In the experiment at the beginning of the year in the High Attachment City, the Qingluan Big Bird, with its divine sense of smell and vision, was able to pinpoint my location in the deep mountains hundreds of miles away. ┏┛

I don't know if it can find this isolated island more than 500 miles away from the mainland coast with its meager breath.

If the Qulandos were still in the Eastern Romans, they would have been inquiring about our whereabouts all the time for the past six months.

The reason why I haven't found this isolated island so far may be because I haven't been able to send a distress signal.

The psychic mage of the High Attachment Kingdom once said that each of us has an invisible and intangible soul qi in our body, which is free from the body and outside.

Only a monk who has reached a certain level of meditation can freely harness the essence of this delicate gossamer in the illusion of meditation and let it go where you want to go.

This so-called vision is thousands of miles, and the soul flies for nine days!

The magic of the Qingluan Big Bird lies in its ability to recognize such an aura and find the location of the search target accordingly.

Without further ado, taking advantage of the energy that had just gathered after a full stomach, I ran out of the coconut grove to the edge of the bay, looking for a reef and sitting cross-legged facing the sea.

Reciting the sixteen-character tips handed over by Master Huang Gang back then, it seemed that he was asleep but not asleep, fluttering like a fairy, and soon entered the realm of separation of spirit and flesh.

I could feel my body suspended beneath the dome, the endless black waves of the ocean rolling, and I could not see any ships or creatures.

I flew over the sea again, over the gallop along the coast, into the desert of the sea where the Semites had lived for generations, and then along the coast to the skies over the city of Antioch.

Fly aimlessly, fly! In my soul, I never saw the slightest trace of Qingluan, the big bird, and the Gulando.

The sound of the waves at the ebb tide of dawn woke me up, and I found that Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er were still asleep on the reef where I was meditating, one left and one right.

This time of day is the best time to collect seaweeds and snails to replenish supplies, and the Persian, Hebrew, and Semitic people are already eager to chase the receding waves and rush into the shore.

Unfortunately, Flying Fish Reef is too small to have the long beaches of the Antioch Coast, with brown reefs stretching into the surrounding deep sea.

Therefore, when the tide is low, the conch and seashells that are still attached to the reef are carried back to the sea by the waves.

If you can find one or two pieces of seaweed or conch or the like in the daily rush to the sea, it is pure luck, and it is really a curse!

I didn't wake up the two brothers, and I searched for a long time in the surrounding reefs, but I didn't find a trace of seaweed.

At this time, the sound of the horn urging on the side of the longhouse sounded again, and the time for work was up.

Winters in the Mediterranean are cold and dry, and the lack of fresh water is the second deadliest weapon after food.

The few freshwater springs on the island are now controlled by the Persians, who are so numerous that the Oriental and Hebrew tribes, like us, have to offer precious rations in exchange for water.

The cistern on the other side of the longhouse was reserved for the Roman overseers, and if we dying slaves dared to take the slightest step, we would be thrown into the bay beneath the cliff by the frenzied demons, and turned into a dry skeleton in the depths of the sea.

As a result, fights for drinking water are a daily occurrence, and dead people have become a very common occurrence on this island.

The Canaanite Semites and Hebrews, who were weak and weak, saw the strength and desperation of our three brothers, and they automatically attached themselves to my disciples and sought refuge from us.

So now I have more than 20 slave workers from all walks of life who obey my orders, and Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er have been named left and right generals.

In this way, I had the capital to contend with the Persians, and after a fatal group fight, I snatched a mountain spring from the Persian slave laborers at the cost of the death of two brothers, and our winter drinking water crisis was slightly alleviated.

Work continues on the island,?? The pier steps on the shore of the lake have been completed, the two-story stone fort next to the longhouse is more than halfway completed, and the rough framework of the warehouse and cistern on the reef platform has been revealed.

By the time the western trade winds blew in the spring of the following year and the rainy season arrived, the construction of the entire island was nearing completion.

Of the more than 150 slave laborers we went to the island last September, only about 60 have survived.

Or they were tortured to death by the Roman overseers, or they died of starvation, thirst, or disease, or they died of internal struggle among our slaves.

Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and I are lucky enough to survive to this day, in addition to our kung fu, it is the unity and common hatred between our brothers.

In order to live, there are many slave brothers who died at our hands, and may the Almighty Buddha forgive my sins.

A jungle desert island where the jungle eats the jungle, you die or you die, and we had no choice at that time.

Every night throughout the winter, I would sit on the edge of the ocean and meditate to send distress signals beyond the sea and sky, but all failed.

Qingluan, Big Bird and Gulando, they have not appeared in my illusion once, and I am already a little desperate.

A month later, in May of the Middle-earth summer calendar, the stone fort and dock on the island were finally completed.

When Qin Chong and I cut the last piece of stone and covered it on the top of the fort, there was a kind of nirvana. The feeling of ascension.

After nearly a year of slavery, the barren reef has now been transformed into another majestic and sturdy knight's castle, connecting the sea stations of merchants from all over the world.

Don't think about merit and hard work, it's time for Lord Antonio, who is high up, to show mercy and release us!

The white-sailed sea ships carrying grain arrived as scheduled, and two of them came together for the first time.

However, he did not bring a grain of wheat, but went to the island with more than a hundred Roman soldiers in strong armor and, of course, the imposing general Antonio.

In front of his master, Overseer Ed, who usually acts as a powerful man, led the general around the entire reef like a wagging pug and begging for mercy.

Ed made an introduction with a red face, and it could be seen that the general was very satisfied with the whole project, and kept praising Ed's contributions.

The bloodthirsty demon was delighted, and he kept making crosses on his chest, praising the virtues of the general and God.

Finally, Ed accompanied General Antonio to the newly completed viewing platform of the Stone Castle.

Our remaining slaves were also summoned to the square in front of the barn, waiting for the instructions of the owner of the Flying Fish Reef.

Lord Antonio was about to speak, when he accidentally found me, Qin Chong, and Liu Zhen'er standing in the middle of the crowd, so he paused slightly, and an inscrutable smile appeared on his face.

He probably didn't expect that the three of us Orientals would be so hard-hearted and able to live to this day.

Then he gave a speech with emotion, sketching the beautiful scene of "Flying Fish Reef", and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to us builders.

The Semitic brother Salander next to him listened attentively and gave us a simple translation.

When it was translated that Master Antonio was going to restore us as freemen and immediately send us away from the "Flying Fish Reef", the more than fifty slaves present almost simultaneously raised their hands to the sky and cheered loudly, praising the mercy of the Lord with the most pious praise.

We also got down on our knees and kowtowed to the demon three times with the most solemn oriental ritual.

Although all the tragedies of the three of us today are due to Him.

After the preaching, escorted by a group of sergeants, we boarded a sea boat.

Just like last year, the red stripes come and the red stripes go.

But when we came last year, we were scarred, but we were all vigorous teenagers, and today we are a group of skeletons that can still move.

In just one year, there are no slaves on the island, and the "Flying Fish Reef" is really a hell on earth!

It wasn't until the sailboat left the dock and came out on the calm sea that we realized that the demon Antonio had once again deceived us.

The sea ships are sailing in the direction of the setting sun, getting farther and farther away from the eastern coast.

More than twenty able-bodied Roman sergeants were watching us from the deck, and the slightest resistance would have left us in a different position.

The last trace of survival ** was shattered by the cruel reality, no one cried, no one sighed, all the blood and tears have long been drained.

The wind and rain at sea all night did not cease until the early morning of the next day.

The ship docked on a deserted island smaller than Flying Fish Reef, and the sergeant who escorted us lowered the pedal and ordered us to disembark immediately.

"Young master, Antonio, this bastard won't let us build another castle!"

When I left the ship, Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er followed behind me and asked cautiously.

The past is unbearable, and when we think of the tragic situation of quarrying and transporting stones on the Flying Fish Reef, our whole body is completely sunk, and we have no energy at all.

When all the slaves had come ashore, a sergeant stood on the deck and declared that we were free from now on, and that we had nothing to do with Lord Antonio or with the Knights' Castle.

This desert island is our territory, and it is up to us to choose from the people who will be robbed here in the future.

The island is full of rocks, and there is not even a single palm tree or artemisia grass in sight.

This is what sets us free! It's clear that they want to starve to death and trap us, so I will wait on this deserted island far from the mainland to fend for myself!