Chapter 241 The Thirty-Second Act Enters the Northern Wilderness IV
Chapter 241 Act 32: Entering the Northern Wilderness Four
Suddenly, the tiger-headed flying fish boat fell from a high place and plunged almost vertically into the cold sea water. However, for Qi Ziyin, it seemed like several hours had passed. Until he was choked by the cold sea water and coughed violently.
Only then did the young man realize that he had actually escaped.
Thanks to Leng Jiayun's accurate and decisive orders before, although the warship under their feet was severely damaged, the part below the waterline did not suffer fatal damage or flooding, but some seawater was poured into the cabin from various parts of the deck.
.However, the thick masts on the ship were all broken. The rudder used to control the direction was also stuck in the middle position due to the breakage of the mechanism, and could not move at all.
Fortunately, the angry god finally let them go. Although the mast was broken, it sank directly to the bottom with the huge sail, so that the whole ship was not torn to pieces by the howling north wind. The stuck rudder also made the ship rise and fall.
The battleship was not overturned and swallowed by the huge waves due to the inability of the helmsman to control it.
The strong north wind that accompanied the huge waves had quietly stopped at some point. The lightning, thunder and dark clouds that had hit before also disappeared with the wind in an instant, as if they had never appeared before.
The Ghost Crying Cape is indeed worthy of its name. This sudden severe cold is like a trial specially arranged for everyone by the evil ghosts in hell. The people who survived the trial, between being frightened and secretly thankful, suddenly found that the top of their heads was
It has become a clear night where the sky is full of stars and the bright moon shines on the fields.
The previous huge wave caused the tiger-headed flying fish boat to pass through the Guiwei Cape in a very short time. What is now in front of everyone is a secret place in the far north that no one has ever visited. Even if it was the same direction.
Leng Jiayun, who had been swimming back and forth in the dark sea for hundreds of years, had never seen such a magnificent scene——
The windless sea surface is now like a smooth and flat mirror. The quiet mirror reflects the clear moon and the turbid moon, as well as the bright Milky Way guarding them. At the other end of the sea water, there is a shallow lake reflecting the moonlight.
Blue ice floes. The three solitary ships that had long lost their power seemed to be pushed by an invisible force. They slowly followed the almost imperceptible wave under the ships, drawing a line on the mirror.
A faint trail drifted straight to the ice floe ahead.
"We - should be safe for now."
Qi Ziyin calmed down and patrolled the deck several times around the side of the ship. Seeing that there was nothing but the endless sea around him, he spoke to comfort the people around him, "Two people are left on duty everywhere on the ship, and every three
The shifts will change every now and then. The rest of the team will take care of the injured, take inventory of supplies, and then seize the time to rest!"
"Zi Yin, do you really think we are safe?"
The woman in purple forcefully twisted her long hair and clothes that were wet with ice water. She seemed to still be frightened by the previous experience. At the moment, she was not worried about the sea, but turned her head and looked behind her, "I don't know what those Pengguo soldiers
How is the situation?"
In this regard, the young Duke Ye was not that worried:
"It wouldn't be so bad if they disappeared like this. After all, God wants to destroy them. But if the Pengguo army can survive such a surge-"
He frowned at first, but then relaxed. He seemed to be ready to face any unexpected situation. "After all, according to Brother Zeming's calculations, the purpose of Yu Li's trip is to take the power of the ancestors for himself."
Yes. If he is still alive now, one day we will meet again. At that time, I will also personally end this bastard for everyone who died tragically in Mulu City!"
This was the first time that the young man in white talked about murder in front of Leng Jiayun. The woman gave him a meaningful look and said nothing more. She just nodded and turned around to help take care of Ning Yue, who was vomiting in the cabin. Went with others.
At this time, behind them, two figures came out of the cabin one after another in the distance, but they were not looking at the young Duke Ye. One of them had silver hair and was wrapped in a thick fox fur. Although His face looked a little pale, but his eyes were always staring unblinkingly at the stars above his head:
"Even in Yunzhi's Luoxing Pavilion, I have never seen such a clear starry night..."
Those were Mo Zeming, the young head of the Yunzhi Mo family, and Mo Chen, who never left his side. The silver-haired boy had often gone to sea with his father's merchant ships since he was a child, so he could still endure the bumpy sea conditions before.
"Mo Chen, you go help Brother Qi deal with the dangerous situation on the ship first, and don't worry about me."
Mo Zeming ordered like this. The man beside him was a little worried:
"Little Master, you injured your forehead in the cabin earlier. How dare you leave so easily now?"
Mo Zeming slowly raised his hand and stroked his heavily bruised forehead. However, he seemed not to hear clearly what the other party was asking, and did not make any response. He just stared at a bright star in the night sky. star, murmuring in his mouth:
"Beichen - you must know that this star is the first star that my father taught me to recognize..."
"Yes, Mo Chen understands. Little master, please be careful, my subordinates will come to accompany you later."
The man understood that the young family leader must have thought of something and needed to be left alone, so he stopped insisting and left as ordered. However, Mo Zeming's eyes gradually became blurred, as if he was caught up in a past event many years ago. memories...
In the autumn of the eighth year of Zhaohua, Mo Zeming, who had just become sensible, was really bored, so he secretly climbed to the highest point of Yunzhi City - the main entrance of Luo Xing Pavilion - along the rugged stone steps that could only be passed by one person.
The silver-haired child stood outside the tall Luoxing Pavilion, looking up at the huge door leaf that was several times taller than him. His chest was rising and falling, and he could only feel his heart beating fast.
This is a secluded place that belongs to his father, Mo Ran. It is also one of the places in Yunzhi City that Mo Zeming is prohibited from going to except for the salt wells in the mountains.
In addition to taking care of business outside, Mo Ran would lock himself in the pavilion whenever he had free time, and ordered that no one should come to disturb him. Since the last time a mysterious guest from afar visited, he stayed in the pavilion. The time spent with Mo Zeming became longer and longer, and the time spent with Mo Zeming became less and less.
The child calmed down and tiptoed to the door. He turned his head and pressed his ear against the door, hoping to find out what his father was doing inside. Unexpectedly, he leaned a little closer and half of the door in front of him appeared. A narrow crack was actually opened, and a stream of turbid air surged out from inside the door, mixed with the smell of candlelight and the incense of ink.
Mo Zeming's heart was beating faster, but he still couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart. He moved his eyes towards the crack of the door. However, what he saw in his eyes was the most unforgettable scene in his life——
Although it was daytime, the Luoxing Pavilion without a single pillar was as dark as night. Even the few candles and oil lamps in the corners were not lit. There was only a glimmer of light, shrouded in the dark blue dolomite pavilion. on the platform.
It was the light coming from the top of the pavilion. Although it was dimmer than the candlelight, it was enough for people to see everything clearly. Looking upward following the light, the silver-haired child was surprised to find that there were countless glowing stars scattered on the top of the pavilion.
Small dots, like the stars embedded in the sky after nightfall, shine persistently in the darkness.
And in the hazy light, a man wearing a long robe embroidered with Mo's Skylark Family stood in the middle of the Luo Xing Pavilion hall. It was Mo Ran himself. At this moment, he was holding a bottle dipped in thick liquid in his right hand.
Ink's pen was in his hand, and his left hand was holding on to a few sheets of paper with scrawled calculations. He raised his head to the sky and murmured something in his mouth, seemingly not noticing anything strange at the door.
"Father, it turns out that Luoxing Pavilion is so fun!"
Mo Zeming was so excited that he pushed the door open further and walked straight under the magnificent and beautiful starry sky, completely forgetting that he had violated the ban and sneaked up the mountain.
Suddenly he heard someone talking behind him, and Mo Ran was also startled. The strong sunlight coming from outside the door instantly overshadowed the brightness of the artificial galaxy in the pavilion. When he saw that the person coming was his son, Mo Ran's face was filled with tears.
His expression suddenly became a little helpless, but he still squeezed out a smile:
"Why did you come here alone? Where is Mo Chen who is responsible for taking care of you?"
"I just asked him to go to the city to buy candied haws on me. I won't be back for a while. Otherwise, how could he allow me to sneak here?"
As Mo Zeming spoke, he suddenly realized that he had let something slip. His smiling face immediately turned crimson, and he quickly lowered his head for fear of being scolded.
However, he did not wait for his father's rebuke. Instead, he felt a pair of strong hands picking him up from the ground, and then turned around and walked slowly towards the pavilion:
"My son Zeming, do you know the origin of this Luoxing Pavilion?"
The child didn't know why his father suddenly asked him these questions. He shook his head to show that he didn't know, but his curiosity was aroused.
Mo Ran smiled slightly and started asking and answering himself:
"Yunzhi Mo's family has been studying the stars in the sky since the time of Taizu Mo Guang. By the time your grandfather Mo Zhengju came, he had become the leading star divination expert in the entire Great Sheng Dynasty. Even Emperor Yujing had to ask for help.
I, Mr. Mo, consult about good times and auspicious times to perform sacrificial rituals."
"real?"
His father had not allowed his children to approach Luo Xing Pavilion since he was a child, so Mo Zeming didn't even know the purpose of this weird-looking pavilion. When he heard what his father said, he didn't believe it for a moment.
When Mo Ran saw this, he suddenly couldn't help laughing. He smiled and touched his son's forehead: "Of course it's true."
"So, father, you have been locking yourself up in the pavilion recently because you are doing fortune-telling for the emperor?"
The child became more and more curious. As he spoke, the silver hair hanging down on his temples swayed slightly by his ears.
The man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head:
"No. These days, my father is counting stars for himself. Because something happened before, my father suddenly realized that star counting has a profound impact on everything in the world, even beyond my father's imagination.
.”
"Father, have you encountered something that you can't calculate? Can you help me figure it out tomorrow?"
Mo Zeming, who was sitting in his arms, asked half-understanding.
"No, as a father, I encountered difficulties that I couldn't figure out. But today when I saw my son, many things suddenly became clear to me. It turns out that there were so many things I did wrong in the past.
many--"
Mo Ran suddenly stopped and placed his son in the middle of the platform in the pavilion. He knelt on one knee in front of him, stared into the child's eyes, and asked solemnly:
“My son—really want to learn to predict the latitude and fortune of stars?”
"Of course I want to learn!" Mo Zeming nodded without thinking.
"Even after practicing, you will encounter countless setbacks, accusations, criticisms, and slanders in your life, and you will feel frustrated, self-blame, helpless, and wronged, and may even be in danger of your life. Are you still determined to learn?
"
The man asked again. However, the silver-haired child at that time did not quite understand why his father was worried, so he answered quite firmly:
"Didn't my father say that counting stars is a unique skill that my Yunzhi Mo family has passed down since Taizu? Ming'er is the only male in the Mo family. If I don't learn it now, wouldn't I be ashamed of my ancestors? If there is any difficulty, I will do it.
Don’t be afraid!”
Mo Ran looked at the innocent son in front of him, as if he was also having a fierce struggle in his heart. After a long time, he finally made up his mind, took a long breath, held his son's shoulders and said:
"Then my father will teach you how to recognize the first star first - can you see the only unmoving star above our heads surrounded by stars?"
As he spoke, he moved the mechanism on his side with his hand. As a soft sound came from the top of the pavilion, the starry sky above the father and son slowly began to rotate. However, among the thousands of small and large stars that were like dust, there was always
There is a star hanging alone on the side of the dome, unmoving.
"This star is called Beichen. There is an ancient proverb that goes, 'Beichen moves and the stars scatter, but Beichen is fixed and emperors come out'. For more than a thousand years since the rise of the Great Dynasty, this star has never changed its position, just like the stars.
When the anchor is in its proper position, all the stars will support it, each going its own way and performing its duties."
"So, Beichen is like the emperor in Yujing, controlling all the stars in the sky?"
After hearing what his father said, Mo Zeming nodded in confusion.
"That's right. I'm teaching you to know Beichen today, and I hope you can remember where your anchor should be -"
Mo Ran said, raising his palm and pressing it on his son's left chest, "Although you have been weak since childhood, you have a strong heart. As a father, I hope that no matter what hardships you encounter in the future, you can follow it.
Your true heart, because that is the real Beichen in your life..."
Mo Zeming's thoughts escaped from the past memories, but he gradually realized that the position of Beichen above his head was somewhat different from what he remembered.
The silver-haired boy rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked carefully again, he saw that the seemingly eternal star flickered a few times in the cloudless night sky and became much dimmer.
"When Beichen moves, the stars will disperse; when Beichen is fixed, the emperor will emerge - Father, your prophecy seems to have been half fulfilled." Mo Zeming whispered to himself, "But now, the Beichen in my son's heart is stronger than any other.
All times must be bright!”
You’ve all seen this, why don’t you pay attention quickly?