Six hundred years ago, a mighty fleet sailed on the calm sea.

The night is about to pass, and the sky is gradually brightening, but there are still a few stars shining in the sky.

Gu Xiaobai couldn't sleep, lying on the side of the boat, looking into the distance.

Accustomed to the speed of the Zhongjun, going back to six hundred years ago, feeling the speed of this sailboat, Gu Xiaobai is really not used to it.

But this kind of slow driving speed allows Gu Xiaobai to calm down and think about some problems that he doesn't have much time to think about in modern times.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

It was Zheng He who walked out of the cabin.

"We're almost on land!" Zheng He said, looking up at the seagulls flying on the boat.

Gu Xiaobai stretched out his left hand, compared the sea level and the stars in the sky, silently calculated in his heart, and said: "South latitude 6°21', east longitude 110°23'...... We are still more than 100 miles from the coast, and at this wind speed, we can reach it in the evening. ”

And in this era, there is no sonar, no satellite positioning, and what can keep them from getting lost on the sea, except for experience, is all about astrology.

This is an ancient, but very advanced navigation technique, similar to the principle of a sextant. By measuring the angle between the sea level and the sun and stars, you can determine your latitude.

If you have data on the movement of celestial bodies, you can accurately calculate your position according to the current time.

This is something that the ancient people could not do.

Just a few days earlier, they had crossed the equator.

The shipwrights were amazed at the sun that appeared in the north above their heads.

If it weren't for the compass still stubbornly pointing ahead, I'm afraid many of them would have turned around and turned back.

For people who have lived in the Northern Hemisphere since childhood, it is really strange to watch the sun change direction.

At this moment, a year has passed since Zheng He led the fleet to sail.

In the next nearly thirty years, Zheng He's fleet sailed on the vast sea, and I don't know how many young people gave birth to gray hair, and how many old people left gloomily.

The invincible Ming Navy also withered.

And the heroic young man in front of him will also become a dying old man.

He was destined to be alone, childless and daughterless, and destined not to enjoy the joy of family.

Perhaps, there is nothing else that can make him pursue it with all his heart but to the distant other.

Sometimes, Gu Xiaobai wants to ask, is it worth it?

Sail out to sea again and again, towards the other shore where you never know what will happen?

But if you think about it, isn't that the case for him?

It's just that Zheng He's sea can reach the other side after all.

And the sea of physics he wanders in is endless.

In a way, they're all looking for something they can't get.

And in the direction they went, there was a city that would be named "Semarang" in the future, because the Sambao eunuchs had been here.

And what about Gu Xiaobai? Will he also leave a name in history in the future?

Not in the identity of Qi Huan Gong and Huo Quai, but in the name of Gu Xiaobai.

Just when Gu Xiaobai was thinking about it, Zheng He suddenly said, "Xiaobai, your birthday is coming." ”

"Hey, birthday?" Gu Xiaobai was stunned, which one?

In fact, he didn't know when the birthday of his body was, and Sister Zhong Jun didn't tell him.

"Lao Jiang told me that your birthday is coming soon. ”

"That?"

Future, his own birthday?

In fact, Gu Xiaobai himself has almost never had the habit of celebrating birthdays since he was a child.

This is also very rare among his peers.

After all, since he was a child, his parents have been busy making ends meet, and after he showed his outstanding talents, Gu Ping worked hard day and night.

This way the family gets along may seem strange to outsiders.

Perhaps, this is what only a family with a particularly good child can experience.

Every parent wants the best for their children.

But Gu Xiaobai's parents found that they couldn't meet his most basic needs despite their best efforts......

Before Gu Xiaobai became famous, Gu Ping really planned to raise Gu Xiaobai for the rest of his life and let him do academics.

Fortunately, Gu Xiaobai became famous.

Now that Zheng He mentioned it, Gu Xiaobai realized that his 17th birthday seemed to be in the past two days.

"Yes, how many days are left?" Zheng He asked, "I ordered someone to prepare Shou Tao and Shou Mian, and then asked the goldsmith to cast a golden Buddha for you, by the way, you have to change your clothes, and after more than a year at sea, this clothes are already small......

Zheng He looked at the young man in front of him, and love and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The sleeves of the teenager are already short.

Unknowingly, Hua Xiaobai is also about to reach the year of dancing spoons.

Children of this age, if they can't see it overnight, they will grow a lot taller, and in this year's time, Hua Xiaobai has grown more than a head.

Now, his height has reached Zheng He's chest.

Zheng He himself, in the crowd, can be said to stand out from the crowd.

Looking at Hua Xiaobai now, he can already vaguely see the heroic appearance of this young man when he becomes an adult.

And for this Zhong Jun, who always befalls Hua Xiaobai from time to time, Zheng He's mood is also very complicated.

It had become increasingly difficult for him to distinguish between the two.

Hua Xiaobai is Zhong Jun, and Zhong Jun is Hua Xiaobai.

It's the same child who grew up watching it himself.

Therefore, whether it is Hua Xiaobai's birthday or Zhong Jun's birthday, he plans to do it well.

Then, he heard Gu Xiaobai say: "If you count it according to the date, there are still 224136 days." ”

Zheng He: "......"

？？？？

It's coming?

He smiled wryly and said, "It seems that I have enough time to prepare a gift for you......

Beside him, the soldier who was ordered to guard Gu Xiaobai was still silently guarding behind, and when he heard the words of Gu Xiaobai and Zheng He, he was next to him, and counted with his fingers.

It doesn't seem to be able to be calculated.

Who told me, more than 220,000 days, how many years?

Sure enough, Zhong Jun is a god!

One day in heaven and one year on earth......

Wait, that doesn't seem to be enough!

Could it be that Zhong Jun is more powerful than an immortal, a heaven in the sky?

The soldier began to think about the square of the "gods", what was the concept.

On the treasure ship, Zheng He looked into the distance, and suddenly said to Gu Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, after six hundred years, you will come here again." ”

He unsheathed the sword from his waist and threw it with all his might.

The long sword drew an arc, and with a pop, fell into the sea, sinking and sinking.

"Six hundred years later, where the sword fell, no matter what, I will give you a congratulatory gift. ”