The next morning, when the morning breeze got up, Martin had already prepared the items he needed to go to sea, and was sitting on the side of the road smoking a cigarette in front of the door, and the morning breeze greeted him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"These things don't look useful, but they can save lives when it matters. Watching the morning breeze come over, Martin said with a puff of smoke.

Morrowind didn't know what these things were for, but he didn't open his mouth to ask, and the things that everyone hoped would save their lives didn't have a chance to work.

"The weather was nice today and it should be smooth all the way. Martin smoked a cigarette and looked at the sky in the distance.

"Uncle Martin, when are we leaving?" asked Morrowind.

"When I finish pumping this tube, I also have to pray to the god of 'Blue Lady Bei', hahaha......" Before Morrowind could react, he laughed out loud first.

"The god of 'Blue Face'?" Morrowind wondered, this was the first time he had heard of such a god.

"Of course, this is the most important god in the world. Martin said, packing up his pipe.

"Well, I don't know what it is. "Morrowind is honest.

After that, Morrowind picked up the necessary supplies that Martin said and walked towards the sea, Martin told Morrowind that the boat was parked at a dock in the village, this was the only boat in the village, and the villagers could only use it in turns, and there were not many opportunities, so they had to seize it.

Morrowind learned about the god of "Blue Face" in Martin's mouth, which is not a god, for Martin, it is more like a faith, and faith does not have to be a god, does it?

Martin believes in Lan Yanbei, his concept is that everything in this world is virtual, only Lan Yanbei is real, status, power, and respect of others all need Lan Yanbei's support behind his back.

Without enough blue faces, a flower shelf can't support a person's face for a long time, and happiness won't last long.

Even the romantic and freedom-loving bards and the self-proclaimed artists eventually gathered in the place of singing, and why, because there were conditions that supported their dreams - to be able to exchange art for blue faces.

For example, couples who are in love, even if they shout long live romance all day long, true love will always exist, but when all the romance and responsibilities of life are implemented on firewood, rice, oil and salt, Lan Yanbei has also become the basis for continuing the relationship or marriage.

"Therefore, the god of 'Blue Face' is the greatest, at least in this place of chanting. Martin was very excited when he talked about this, Morrowind didn't know why, but what a person is like and why he became like this, there is a process, he doesn't understand the process, and naturally he won't evaluate the results.

For Martin's statement, Morrowind didn't say anything, he was right and true, this is such a world, but under the same sky, how to live is up to you, how to live, it's not wrong.

The wharf of the village is not far from Martin's house, and after going down a few small slopes, you can see that on the far shore, there is a platform made of wood, jutting into the water, fixed with thick wooden stakes below, and a lot of hemp rope wrapped around it, which is the wharf of the windmill village.

Walking to the dock, Morrowind saw a sailboat, about twenty meters long, which was already not a small small ship, but the first reaction that Morrowind saw was why this boat was so small.

Indeed, Morrowind had been standing for a long time on the aircraft carrier of the Crescent Fleet, where even a piece of wood on the deck was much larger than this sailboat, and although he had no memory of the past, the feeling was still clear.

When Morrowind and Martin boarded the ship, they found that there were already several people on it, all of whom were like Martin, with yellow skin, black hair, and low noses.

Morrowind looked at the people on the boat suspiciously, as if to say why there were people on the boat, seeing his appearance, Martin opened his mouth and said: "These friends are all helping us drive the boat, you don't think the two of us can sail this sailboat, right?"

Martin smiled rarely, and said to the few people behind him, "This is my new guest in the house, and if he doesn't want to eat rice, I'll take him out to do something." A few people on the boat next to him also laughed.

Morrowind's expression did not change, and he looked around the boat, touching it here, pulling it there, and finally walked to the bow of the boat, and stood at the forefront.

He had a feeling that it was not the first time he had stood on the bow of the boat, such an experience was not unfamiliar, but after that he couldn't remember anything, there was a fault line in his memory, and his life was like being dragged back to the tribe by Ned.

"This guy is in a really good position. Someone behind him couldn't help but praise when he saw Chenfeng standing in the distance.

"Well, yes, the last time I saw a lieutenant standing on the bow of a warship, he was not as good as he was on the bow of ours. "More than one person felt that the morning breeze was heroic.

"Martin, this kid doesn't look ordinary, why did he come to your house? Another turned to ask Martin.

Martin glanced up at Morrowind, and when he saw that he easily carried more than a hundred large cheeses, he felt that Morrowind must not be ordinary, and at this time, others also saw it at a glance, "Who knows, probably lost." ”

However, Martin probably told these people about Morrowind's amnesia casually, and these people, with regret, went over to say hello to Morrowind and made final preparations.

"As soon as the sun rises, we set out, and we are the children of the sun. "Everyone except Morrowind, including Martin, stood on deck and shouted.

This is what they must do before they go out to sea, they can not pray, they can not worship the gods, but they must shout the sun.

When the first rays of dawn appeared, the morning breeze cut the rope that pulled the sailboat on the dock according to the task they assigned, which is the custom of the windmill village, do not untie the rope, do not hesitate when facing the sun, there are many remnants of the stakes on the pier that have been cut ropes, some have been rotted, these things will eventually decay, witnessing the voyage again and again.

Several people in the windmill village put on and sang the trumpet, their voices were loud and rough, but they also reflected the true temperament of the sea boy, the morning breeze was a little stunned, and a picture flashed in his mind, countless people wearing the same kind of clothes, standing on a sailboat that was not known how many times larger than the current one, raised the long sword in his hand and shouted, but he didn't hear the sound.

In the deep water area where the sailboat sailed, the waves began to get bigger, and at this time there was a noise in the cabin, and at sea, it was normal for items in the cabin to occasionally collide, and even if they heard it, no one would pay much attention.

But Morrowind noticed something different, like the sound of heavy footsteps, and he opened the hatch and walked into the cabin.

Within a few minutes, Morrowind climbed onto the deck alone.

"Uncle Martin, I must tell you something serious. Morrowind said to Martin with no expression on his face, standing on the deck.