After the end of the rainy season, we dug out a large stone hut on the cliff next to the cistern, which could accommodate 100 people. ┏┛

The quarried stone bars have built a three-zhang high building on the reef platform? Watchtower, on which you can see merchant ships passing by on the sea dozens of miles away.

The daily harvest of seafood also fills every reef on the island, and now we can live on the soft seaweed and nibble on dried fish.

The fly in the ointment is that you can't find half a piece of wood, otherwise it wouldn't be nice to set up a bonfire and put the fat fish and shrimp on it for barbecue!

This problem was quickly resolved, and as we accumulated more and more dry goods, it was far beyond our daily consumption.

These oily dried fish are the fuel for the first and second fires, and the dried seaweed is no different from ordinary artemisia grass, and the rest is almost fired.

This is also difficult for us, drilling wood for fire, flint for fire, intercepting a piece of hemp rope and rubbing it vigorously to become a fire velvet.

Then he found an oak crowbar to dig a small hole, took a long chiseled wooden handle to make a small pole, and selected a few brothers who were as strong as oxen to take turns to fight, and rubbed the wooden pole into smoke.

After a short time, the perimeter of the small hole began to carbonize slightly, and then there were sparks flashing.

It was the hottest day of the year after noon, and more than 50 of our brothers were sweating and standing on the surrounding reefs to witness the arrival of this miraculous moment.

The velvet blew a little against the spark and burned, what a hard-won fire!

Salander and the others hurriedly handed over the yellowed fish oil, and then brought the dried seaweed and dried fish, and set it around the fire.

The aroma of grilled fish and shrimp soon wafted in all directions, like a smell from heaven.

Since Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and I went south from the bustling city-state of Antioch to Knight's Fort last September, a full year has passed, and we have not smelled the smell of fireworks in the world.

Now looking at the burnt grilled fish and the roaring bonfire, it is like a world away.

After a trip from hell, I finally returned to the world.

The daily quest for home in a meditative fantasy continues, but the time has changed from late at night at Flying Fish Reef to every afternoon now.

He is surrounded by brothers who share life and death, and he no longer needs to be on guard.

At the same time, the primordial spirit has returned to normal, and the essence is easier to gather.

Sitting? The top of the watchtower faces the direction of the eastern sea, and if you close your eyes slightly and listen to the gentle sea breeze blowing past your ears, you can instantly reach the state of tranquility and let the breath of the soul soar in the nine heavens.

I saw the long-lost Qingfeng Ze home, my mother Mrs. Khotan was gray-haired, and his wife Kuzhina was holding a baby in her arms, standing on the corner tower of the inn and silently looking at the business road to the west.

I'm a father! I was filled with joy, and I really wanted to fall from the clouds and cry with my relatives.

How can the power of meditation be like the wind, and the breath of the soul is as light as a gossamer, which can only flutter and cannot land.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't control it until I woke up from my illusion in a sweat.

I have also met Liu Nan'er and Bai Xuan, who are male farmers and women weaving on the banks of Weishui, Chang'an, the third brother of a young gentleman who preaches and teaches in Luoyi Academy, and Wu Wei, the second brother who interrupts the case in the Yamen of Xiapi County.

There are also grandfathers from Longxi Manor, grandfathers who returned from buying horses on the Wusun grassland, and Uncle Su who galloped across the country.

But in all the illusions, the little sisters I wanted to see the most, Gulando, Shamihan, and Big Brother Langton, did not appear once.

As the saying goes, clouds think about things day and dream night, so the illusion in meditation is really different from sleep.

Until one afternoon at the end of September, the autumn breeze on the sea brought a hint of chill.

I'm sitting cross-legged? On the watchtower, just after entering the meditation, the familiar hissing sound of the big bird of Qingluan came to my ears.

A white-sailed ship entered my vision, along with the Romans in the bow of the ship, dressed as Romans and Shamihan.

Qingluan was hovering in the sky outside the white sails, and then swooped down as if he saw me.

The wings spread out like a giant umbrella in the sky, completely obscuring my illusion, the eagle rafters like the Hun scimitar, and the claws like the iron anchor of the sea ship.

In just one year, our Qingluan has changed, and it has become the kind of huge condor on the Green Ridge Ice Field, which can carry a hundred and ten catties of rock sheep into the air.

"Qin Chong! Liu Zhen'er! I see them! And Qingluan! ”

As soon as I woke up from the illusion, I was overjoyed and shouted at the tower.

Just in case, every time I went on stage to meditate, my two brothers would wait below.

Meditation is a secret that the three of us know, and no matter how Ronier and Salander ask, they don't tell them the truth, only that I am practicing an oriental health preservation technique.

First, I was afraid that these Persian and Hebrew brothers would laugh at me and affect my authority on the island.

In addition, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and whether they can find us is an illusory thing.

Now that life on the island has just improved, everyone is a little content with the status quo, and there is no longer much hope that they will be able to get out of this small island alive.

Now I dare not tell them that there is an Oriental ship looking for us everywhere, and if we fail to redeem it in the future, it will only add to our troubles.

"Young master! Is this true? Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er rushed up and asked in surprise.

"It's true! Shamihan has short Roman hair! Duo'er has completely become a Roman girl, wearing a wreath, wheat-colored cotton dress! Qingluan is twice as big as before! ”

I excitedly compared everything I saw to the two brothers in the illusion, as if it were real and not an illusion.

"Great, young master! I'm going back to the East! I'm going to get married! ”

Liu Zhen'er, who had been suppressed for a long time, howled and cried excitedly, bowed his head in the direction of his homeland, and couldn't kneel for a long time.

"The two brothers can't be happy too early, everything is still my illusion!"

I tried my best to suppress my excitement and smiled calmly.

People must not have a dream in a desperate situation, if they cannot be realized, they will be miserable.

Just like walking in the sand sea of Huanglong with the camel caravan in the middle of summer, if you always think about the cool shade of the trees and the sweet spring water, you will not be able to walk a single step.

Ronier, they didn't know what happened to our three Oriental brothers, and they all hula-la-la-hued and surrounded them. The top of the watchtower was crowded.

I'm really worried that this stone tower will suddenly collapse and bury us all inside, and it will be very happy and sad.

"It's okay, it's okay! Let's all go down, and today the brothers may be able to witness a spectacle through the ages! ”

After a year of exchanges, coupled with the foundation laid by the merchants sent to various countries in the inn in the early days, now I can basically understand Roman, Canaanite, and Persian official dialects, and I can speak a few words.

"Your Lord! In the vast sea, what wonders can be found on an isolated island? ”

Salander and the others shook their heads in confusion, but they all obeyed my request and went to sit under the stone pagoda and wait.

I know that if the Qingluan Big Bird can really find us, the main reason is that it can distinguish extremely faint smells from hundreds of miles away, and the psychic theory may just be a myth.

And strangers around will dilute this aura on us, increasing the difficulty of Qingluan's identification.

As for the meditation summoning technique, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't had the experience of that experiment in the High Attachment City at the beginning of last year.

Under the training of the psychic Gulando, the distance from the Salang Pass to the southeast valley of the Kabul River, more than 100 miles, is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and Qingluan has done it.

Therefore, I can't believe it, and this is where the hope lies at the moment.

After the hustle and bustle just now, I wanted to regather my essence and enter the illusion world, but my pounding heart couldn't calm down anymore.

Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and I could only sit there quietly facing the east, anxiously staring at the distance connected by the sea and the sky, hoping to see the familiar figure of the Qingluan big bird flying through the blue sky like a seabird flying in the sky.

Time passed little by little, a cup of tea, a meal, an hour, two hours, and the miracle still did not happen.

I've lost patience and suspect that I'm paranoid.

Just when I completely lost hope and was ready to get up and walk down? While looking at the tower, Qin Ran pointed to the clouds in front of him and shouted madly, and even his voice changed.

"Young master, look! Qingluan! Our Qingluan! ”

There is nothing more exciting in this world than seeing Qingluan, this big bird descends from the clouds like a visitor from the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, facing the sparkling sea? The direction of the watchtower swooped in.

Everything was like a dream, I stood there in a daze like a dream, Liu Zhen'er and Qin Chong kowtowed a few times on the stone, and thanked the ancestors and ancestors for the blessing of the spirit of the heavens.

It wasn't until Qingluan's claws, as big as a fan, fell heavily on my shoulder, pecked at my arm affectionately, and the cheers of everyone under the tower pulled me back from the chaos.

It's not a dream, Qingluan is really here! Little sister Gulando, Shamihan, and big brother Langton, they have come to save us from the sea of suffering!

Ronir, Salander, the Persians and Canaanites had never seen such a scene, as if they had seen the gods, kneeling on the beach under the tower and thanking God for his mercy and the grace of the gods of Mazda.

Qingluan's constant flapping of its lead-silver wings caught my attention, and it was only then that I noticed that there was a white silk tied to its wing feathers.

I hurriedly unwrapped the silk cloth, and unfolded the familiar font of the little sister Gulando, who was looking at it, poured into our eyes like spring water.

"Brother, where are you?"

Just one sentence made me and Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er burst into tears.

Without further ado, I bit my index finger and left a message for help in the blank space of the silk cloth: Little sister, trivial story. Quickly prepare 60 sets of clothes and soft armor, 60 Persian long knives to come to the rescue of my brother, and the more naan and barbecue, the better! 100,000 urgent!

After writing, I couldn't wait for the handwriting to dry and couldn't wait to tie the white silk handwriting back into Qingluan's wings.

Qin Chong and the others had already taken fresh shrimp, shark fins, seaweed and fresh water from the warehouse under the tower to entertain our life-saving eagles.

Qingluan seemed to have been flying on the sea for a long time, and in three or two clicks, he put a small pile of seafood into his stomach and drank the clear water in the pool.

Then with all our hopes, we flapped our wings and returned to the sky, and soon disappeared into the clouds ahead.

The new life of freedom came too suddenly, and we didn't come back to our senses for a long time after Qingluan flew away.

Since the Buddha has given us such a chance to be reborn, how can mortals like us live up to it! This is exactly what the message asked Gulando to prepare for the soft armor long knife.

On the way back in the future, we must strive to protect ourselves, and we will no longer be mermaids!

God stops killing God! Demon slayer!