In his familiar bed, Xia Nuo fell asleep quickly, and woke up in a blink of an eye, more than three hours later.

Much better, he returned to the deck, looked around, and found that the landscape outside the coated bubbles was becoming more and more luminous, and many huge sea beasts that had been difficult to see before were frequent, and the Tempest had to slow down and carefully pass through them, looking extremely dangerous.

"Where are you going?" Xia Nuo came to the cockpit and asked the helmsman who was at the helm inside, "How far is it from Fish-Man Island?" ”

Fish-Man Island is located 10,000 meters below the Chambord Islands, and is a necessary place to reach the New World, and the Wind Pirates are no exception, so they need to stay there for a while.

This is common knowledge known to the pirates who have navigated the Great Voyage, and in addition, the crew of the Storm Pirates have long known that although Fish-Man Island occupies a large area, there is only one entrance to enter.

Designed for safety and order, the island is 10,000 meters below the seabed, surrounded by a huge double-layered semi-circular bubble wrap with an air layer in between.

If a ship that has been coated on the Chambord Islands follows an incorrect path into Fish-Man Island, the coating will automatically peel off and merge with the island's shield, and some ships will fall to the ground in the middle layer of air. Even if they managed to force their way through the shield, the invading ship would be swept away by the sea water inside the shield.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the pirates are, unless they have the ability to fly the entire pirate ship in the air, they can only enter through the only entrance according to the rules of Fish-Man Island.

"Report to the captain, it's about nine thousand meters below the sea now!" The helmsman in charge of the shift was an experienced old sailor, and when he heard this, he immediately replied loudly: "If nothing else, it will take about an hour or so to sail to reach the entrance of Fish-Man Island!" ”

"Good, keep it up."

Xia Nuo nodded, returned to the bow of the boat, squinted his eyes and looked extremely downward, trying to see the outline of Fish-Man Island, but unfortunately the visibility in the deep sea was too low, and he struggled to find the old man for a long time, but he couldn't get his wish.

But Dabai, the stupid shark, was swimming happily behind the butt of the boat, but suddenly saw Xia Nuo like this, and thought he was looking for himself, so he hurriedly swam to the master's field of vision, but he didn't get Xia Nuo's help, and he whimpered aggrievedly and returned to the stern of the boat in frustration.

And Xia Nuo, who was tired of watching the deep sea scenery and felt a little bored, didn't notice this scene at all, he thought about it, and felt that there was no need to exercise if there was only one hour left, so he simply returned to his room and took out his shakuhachi from the backpack bar.

The whole body is light yellow, shaped like jade bamboo, the corners are rounded, there are five holes in the carving, and it is about one foot eight inches long. After so many years, the appearance of shakuhachi has not changed at all.

Xia Nuo couldn't help but scratch his hair, speaking of which, he had been getting this Yasuo's instrument for seven or eight years, but except for the beginning of the random trial, he really hadn't studied much, and almost all of the spare time was used by him to practice and practice.

Now located in the 10,000-meter deep sea, he has a rare trace of interest, people, it should always be a hobby.

Taking out the "Shakuhachi's Playing Experience" that he had opened in Yasuo's Silver Chest last time, Xia Nuo unfolded it and began to read it carefully.

Overall, the length is not much, only about two or three thousand words, but the content is simple and simple, from the basic skills to the depth of the artistic conception comprehension, it is quite thorough.

After Xia Nuo pondered for a while, he picked up the shakuhachi, and according to the experience mentioned, the first knuckle line of the middle finger in the lower hand position was aligned with the middle line of the finger hole, and the thumb was gently pressed up, and the song mouth was flattened, and slowly came to the mouth.

Woohoo!

The piercing and terrible sound exploded instantly, shocking Xia Nuo, who was close at hand, a spirit, almost didn't throw out the shakuhachi in his hand, he quickly settled down, adjusted the way he blew air, and started again.

The timbre of the second time was much better, and Xia Nuo seemed to have found a rhythm to adapt to, blowing all the tones in one go, and after half an hour, after continuous practice, he was even able to play a few simple introductory scores according to the experience given in his experience.

This made Xia no a little proud, he felt that he still had a little musical talent, and as soon as his mind swelled, he simply pushed the door out of the cabin, jumped up to the top of the mast, overlooked the deck below, and the surrounding deep sea, and began to play again in a comfortable mood.

Pity...... It soon turned out that he was feeling too good about himself after all, and at the moment when the shakuhachi sound sounded again, all the crew members on deck subconsciously shuddered, quickly covered their ears, and looked up in horror.

Oh my god, what the hell is this sound of?

How can it be so hard to hear this level!

At this moment, almost all the crew members seemed to hear the wails of resentful spirits from hell, and their eardrums were constantly pounded by the terrible tone, and even made people feel the urge to jump ship.

But the captain of the ship...... It doesn't seem to be the slightest bit forced to count the sound of the flute that he blows, and even looks like that, it seems that he is quite drunk, what is going on?

"Bear with me."

Looking at the entrance to Fish-Man Island that was already clearly visible below, Rump took a deep breath and said his heart on behalf of the crew with a heavy face, "At most, a few more minutes, when we enter Fish-Man Island and go ashore, everything will be fine." ”

After everyone looked at each other, they could only reluctantly accept this reality, nodded resolutely, and each took their positions, trying to speed up the wind and enter Fish-Man Island as soon as possible.

So, for the next period of time, the Windwind rushed towards Fish-Man Island at the highest speed it had never seen in these hours, and as the distance narrowed, the bitter shakuhachi sound gradually spread near the entrance of Fish-Man Island.

The hundreds of ships waiting in line at the entrance heard the terrible music at the same time, and most of them reacted in a similar way to the crew of the Storm Pirates. Almost subconsciously, he covered his ears.

In addition, there was no shortage of pirate groups in the queue who had conquered all the way from the first half of the Great Voyage, who had a high opinion of themselves on weekdays, and who endured this noise pollution there, and immediately two pirate captains who were annoyed, commanding their ships to climb altitude, turned around and rushed towards the Tempest, wanting to teach the unsightly bastard above a lesson.