"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Three cannon shots rang out, and the sound of drums and gongs shook the heavens.
Zheng Gongcheng left behind four generals, Chen Guang, Yang Zu, Lin Fu, and Zhang Zai, to lead troops to guard Penghu. He also raised his command flag on his flagship and ordered the sails to be raised and the anchor to be pulled up, heading straight for the island of Taiwan.
The warships cleaved through the waves, cutting the seawater into long skirts.
Li Changzhou stood on the deck, his light silk robe mingling with the white sails on the three masts, all enveloped in the gentle sea breeze.
"This journey will probably not be peaceful." Yang Qinglan stood beside him, her black hair fluttering in the wind, as if she were about to ride the wind away.
"We'll deal with whatever comes our way, and if all else fails, we'll strike first. Once you've completed your mission, you'll be on the ship's side." Li Changzhou unconsciously rested his elbow on the gunwale.
Yang Qinglan glanced at him twice; he looked like a college student on vacation.
"When you come to ancient times, you become a bit like an ancient person," she said.
Li Changzhou straightened his back and put his hands behind his back.
"Relax, you're not a child in kindergarten."
Li Changzhou couldn't help but smile: "Little mouths, close them; little eyes, look at the blackboard; little hands behind your back, little feet together, one, two, three, four, five, seven, let's see who does it the most neatly."
"Great job, Li Changzhou has a great memory. You'll get a red flower this week." Yang Qinglan smiled as well.
“Having a good memory doesn’t necessarily earn you a red flower. When I was in first grade, there was a Chinese test where we saw who could recite the most ancient poems. I couldn’t recite a single one, so every time someone else recited one, I would silently memorize it and then recite it again on the spot.”
"Of course there are no little red flowers in first grade. Do you think you're still a kindergarten kid?"
"My Chinese teacher said I was dishonest and told my classmates not to play with me."
Yang Qinglan's smile vanished, and she frowned slightly: "It's one thing to say you're dishonest, but to make your classmates not want to play with you? What kind of teacher is this?"
“Not every teacher is a good teacher,” Li Changzhou said with a smile. “But I’ve only met this one. Most of the other teachers are just average, though there are a few very good ones—everyone has good and bad qualities, and it has nothing to do with what profession you’re in.”
Did your classmates still hang out with you back then?
"I forgot about it. I don't care about these things. I didn't take it to heart."
Yang Qinglan recalled Li Changzhou's background. She had heard many things about him from Li Qianxia, and this was the first time she had heard Li Changzhou talk about his own life.
“I didn’t play with my classmates when I was a child,” she said. “The teachers encouraged everyone to play with me.”
"How wonderful it would be if we were in the same class!"
Yang Qinglan wasn't showing off; she wanted to share her childhood with him.
He heard birds chirping overhead, and Li Changzhou looked up to see several seabirds circling overhead.
Since we can see seabirds, the island of Taiwan must be nearby.
Under the guise of "broadening horizons and increasing abilities," Li Qianxia, who was actually just having fun on the boat, came over.
"Brother, they say we're almost at Taiwan!"
Li Changzhou moved towards the cabin, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly turned back.
Li Qianxia turned around, and Yang Qinglan had already noticed the situation and was watching that spot—four jets of seawater were gushing out of the sea like fountains.
Directly in front of the three hundred sailboats, four people emerged from the "fountain".
Some were riding the waves, others were riding horses; some were Asian, others were foreign.
The ordinary soldiers were in a panic, standing on water, wondering if they were gods or monsters.
With a thud of footsteps, Zheng Chenggong led his soldiers quickly toward them.
"Immortal Master." He clasped his hands in greeting and looked at Li Changzhou.
"It's nothing." Li Changzhou raised his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.
He stepped forward, his wide robes billowing backward in the wind.
"What brings you here?" If he puts his hands in his sleeves, it's the standard posture and tone of a Northeastern chatterbox.
However, he now has his hands behind his back, so he looks inscrutable and nonchalant.
“Please ask Lord Koxinga to return to Kinmen or Xiamen,” the elderly Asian man riding an antelope said.
"What if I don't go back?" Zheng Chenggong asked loudly, his hand on his sword.
“I don’t want to kill anyone,” another foreigner said casually. “But if you say one more word, I’ll break one of your bones, because you’ve rejected the gospel I’m giving you. Rejecting me is rejecting the ‘Holy Teacher.’”
"Oh, right," said a player wearing glasses, "leave all the warships with cannons behind, and you can go back in small boats."
"Lord Guoxing, stop wasting words with them and just give the order to fire!" Huang Ting couldn't stand their arrogance.
Li Changzhou and his group were one thing, they came up into the cabin right away, otherwise, he would have used the cannon to measure their worth.
The bespectacled player who said he would leave the boat behind looked at Huang Ting and said, "Tear your own mouth apart."
Huang Ting hooked his index fingers around the corners of his mouth and squeezed hard.
"ah!
The screams were chilling.
Huang Ting tore his own mouth open, revealing his gums and teeth, which was quite horrifying.
"Don't make me repeat myself," the bespectacled player said coldly. "And listen up, players on the ship, if you don't want to die, get out of here. Don't think that just because you're matched with us, you're on the same level. We are the personal disciples of the 'Holy Master'!"
Zheng Chenggong glanced at the wretched Huang Ting and was furious. He then looked at Li Changzhou.
"Who is the Holy Master?" Li Changzhou asked the players.
Those people suddenly burst into laughter.
“So you’re just a kid that even a ‘sacred master’ doesn’t know. Kid, get lost. Ignorance is no excuse. I’ll let you off this time,” said the old Asian man riding the antelope.
“He can leave, but the two women with him can stay,” the last player said, dressed in a red cassock.
Li Changzhou stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were already brimming with murderous intent.
“I’m giving you two choices,” he said. “One, break the limbs of this man in the robes, sink him into the sea, and then roll away on your own. Two, I will personally break the limbs of all of you.”
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