Saying that, the Feiyun chariot had just set sail, and Xiao Feng threw himself into refining the elixir to assist cultivation for everyone, and then he began to close his eyes and settle down.

After cultivating for two days, he began to refine the Hui Qi Pill again, after all, the road ahead was long and unknown, and the Feiyun Chariot relied on manpower to move forward, so it was natural to prepare some pills.

Just as the Flying Cloud Chariot was sailing in the ocean, there was a dock shore many miles away.

The downpour of rain drifted in all directions with lightning and thunder, and black clouds rolled in the air.

In the midst of the rainstorm, a woman of about thirty stood in a pavilion on the shore, her face full of melancholy.

Behind the woman, there stood a servant girl of about sixteen or seventeen, with her hair on the coil and her face thin, looking at the woman in front of her with concern.

Five feet behind the pavilion, more than a hundred samurai in armor stood like stones, letting the wind and rain blow on their faces, and not one of them shook half a step.

Besides, the woman's makeup is luxurious, green silk reaches to the waist, and her face is fair, as warm and lovely as a white hosta on her head. A white dress is draped over a black robe.

Looking up at the countless ships docked on the dock and the raindrops falling on the sea, the melancholy on her face became even stronger.

For a while, her beautiful eyes flowed, looking straight into the distant ocean.

At this time, a gust of sea breeze blew along with the coolness of the rain, lifting the strands of hair, as if to blow the tears from her eyes.

I saw the servant girl slowly stepped forward and whispered: "Madam, the wind is blowing, your body is important, go back!"

But the woman didn't answer, and only after a long time did she speak: "Xiaoli, how many days have passed?"

"Madame, you ask once a day, and the slave and maid can remember it for you. Today is the 103rd day!"

"One hundred and three... One hundred and three..."

"But how do I feel like a hundred years have passed!"

For a moment, the woman's eyes flickered and became even more melancholy.

"Slaves and maids often hear that if you miss someone all the time, even if you haven't seen someone for a day, it's like a long, long time!"

"Madame has a deep affection for the lord of the country, as people say!"

The servant girl scratched her head, forgetting for a moment what to say.

Hearing this, the lady couldn't help but smile, and she was even more charming.

"You stupid girl, that's like not seeing you for a day!"

"Or Mrs. is learned, that's it!"

"Madam, you are not in good health, don't worry too much! besides, it is not a way to wait here every day!"

"Besides, the lord of the country is protected by a large army, and there are more immortals who are Bai Yu to protect him, and he will be fine. ”

This one shook his head: "You don't know, the depths of the ocean are mysterious and unpredictable, how can you not worry!"

"Madam, did you say that the lord of the country could really catch that spirit beast by venturing to sea this time?"

The lady couldn't help but sigh: "It's all because I'm not in good health, otherwise the lord of the country wouldn't have taken such a big risk!"

"Sometimes, I really want to do it, so that he doesn't care so much!"

The maidservant was a little sad and said, "Madame, don't think so, you will definitely be fine!"

"How can it be so easy, Master Bai has said that I only have one year to live. Even he can't do anything, what hope is there!"

"But didn't Master Bai also say it, the spirit beast's Inner Dan can prolong Madame's life! Madame, don't worry, the lord of the country will definitely catch it!"

"Alas, the spirit beast is also a life, and it depends on the will of heaven!"

"Come back, Xiaoli, I think I can't wait for the lord of the country today!"

"Commander Liu, go back!"

As Xiaoli shouted behind her, all of a sudden, a man of about forty immediately rushed out of the team.

He immediately took out a large white umbrella in his right hand and came to the pavilion, while the woman hid in the umbrella with Xiaoli's support and slowly walked into the deep street behind.

Behind him, only the words "Wind and Rain Pavilion" were left, drenched in the wind and rain.

Just as the woman left the Wind and Rain Pavilion, dark clouds rolled in the vast sea, thunder and heavy rain fell in all directions, and the waves were rolling and roaring in all directions.

In the rolling waves, I saw dozens of sailboats floating around in the waves like maple leaves, swaying by the waves, and it seemed that they might capsize in the waves at any time.

Looking at these ships, the smallest one is one zhang high, and the largest is only more than three zhang high, and the length is more than ten zhang.

Each ship was carrying a different number of samurai, all in black armor, some of whom were climbing the mast and trying to lower the sails on it, some of them were three or four of them clinging to the rudder, and some of them were knocked to the ground and vomited bitter water.

Even though many people were screaming to the fullest, the sound of the huge waves had long since drowned out their noisy shouts.

Suddenly, a huge wave was seen, and two smaller ships collided in an instant.

"Click!"

With a loud bang, the two ships broke one after another, and some of the people on board were knocked out by the huge impact force and fell under the waves, while others were directly hit into a blur of flesh and blood.

Suddenly, the people on the boat panicked.

However, in the merciless waves, how could the broken ship resist, and the two ships were instantly submerged in the sea.

For a while, in the rolling waves, there were samurai who fluttered everywhere and shouted for help.

About ten zhang in front of the two sunken ships, dozens of black-robed men and swords stood on the largest of the ships.

I saw them standing firmly on the deck, all of them with their spiritual power released, and it was obvious that they were all cultivators.

Others flew to the mast and cut off the sails, two of whom were rigidly holding on to the rudder, following the rocking of the ship and following the waves to adjust their direction.

Dozens of other small boats could only barely follow the big ship in the wind and rain.

In the cabin of the big ship, everything was surprisingly calm.

The decoration here is very ornate, with precious mahogany tables and chairs neatly arranged, and yellow curtains on all sides, it is actually a small palace, and the incense from the incense burner is slowly drifting away.

At the foot of the stairs, a man in his forties looked like a serious and slender face, and two thick lying eyebrows reflected a somewhat old and handsome face.

His black hair was tied, his beard was gray, and he was full of dignity. Dressed in a golden robe, he sat upright with his eyes full of contemplation.

In front of him, there stood two people wearing dark green robes and carrying long swords.

One was about forty years old, with a crown of hair and a thin face. The other was in his seventies, with a wrinkled face, white hair and a shawl, and a silver-white beard under a broad face.

The two of them released their spiritual power, pressing the rocking ship to death. Judging from the spiritual power it released, the old man was a monk at the peak of the late stage of a spirit person, and the younger person was a late stage of spirit cultivation.

The two of them looked directly at the person sitting on them, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

It was only after standing up and pacing a few steps that the man spoke.