads back and searched frantically with their eyes.

Jiang Jingyuan, who was standing behind the crowd, kept staring at the legendary strange ship on the sea.

On the vast sea that was almost the same color as the sky, the dilapidated ancient ship, which was mostly gray and black in color, was unknowingly very close to the shore.

On the ship, countless slender shadows swayed back and forth in the sea breeze.

Before Jiang Jingyuan could see clearly what those long and thin strips were, he felt a numbness creeping up his back.

Don't go see it don't no no no no don't go see it!!!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"

Her heart was beating wildly as if it had foreseen something, panic-stricken, as if urging her to turn around and run or close her eyes.

Jiang Jingyuan suppressed his panic and looked carefully.

There were densely packed people standing on the gray and black dilapidated ship.

They stretched their arms high and waved them left and right, waved, waved.

It stood upright between heaven and earth, then waved its arms left and right with great joy.

On the second-floor balcony of the ship, figures of different heights, weights and bodies stretched out their arms towards the people on the shore.

He waved his arms slowly, one by one, as if calling.

Jiang Jingyuan's gaze moved up to the third floor, where a group of dark figures were standing.

They were waving their long arms excitedly, slowly and dramatically, at her.

Her gaze moved rapidly upwards.

On the fourth floor, a dense crowd of people were waving.

Five floors, densely packed.

Sixth floor, seventh floor, eightth floor, waving.

On the ninth floor, a group of indistinct, dark, shadowy figures raised their hands high, howling towards her as if in a carnival...

Wave.

The dark pupils trembled slightly, and Jiang Jingyuan felt a chill running up his spine.

Her feet seemed to be firmly bound by some invisible force. She raised her head stiffly and stared ahead.

The closer they got to the shore, the more excited the people on the boat became, waving faster and faster...

In the end, it was so fast that only an afterimage remained.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling suddenly pierced the sky.

Everyone shuddered suddenly, as if they had finally regained control of their bodies.

There was no longer any excitement and excitement on their faces as they waited. They pushed the people behind them and retreated backwards in a panic.

"I'm not going, I'm not going! Ah!! I'm not going, I'm not going!"

"What the hell is that—it's waving! They're waving at me aa ...

"It's a ghost! That's a ghost! It's not a ship going to the fairy mountain! It's a ghost ship!!"

The old and dilapidated ship slowly stopped at the shore, and everyone suddenly became even more panicked and scared and screamed and fled. The altars were suddenly filled with noisy chaos.

“Stop! Stop!”

“Enough, enough—!!”

A voice was shouting at the top of its lungs, but it was instantly drowned out by the chaotic screams and footsteps.

The man's face instantly turned red, and he was angry for a while, then he sighed weakly and continued to shout helplessly:

"Don't run, don't panic! This is the boat to the fairy mountain! If you're scared, just leave and don't yell here!"

But this time the shouting was obviously weak and dejected.

I can't carry it... I'm afraid, but it's rare to be afraid for this long. If there's real danger, those who can't even calm down like this will die the fastest...

The man was swayed by the fleeing crowd. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he shut up instantly.

At this moment, he finally understood why this ghost ship had always been firmly controlled by those nobles every time it appeared, and why it had never been opened to the public for discussion...

Not only do we need to control resources in our own hands, but having too many people and no organization will only cause more trouble...

Thinking about this, he glanced at the tall ship with melancholy, thinking, "I wonder why no nobles are vying for it this time... Is it because they've already plundered all the resources of the Immortal Mountain, or is it that the Immortal Mountain doesn't actually have the secrets and resources we imagine..."

Listening to the noisy chattering in his ears and the shrill screams that occasionally startled him, his face was numb.

Make a fuss, make a fuss, and when you’ve made enough noise you’ll calm down.

This scene made them think someone was dead. But when the fight was over, they would find that the only clumps of hair they had lost were pulled out by their own people during the shoving and jostle...

With such a mentality, how dare they come to look for immortals... Are they afraid of death or not?

The girl in white, standing far behind the crowd, stared blankly at the chaotic scene ahead, thinking:

"This... doesn't look like something organized by the 'Seekers' at all... They're disorganized and lack discipline. With a group of people like this, let alone using them to explore the way and fill in the gaps, we should be thankful we didn't get into trouble... Could this trip to the sea in search of immortals really be organized by the 'Seekers' this time?

"But if the 'Seekers' hadn't already occupied it, why wouldn't anyone from the immortal sects or from the major nations and families come to vie for the monopoly this time? Why would they be so willing to give up such readily available benefits? Do they really think there's nothing left to exploit here?"

While she was thinking hard, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a strand of her hair being blown slowly by the breeze. Her eyes became fierce, and with a "clang" sound, Jiang Jingyuan drew his sword and slashed to the side and back!

"Wow!"

A familiar cry of surprise was heard from behind. Jiang Jingyuan raised his eyes and suddenly a beautiful aqua-blue figure appeared in the sea and sky in his field of vision.

Hua Simiao was frightened by her sudden sword attack. She stumbled over her unstable feet and retreated in panic.

"It's me, it's me! Shubao, it's me!" Hua Simiao had tears in her eyes and sat down on the ground of the altar with a plop. She looked up at the cold sword in front of her and trembled pitifully.

"brush!"

The long sword was sheathed, and Jiang Jingyuan bent down and stretched out his hand. He looked at her calmly and warned her, "Don't come from behind next time."

"Oh, okay." Tears welled up in Hua Simiao's eyes. She pouted and showed a pitiful expression of "I want to be strong". She slowly stood up with one hand on Jiang Jingyuan's hand, patted the dust and powder on her dress with both hands, and stood in front of Jiang Jingyuan with a determined face.

Jiang Jingyuan asked, "Going out to sea?"

Hua Simiao's eyes suddenly lit up and she nodded, "Go to sea!"

Jiang Jingyuan was silent for a moment. She was not thinking about Hua Simiao, but something she almost forgot.

Where did Qin Gejue and Qin Jiuyan go?

She stood here for so long, looking back and forth, but she didn't see the two of them...