"Jump ship to rob a woman, get on the boat and share the money. People die and birds face the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

We all unarmed our weapons and handed them over to the slaves to clean our collections. Other slaves carried torches to provide artificial light for the sea as the night deepened.

The men were shirtless and wore only shorts. I followed the other sailors in a gruff pirate song as I sawtoothed the Mirage's corpse.

This guy is a flat body, and its length is close to our hundred-zhang hull, but it is only about twenty feet thick. It may not be until a watch day to complete the work of chopping inches into preserves.

But this may be the last time our pirates will fight.

My father announced that we would have a feast on the second watch, and we would drink until sunrise tomorrow.

After the fierce battle, all the brothers and sons had a rare relaxation, and decades of killing and living were coming to an end.

The blood sticks to my toned muscles and shiny, plump skin.

I didn't wash the blood from the mirage during the battle, and I was going to take a good shower after the slaughter.

My mother often taught me the code of conduct of "a gentleman is far away from cooking". In fact, I never cook, I threw everything to Murong Zhi, a girl, to take care of, and my underwear was also washed by her (none of the sages counted women in the definition of "gentleman", according to the Book of Changes, women belong to yin, and they are of the same species as villains. On this point, the sages and us robbers are very much in agreement. ）。

But the slaughter of the Kraken and the Whale Salamander, my father insisted that we men do it, and even the strongest slaves could not interfere.

This work goes beyond the meaning of the kitchen itself, but is a ritual that tests the courage and courage of manhood.

The Kraken or the Whale Salamander are powerful creatures, and the victory of warriors over their flesh and the collective consumption of their flesh suggests that the Terrans have overcome their fear of these desolate species and can also increase the cohesion of the group.

This is quite similar to the ancient Terran kings who led the people to carry out a large-scale hunt for fierce beasts, and then held a banquet for the people who were nothing more than their identity.

The "Ode" in the "Book of Songs" has a depiction of this kind of scene.

- Actually, under my mother's iron ring, I was able to recite all 300 poems of this ancient classic.

But I have decisively and selectively forgotten the Book of Songs.

- This will create a sense of distance between me and other pirates, and make my originally weak image in their hearts more biased towards those scrap wood scholars (the mature body of these waste wood is the dog officer who killed a thousand knives), which is not conducive to establishing my prestige and establishing the image of this young master as a wise and martial artist.

- or roaring "jumping ship to rob women" burning.

"Ah, young master, young lady is here!"

"Haha, when did you give birth to a little young master! Such a bright girl, I haven't heard of you yet?

The sailors suddenly became noisy.

It turned out to be Murong Zhi.

She was climbing the escalator and walking towards me.

She is no longer dressed as a child daughter-in-law, but has changed into the costumes of the Central Plains ladies and festivals: a snail on her head, a brocade dress, and a phoenix tail butterfly on her head (it is coiled out of real hair, I can testify, when I quarreled with me in the afternoon, I was still thinking about pulling her long hair);

I'm fifteen and a half years old now, and she's sixteen and a half years old.

A girl usually matures earlier than a boy, and she is already close to fullness.

However, the traditional women's clothing of the Central Plains does not highlight the delicate lines of the chest and fat-buttocks (except for the palace costumes and the uniforms of prostitutes in Guangling City), and it is not by primitive instinct to release the style, but by another kind of gait and eyebrows of the imperial capital, which only the ladies of the princess family of several generations will. Apparently my mother taught this little slut.

But no matter how beautiful she is, she can't hide the hatred she has for me between Murong Zhi's eyebrows.

In a thousand postures, the female college eighteen-touch, this little slut has no change in his death to my enemy.

"What's there to see. Women, it's the same when the fire is extinguished at night, and it's not the same as the sow. ”

I said out loud that I had to let her hear, and I wanted to irritate her.

(I was no longer ready to be worthy of her brother and sister, for her complaint to my father was so bad that it hurt my heart.) I really don't understand why a child daughter-in-law who helps me wash the sperm spots off my panties every day would do such a thing because of my occasional nasty words. If you want to talk about lewdness, which brother on the ship is not really indecent to their wife?)

Murong Zhi's face was as usual, but I could see that her teeth were clucking, thinking about biting off every piece of my little flesh.

- I don't know how to see through, this is called empathy into feelings, and people at a low level don't understand.

"Young master, you have to make the young lady cry. What a good girl. It is the blessing that the young master cultivated in his previous life. ”

A few idiots began to spontaneously help Murong Zhi.

"There must be a lot of trouble among the children. If you don't make noise, you can't be a husband and wife!"

There are a few more idiots in the mud.

In the eyes of these fathers, it was only a matter of time before Murong Zhi's young lady of the original family was born, and when I had the crown ceremony at the age of twenty, I would be able to carry her to bed.

In fact, not long ago, the stubborn father finally relented and let me get rid of this woman.

The true relationship between Murong Zhi and me was misunderstood by most of the pirates on board, and this misunderstanding came from the fallacies of their historical experience. I don't have the energy to explain my true heart to each person, it will only get darker and darker.

Her father is my father's brother-in-law (readers who have read the previous chapters already know), not only is he very good at guns and sticks, but he is also known through the history of the Ming Dynasty, and his name is Murong Ziling.

After my father was appointed as a cadre by the big boss of Nangong, he took three hundred elites to sack the county town in a hurry.

On death row, he found Murong Ziling, who had been picked with tendons and tendons, and his hands and feet were still on the large and small steel flails.

- Must be a dangerous person.

My father judged it at first sight.

"Why did the dog officer arrest you?"

"Rebellion. ”

"Now that the Taoists of this world are rebelling, there is no shortage of you. ”

"I'm still emperor. ”

"Hahaha. You're sick in the head. "My father was curious.

- In this era, there are countless strong men, either who divide the mountains, or attack the city and claim the king, but after they have scooped up enough land resources, they still leave some face for the emperor Lao'er. After making a formal self-recommendation to the imperial capital, the imperial court will send a posthumous letter of amnesty, and the strong can become generals, festival envoys, and even kings with one word.

But it is still taboo to be called the emperor, no force in the world can overthrow the imperial system independently, once this bottom line is touched, the imperial capital still has enough strength to carry out a crazy counterattack.

Claiming to be the emperor will also give other separatist forces an excuse to attack.

Although the person saved by his father has the strength of the Jindan realm, it is not enough to see in this world.

"I have a great delusion in my breast. This is the curse of my family from generation to generation from my ancestors until death. ”

"And what's your country name?"

"Dayan. ”

"Where do you think you've heard of it?"

"Dayan is in the homeland of the next 2,000 years ago. Pedigreely, I am the sixty-ninth emperor. ”

"Your brain is already very bad, and the gods can't cure you. ”

Since then, Murong Ziling has become my father's second-in-command, and my father's power has expanded rapidly, surpassing the other six little dragon kings.

Although Murong Ziling's broken muscles and bones were continued by the best golden gun medicine, his martial arts could only stop at the lower level of Jindan after that, but his father really relied on Murong's organizational and management skills.

At that time, my father's power had expanded to three or four thousand. However, the gang was inexperienced and did not have strict regulations. The decisive battle was fought by my father, and the other minions could only play the role of killing people, setting fires, and carrying loot.

Murong Ziling proposed three major strategies: streamlining the regular army, enriching military resources, and selecting slaves as auxiliaries.

Unlike the Six Little Dragon Kings of the same period, who blindly expanded his power to five or seven thousand, he always maintained his father's subordinates at five or seven hundred, on the one hand, compiling cultural and martial arts teaching materials to cultivate loyal and qualified people to improve their combat strength; the cunning and ambitious ones were expelled and persuaded to retreat and purify the gang elements; the auxiliary work done by the minions in the past was handed over to the plundered strong slaves; he also built his father to seize all the good ports in the kamikaze country and establish a fundamental business, and the rich funds were used to buy enough ships, cannons, and firearms.

By the time the other six little dragon kings come to their senses, my father's power is already the strongest force under the Nangong big boss, and we can even act as the vanguard of the Nangong family and the pseudo-Qi prince Sun clan fighting for territory in the East China Sea.

In the minds of the pirates of the original family, the father is undoubtedly the first combat force and spiritual leader, and Murong Ziling is the brain of the gang. Without a father, there would be no gang, and without Murong Ziling, the gang would not be able to function. In a sense, Murong is even more irreplaceable than my father - he is the "dealer" of the unified gang.

When I was a child reading history books, I would learn and apply analysis (a thousand times better than those waste wood scholars who read books), and I would think for a long time in a daze:

INTERVIEWER If my father had died in battle, who would have inherited our organization?

- Do you still have the original surname?

- Or am I becoming an ornament, and Uncle Murong is in charge of taking care of me as a minor?

My mother was a Confucian reader, and she never told me how to deal with the situation. A gentleman should not talk about this, especially to a child with a pure heart.

This hypothetical situation has always arisen.

When the prestige of his father and Murong Ziling reached its highest point together, they received the task of tentative attack on the capital of the kamikaze country issued by the Nangong family. Murong Ziling, who was accustomed to planning behind the scenes, took the initiative to ask to accompany his father to attack, and finally died for his father under the shells of the raiding General Shenwei.

Murong Zhi was adopted by her father as a righteous daughter and became my godsister.

Murong Zhi was six and a half years old that year, and I was five and a half years old.

Then there is the father's second dozen kamikaze countries, and the good story of his righteous brother with the heart and liver of the kamikaze lord is sacrificed.

Since then, our organization no longer has the sharpness of the year, and it has gradually become a companion with the Six Little Dragon Kings, relying on the old foundation to barely maintain its position in the Seven Gangs.

Eventually, one day, my father took us out of the Central Plains.

In the minds of the simple-minded muscular men, Murong Ziling is my father's brother-in-law and the second leader of the gang. Of course, his daughter should be the wife of the son of the big boss. Since then, it is normal for the two to become one family.

In fact, my mother has always complained that my father had a hot brain and agreed to my relationship with Murong Zhi.

Murong Zhi shouldn't marry me.

She also has a sick brain.

Murong Ziling and my mother don't have a few face-to-face relationships, and my mother abides by the women's way of sages and sages, and automatically has no intersection with men outside. Therefore, Murong Zhi's contact with her was also after Murong Ziling's death.

At that time, it was my mother who offered to let Murong Zhi study with me. My mother hated robbers, but not really enough to vent it for the sake of the innocent little girl. At that time, she planned to treat Murong Zhi as her own daughter (although she would not let her be my wife), hoping that the light of the sages would influence this robber cub (in fact, I am also a robber cub, but my mother has always ignored this).

"What have you studied before?" "Mother wanted to touch the cultural foundation of six-and-a-half-year-old Murong Zhi.

At the age of five and a half, I am already very smart, and little Murong Zhi also has a face as bright as me. But girls have always been discriminated against in the tradition of bandits, and may not be able to read or write when they reach adulthood. The princess's daughter's family was no different from a man in terms of learning culture, and her mother was happy to let a pirate's daughter know poetry.

"The Art of War in Yellowstone", "Cargo Colonization", "Geographical Chronicles", "Daily Knowledge", ......"

When I was a child, I was already very instinctive about that, and when I saw my cute godsister, I couldn't help pinching her pink hands and sheep fat jade neck and the like (readers, don't call me lewd). But when I heard Murong Zhi report this long list of book titles, I was completely interested, and I was shocked on the spot, trying to find a crack in the ground to get into it - the smell of milk on my hands seemed to be emitted by a monster!

Mother pretended to be calm and coughed dryly,

"We really don't work hard, I didn't expect your father to teach his daughter so well. ”

- It's not that I don't work hard. I'm only five and a half years old, and I'm still reading villain books.

"Zhi'er will definitely be a great person in the future, these are the books of the country and the great Confucians of the world. What are your aspirations in life?"

"Rejuvenation Dayan!"

"Does Zhi'er know what country Dayan is?" asked her mother slowly, her face a little unsightly.

"The dynasty established by our ancestors in the era of civilization conquered most of the Central Plains, and it was unparalleled in the world. ”

Mother slapped Murong Zhi,

"You don't have to study literature, you can follow the ladies to do housework in the future. ”

Murong Zhi's eyes at that time were very peculiar, and I couldn't tell whether it was resentment or confusion.

At that time, I warned myself to beware of this girl, not to be confused by her beauty, not to let her harm my mother in the future, to take ecstasy or something like that when the wind blows my pillow.

I later learned that

Dayan is an empire established by the Murong tribe of the Northern Rakshasa barbarians after invading our Central Plains, enslaving our Central Plains people.

My mother has always taught me the difference between Huaxia and Yidi. She may not be disgusted with the robber's daughter, and she may not be disgusted with the naturalized Yidi, but she will never accept the barbarians who have been dreaming of re-enslaving our Chinese people.

Murong Zhi has since become a taciturn girl with a dead face. At the end of the festival, my mother would graciously put her in beautiful clothes and play the role of her distressed goddaughter in front of my father and other pirates, and as soon as the festival was over, she would strip off her dress and let her go back to be my maidservant.

This is the mother's punishment for Murong Zhi, not for naturalized barbarians, but for a person who is desperate to want to destroy our Huaxia, regardless of her gender and ethnicity.

Tonight, Murong Zhi played the prescribed role under her mother's order.