Chapter 136: Old Friend of the Elders (Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! 33)
Above the sea, a scarlet light emanated from the ancient warship.
It seemed that this was the only place in the world that was always dim; even the scorching sun could not shine in here.
Scarlet, darkness, and killing, these seem to be the grand and vast themes here.
And the sunlight is the light outside of here.
Outside the ancient warship formation, there was a dense circle of modern warships, but not a single warship entered.
This seems to be the tacit understanding of everyone.
On the Ming warship, Lin Qingsheng said, "Senior Daoyi, is this ancient warship related to the ghost ship?"
The reason why Lin Qingsheng thought of the ghost ship was because there have been too many rumors about ghost ships recently.
Since the ship sailed out of the Mediterranean, most of the world's attention was attracted to it, even the Ming Dynasty was no exception.
But now the ancient warship and the ghost ship seemed to be too close.
The last time a fisherman encountered a ghost ship was yesterday in the East China Sea. Judging from the navigation track, the ghost ship is likely to be in the nearby waters.
Daoyi heard this and said, "I have never seen that ghost ship, so I dare not jump to conclusions, but it looks very much like a ship from one of our allies. It appeared in the Yellow Sea that year, but..."
Dao paused, looked at the ancient warship with eyes full of nostalgia and said: "I can be sure that this ancient warship is a warship from the Yuan Dynasty. The reason why it appeared here is that they were preparing to attack Japan."
"Attack Japan? I seem to have heard that the original record was stranded due to a storm." Lin Qingsheng said.
Dao Yi said, "Back then, it was said that there was something left by Xu Fu in Japan. The Yuan Dynasty got the news from somewhere and sent people here to take it. It seems that there was a great war that year, and then they were all sunk into the sea."
At this point, Daoyi couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that after so many years, these warships would reappear in the world."
………
In the scarlet mist, the white-robed demon monk Bujie stood with one hand in front of his chest, as if showing mercy, and he let the lonely boat under his feet drift freely.
In the sea water beneath your feet, scarlet shadows are flowing.
Endless murderous intent emanated from them. These were the souls of those people who had died back then.
This murderous intent is so strong that it has not dissipated until now.
The monk in white was looking at the scarlet mist. This mist was something he had never seen before and had never heard of in ancient books.
"when!"
At this moment, the wooden bed where the white-robed demon monk Bujie was sitting suddenly shook, as if it had hit something. No, to be precise, something was chasing him.
The evil monk Bujie stretched out his hand and slapped the wooden boat, and the wooden boat on the sea suddenly turned a circle, the front became the back, and the back became the front.
Under the endless red color, two wooden boats were standing opposite each other. On one boat sat a fair-skinned monk, and on the other sat a short-haired Taoist priest.
The white-robed demon monk Bujie felt his neck suddenly tighten, as if a hand was pressing on his neck. This was the breath of a spell.
He was surprised and asked, "Is it you?"
He actually recognized the person in front of him. He was a Quanzhen disciple who had entered the ghost town in the Western Desert.
The reason why the white-robed demon monk reacted so quickly was because the black-robed man in the desert was a Quanzhen Taoist priest.
The man in black really left a deep impression on him at the time.
He still remembers the hand pressing on his neck. He was completely powerless to resist that hand.
And he just felt a curse on his neck. Did the man in black cast a curse on him?
The white-robed monk Bujie had a myriad of thoughts in an instant.
"Do you recognize me?" Qiao Yuanshan asked warily. He didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.
In this bloody scene, a person who knew him suddenly appeared. This matter seemed so strange no matter how you looked at it.
The monk in white coughed twice and said, "Ahem... I can barely recognize him."
He couldn't say that I spied on you and was discovered by your senior master and almost died in the desert.
Moreover, the elder in your sect said that if anything happens to you, it will be blamed on me, and it seems that he has cast a curse on me.
Qiao Yuanshan held the sword in his hand and frowned, "But why don't I have any impression of you at all?"
"That's normal. You've seen so many things in this world. Can every one of them be imprinted in your heart?"
The white-robed monk Bujie made a skillful remark and said:
"Why did you come here?"
“This is not a good place.”
There is a saying that the lay monks do not utter.
If you die here, your unreasonable senior master will probably kill me.
If it were before, the white-robed monk Bujie would not have taken these warnings to heart, but the moment he saw Qiao Yuanshan, his neck tightened instantly, as if this was some kind of spell.
This made Bujie take the black-clothed man's warning to heart. If this living ancestor died here, he would be buried alive with him.
"I'm here to get something." Qiao Yuanshan's vigilance did not dissipate, and his hand was still on the hilt of the sword.
"It seems that your master didn't ask you to take it, otherwise, you wouldn't be alone."
The white-robed monk Bujie looked at Qiao Yuanshan and said:
"If you want to take something, the monk can help you."
"Why do you want to help me?" Qiao Yuanshan asked back.
It can be seen that his fear is still there.
"Ahem... I am an old friend of your senior master, a sworn brother."
The white-robed monk Bujie explained.
"How do you prove it?" Qiao Yuanshan asked again.
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-robed monk Bujie placed a hand on Qiao Yuanshan's neck, and in an instant all the Qi in Qiao Yuanshan's body was sealed.
After Wen Zhengming entered the second level of game designer and unlocked levels 20 to 29, he upgraded some characters from level 19 to level 20, and the White-robed Demon Monk was one of them.
Of course, his cheap senior brother Li Mubai does not count. Whenever he thinks of that cheap senior brother, he will move him up one or two levels.
In an instant, Qiao Yuanshan's body tensed up, and the white-robed demon monk Bujie also felt the same feeling.
Damn it! This is the kind of spell that will result in life and death if encountered. Hasn't it been lost?
How could the Quanzhen Taoists use such a vicious spell?
According to rumors, this kind of spell is usually cast on dead soldiers. As long as they are near the master within a certain range, the spell will be triggered.
Can’t take risks!
The demon monk in white slowly loosened his hand and said, "You are no match for me at all, so there is no need for me to lie to you."
"Cough cough cough... I believe it, but, Master, is it necessary for you to prove it this way?" Qiao Yuanshan said while coughing.
“It is necessary.”
The white-robed demon monk sighed. If he had not been sure that he had been cursed, the person in front of him would have been dead by now.
"Now, can you tell me why you came here?"
Qiao Yuanshan nodded and began to recount his experience.
The white-robed demon monk Bujie suddenly asked, "Does your junior uncle-master like to wear all black?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Qiao Yuanshan said.
"Nothing, just remembered something!"
At this moment, the two small boats suddenly shook and they collided with an ancient warship.
The hull was covered with muddy dirt from the seabed, and endless murderous aura spread out.
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