The blue sky is like a wash, the sky is cloudless, and the afternoon sun is reflected on the sea, showing a real scene of water and sky, if someone sees such a scene for the amazing poet to see, I don't know how many wonderful chapters will be born in the pen.

But it is a pity that there are no poets here, and even a few people are not even a few people, only a few small fishing boats scattered here and there, taking advantage of the fact that the sun has not yet set, catch a few more fish in the nearby seas, and return home with a lot of harvest.

Such a scene is really meaningless for the fishermen, whose faces are always fixed on the surface of the sea, waiting for the fish in the sea to catch or pass by, and then collect them into their nets in one fell swoop.

The ocean is a part of the biosphere, since there are living things, there must be a hierarchy, as the saying goes, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, this is the law of nature. The world of man is no different, fishermen make a living by preying on sea fish, and some people take fishermen as their prey.

On an unknown island, a group of people crept among the low grass.

With a swarthy face, a fierce gaze like a falcon, the bun on his head was tied up in a mess, and the tattered strips of cloth on his body could not cover the exposed muscles at all, looking savage and full of strength.

Kusama Yayoi wiped the sweat on his face, the sun on the sea is really hot, although he has lived here for many years, he still hasn't adapted, but the predators at sea don't care about this little thing, looking at the few small boats that are getting closer and closer to the island, Kusama's eyes are getting more and more earnest, "Today's luck is good, this is the third batch of prey." ”

Those fishermen, who prefer to call it prey, are the sustenance they have for survival.

"Don't make a noise later, let them get close to the island first, and then catch them all!" Kusama whispered to the people behind her.

"Hey!" The man behind him replied in a deep voice. At this time, the fishermen who were fishing at sea did not know that they had been targeted, and they were still lamenting that they had a good harvest today. When the fishermen got closer, Kusama gave an order, "Take them down!" ”

And so, while the fishermen were still in the midst of joy, a group of creatures in rags, like savages, burst out, their skin dark, their faces blue and purple, and their bare feet through the sand lined with shellstones, but they were fearless and savage.

But their gaze made it clear to the fishermen that they were not the natives without wisdom on this trail, because their eyes were full of infinite greed, and their hands were blood-thirsty weapons.

They moved so fast that the fishermen had not even had time to react before they had bared their teeth.

At this time, the fishermen reacted, and their eyes became extremely frightened, "Wa...... Wakako! "But nothing will help at this point.

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

A few screams.

The blood spilled in the sea and disappeared in an instant, the sea was still so peaceful, and the afternoon sun was still warm, as if nothing had happened.

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"Hey, old man, didn't you say that there are pirates in the waters around here? Why have we all been on the boat for so many days, and we still haven't seen a ghost? Mo Qian asked strangely, unable to hide the disappointment in his words.

Mo Qian really couldn't sit still, if in his previous life, going to sea would be a fashionable thing, if he could catch up with the sea and the sky or something, Mo Qian could say that he was an insider.

But here, that can really drive people crazy, Mo Qian summed it up, that's because others go to sea around them are bikini models, and the bare-chested old men around him now have no interest in the eyes. Mahjong is a good pastime, but Mo Qian, who is not very familiar with mahjong, was the first to get bored of him as the "founder" after handing over the rules to everyone.

On the contrary, on the other side, those rich boys, after coming to themselves to ask for mahjong, went back to play hotly, and they were very happy. The same goes for the people on the side of the cargo ship.

In this way, only Mo Qian was left as an idler.

Cang Likong twitched the corners of his mouth, is this Qian Gongzi crazy? But come to think of it, this kind of character like Wenqu Xing, no matter where he is, he is protected as a treasure, and it is normal to not know how terrible the Dongying pirates are.

So Cang Likong said to Mo Qian very carefully: "Young Master Qian, the Japanese are active in this area, but the sea is so big, maybe they are cooking when we pass by, and they happen to be resting day and night?" Besides, it's not a good thing to run into the Japanese pirates, and those Japanese pirates are fierce! To meet is to kill. ”

"When you say that, I'd like to see it even more."

Mo Qian's eyes shone with curiosity, Mo Qian was not interested in those Dongying people at all, he had heard the people on the ship say that the appearance of the Dongying people in this era was not like that in his previous life.

Dongying girl, who captured countless otaku in her previous life, has to paint her face as white as a ghost here, and it is estimated that there are two catties of powder on her face, and I heard that the more noble ones have to apply molten iron to their teeth to make it look black, this is a nobleman, and Mo Qian can't accept it.

What Mo Qian really cares about is the Dongying knife and the forging process of the Dongying knife. It's hard to say the character of the Dongying people, but the forged knives are commendable.

The world's three famous knives, Damascus flat pattern blade, Malay Clux blade and Dongying's dark light pattern blade, which is commonly known as Dongying knife, can be ranked among them, and it is by no means simple.

In this world, Dongying Dao originally had a deep relationship with Daqi, and it can even be said to be inherited from Daqi.

But Daqi has hundreds of years of stability, the sword soldiers are gradually sealed, with the loss of time, many of the production of the process is lost, Daqi knife has also embarked on the pursuit of cheap and simple technology easy to large-scale equipment route, to recent years when the Japanese are rampant, Daqi equipment cheap one-handed waist knife has no way to compete with the Dongying knife, and even a face is directly cut off.

Mo Qian wants to gain a foothold in Yangcheng, this coastal land, it is bound to face the Japanese Kou, if he can get the forging technique of the Dongying Knife, it will definitely play a great role.

"There are so many things on this ship, and the Japanese cowards actually chose this time as their rest day, it is really not professional!" Mo Qian said angrily.

Cang Likong: "......" is so tired that he can't communicate.

"Hey, what do you think that's that?" Mo Qian casually pointed to the place not far ahead.

"Aren't that a couple of fishing boats? The people on it were all fishermen, and I thought they were would, which scared me. Cang Likong breathed a sigh of relief, but when you looked at those fishing boats again, something seemed wrong?