081.Homesickness
"Is this right?" Qing Ling turned around and asked Shang Changheng.
Shang Changheng was silent for a moment, "That's not right."
Qing Ling nodded, "What should we do now?"
Killing them all is not the best strategy, and standing there and getting beaten is definitely the worst strategy.
Zhu Lezhi whispered, "Or let Senior Shang scare them a little and not kill them. I don't think these ghosts are so insane that they can still talk some sense."
Qing Ling and Shang Changheng looked at each other and both thought it might be worth a try.
Shang Changheng's aura suddenly changed, and the evil spirit that he had been holding back suddenly dispersed. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a solemn shout from behind him: "What are you doing!?"
Not only did Shang Changheng stop moving, but even those who were hanging up stopped swinging. They just hung there silently, looking at each other.
Qingling was also slightly startled. He didn't expect it to be that Lord Zhao.
Lord Zhao still looked the same as he did before he died. He had a stern look on his face. He quickly walked around Qing Ling and the others and said harshly, "Go do what you need to do! What's the point of hiding here and being lazy?! As long as we finish this trip, we can go home!"
The ghosts' faces regained some of their original appearance when they were alive, as if they were moved by Lord Zhao's rebuke.
Lord Zhao's tone also softened. "I know that we have been drifting on the sea for so long, and you are all homesick and afraid that you can't go home, but haven't we found the way? As long as we deliver the goods and stay for a while, we can return. After this trip, the court will need your reward money when you return. Hurry up and do what you need to do. Don't hide here!"
Qingling was originally worried that something big was going to happen today, but after Lord Zhao's soft and hard scolding, these ghosts actually returned to their original appearance as when he first boarded the ship, and each left the dim cabin.
After everyone had left, Lord Zhao frowned and walked over to Shang Changheng. He had long been sure that Shang Changheng was the one who had the final say among the four. He first said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. It's really... this journey was too bumpy. Alas, there was originally an extremely experienced helmsman on the ship who had made many trips. Who would have thought that not long after he got on board this time, he fell ill and died on the sea. The helmsman who was left behind went in the wrong direction, and we drifted on the sea for... for... alas."
When he mentioned the time, his expression was obviously blank, but he didn't ask further questions, as if it was not important. He continued to say: "But you shouldn't have come here!"
Lord Zhao raised his hand, pointed at the empty warehouse and said, "These are all porcelain and silk that are to be shipped to other countries. If any of them are damaged, we can't afford to pay for them even if we lose our heads. We don't allow you to move around because it's for your own good. Go back quickly. When we are done with this trip, we will definitely send you home safely. Go quickly."
Shang Changheng turned around and looked at Qingling.
Qing Ling stepped forward and acted out the play with Lord Zhao, "It was only because I saw the ship stopped and there was no one on the deck that I came here anxiously. Now that Lord Zhao has convinced them, let's go back."
"Oh, okay." Lord Zhao became friendly again.
After Qingling and the others returned to the original cabin and sat back on their cold and simple stools, Qingling said, "So Lord Zhao really doesn't know that he is a ghost?"
Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi said in unison: "It looks like it."
Shang Changheng also nodded, "He doesn't need to play a trick with us. In his eyes, this ship should still be the same as when it set sail. He still remembers a lot of things. The other ghosts on this ship don't seem to be very clear-headed either. They don't even remember that they are dead all the time."
The image of Lord Zhao talking about porcelain and silk in the cabin just now was still vivid in his mind. Qing Ling crossed his hands and thought for a while before saying, "Is the ship moving again?"
Shang Changheng nodded.
"That's good." Qing Ling stroked his forehead tiredly. He had summoned ghosts several times in a row, and it was difficult for him to calm down and practice peacefully. He only said, "I hope there will be no more trouble. Let's go into the mountains as soon as possible..."
He thought about it for a long time on his way back. The evil spirit on Lord Zhao was far less powerful than these ghosts, and it was definitely not possible to intimidate them into retreating.
But the ghosts would not listen to the advice. Lord Zhao just said a lot of things, but the ghosts did not respond until he said...
"As long as we finish this trip, we can go home!"
Yes...go home!
When Lord Zhao said this, the ghosts were finally moved. They suppressed their desire for the elixir and left in silence, all for the purpose of returning home.
These souls who died tragically at sea for a hundred years are not obsessed with revenge, but want to cross the boundless sea and return to their homeland thousands of miles away.
Qingling looked at Shang Changheng who was leaning casually against the wall. He must have wanted to go home back then, but no matter whether it was the ghosts on this ship or Shang Changheng, the Great Zhou and Wei Dynasties were long gone. Their fate was either to be tortured to ashes in the unfamiliar world of the living, or to return to the underworld and have nothing to do with their past in the world of the living anymore.
No more connection.
Qing Ling recited these four words and was thinking of Shang Changheng. Time is truly a cruel blade. Not only can it tear a person's bones and blood alive, but no one, not even a blade of grass, not even a mountain or a river in this world can escape it.
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The spirit ship did not stop again. This ship, which no one could see and which did not exist in the world of the living, revived because of the obsession of the people on board and sailed quietly towards the distant mountains. The waterway became narrower and narrower, but the dead souls on the ship were unaware of it. They could only recognize this road.
This is a path that someone has pointed out for them.
It was originally going to take more than a day to travel by water, but at dawn, we arrived at the Cangjun Mountains.
This boat is really useful. No matter whether the water is turbulent or gentle, the boat does not shake at all. Such a boat does not need to worry about the flood season. Qingling was reluctant to part with the boat and sighed, "It would be great if it can still be used when we go back. It will save a lot of time."
Zhu Lezhi said softly, "Why don't we just fool them? They don't know the way anyway. After we return to Lucheng, we can tell them the truth and send them away."
"Let's give it a try." Qingling said.
Several people went up to the deck again. This time, the soldiers were standing on the deck with weapons in their hands. They didn't seem to need to take turns. They just stood there stiffly. When they saw Qingling and the others coming up, they didn't say anything, but they didn't drive them away either.
Qingling looked around but could not see any sunlight.
There were no shores nearby, and the narrow waterway was just enough for the spirit boat to pass through. If it were a little narrower, the boat would have hit the slippery rock wall covered with moss.
Qingling raised his head.
The surrounding steep mountain walls were extremely high, and they were in a canyon, with only a few sparse rays of sunlight shining in.
Lord Zhao appeared on the deck at some point. He had no doubts about the cliffs on both sides. Instead, he said excitedly, "Oh, we finally know the way. If we go a little further, will we enter the sea?"
Qing Ling whispered, "Well, it's almost there."
The place they were going to was on an isolated peak in the Cangjun Mountains.
Going along this water vein, there should be a shore on the west side. Once on the shore, you will be under the isolated peak. There is a water vein on one side, and cliffs and deep valleys on the three sides. Such a tomb is really not a lucky place.
Since entering the mountain, this waterway has become flat, almost like stagnant water. Qingling looked at it and sighed in a low voice: "None of your graves are good. It's hard for them to find so many messy and evil places to bury you."
Shang Changheng sneered, his eyes darkening, "Yeah, it's hard for them."
Lord Zhao asked, "What?"
"Nothing." Qing Ling said, "We can enter the sea after we leave these mountains, but it's not a good idea to rush too fast. It's better to stop at the shore and rest."
Lord Zhao immediately refused, "How can this be possible? We are sailing on the emperor's orders, and we need to hurry as soon as possible!"
"But if we continue to work so hard, I'm afraid the helmsman will get sick." Qing Ling thought to himself, his tone still very gentle, "Why don't we go ashore and let everyone rest for a while? There is no place to play in the deep mountains, so just taking a break will not cause any trouble."
"But this..." Lord Zhao frowned, still reluctant.
Qing Ling continued, "I have been weak since childhood, and I am not feeling well after being on the boat for a long time. Once we enter the sea, there will be no chance to rest. If something happens on the boat, it will be even more troublesome. If something happens to me, my companions will not let it go. Your helmsman does not know the waterway. If I get lost again after entering the sea, it will be difficult to find someone to lead the way."
Threats are sometimes more effective than sweet words. After Qing Ling finished speaking, Lord Zhao's tone softened. "Well... if that's the case, it's fine for you to go ashore and rest, but what's there to rest in these deep mountains and forests? I'm afraid it's better to stay on the boat."
Having said that, I agreed in the end.
Lord Zhao indeed liked this young master more. The other two always gave him an uncomfortable burning sensation, and he felt very uncomfortable when they were close to him. There was also another one who looked ferocious for some reason. Only this young master's aura made him feel more comfortable.
When the wet shore appeared, Lord Zhao ordered the boat to move closer to the shore and lowered the rope ladder. After getting off the boat, Qingling whispered to Miaoyuan and Zhu Lezhi: "If these ghosts make trouble, can you handle it?"
The two looked at each other and nodded.
Miao Yuan asked, "Donor Qing wants us to stay here?"
Qing Ling nodded, "Chang Heng and I will be back as soon as possible, you guys...try to delay as much as possible."
"Okay." Zhu Lezhi agreed readily. "These ghosts only look fierce, they have never killed anyone, and their aura is weak. But if they want to run away, we can't stop them. We can only try our best to stabilize them."
"That's enough." Qing Ling whispered. "Thank you very much."
He took Shang Changheng's hand and looked at the dim mountain road. He felt it was a bit ridiculous that he had gone to such great lengths to find the grave of his beloved.
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