More than twenty days after leaving the South Seas, the fleet passed through the Andaman Sea and entered the Bay of Bengal.

It is already late April, and the summer monsoon in the Indian Ocean has formed, and in half a month, the entire northern Indian Ocean, like the South China Sea, will enter a storm period, and there will be a big storm at any time. Fortunately, the fleet's journey was quite fast, and there was no delay too much, according to the current wind speed, the sails were fully opened, and the fleet could reach Beitianzhu in less than five days.

The sun on the sea is westward, the sea breeze is blowing, and the warships are cleaving the waves, chasing the waves.

"Brother Yang, what do you want to do when you go back next year?" Tang Xun sat on the deck, blowing the sea breeze.

"If you ask me that, I really can't imagine that I might go back to martial arts to continue my studies. What about you, do you have any special thoughts? Yang Congyi turned his head and asked.

Tang Xun looked at the sea in the distance, thought for a while, and said: "I don't want to go to Lin'an, and I don't want to go back to my hometown, I want to go to a far away place, a place where no one knows me." ”

Yang Congyi laughed and said: "What, you still like wandering after going to sea for a few months?" ”

Tang Xun said: "You don't know, I'm just a little tired. Before going to Lin'an to study, I was stared at by my family, there was no freedom, after I went to Lin'an, I thought it would be easier, who knew that every ten days a letter came to my family, two thousand miles away from home, or controlled by the family. I've been relaxed and free for the past few months since I went to sea, and I feel like that's what I really want to live in life. ”

Yang Congyi said: "I'm different from you, I want to have a home, I've been wandering for five years, it feels bad to have no roots, you have a home that gives you a letter to you in ten days, I'm too late to envy." Cherish it, Brother Tang. She patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm in my twenties, and I've been wanting more and more of my own life lately. In fact, the life in martial arts is not bad, we practice martial arts and study together, although it is too calm, but it is also an interesting experience. ”

Yang Congyi didn't know what was wrong with Tang Xun recently, it seemed that he was too sentimental compared to before. However, he still replied: "It's too busy to join Hui Yi Duzao this year, wait until you go back next year to rest for a while, and when you are free, you won't have so many ideas." ”

Tang Xun shook his head and didn't answer, paused for a while and said, "Brother Yang, it seems that we haven't talked like this for a long time." It's really boring to be on a big ship, and you can't find anyone to talk to. ”

Yang Congyi said with a smile: "After leaving the martial arts, we will have less time to meet. Jiang Kai and Shen Jin are not on a big boat, they are both young people, can they still talk? ”

Tang Xun said: "They, Jiang Kai is either reading or settling accounts, Shen Jin is either reading, or fiddling with some strange things with craftsmen, and he has nothing to talk to them." I didn't want to die of boredom at sea, so I came to you, and as a result, you either meditated or practiced swords, just like boring. ”

Yang Congyi laughed and said: "Young people, you should cherish your time, how can you waste it easily." Come, Brother Tang accompanied me to practice swordsmanship, I studied with Zhang Daochang for a few months, but I didn't have a suitable opponent, and I always felt that I was learning very slowly. As he spoke, he got up and went back to the cabin to get the sword, regardless of whether Tang Xun wanted to or not.

A moment later, a piece of open space came out of the deck, Yang Congyi and Tang Xun each held a sword, and you came and went in the field, competing with each other, and learned dozens of moves in a row, but there was no victory.

However, the swordsmanship of the two people, who is higher and who is lower, even the onlookers can see that after all, the time to practice swords is too short, if it weren't for Tang Xun wanting to save some face for Yang Congyi, his swordsmanship that he has not yet practiced will be difficult to defeat the three moves.

After a few more moves, Tang Xun flicked his wrist, pushed away Yang Congyi's stabbing sword momentum, slid forward, and pointed a sword at his shoulder socket.

Tang Xun put away his sword and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, I have conceded." ”

Yang Congyi grabbed a few sword flowers and said loudly: "Don't come to this set, you are not allowed to let me take out your true power this time." After saying that, a sword stabbed over.

Tang Xun hurriedly raised his sword and swung away, swinging his sword to fight back.

After three moves, Yang Congyi was locked by Tang Xun's sword.

There was silence on the deck, only the sound of the waves below the ship could be heard, and the scene was very awkward for a while.

Yang Congyi put away his sword and couldn't help laughing: "The time to practice the sword is too short, I'd better practice it myself." ”

Tang Xun put away his sword and said: "Brother Yang, your marksmanship is so powerful, how to change your sword, I have practiced swords for ten years, and that's it, if you use a gun, I guess I won't even be able to catch your three moves." ”

Yang Congyi turned his head and saw that the sergeants seemed to be laughing secretly, and immediately said: "What's so good about practicing a sword, if you don't go to eat yet, it's going to be dark." ”

As soon as the sergeants heard this, they quickly turned around and went back to the cabin, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one on deck.

"Brother Yang, this day doesn't seem right, the sun has just set, and it has darkened so quickly." Tang Xun looked at the sky.

Yang Congyi looked up, and there were clouds in the sky, and it was estimated that it would rain.

It's not a good thing to rain during the summer monsoon, but when it does, it's heavy rain.

There have been a few rains these days, but fortunately, the wind and waves are not too strong, as long as the sails are lowered, the boat can sail safely.

Each boat has a tool to test the strength and direction of the wind, so that the sail can be lowered and turned at any time according to the strength of the wind. Since going to sea, there has been almost no windy weather, and lowering the half-sail can ensure the safe navigation of the ship.

It was getting darker and darker, and the sergeant who had been on duty came out of the cabin and asked, "My lord, do you want to lower the sails?" ”

Yang Congyi looked at the strips of cloth tied on the boat, just fluttering slightly to the northeast, the wind was not strong, there was no danger, and said, "Wait first, maybe it's just raining." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew, and the hull of the ship trembled, the deck tilted, and everyone stumbled and almost fell.

Strips of crosswind cloth instantly floated up and were parallel to the sea.

Immediately afterwards, only to hear a "pop", the mainsail turned direction, swaying with the strong wind, and the warship began to shake from side to side.

"Lowering the sails!" Yang Congyi shouted in an instant.

The sergeants were not far from the mast, but the wind swayed and the mast was close in sight, but they could not approach it immediately. It took them a few breaths before they got used to the sudden shaking of the ship, came to the mast, and hurriedly untied the sail rope, and pulled hard, but the sail rope did not move.

"My lord, the rope is wrapped around the mast!" With the shaking warship, the sergeant under the mast shouted anxiously.

"Go up and untie it!" Yang Congyi held on to the deck, lowered his center of gravity, and slowly walked towards the cabin.

The wind was a bit stronger than expected, and the hull was tilted so badly that it was easy to slip into the sea without holding anything on the deck. Yang Congyi turned his head to see that Tang Xun was behind him, and he was also slowly walking towards the cabin.

After a distance of more than two feet, it seemed that they had spent a long time, and finally arrived at the door of the cabin, grabbed the handrail next to the hatch, and felt at ease.

"It's windy, you go to the cabin first." Yang Congyi looked at several anxious sergeants under the mast and let Tang Xun in.

Tang Xun raised his legs to enter the cabin, but he was only in the hatch.

The strong wind continued, and the hull of the ship shook more violently, Yang Congyi was anxious, and the sergeant in charge of lowering the sail was even more anxious.

The sergeant climbed up the mast and pulled the rope that was entangled, but the rope was so entangled in the mast that it could not be pulled at all.

If the sails do not come down, it will not be long before the ship will be overturned by a strong wind, and there are hundreds of brothers on board, whose lives are in their own hands, on this rope, and they have to pull it for anything!

I saw that the sergeant let go of his stable left hand, grasped the entangled rope with both hands, kicked the mast with both feet, and puffed up his cheeks, trying to pull the rope apart. But the rope was only a few inches away from the mast, and it did not rise or fall for half a minute.

The sergeant did not dare to give up, and again and again he moved his feet upwards, again and again with all his might, and in a moment his legs were at right angles to the mast, and he was standing directly on the mast!

He used all the strength of his body for the last time, his legs straightened, he held his breath, pulled up the rope desperately, struggled for a whole breath, tears broke out of the corners of his eyes, and his palms began to drip blood, just when he was about to suffocate, he only heard a "bang", and the rope he was desperately pulling broke off!

The rope is broken, and the sail can be lowered.

The sergeant, who had no strength, fell from the mast, turned to look at his brothers on deck, and smiled happily.

As a result, when the strong wind blew, he did not fall on the deck, but fell straight into the sea.

Yang Congyi and the sergeants, who had seen all this with their own eyes, were just about to cheer, and their faces suddenly turned extremely ugly.

But what was worse was that before they had time to be sad, they found that the sail had not been lowered at all, and it was still entangled, and they did not know how many times it had been entangled.

The sails whirled and the ship swayed, as if it was about to capsize in an instant!

Without waiting for Yang Congyi's command, a sergeant under the mast pulled out a dagger from a person's waist and put it in his mouth, climbed the mast with his hands and feet, climbed behind the sail, held the mast with one hand, and picked up the dagger with the other to cut the entangled rope.

Who knew that he had just cut a few times, and the sail turned, knocking him directly off the mast, and falling into the sea with the strong wind.

Seeing this, the two remaining sergeants under the mast did not think much about it at all, and one took the saber and hung it on his waist, and used his hands and feet at the same time, and quickly climbed towards the sail, but he had just climbed halfway, and as soon as the sail turned, he shot him down directly, and fell to the side of the boat, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed the side of the ship, he was about to climb onto the ship, when the hull of the ship shook suddenly, and leaned a lot towards him, and the hand that grabbed the side of the ship suddenly slipped and fell into the sea.

The strong wind did not stop, the sails turned at will, the warship shook very badly, tilting more than 30 degrees from side to side, and if the sails did not come down, the warship would capsize in an instant, and the ship would be destroyed and killed.

In a moment, the three of them fell into the sea, the sail hung on the mast, and there was no sign of descending, Yang Congyi was very anxious at this time.

Knock down the mast? Cut down the mast? It simply won't work in a short period of time.

If the main sail does not come down, the ship under its feet will really be finished!

Seeing that the last sergeant on the deck who was responsible for lifting the sails was about to go up the mast again, Yang Congyi shouted: "I'm coming!" Before he could finish speaking, he kicked the hatch and sped towards the mast.