Yin Biyue almost forgot about the existence of the 'Halo Assistant'.
It has not appeared since it was used once in the Cangya Dungeon. It seems that it can only be triggered after certain conditions are met.
The only time the user experience was good, he could only make expressions and movements under the guidance of invisible forces.
Luo Mingchuan had looked back at him, sizing him up.
Yin Biyue gritted his teeth silently...
“We’re in Danang!”
Duan Chongxuan shouted excitedly, lowered the curtain, and leaned back, "Fourth Brother, we are going to cross the sea!"
The awkward atmosphere in the car disappeared in an instant.
Yin Biyue nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
No no no! What the hell! !
'Ding - You have given up using the Halo Assistant. Friendly reminder, you have two more chances to use it. Assistant, good friend, a good helper in solving life's problems.'
No! If I could, I wouldn't use it even once!
The more Yin Bi looked at the excited face of the chatterbox, he felt that he couldn't understand why a person who was usually normal (not really) would be so abnormally excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood as soon as he went out.
How could he maintain the same posture and look outside for so long?
Is it really beautiful?
At this time, the driver sighed, the carriage stopped, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, we have arrived in Da Nang!"
Duan Chongxuan jumped off the carriage first and put a silver ingot on the driver's hand.
The driver was in a dilemma. "Sir, I can't find the way."
Duan Hualao waved his hand heroically, "I won't look for it anymore!"
Immediately, he strode forward impatiently.
As soon as Yin Biyue got out of the car, he saw the chatterbox's cheerful back and thought that if this guy had a tail, it would be wagging it very quickly.
It’s…humiliating.
Fortunately, he was not wearing Cangyashan's Taoist robes. Fortunately, there was no "Sword Saint Disciple" written on his face.
Luo Mingchuan got off the car last and thanked the driver before following Yin Biyue forward.
The wet and salty sea breeze blows in my face.
Da Nang is the largest port in the southern part of the Western Continent. It is bustling with traffic every day, with hundreds of ships dropping anchor in the port or setting sail.
From sunrise to sunset, the harbor is always bustling with people. At night, the lighthouse at the harbor illuminates the turbulent sea and the faces of people waiting for the return ship from afar.
It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the sea with a thousand-foot golden glow. From afar, one could see the thin line where the sea and sky met, and the few seabirds circling in circles were also dyed red-gold by the sunset glow.
The waves are crashing against the shore, the waves are magnificent.
At the end of the sky, flames rolled, engulfing the sky and the earth.
Duan Chongxuan stood at the dock, looking into the distance, his clothes fluttering in the wind and his eyes bright.
Yin Biyue could almost imagine his inner thoughts:
I'm going to board the ship soon. I'm a little excited just thinking about it! (≧▽≦)/～... What the hell.
Compared to the long sea journey that was about to begin, the previous journey was almost nothing. If nothing unexpected happened, they would have to sail on the sea for a month and a half, eventually landing at the White Whale Port in the southern continent, and then heading to Yecheng.
The more Yin Bi thought about the fact that Chatterbox might never want to ride a boat again in his life, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
The dock was as lively as ever, with shouts, greetings, and the calls of boatmen moving goods blending into one.
On the most imposing, four-story, nine-masted ship in the entire dock, a middle-aged man in brown clothes and shorts stood on the deck, directing the boatman to unload the cargo. His voice was like a bell, his eyes were bright, and he had an aura that was not that of an ordinary person.
Yin Bi looked at him intently and found that the other person was a practitioner in the marrow-cutting stage. He was probably the leader of the largest fleet at the dock.
Luo Mingchuan obviously thought the same thing as him. He mobilized his true energy and leaped, landing lightly on the 40-foot-high ship. The people on the ship who were moving goods exclaimed, and they hurriedly dispersed, looking at him curiously and respectfully.
The leader of the fleet came up and greeted him politely.
Yin Biyue saw from a distance that Luo Mingchuan had a few words with that person. The person was very enthusiastic at first, but later he explained with a wry smile. Luo Mingchuan still bowed and thanked him before jumping off the boat and walking towards them.
Yin Biyue was surprised. Usually, no matter what kind of fleet it was, they were happy to carry cultivators. Although well-equipped ships were equipped with powerful cannons, cultivators were more flexible and would be an extra help when encountering sea beasts or pirates.
Besides, Luo Mingchuan was carrying the jade token of Cangya Mountain, so he should have been very welcome.
He soon understood. Luo Mingchuan said helplessly, "The boatman said that a small-scale sea beast tide broke out in the floating sea in recent days. The ship that set out four days ago only sent back incomplete information yesterday. I'm afraid it's more dangerous than good. The ship has not been sailing for nearly ten days."
Duan Chongxuan looked at the sea with an unchanged expression, seemingly not worried.
Yin Biyue was secretly shocked. According to the pattern of the sea beast tide in previous years, it should be late August, but it was only May now, which was really against common sense.
There were two options before them: stay in the city of Dacheng near Da Nang and wait for the ship to sail in ten days, or change the route and go back through the snowfield that connected the southern continent to the west.
Obviously, the former is wiser.
But Yin Biyue suddenly discovered that perhaps there was a third way?
A little child in a red jacket stood under the white lighthouse. He had an ignorant look on his face, and the red ribbons wrapped around his double buns fluttered in the sea breeze.
It was the boy who led Yin Bi when she entered the academy a few months ago.
The little boy also saw them, smiled happily, and trotted over.
He smiled at Yin Biyue and said, "Sir, you are right. Senior Brother is really here."
Luo Mingchuan had never seen a boy before, and was slightly surprised, but he immediately guessed the identity of the "Mr."
The little boy took out three square pieces of thin paper from his sleeve and said, "The master said that it might be inconvenient for the three of you to cross the sea, so he sent me to deliver the invitations to the three brothers."
After saying that, he handed it to the three of them one by one.
Luo Mingchuan took it with both hands and said, "Please thank the gentleman for us."
A gift from an elder should not be refused.
What’s more, it was given by the dean.
"Riding the wind and waves, climbing mountains and picking flowers. I am sending this letter to encourage you. You should not delay, otherwise things will change. Sincerely, Mr. President."
Yin Biyue looked at the neat Taige script on the Xuelang Xuan paper, and the familiar red seal ink was slightly raised.
It seems that no matter where you are in the world, it is under the master's control.
Is this the magical power of the sub-sage?
This realization made Yin Bi feel more uneasy.
Are the other five sub-saints in the world all as omniscient as you, sir?
Duan Chongxuan asked, "Where will this message lead to?"
"Sir, it's outside the north of Yecheng."
Yin Biyue nodded secretly.
Outside the north of Yecheng City is a deserted mountain with few people. It is not dangerous and will not attract attention. It is also very close to Chongming Mountain.
The boy was about to bow and say goodbye, but he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to Duan Chongxuan, "Sir, is your father doing well?"
Duan Chongxuan was startled for a moment, then answered without taking a breath,
"Very well, healthy and energetic, can ride ten laps in the horse farm without taking a breath, and his archery is as accurate as it was twenty years ago. He eats four bowls of Nanzhou millet every day, and never stops having midnight snacks and cakes. Thank you for your concern, sir."
The little boy listened carefully and asked no more questions. He bowed to the three of them and disappeared into the harbor.
Yin Biyue felt very strange. The teacher's questions were strange, and the answers were also strange.
Mr. Neng Lao asked, Duan Chongxuan's father must not be an ordinary person. He had guessed this a long time ago, and even had such a rebellious idea that the chatterbox was the illegitimate son of the sword master.
But if he was extraordinary, why would he even mention how many bowls of rice he ate?
Unless, the gentleman meant to ask, 'Lian Po is old, can he still eat?'
"Twenty years ago...how old were you? Do you remember..."
Do you still remember your father’s heroic archery skills?
Duan Chongxuan said as a matter of course, "Of course it's all made up! He hasn't even received a letter in three years, so who knows if he's a good person or not."
…Yin Biyue was speechless again.
Yin Biyue looked at the letters in the hands of the three people. There were three copies, exactly the same.
He tried to concentrate on deciphering the lines that made up the seal, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his consciousness like a needle.
Sure enough, it was still too much of a stretch. It seemed like there was no other way.
He handed his letter to Luo Mingchuan.
"Let's switch."
Duan Chongxuan asked in surprise, "Fourth Senior Brother, what happened?"
Luo Mingchuan was also puzzled, "Junior brother?"
No explanation, no reason.
The young man stretched out his hand silently, as if he would not give up until the other party took it.
The sea breeze howled, blowing up his hood, revealing the persistence and stubbornness between his brows.
The three thousand white hairs against the ink-black cloak looked even more dazzling.
He repeated his words once more, and neither the waves nor the wind could shake him in the slightest, "Let's switch."
"……good."
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