More than 130 warships, which originally belonged to the powerful United Expeditionary Force, now belong to Su Lan and the tomb-robber group assembled by Liu Shiba.
From the bottom of his heart, Liu Shiba did not want to go to war with China or fight with his brother-in-law. China was his motherland. As a Chinese, how could Liu Shiba have the heart to kill him?
The Luo Gang siblings occupied the high bridge of the ship and talked about their feelings of separation between life and death. Liu Shiba went down to the flight deck of the Caroline Sa alone, watching the waves rise and fall, looking at the sea connecting the water and the sky in the distance...
No one could understand the anguish and sadness in Liu Shiba's heart. He could only wander on the deck alone, quietly watching the navy soldiers who temporarily belonged to Su Lan line up in a row and clean up small pieces of garbage on the deck.
Now, he doesn't want to go to Hawaii at all. What he wants most is to return to China. He wants to see for himself what happened to Ning Min'er and Ning Haidong?
Liu Shiba remembered that there was another person who left the Storm Battleship in a hurry that day, a six-eared macaque.
Liu Shiba couldn't guarantee that the other people would not be captured by Ning Haidong, but these six ears definitely wouldn't.
The six-eared macaque, which has ears to hear in all directions, heaven to see and earth to hear, and eyes to see in all directions, is an absolutely strong person.
Except for his grandfathers Liu Yi and Mao Yi who were seriously injured and died in the battle, and his fathers Liu San and Sun Tieshu, Liu Er is the leading master. His strongest ability is to run away...
As long as he returns to China and finds Liu Er in the future, everything will come to light. Liu Shiba believes that Liu Er will be alive and well...
"eighteen!"
Behind him, a soft cry came.
Turning around, Liu Shiba suddenly had a smile on his face. The people coming were Cao Xiong and Jing Se.
"Old Cao, Uncle Jingse, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"
"I have nothing to do, I just have a lot of free time and want to chat with you. That boy Chen Haowen told me many things that happened decades later, including some adventures between the gray-haired me and you."
Cao Xiong explained solemnly, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.
Obviously, Cao Xiong has not yet come around to the problem that Old Tang Mao Yi is not his master.
"I want to hear you talk about it with my own ears... Well! Just talk about that? It's known in the world as kicking the swallow's nest... some of Cao Xiong's embarrassing things."
Cao Xiong, a man in his forties, calmly coaxed him.
At this time, Cao Xiong was at his peak, with physical strength, spirit, and explosive power all at their peak.
Looking at Cao Xiong's sparkling eyes, Liu Shiba had reason to believe that Cao Xiong was much stronger now than when he accompanied him to secretly dig up Tai Sui's reincarnation.
Later, I found Liu Shiba in Xuchang. Cao Xiong was not in good health. A Tiangang Beidou Formation could make him dizzy.
If it hadn't been for Liu Shiba giving Cao Xiong a piece of Samsara's finger to simmer in soup and re-stimulating Cao Xiong's potential in his sixties, he might not have been able to endure the battle of Zen Stone Sea.
Fortune and misfortune depended on each other. Tai Sui's flesh and blood only extended Cao Xiong's life for a few more years, but in fact, Cao Xiong was still dead.
This, perhaps, is fate...
In this life, a person can escape from many things, create many things that are not his own, and even go against the will of heaven and shake the world, but you can never escape the palm of fate...
"Just in time! Old man, I am also a little seasick and want to go for a walk. I stopped by to tell a story..."
Jing Se, who was standing behind the shy Cao Xiong, still looked as if he was out of the ordinary. He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket with fluttering cotton wool and a torn straw rope tied around his waist.
"Gu! Gu Gu... Gu..."
However, Jingse's painting floated out of the dust and lasted less than ten breaths before it was completely destroyed by the worldly and filthy sounds that sounded in his belly!
Liu Shiba rolled his eyes and thought to himself:
"Tell us about the story? Why don't you tell us about it?"
Whether his belly growled or he sat on his back, it really didn't affect Jingse's good mood.
This weird guy actually poked out his nostrils, fiercely intercepted a trace of his own smelly fart from the sea breeze, sucked it into his lungs and reincarnated in a circle before spitting it out, and then tasted:
"The fart smell is no longer authentic. I've been hungry for too long and it's full of burp smell!"
Liu Shiba frowned and said:
"How long have you been hungry? How long?"
When Jing Se heard Liu Shiba's question, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said quietly:
"Ever since you, the black-faced man behind you, and the old man wielding a machete saw the light of day again.
As soon as I saw the sun, I would think about when to start dinner, and it turned out that I had to wait for ten days.
Ezao! More than two hundred young and old men in Ehewan worked hard for you for ten days without being hungry, and they were also hungry for ten days at the same time.
I was born late and have never seen what the landlords of old China looked like, but according to my estimation, they must look like you, Liu Shiba.
Except for the landlord, no one can do such a heartless thing!"
"Gu...Gu!"
At this point, his stomach growled unsatisfactoryly, causing Jingse's back to tremble and he swallowed it all by himself.
Liu Shiba was dumbfounded, looked at Jing Se with his mouth wide open, and asked stupidly:
"Don't you know? When you eat, you have to go to a temporary restaurant in Guam?"
Jingse shook his head as smoothly as a rattle, gritted his teeth and said:
“When we were working in the fields in Wanzi, someone would bring steamed buns to the fields.
Therefore, the more than 200 people I brought with me consciously stayed at the place where the formation was set up to protect the formation in order to prevent the sea breeze from destroying the formation..."
Hearing this, Liu Shiba suddenly realized!
This is the generation gap, a huge generation gap!
Jingse, who came from decades ago, and the group of gravekeepers in his bay, originally lived in a magical era, which can be explained in three words: "Big pot rice!"
How comfortable it is to get used to the big pot of rice in the commune. Sitting in the fields, you can enjoy a life where you can eat to open your mouth and the bed to stretch out your body...
Jing Se was extremely considerate and could predict what Liu Shiba wanted to say from his expression, so he took the initiative and said:
“At that time, the rural areas were filled with urban youths from the old three circles who had been devolved. The hard work and hard work were all taken over by the brain-dead young people, and we had almost nothing to do.
As time goes by, mixing up with other people has become a habit among us country folk in those days.
No matter if you are sick or whatever, as long as you carry the quilt to the cotton pad and take a nap inside, you will be able to sleep for a few centimeters when it gets dark, how great!"
Liu Shiba had a gloomy face, listening to Jing Se's explanation, he couldn't help but secretly feel sad...
Cao Xiong turned pale and turned his head:
"Brother Jingse, after all, I am also from Xuchang. In fact, I can be considered a city dweller.
At that time, I wondered why there were toilet paper everywhere in the field when I pulled out cotton stalks..."
Jingse's face stiffened and he said:
"You are a rural person! You have to be considerate! There is no TV or radio. There are always power outages at night. Only the village chief can enjoy the newspapers.
All the work has been delegated to the third generation and they are rushing to finish it. A bunch of over-energetic farmers have slept enough in the fields during the day, so what do they do at night?"
Liu Shiba rolled his eyes and said:
"Without electricity and lights, what else can I do? Just sleep..."
Cao Xiong raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead...
Jingse smiled strangely:
"That's right! The era of decentralization of support for educated youth! The night life of our farmers is simple, only seven words."
Liu Shiba looked at Cao Xiong, wondering why Cao Xiong was covered in cold sweat?
It's quite cool today, isn't it?
Jing Se also seemed to have deep meaning. He looked at Liu Shiba and Cao Xiong and smiled. He naturally stretched out his hand, patted Cao Xiong on the shoulder and chuckled:
"Say Bi, dig lotus roots, pull out cotton stalks..."
