I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 183 Set sail
Toushan Castle, a small town built of huge stone slabs on all sides, is now at dawn, with a gentle breeze blowing from the seaside...

On the dock, the patrol inspector Sun Datong stood there, looking at Chen Qingyuan and Zhang Dashao with some reluctance and said: "You two are both righteous men who are loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Listen to my advice, don't go to that island country alone! Although I heard that the main force of the island country went to seize the Korean Island, there are still many samurai and ronin on their homeland."

Ronin can be understood as a samurai who wanders around without a master, or sometimes simply refers to some incompetent wanderers...

Chen Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "I have made up my mind, Inspector Sun, please don't say any more."

Persuasion is ineffective.

Sun Datong felt a little sad. He could see that as long as Chen Qingyuan worked a little harder, he would surely become a Taoist priest with a promising future, and it would be possible for him to be specially approved to serve as an official in the court.

But if he went to the island country where people eat raw meat and drink blood, he would probably die...

Sun Ren, Liu Azong, and the few people who had gone up the mountain during the day came to persuade them that Chen Qingyuan was their savior and they really didn't want to see his savior die like this.

But no one can persuade Chen Qingyuan...

At dawn, in the early morning, a large fishing boat came to the dock. The Dadong Sea is outside the inland sea of ​​Toushan City. If you want to go to the island country, you must go north in the Dadong Sea and pass the Wandao Island before you can see the island country.

The fishing boat was called by Sun Datong. The sailors, the helmsman, and the navigator were all experts in Toushan City! Only with them could Chen Qingyuan be guaranteed to arrive at the island country smoothly.

start sailing!

The fishing boat slowly left the dock of Tosan Castle.

Chen Qingyuan stood on the deck, feeling the wind, looking into the distance, holding the railing with both hands, feeling the sea four hundred years ago.

He suddenly remembered that the Ming Dynasty four hundred years ago seemed to be... the time period of the plot of Pirates of the Caribbean was about the same...

But there are only three days, so I can only do one thing this time.

The helmsman controls the rotation angle of the rudder to keep the fishing boat on the correct course. This is no joke. When Zheng He sailed to the West, he was on an official ship with a large draft and a huge body. It was also equipped with a large number of sailors and soldiers. However, he also suffered a great loss at sea...

Ships of this era had not yet entered the steam age.

The ship's movement mainly depends on the wind and current on the sea.

Chen Qingyuan asked: "How long will it take us to reach the island country?"

The helmsman replied: "If everything goes well, we can arrive within a month. If we encounter strong winds and undercurrents, it will probably take several months..."

He was not joking. The ships of the Ming Dynasty were considered advanced. In the Yuan Dynasty or even the Song Dynasty, the ships could not travel so far. It is said that the foreigners seen at that time all went through untold hardships and risked their lives to get here.

Chen Qingyuan thought for a moment and said, "What if we try harder?"

The helmsman laughed and said, "You are joking. Since ancient times, ships have only relied on wind and water to move forward. Small boats can use oars to speed up, but large ships have no way to do that."

Chen Qingyuan said: "I'll borrow some wind to push the sail."

The helmsman was from Toushan City, so he naturally knew about the Taoist priest Chen Qingyuan's great power in exorcising demons last night. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, look at my brain, it's really confused! This magical power of calling the wind and rain is not something that ordinary people can do, but you are not an ordinary person... As long as the wind comes up, I can guarantee that the time can be greatly shortened..."

Chen Qingyuan: “…”

Young Master Zhang: “…”

They felt that it would only take two or three days to get to the island country, because in the later generations, the shipbuilding industry was well developed, and the ships were all made of iron. It would only take a day and a half to get to the island country from the dock! They thought that if they set out from the Ming Dynasty, it would not take too long...

They didn't expect it to take several months, and both of them felt like idiots.

Chen Qingyuan made a hand seal with his hands, and with his right hand, he moved a square table out of thin air and placed it on the deck. In less than thirty seconds, he set up the altar with yellow cloth, incense sticks, candles, incense burner, yellow paper, cinnabar, writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone and sword.

There is no use in pinching the hand seal.

It just looks like a pre-skill swing, and in the eyes of these ordinary people, it barely has a reasonable logic.

Chen Qingyuan set up the Lvshan altar. This was his first attempt to call the wind and rain, but he always felt that something was not quite right. After thinking about it, it seemed that the unique costumes of the Lvshan sect were missing...

He hesitated for a moment and took out the clothes he had ordered.

The red Taoist robe was different from the ones we usually see. It looked a bit like the robe of a martial artist in an opera, and there was even a red cape behind him. After getting dressed, he took out a scarlet scarf and wrapped it around his head.

I took out the mirror and took a look.

Then quietly put it away...

The helmsman was confused and asked, "Master, why are you dressed as an executioner? No, your outfit is more elaborate and majestic than the executioners you usually see in the market."

Chen Qingyuan coughed and said, "This is the master's clothing. It looks a bit similar."

He doesn't talk nonsense.

Start the altar directly.

Light incense and candles, worship gods from all directions, ask for help, and then worship your own Shuntian Holy Mother Goddess in front of the candles.

Chen Qingyuan said in a clear voice: "Disciple Chen Qingyuan begs the Grand Master Shuntian Holy Mother to help the disciple so that he can reach the island country as soon as possible..."

The flames of the incense and candles on the altar swayed violently in the sea breeze, but they would not go out.

Chen Qingyuan chanted the incantation, ordered the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then he picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and drew the talisman: "The nine chapters of the law of the roundness of heaven and the squareness of earth, I will now write down the myriad ghosts that hide!"

The tip of the pen moved quickly on the yellow paper, writing elegant talisman patterns. He drew three pieces in a row while shouting, and then handed them to the sailor beside him and instructed: "Stick these three pieces of talisman paper on the mast, one on each mast, slightly staggered, and arranged in a triangular shape. Leave the rest to me..."

The sailor worked quickly and put it on.

Chen Qingyuan took out a round table, sat on it, crossed his legs, made hand gestures, circulated Qi throughout his body, and chanted a spell to summon wind and rain.

Although the talented people in ancient books can easily summon wind and rain with a wave of their sleeves, in fact, after practicing, you will know how difficult it is...

You can create a flamethrower out of thin air and spit fire, which is awesome. But if you want to be even more awesome, you must be able to freely control a large area of ​​flames centered on yourself.

This is the principle of being able to call the wind and rain. In addition to having reliable personal cultivation, one also needs the right time, place and background.

He took out a small bamboo pole, wrapped a yellow triangle of cloth around it, bit his fingertip, smeared the blood on the cloth, drew four stick figures, and then wrote a spell.

"The wind is coming!"

There is wind on the sea, otherwise how could the ship move forward?

Some sailors didn't know about Chen Qingyuan's situation and complained in their hearts. Who knew that the next second, the wind direction on the sea changed, blowing straight from the stern to the bow, and the sails were fully propped up. The helmsman knew the strength of the wind and the speed of the ship very well. He felt the speed at the first time. Although he was prepared, he still felt incredible and shouted excitedly: "Everyone move, the speed of the ship is starting to increase..."

The fishing boat is like a race walker, who changes from jogging to running and then to riding the wind and waves!

The triangle of the bow cut through the waves, dragging long white waves on both sides of the boat, as if it was flying above the clouds.

Young Master Zhang felt the speed of the ship and said, "Fellow Daoist, your method is amazing. As long as this ship can hold up, it will be no problem to reach the island country in a day and a half. It is even faster than the ships of our time! Maybe we can get there in a day. We don't need to dock at the edge of the island country. How about going all the way to Honshu Island and reaching the destination directly?"

The helmsman said: "No, we only have a general map of the island country, and no more detailed map. I really don't know where the Honshu Island you mentioned is..."

He was just a boat driver.

Chen Qingyuan thought this was not a problem. He took out his phone to search for a map of the island country, then took out a pen and A4 paper and copied the shape on the map...

He handed the paper to the helmsman: "Can this level be used?"

The helmsman asked his assistant to help hold the rudder to prevent the ship from running wildly. He picked up the paper and looked at it carefully for a while. His pupils gradually dilated and he said in shock: "I know that the island country is roughly like this, but I didn't expect there are so many scattered islands on it. This map is really too important..."

There was a look of desire in his eyes.

Although this blueprint only exists in the island country, if you offer it to others, it will definitely bring you great blessings!
Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty is constantly in conflict with the island countries because of Korea and the coastline. Many times, when sending troops, it is because of insufficient understanding that many people have died...

The helmsman said directly: "Master, can I take this blueprint and present it to the inspector in exchange for credit?"

Chen Qingyuan likes people who are direct, so he said, "It's originally for you, take it. There is a Honshu Island on the map. Look at the location. Can you go directly there?"

The helmsman analyzed the situation for a while and said, "At our current speed, the Japanese pirates can't catch up with us even if they have three heads and six arms! Honshu Island... no problem!"

As time goes by.

The ship completely left the inland sea of ​​the Ming Dynasty, entered the East China Sea, passed the Bay Island, and headed for the island country!

Their lightning-fast speed stunned the island country ships patrolling the coast, and they chased them like mad, but ended up not even touching the wave line left by the fishing boats.

We have arrived at Honshu Island...

Mount Fuji is located relatively inland on Honshu Island.

Using a telescope at sea, you can only vaguely see a little outline. The top of the mountain is covered with a layer of snow, like a ripe and deflated pimple.

The fishing boats were docked at a remote pier. A group of islanders also had a boat docked there. They were secretly carrying food up the mountain. When they suddenly saw the fishing boats coming, they panicked. Two of them, a middle-aged man dressed as a samurai with a bun on his head and a sword on his waist, walked up to them in wooden clogs and shouted at the top of his voice: "Assholes, this is a private pier. Which family are you from that dares to do this..."

When the sailors on the ship heard the Japanese pirates shouting, they drew their swords with a clang!

The helmsman stood in front of Chen Qingyuan and said, "Master, you are good at slaying demons, but when it comes to killing people, we are better..."

Chen Qingyuan's figure shook, and the helmsman's hands were empty, and he found that the knife had fallen into Chen Qingyuan's hands.

"So fast!"

the helmsman exclaimed.

Chen Qingyuan smiled and waved his sword a few times, saying: "I am very good at communication. You stay on the boat and wait! If this pirate can communicate, he is lucky. If not, I am also good at a little swordsmanship..."

Young Master Zhang also wants to get off the boat.

His skills are OK, but he is not good at using cold weapons. With the hot weapon Black Star Pistol in his hand, he is more efficient.

The two warriors on the wooden planks of the dock saw someone coming down from the big fishing boat, and they angrily went to meet them. Halfway through, they realized something was amiss...

Because the two men who came down from the fishing boat, one in his twenties and the other in his fifties, were both very tall, almost two heads taller than them...

Young Master Zhang said with emotion: "So this is the origin of the Japanese pirates. In my time, I don't know whose genes these people stole, but their heights are generally much taller."

The warriors didn't understand what Young Master Zhang said, but from his expression, it seemed like he was teasing them.

He yanked out his katana and yelled, "Baka!"

Chen Qingyuan understood, raised his hand and said, "Sir... don't be impulsive. We want to ask how to get to Mount Fuji the fastest. Also, are these things you are transporting food?"

The samurai sword came towards him, and the wind was cut apart!
Incredibly sharp.

Chen Qingyuan strolled leisurely, dodged the attack sideways, slapped the warrior with his backhand, and said kindly: "Can I give you a chance to answer my question?"

The warriors here all have their own inexplicable dignity. After being slapped, they immediately turned red and furious: "How dare you insult a warrior? Do you know who my original master is?"

Chen Qingyuan swung the big knife in his hand, and a cold light flashed.

This warrior, who was from an unknown family, lost his balance and fell to the ground. Just as he was about to curse, he discovered that his left leg had been cut open at the knee...

He was born with a love for swords, and every time he got a new sword, in order to experience the feel and sharpness of the sword, he would go into the village at night and randomly look for villagers to test the sword.

This is only for poorer warriors.

As for wealthy samurai, they would capture villagers or death row prisoners through various channels, line them up, and then use their samurai swords to pull them over with all their strength!
This strike can chop off as many bodies of people as needed, and they will become several corpses!

For example, one person has one ton, two people have two ton, and these ton represent the grade of the knife. Some people are even so crazy that they make eight ton knives through repeated experiments and sharpening...

The samurai held up the sword in his hand desperately: "This is a good sword of Mitsudo, you dare not compete with me... You are a coward!"

Chen Qingyuan was stunned: "?"

He casually chopped off the creature's head with a knife, and from the moment it said the knife was as sharp as a piece of meat, it was doomed to die.

The other warrior was a little younger, in his early thirties. He saw that Chen Qingyuan was not a simple person. He held the scabbard in his left hand and the handle in his right hand, making a gesture of drawing the sword and slashing...

Chen Qingyuan asked: "Answer me...you guys...forget it, come on!"

Let him see for himself.

The warrior shouted, and drew out a white blade from the scabbard, slashing diagonally from bottom to top...

Chen Qingyuan's eyes flashed with a gleam. He did not dodge or evade, but stepped forward. He casually swung the big knife in his right hand from top to bottom. Blood splattered, and an arm holding a samurai sword passed his cheek and fell to the ground!

"Ah? My sword slash never fails."

(End of this chapter)