Looking at Lei Wuji, who was wet, Yang Ming smiled and said, "Yo, Lei Wuji, you weren't full of confidence just now, why are you a soup chicken now."

Lei Wuji drooped his shoulders and said weakly, "Brother Luo, don't laugh at me, who knows how powerful Senior Brother is."

"You didn't bring it on." Sikong Qianluo said angrily, "If you honestly fight with Senior Brother, you will be beaten into the sea."

Sikong Qianluo was hesitant about Lei Wuji's use of the Burning Technique, and took this opportunity to speak.

Lei Wuji scratched his head: "Senior sister, I know it's wrong."

"Hmph." Sikong Qianluo didn't buy it at all, snorted coldly, and walked towards the cabin.

Seeing this, Mu Chunfeng smiled helplessly: "Miss Qianluo is really worried about Brother Xiao."

Sikong Qianluo hurriedly walked away, just to see Xiao Se, Mu Chunfeng was not Lei Wuji, he could naturally see the reason.

Yang Ming smiled slightly: "You can also see it?"

"Yes." Mu Chunfeng nodded: "Fortunately, Mu Mou didn't boast about Haikou before, and it is already the limit to be able to extend Brother Xiao's life for a month." Otherwise, I won't be able to purify my ears."

"Almost." Yang Ming knew that he was a fool of nature, if Mu Chunfeng said that he couldn't do it, she was afraid that she would not make a fuss, the name of the big devil of Snow Moon City was not called in vain.

"You talk, I'll go back and rest for a while." Twilight Ink stretched.

Yang Ming nodded: "Okay, you go, remember to come out for lunch at the party."

"Okay."

In response, Twilight Yumo walked quickly into the cabin.

"By the way, Mr. Taunt, can you see your knife?" Mu Chunfeng has always felt that Yang Ming's knife is familiar, but he has never had a chance to find Yang Ming to take a look.

Yang Ming glanced at Mu Chunfeng and wondered, "Is there anything wrong with my knife?"

Mu Chunfeng said: "Mr. Xiluo's knife, Mu seems to have seen it in an ancient book, as for whether it is or not, Mu is not clear."

"Okay."

Yang Ming handed over the knife, he had only heard Yan Xiluo say about the knife before, and he only said a word, and he didn't know the specific origin. Yang Ming had rummaged through ancient books before, and there was only one book that recorded it, but it only mentioned that Moli Dao was the second best among the world's famous swords, and there was no other information at all.

Now that Mu Chunfeng said that he knew roughly about the knife, Yang Ming happily handed the knife to him; The reason is the same, he himself wants to know about Mo Lidao.

Mu Chunfeng took the knife and slowly pulled it out of its scabbard, and his right hand touched the knife.

"The embroidered patterns on the knife are so lifelike." Mu Chunfeng admired.

Then he aimed at the blade and blew a breath. There was a slight dragon groan in the air.

"The wind blows through the blade, and there is a dragon's groan." Mu Chunfeng said happily: "Mr. Xi Luo, it's confirmed, this is Moli Dao."

Hearing this, Yang Ming rolled his eyes: "Yes, listen to your words, waste a minute." After doing it for a long time, Mu Chunfeng said something useless here.

"No, no, no." Mu Chunfeng knew that Yang Ming had misunderstood, and he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Xi Luo, it's like this, this knife once had a handle that was an imitation, and the two were almost the same in appearance, but the blade of the imitation didn't make a dragon groan when it broke through the wind."

"Imitation?" Yang Ming was puzzled: "If it's an imitation, I'll know it as soon as I use it."

"Nope." Mu Chunfeng said: "The imitation of this knife can also enter the list of famous knives in the world."

Yang Ming was taken aback: "The imitation can still enter that knife caster's brain, with this strength, still want to cast the imitation?"

Mu Chunfeng withdrew the knife from its scabbard and handed it to Yang Ming.

"This has to start with the origin of the Mo Li Knife."

"I want to hear about it." Yang Ming smiled slightly, and then sat aside, intending to listen to what Mu Chunfeng had to say.

Mu Chunfeng nodded and said, "This knife was brought back from the deep sea by a navigator hundreds of years ago. At that time, he took a group of followers and left Nanyang from the north

The port departed and continued to travel southeast. When the boat came to a sunny sea, there was no wind at all, but fortunately the man's boat was a big boat with oars, and hundreds of people paddled at the same time, so they left the sea."

"They paddled like this for half a year, and according to maritime records, some of the crew members had symptoms of ulcerated skin and black blood while paddling in that area, and the ship was in turmoil for a while. Fortunately, that man had enough strength to suppress the *** of the crew, until..."

Yang Ming continued, "It wasn't until they discovered an island and ate the wild fruits on the island that the crew's condition improved?"

Yang Ming complained in his heart: Isn't this a text from Lanxing when he was in elementary school, people lack vitamin C, isn't this symptom a symptom?

"How does Mr. Taunt know?" Mu Chunfeng glanced at Yang Ming in surprise, "Could it be that Mr. Xi Luo has also been out to the far sea?"

Yang Ming shook his head, "I haven't been out to the far sea, but I know that if they go all the way south, at noon, the sun will appear in the direction of due north, not the south as we are familiar with."

"You know that, too?" Mu Chunfeng opened his mouth wide, but he didn't know what to say.

Yang Ming patted him on the shoulder: "This is from the book. People have a limited amount of time in their lives, and it is impossible to travel all the rivers, lakes and seas, so naturally they need to get what they want to know from books."

"Yes." Mu Chunfeng didn't choose to ask more, but continued: "What Mr. Xi Luo said, there is indeed a record in the maritime affairs. After resting on that island, the leader seemed to know that the wild fruit could alleviate the strange disease, and on the rest of the voyage, they would come forward to replenish each island they encountered. There is also a fruit recorded in the maritime world, which seems to be unique only to that sea. It is recorded that the fruit has a thick layer of skin with a greenish skin, and when cut open, it has a milky white flesh and cloudy juice. It tastes great."

"Coconut!" Hearing Mu Chunfeng's description, Yang Ming quickly knew what it was, and he continued, "This thing is not unique to islands, some places that don't snow all year round also have coconuts. If you go all the way south, you can see coconut trees."

"That's right." Mu Chunfeng was already surprised by what Yang Ming knew, and after a pause, he continued, "After that, they chose to go all the way south. For half a year, it was calm, but the weather became colder and colder, and the length of the nights gradually became longer, until one day, there was no more daylight."

"Did they find a continent covered in ice and snow?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

"Exactly." Mu Chunfeng smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xi Luo is really well-informed, Mu really admires."

Yang Ming waved his hand: "If you want to hear it, I can tell you, I know a lot about the sea."

"It's okay, Mu Mou listens." Mu Chunfeng agreed with a face full of promises, but his words were not finished yet, now was not the time to listen to Yang Ming, he said:

"However, Mr. still let Mu finish first."

"Hmm!" Yang Ming nodded. He seemed to feel that this person was faintly swimming around this land, but who this person was, Yang Ming wanted to know.