- His body hung on the tower of the Imperial Capital of the Northern Wild Goose, and when the wind blew, he swayed like a bed of torn cotton wool, and it seemed that the bones of his body were scattered, but he was implicated by the skin and had not yet disintegrated. But soon, this fragmented truth was revealed, the body was gradually dried, and the head fell off naturally, and then it was quietly put away by the four groups of expatriate team members and sent back to Nanzhao for burial.

During that time, Wu Shu went to the beach a few more times, and then gradually became less and less so.

But a few days ago, because he promised to take Mo Ye to Lin Shan's cemetery to worship, in the Tomb of Zhonglie, he saw his master's white tablet tomb, and the past was suddenly vivid. Seeing the child's heartbroken appearance, he quickly thought of himself when he had just suffered a tragedy, and then thought of the scene when the master took him to the beach before his death.

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Wu Shu didn't hesitate anything, and directly took Mo Ye to the beach.

In the sea breeze, Wu Shu seemed to be able to hear Master's rare voice showing that an elder cared about the junior.

Now Master is gone, but the sea is still the same sea. The sun still rises from the other side of the sea, and the stones under your feet have not moved in the slightest after so many years of the lapping of the waves.

Those seabirds on the sea may have been the descendants of the group of generations apart, but their fate of flying on the surface of the sea to fish for a living has not changed at all.

Standing in such an environment, it is almost like showing what the master said back then in the most appropriate way in front of this child who is also sinking in the grief of a broken family, right?

Although Wu Shu did not take the initiative to say anything to face the guidance at that time, he faced the people who were watching him. What the sea reveals never seems to change, depending on how much the viewer can perceive.

Perhaps the child could not have felt the slightest new revelation without guidance, but there is also a possibility that the inspiration she received was officially freer and more far-reaching because she was detached from the precursor experience.

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In fact, Wu Shu's intention. It is embodied in the spiritual world of Mo Ye. In the end, the result he got was only a little bit of a rub off from the result he guessed.

Mo Ye did not experience the continuation and inheritance of strength from the waves, nor did he think deeply about fate from the interpretation of the life of seabirds breaking the waves. As for the rising sun. Those almost unstoppable rays. It just made her feel warmer. But it didn't warm every corner of her heart.

But Mo Ye remembered that day when he stood on the cliff, the openness of the sea seemed to make everything suddenly smaller. The feeling that the line of sight can be stretched almost infinitely, and the sight of the sun peeling and tearing apart the clouds.

Broad and far, these two impressions are deeply in Mo Ye's mind.

As for the ray of light that pierced through the clouds like a thorn, Mo Ye only remembered its shape. Although her comprehension has not yet reached the step of Wu Shu's plan, she can still feel a little shocked by that kind of landscape in her heart. Perhaps in the future, in a certain opportunity, she can sublimate the shock of the past to a higher level of perception.

Recalling the scene when she first came to the beach, Mo Ye could only vaguely grasp those three words in her mind, not because she forgot quickly, but because the surrounding environment at this time was too noisy.

For those who like this lively atmosphere, it may be better to be as noisy as possible at this time, but if you want to recall and think about something in such an environment, I am afraid that no matter how strong your spirit is, you will not be able to resist the sound that comes from the five directions around your body and the top of your head at the same time, in addition to your feet.

The sound of 'thunder' above his head continued, because he had seen the duration of the first wave of 'thunder', Mo Ye gradually got used to it, and knew that the second wave of 'thunder' would not end soon. Although Mo Ye could vaguely surmise that this form of music with a loud voice that made the scalp tingle must represent something strict and important, but there was no one who could not find Ye Nuonuo, and there was no reference answer, so she couldn't guess accurately.

Until, she saw the giant merchant ships in her sight begin to raise their flags.

It is supposed that every merchant ship is beginning to raise the national flag with the word "Zhao", the flag fluttering on the top of the cupola mast, and then something resembling a cloth scroll slowly rises to the top of the towering mast with the ropeway connecting the two ends of the pulley.

There was already a crew waiting on the observation platform on the mast, and when the "cloth roll" was raised to a stop near the observation platform, the crew began to fix it with ropes, and pulled the rope loops on its left and right to hang the pulleys at both ends. Eventually, the crew untied the rope in the middle of the "cloth roll", and the "cloth roll" began to move flat in a vertical downward direction, and when it was completely unfolded, it became a giant sail.

The giant sails quickly puffed up in the wind, and each merchant ship had five or seven masts towering, and even if not every mast was sailing, with the wind power of today's sea, it was only three sails, and the wind power that could be borrowed was already a thousand pounds.

Mo Ye saw that the merchant ship closest to his sight had hoisted three sails almost at the same time, and there was no follow-up of the same kind. But the huge ship had begun to shake slightly when the sails had been fully winded.

Now, without the need for an explanation, she has understood that the second wave of "thunder" means sailing.

Looking at the huge sails blown up by the wind, Mo Ye finally felt a little excited in his heart, feeling that those offshore platforms, the original empty places, had finally added some full things at this time.

On the group of ships, most of the canvases are depicting layers of auspicious clouds, but near the middle of the group of ships, there is a merchant ship, and on the raised sails, it depicts a whole scene of "cranes chasing the sun", the color is not gorgeous, and it is better than solemn and heavy. In the almost cascading auspicious cloud giant sails, only such a side of the "crane chasing the sun" sail unfolded, which is very unique.

And not long after the giant sail of the "Crane Chasing the Sun" was unfurled, the thunder on the altar stopped. The loud noise suddenly disappeared, and Mo Ye felt that his ears had been shaken to a slight buzzing feeling.

At this time, the crowd didn't know who suddenly shouted: "Anchor!" It's time to anchor! ”

Mo Ye couldn't help but wonder when he heard this: Anchoring? Why is it so exciting? As soon as this thought came to her mind, she heard the sound of "thunder" on the altar finally rising. She was defenseless, and her shoulders trembled.

But she has understood that the meaning of anchoring must be no less than sailing. At the same time, she saw that all the people in the stands were no longer blindly talking excitedly on the iron fence, or shouting at the giant ship with great excitement, but all reaching out to take something into their arms.

Just when Mo Ye didn't know what to do, he didn't squeeze around anymore while the big guys were looking down to dig out things. Ye Nuonuo, who was standing in a few people away, finally found Mo Ye who was squeezed into the corner of the fence. While everyone has something to do. They were still relatively peaceful, Ye Nuonuo turned left and right, and finally stood with Mo Ye again.

Seeing that he was finally no longer alone, Mo Ye felt a trace of joy in his heart. And the first thing she wanted to say after meeting. It's to ask Yenono. What are you digging for. She remembered that when she bought the ticket, Ye Nuonuo didn't say what else she had to prepare?

However, because the sound of "thunder" came from the sky overhead, all her words were drowned out.

But Yeno seems to be able to speak. Seeing that Mo Ye moved her mouth, she immediately turned around, grabbed a handful of things that Xiaoyu, the maid next to her, had just taken out of her sleeve bag, and pressed it into Mo Ye's hand.

Mo Ye was slightly stunned, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, thinking that Ye Nuonuo had misunderstood what he meant.

But a thought soon came to her mind, and her eyes lit up, and she reached out and pointed first at her mouth, and then at her ear.

Ye Nuonuo quickly understood, and immediately leaned closer to Mo Ye's ear, but still raised his voice and explained: "'Push the boat' game! When the ship leaves for a while, cast the northern night star, and if someone falls on the ship, when the ship returns, you can get a reward! ”

Ye Nuonuo spoke very quickly and explained very briefly, Mo Ye listened to a half-understanding, Ye Nuonuo couldn't continue, because everyone in the stands had already taken out the "Northern Night Star" mentioned in Ye Nuonuo's explanation words in their arms or sleeves, and was ready to throw, noisy and pushing, more intense than before.

Moreover, this round of congestion has a more obvious bias than before.

At first, everyone just squeezed as much as possible to the iron fence, in order to find a better viewing angle, but some people couldn't squeeze other people, so they were relieved, so they stood in the back and no longer participated in the push game.

However, at the beginning of the third wave of "thunder", on the viewing platform, even those who were sweating and didn't want to squeeze anymore actually gathered their strength again to "sprint" to the front!

It turned out that there was not enough place to put your feet on the viewing platform, and behind the audience, there was actually a vacant space as narrow as a path!

But as long as Mo Ye hears one keyword, it is not difficult to understand why the people in the stands suddenly become more active and enthusiastic. When everyone was in a hurry to dig out the "Northern Night Star" just now, the silence of that moment was just like a moment of tranquility before the storm, and then thinking about this causal relationship, Mo Ye couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Mo Ye looked down at the thing that Ye Nuonuo had just stuffed into his palm, and saw that it was a stack of origami paper. It doesn't need to be disassembled, but it can be seen that it is very simple, made of three long strips of paper strung together, presenting a triangular dimple, and each section of the triangle has a long wing extending out.

Mo Ye was silently puzzled: Could it be that this thing made of paper is the "Northern Night Star"?

Ye Nuonuo saw the confusion in Mo Ye's eyes. In her opinion, it was the first time for Mo Ye to participate in this kind of event, and there were many things she didn't understand, which was normal, and she would not hesitate to introduce it. But the platform was so noisy that I wanted to explain something, and I was afraid that the sound would be dispersed by the noise around me before it could be heard.

After a little pondering, Ye Nuonuo tugged at Mo Ye's sleeve, and when her attention was shifted, Ye Nuonuo took a "Northern Night Star" from her hand, shook it in front of her eyes, and then threw it into the sea volley.

The sea breeze continued, and the origami of the "Northern Night Star" with three paper wings floated diagonally out of the viewing platform, and naturally spun rapidly. The three paper wings thus create a cycle of alternating phantoms, turning the origami into a triangular whole.

And although it is a dead thing, it cannot actively flap its wings and fly like a bird, but it does not fall downward, but slowly floats higher and higher with the rhythm of the wind for a while and for a while. Until it floated far away, it was knocked out by a sharp whirlpool of wind, and finally stabbed diagonally into the sea, and disappeared.

Mo Ye finally understood, and a novel look appeared in his eyes.

But Xiao Yu, who was standing nearby, shouted at this time, and her voice was so high that people could hear the words clearly in such a noisy environment.

"Not much! Miss...... Not much! ”

Ye Nuonuo raised his hand sideways, stretched out his little finger to Xiao Yu, and hooked it slightly. Although Mo Ye couldn't see the expression on Ye Nuonuo's face at this time, he could still see from her gesture that she showed contempt for Xiao Yu.

Then Ye Nuonuo turned his head again and said five words silently to Mo Ye with an exaggerated mouth: "Throw on the boat and get a reward!" ”

Although Sister Nuo is weak, she is still very good at talking to the point!

Mo Ye smiled slightly, then his eyes opened slightly, showing a serious and strict expression, and he stretched out his hand to Ye Nuonuo and raised his thumb - a "good" word, double meaning.

A total of 22 huge anchors weighing more than 1,000 gold sank to the seabed, and the upper ends were implicated in the ship by thick iron chains. At this time, everyone saw that the nine anchor cones on the side of the huge ship near the coast, as well as the two anchor cones on the stern of the ship, were slowly pulled up from the bottom of the water by extremely thick iron chains, but the two anchor cones on the bow side did not move.

Because one side of the hull had lost its grip, and the sails were already full of strong winds, the thrust from above, against the two grips generated by the unanchored bow, gradually caused the whole ship to tilt slightly.

Everyone watched this scene intently, and the cheers and cheers on the observation deck were a little weaker as the giant ship tilted. Mo Ye could hear that there was a slight sigh coming from the part of the crowd closest to him, which was a sound that was not high-pitched, but could be perceived sensitively.

And after a while, the overall position of the giant ship in front of them shifted, so that everyone finally understood a problem, and the slight speculation and confusion before naturally disappeared, and it was replaced by bursts of applause again.

The giant ship, began to turn around.

The roaring "thunder" on the altar stopped.

And everyone on the viewing platform started the "boat pushing game".

The meaning of the word "pushing the boat" in this game cannot be understood from the perspective of strength, but from the perspective of spirit.

Such a giant ship cannot be pushed by manpower, in fact, including the slight adjustment of the mast, the reversal of the direction of the rudder, and the combination of propellers in a vortex arrangement...... A qiē requires a great deal of force to start, and during the voyage, it is often necessary to maintain the speed of the ship, and the power source is supplied by the huge gears embedded in the hull pulled by the first few batches of horses that boarded the ship...... (To be continued......)