The weather at sea is truly unpredictable. When Chen Yang and his group arrived at the transit station, which was the small island in the Western Ocean that they had discovered, a strong wind suddenly picked up and a downpour looked imminent.
Fortunately, Ding Qihan had foreseen this, and everyone rowed frantically to help the wooden boat move forward, finally arriving at the transit island before the storm hit.
Fearing the small wooden boat would be swept away by the waves, and that their anchor might not be effective in such rough seas, Chen Yang dragged it ashore and surrounded it with several large rocks. As long as the sea level didn't rise excessively, there was no danger.
They set up a leather tent in the shortest amount of time.
This kind of prepared travel is indeed much more convenient. There is no need to set up shelters anymore; just put up tents. Not only do they have tents, but they also bring their clothes and blankets on the boat, which has plenty of space.
The wind and waves continued all day without letting up. By the second day, they had run out of the dry wood they had collected on the shore, and the rest of the wood was still wet. They could only wait for it to air dry naturally, but judging from the damp weather, it would probably take another day or so, meaning they would have no fire for the day.
This was truly an unfortunate turn of events; they were forced to stay on the island from the very beginning.
However, the group was in relatively good spirits, at least they were not trapped at sea. If they had encountered such a storm while adrift at sea, it would have been a disaster, a devastating one. Even Chen Yang did not dare to say that he could save the others, and could only barely protect himself.
No matter how capable he was, it was still just individual ability; compared to the vast ocean, he was still incredibly small. Since the weather wasn't cooperating, the group had no choice but to entertain themselves inside the tent, taking out a deck of cards they had brought with them and starting to play.
These are playing cards made from bamboo pulp paper. Many sets were made. The bamboo pulp paper was deliberately made thicker before the cards were painted on.
Three sets were made, all painted by the great artist Zhang Jian. They were extremely exquisite. Precisely because they were so exquisite, like works of art, people were reluctant to use them for playing cards. This made the set of cards awkward and relegated it to the collection.
They anticipated that they might get bored or stranded on the road, so they brought a set with them, which proved useful.
Amidst the raging storm, a few men and women on the deserted island huddled inside a tent playing cards; it's truly hard to know what to say.
After dark, having run out of firewood and not wanting to go to sleep too early, the group reinforced the tents and checked that the remaining firewood was properly protected against moisture before leaving the micro-realm. In such a downpour, it was impossible to sleep in the tent. It wouldn't have been so bad if it were just a few grown men, but with Dong Yujue in the group, there was no need to stay in the micro-realm.
There are few creatures on this island, so there's no need to guard any supplies. The most crucial food is carried on their backs and will disappear when they leave.
Chen Yang gained some fame at the martial arts tournament a while ago. Many people at the tournament knew that he ran an inn, so they came to challenge him.
Chen Yang arranged these challenges at the New Micro World Inn, firstly because he didn't want the old inn to be disturbed too much, and secondly because he wanted to help the new inn gain some recognition. The guests were quite happy to watch these kinds of activities.
Almost every one or two days, people would come, sometimes in batches, and they would fight for an entire afternoon. Since they were all there to learn from him, Chen Yang didn't put in much effort. He also wanted to gain more experience in fighting with others.
He's still slowly processing what he learned at the martial arts tournament, and these frequent matches are beneficial for his improvement.
As a result, the staff at the new inn admired Chen Yang immensely.
A chef who had been a soldier took the opportunity to challenge Chen Yang to a duel, but was immediately defeated.
Not to mention Chen Yang, none of the challengers were people he could defeat. Each of them was a master who had practiced martial arts for one or two decades, or even three or four decades, yet they all bowed down at Chen Yang's feet.
As a result, Chen Yang's status as the boss rose rapidly in the eyes of his employees.
In their minds, the boss was already a legendary, hidden heir to an ancient martial arts family.
They could understand why the owner didn't care about the inn. After all, he was a descendant of an ancient martial arts family; why would he care about just an inn?
The employees desperately wanted Chen Yang to teach them a move or two, but Chen Yang was too lazy to refuse and simply said that the family's martial arts were not passed on to outsiders, but they could learn Xingyi Quan, which Jiang Yining and Wang Bing would teach them.
It was only then that the employees realized that Jiang Yining and Wang Bing were also involved.
They became quite familiar with the two men and rushed to become their disciples.
Although Jiang Yining and Wang Bing are far inferior to Chen Yang, they are still much better than the mediocre ones in martial arts schools and gyms. They can teach people without any problem, which is also conducive to the unity within the inn.
As a result, it became a new trend for the inn's staff to practice martial arts before their morning shifts. Compared to those who held morning meetings and shouted slogans, it was a refreshing change and became one of the topics that guests talked about with great interest.
Chen Yang and his group waited on the island for two more days until the storm finally subsided.
The entire island has been battered by the wind and rain these past few days, with broken leaves and debris everywhere, but it has also been given a fresh new look.
Ding Qihan observed for a while and felt that there would be no rain for the time being, and the wind direction was the same as the direction they planned to go. They should move forward before the wind direction changed.
Ding Qihan couldn't guarantee that his judgment was correct either, as the micro-world differed significantly from reality, and he could only make judgments based on his own research.
Fortunately, he had studied the Lesser Atlantic for a period of time and knew about its climate change patterns.
Ding Qihan was greatly inspired by the micro-world, and many of his papers have attracted widespread attention. Although there is a lot of controversy, his status in the academic community is getting higher and higher.
Ding Qihan also published a paper on Xiao Xiyang. He and Weng Ji studied it together for quite some time, and he deserves some credit for discovering Xiao Xiyang.
Ding Qihan's prediction was quite accurate; indeed, there were no more strong winds or rain.
However, they only had a tailwind for half a day before the wind direction changed, and crosswinds kept pushing them off course.
Fortunately, Chen Yang's watch had more functions. Although it was not as precise as a nautical instrument, it could ensure that he would not deviate from the course.
Chen Yang once again lay flat on the sail, using the light breeze and crosswinds to fight against them and barely maintain their direction. Sometimes when they couldn't hold on any longer, the others would row to help.
However, this pace of progress was far too slow, and they were still adrift at sea by evening.
However, the wind stopped in the evening.
A large school of fish passed by the boat in the afterglow of the setting sun, occasionally leaping out of the water. However, with so many fish leaping out of the water at the same time, collisions were inevitable, and several fish were knocked directly onto the deck of the wooden boat, which was not very tall.
"Others wait for rabbits to run into their traps, while we wait for fish to bite from our boats," Jack said with a smile.
"Not bad, you can even use Chinese idioms." Ding Qihan praised, and Jack smiled smugly.
The sun sets below the horizon, while the moon rises elsewhere. After the sun sets, the cool moonlight paves a silver path across the sea.
Because they were on the ship, they couldn't leave the micro-world and could only take turns keeping watch. However, it was nice that the people on watch could appreciate the bright moon over the sea.
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