Chapter Forty-Eight: Sail to Sea

Qingtong's words aroused Chunzhu's sorrow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Baisheng didn't think so, he smiled and said: "This is not worrying, the tide changes with the seasons, now to the south, next spring, it will be north." When the time comes, we will tie up a big wooden raft, hang a huge sail, and go up with the wind, and in less than a month, we will be able to go back. ”

Qingtong became excited: "Really, you don't lie to me?"

"Of course it's true. Mo Baisheng said confidently: "Before I snatched the Blue Spirit Sword, I was planning where to go after I grabbed it. ”

He said proudly: "Later, it was decided that the only way to stay out of the land and hide in the sea was the long-term solution." So, I did research on the tides of the sea. ”

He smiled: "If you don't come to the island, what if you can't go back in the future?"

"Cunning and cunning. Kiyoki smiled wickedly.

"No, it's called scheming and planning ahead. Chunzhu smiled happily.

"I'm out of necessity. Mo Baisheng also smiled.

"Whatever you say, it won't be long before I see the roe deer again. "On land, the only thing that can make Qingtong worry is the red-haired roe deer.

"It's not winter yet, if you want to see the roe deer, it will take at least half a year, what are you happy about?" Chunzhu smiled and patted Qingtong with a big basin of cold water.

Qingtong was slightly stunned, and then smiled again: "What's the matter? ”

He suddenly jumped and ran away, and his voice came from the gentle breeze: "Master, you pass on Lao Mo's "Immortal Emperor's Codex", I'll go get some turtle eggs and bake them for you to eat." ”

Since then, Qingtong has been cooking for Chunzhu and Mo Baisheng every day. After Chunzhu passed the secret book of the "Codex of the Immortal Emperor" to Mo Baisheng, later, in addition to his and Mo Baisheng's practice, he cut down trees on the island and collected the bark of mountain vines.

The large trees that have been cut down are tied side by side with mountain vines and tied into wooden rows. The wooden raft didn't last a month, and they were ready. The idea of using the soft inner layer of bark for sails was originally planned to run into trouble.

To be used to make canvas, the soft inner layer of the bark will become brittle when exposed to the scorching sun, not to mention the storm, even if you touch it lightly with your hands, it will become powder, and it is simply wishful thinking to use it to make canvas.

Chunzhu and Mo Baisheng pondered, but they didn't pay attention. One day, after the two of them finished practicing, they were worried, and Qingtong's voice came from outside the cave: "Master, master, come quickly, come quickly." ”

"What's going on? "I haven't been able to think of a way to make canvas, and Chunzhu has been a little upset lately.

"Come with me, come with me. Qingtong shouted excitedly.

"What?" Mo Baisheng followed Chunzhu out of the cave, a little curious.

"Don't ask, don't ask, come with me, come with me. Qingtong was excited and anxious, and flew to the beach.

Chunzhu and Mo Baisheng followed Qingtong to the beach in a daze. They were stunned by a big fish in front of them.

The fish, thirty or forty zhang long and more than ten zhang high, was stranded on the beach, shaking its huge tail and trying to escape back into the sea.

"It's a whale, it's a whale. Chunzhu shouted, he had seen this thing in his previous life: "Old Mo, give me a sword, we have dry food on the road, and materials for making sails." ”

Mo Baisheng felt Chunzhu's position, pulled out the Flame Slash from his back, threw it to Chunzhu, and held the Blue Spirit Sword himself, and Chunzhu left and right, both pounced on the stranded whale.

In the following days, they dried the skins of the whales and made them into sails. He also pickled whale meat and refined whale oil. Soak the vines in whale oil and re-tie the rafts, as the vines soaked in oil are stronger.

After a long wait, the tide finally changed direction and the south wind came.

On a breezy evening, Chunzhu, Mo Baisheng and Qingtong gathered outside the cave to look at Beidou from afar.

"Old Man Mo, it's time for us to get out of here. Chunzhu said excitedly.

"It's time to leave. Mo Baisheng nodded.

"Old Mo, the head of the family and I are back on the land, and we want to go back to the Zhongling Mountain Imperial Immortal Palace, what are you going to do?" Qingtong jumped up and down excitedly.

"Me. Mo Baichang sighed: "I have to find a way to find my granddaughter Mo Chou first, and go back to Mobei to meet Xianshan." Assist Mo Chou to revitalize the Yuxian Sect. ”

"Good. Chunzhu immediately decided: "Tomorrow we will sail home." ”

"If you really want to leave here, you really can't bear it. Qingtong said nostalgically: "I can't see so many turtles anymore." ”

Early the next morning, Chunzhu and Mo Baisheng packed up the food and fresh water on the road, and together pushed the wooden raft into the sea, sailed through the waves, and set off with the tide.

In the second half of the night, the wind blew, although it was not very strong. But there were also monstrous waves, and Mo Baisheng was very nervous, beckoning Chunzhu to lower the sails and take charge of the rudder of the wooden row.

When the spring bamboo waves are coming, they must face the waves, otherwise, the wooden raft will be broken by the waves.

When the wind stopped at dawn, the waves did not change at all, and they continued to crash against the wooden rafts one after the other.

"Are we all right?" asked Kiyoki worriedly.

"What are you afraid of, is it useful to be afraid?" Chunzhu was not afraid of color, and smiled: "If you are afraid, you will live, and if you are not afraid, you will have to die?"

Mo Baisheng was secretly ashamed, he was over half a hundred years old, and he was conceited and courageous, but when it came to life and death, he was not as good as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child.

Thinking of this, he laughed and said: "Yes, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, as long as the heart is open-minded, there is nothing to be afraid of in the world." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought again: "Is my heart really open-minded? I used to be, I used to be--" and then thought again: "All the previous ones are gone, as long as I am open-minded in the future." ”

Thinking of this, he was relieved, and no longer wondered if he was a fake hero before, let alone whether he could become a real hero in the future. Calm down and sense the change of tides.

The wooden raft drifted on the sea for more than ten days, and encountered a heavy rain, there was no place to shelter from the rain on the wooden raft, Chunzhu and Mo Baisheng could only become soup chickens in the heavy rain.

But after a while, the sun was blazing, and the skin was cracked, which made people miserable.

If it weren't for Chunzhu's presence, Mo Baisheng would definitely forget that what he thought a few days ago would have been pointing at the sky and scolding, what a ghost, a thief.

"Look, look. The little ghost head Qingtong leaned on the top of the mast and shouted: "Boat, there is a boat." ”

As far as the eye could see, there was really a boat in the distance, and it was still a big boat.

"We are saved. Chunzhu's voice trembled a little excitedly.

"Quick, hoist the sails, take the helm, catch up. Mo Baisheng commanded nervously.

The distance between the big boat and the wooden raft is getting closer and closer, but Chunzhu feels more and more wrong.

"What's wrong?" Mo Baisheng also sensed that something was wrong.