Chapter 20 Starry Night(1)()

In the past half a month, I spent two days of peace and relaxation on the back of the white dolphin.

I just need to eat and say some weird pronunciations in a superficial way, and watch Murong Zhi learns language seriously. All other things are left behind.

I sincerely enjoy the wind and sunshine of Baiyun Township.

Anyway, I don’t want to learn this kind of barbaric language in my heart, but I just act like a soy sauce under the threat of her dagger.

I don’t have dialect skills, so how could she, the Murong clan’s super mastery of different languages? Within two days, she has learned daily conversations in Ge language and memorized tens of thousands of Ge language words. She told me privately that she would master it in another week, and that she could be my language teacher to teach my Ge language.

I think this may be the survival instinct that the Murong clan has gained during thousands of years when they have been wandering around the world and seeking restoration: so that they can change their fluent dialect or foreign language at any time, so as to pretend to be others, and avoid the pursuit of the government. No matter which era, they call themselves emperor, they are the number one crime, even today, who treats the emperor as a laughing stock.

Maybe she can even disguise?

Murong Zhi will definitely not tell me.

I know her, and she will keep her cards tight until she is necessary.

Why did I make her roll my eyes when it's okay?

We saw the main peak of Baiyun Township less than two days away from the island. It cuts the island into two parts, three quarters of which belong to the north and one quarter of which belong to the south. It is really superficial to tell us that this mountain is regarded as a "holy mountain" by the local natives. I, who have not specialized in Feng Shui, can also see that this mountain is extraordinary and the mountain is covered by rich clouds and mists when we reach the hillside. It is difficult to see the real face. This cloud is not clouds and mists, but fucking spiritual energy!

No matter how tall a mountain without spiritual energy is, it is just a stack of earth and rocks: bare, straight, and not knowing how to be implicit.

A good mountain range should be like a dragon. It may not be tall enough when you see the head but not the tail, but it is absolutely good. The hidden clouds and mist actually block the spiritual veins and prevent the spiritual energy from being leaked. At the same time, it can hide the spiritual caves and caves in the mountains.

“How big is this island?”

I asked the white dolphin.

"I was idle and bypassed the entire island and traveled for a month before I returned to my original place. It was so superficial."

"Good guy, it's equivalent to a big county in our Central Plains."

"Are you going to the Northern Peninsula or the Southern Peninsula? It's really superficial."

Stupid fish, you are idiots, I scolded in my heart.

"The Chinese are in the Southern Peninsula, of course we go to the south."

I blurted out.

Murong Zhi asked another question at this time:

"It's really shallow. Looking at the Southern Peninsula, I remember that there are steep cliffs on the south side, which is hard to climb up; the northern Peninsula is relatively flat, and it seems that you can land directly from the beach. Why didn't the Chinese people thirty years ago be in the Northern Peninsula, but instead chose to land on the much more difficult Southern Peninsula? Do you know the whole story?"

"This, this... Actually, I don't know the specific situation very clearly. I remember that your Chinese fleet appeared from the storm ring and headed straight to the Northern Peninsula. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I followed the Chinese fleet to see the fun. On the Golden Beach of the Northern Peninsula, you Chinese fought with the local natives for some reason. Many people died on both sides. At that time, I watched the fun from a distance from the Golden Beach for a long time. Later, one of your Chinese leaders came out to fight with the native chief, fighting for thousands of rounds from noon to late at night. That fight was really exciting, and now I think about it and still make my blood boil."

I immediately interrupted the superficial words, "Talk about the ending and the key points. Is it OK?"

I rolled my eyes very shallowly, "Later, you Chinese people packed up the bodies of their companions, got on the boat in a mess, and walked around the Southern Peninsula. It took three months to carve a hanging ladder on the cliffs in the south before going up the mountain to settle in the Southern Peninsula. It's really shallow."

Murong Zhi and I looked at each other and found that we Chinese and local barbarians had indeed become enemies, so we were forced to choose a worse Southern Peninsula.

My reminiscence and analysis are really superficial narratives. Both the Chinese and the natives have leaders of the Golden Pill level. The physical ability of being able to fight for six consecutive hours is proof. It is not surprising that there are Golden Pill warriors among the Chinese, but the natives can also produce Golden Pill warriors beyond my imagination. Where did the natives obtain the inheritance of martial arts? Or is there any unique spiritual medicine that allows barbarian warriors to break through the threshold that is difficult to reach the sky?

Murong Zhi and I asked several inland questions that were really superficial. The white dolphin has never penetrated deep into the island and has always been watching from afar, so we don’t know the details. We have not gained more information.

"You Chinese have set up a large number of posters, lighthouses, fishing grounds and ports on the cliffs. I'll send you there?"

"No."

Murong Zhi and I said at the same time.

We have a rare time to have a heart-to-heart relationship.

"It's really strange that since it's my own race, I should join you with confidence. If I have a similar species of white dolphin, I will definitely be overjoyed."

It's really superficial that Murong Zhi completely concealed his family history in the gossip: he had a white dolphin's mother, but he died of old age at the age of fifty without becoming a spirit. The white dolphin lived for a hundred years in a confused manner. He accidentally activated his spiritual intelligence and realized his own existence, becoming the largest fish on the sea in Baiyun Township, but there is no other kind of his own in this sea area.

"Because... because we humans are shy and shy, not ready, and are unwilling to go to their own kind. It's really superficial. Do you know other places that land on the Southern Peninsula can prevent us from appearing in the sight of other Chinese people, and not far from them."

As I expected, Murong Zhi began to fool the mentally retarded creatures with clever words.

Of course, strictly speaking, what she said can also be understood as the truth. What she said is: We have no idea of ​​what the Chinese people came first. Kill us and rob us of our rings. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for us to be open and honest and open-minded as if we recognize relatives from afar. Of course, let us surrender to the mysterious natives. This is not something we can think about. Can you, the white dolphin, find a secret stronghold for us that is close to the Chinese people first, and we need to observe for a while before making plans.

That’s right, I found that after many disasters and thinking of others as bad people, Murong Zhi and I have a common language.

The White Dolphin Spirit understood what Murong Zhiming meant.

"You Chinese people have a weird idea. Because of your beautiful and kind-hearted sister, I will take you to a landing place."

The next evening, we landed in a dark cave with an uninhabited cliff on the Southern Peninsula. The bright surface of this cliff was full of dense reefs like shark teeth, blocking the entrance of the cave, making it difficult for the boat and the people to move forward. In fact, under the submerged current, there was a line of dark water connected to the pool in the cave. It was really shallow that narrowed our body to seven or eight feet and led us to dive out from the pool deep in the cave. Starlight shone in from the cracks in the cave, and we breathed the breath of land plants.

"Although you Chinese are the masters of the Southern Peninsula, you have not visited every part of the Southern Peninsula. By grabbing the vines and climbing upwards from the natural cracks in the cave, you can reach the vines near the Chinese stronghold. But you have not discovered this for thirty years."

"What do you want to pay for?"

I asked so much that we pirates talk about etiquette.
Chapter completed!