In the early morning, shellfish boats drifting on the sea drifted into the center of several small islands.
These small islands are all formed by coral reefs. Surrounding the small islands are a circle of white sandy beaches that slowly come into contact with the sea water. The water below is colorful, with many bright corals and many colorful fish schools swimming among them.
We even occasionally saw cute turtles swimming slowly.
The island is also colorful.
There are many strange cactus-like plants growing on the rocks of the island. These plants are blooming. Some are purple, which is the favorite color of the nobles in Jiankang City and Luoyang City. Some are dazzling bright yellow, and some are harmonious.
At this time, the snow in Jiankang City is as white and flawless as ever.
On the bow of the shell boat, the young Taoist looked at these flowers in silence.
It was as warm as spring here, but he had a dream last night. He dreamed that countless white snowflakes were falling on him. He also dreamed that someone handed him a bunch of sweet and sour candied haws.
The color of the candied haws is even more beautiful than the purple flowers now.
But it was just a dream after all.
He knew very well that although the ship seemed to be drifting aimlessly, as it sailed into the natural harbor surrounded by these small islands today, the water that pushed the ship came from the man behind him.
The thoughts of the white-robed monk.
The white-robed monk didn't pay attention to the emotion in his eyes at this time.
He knew that this young man was in a bad mood these days, which came from the sudden changes in the outside world. It was like a pool of still water that had been quiet for many years, but suddenly people kept throwing stones into the pool of still water.
Fish that are used to this quietness in still water will naturally not get used to it.
He was very worried about the young man's mood, and his brows were full of worry at this time, but it was not because of the young man in front of him.
His eyes fell on the clouds over the distant sea.
Those clouds spread some wonderful halos in the early morning.
Fishermen sailing on the sea are most afraid of encountering storms. Even powerful practitioners have to maintain enough awe when facing such power.
In particular, ordinary fishermen only operate in the coastal waters, but the shell boat he and the young Taoist were on was in the deep sea far away from the areas where those fishermen were active.
The further away from the continuous land, the more terrifying the storm in the sea becomes.
Looking at the wonderful halos in the clouds, he knew clearly that a huge storm was brewing and forming, and would come soon.
That's why he sailed the shell boat into the middle of these islands.
"Still can't go ashore, not even to these islands?"
The young Taoist's voice rang out and reached the ears of the white-robed monk.
The white-robed monk glanced at the young Taoist's back and shook his head.
The young Taoist sighed, "Even though we are so far away from the land...are we worried about even boarding such a small piece of land?"
The white-robed monk frowned slightly.
This kind of conversation had happened many times many years ago, and logically there was no need to repeat it. But he could tell that the young Taoist was in a bad mood today, and he thought that the storm that was coming soon might change his mood.
Even more depressed, after all, even he himself does not like to enjoy the taste of violent storms.
"Your father asked you not to leave the ship, so it's not a matter of how far this island is from the mainland."
So he sighed softly and said: "You and I both know very well that this is only related to the state you need to reach in your cultivation. Recently, your thoughts have been a little messy, but they are useless. The faster you practice, the faster you will practice."
, you can leave this ship faster."
"But I'm already very fast."
The young Taoist did not end the argument directly as he thought.
The young Taoist slowly raised his head, turned around, looked at the white-robed monk seriously, and said sincerely: "You also know my father's intentions. He is just worried that I will be killed, but you
It should be clear that even on land, there are few people who are faster than me. Even if someone comes to the sea to kill me, even on these islands, with my body skills, there is no way I can't escape.
On this boat.”
"What your father is worried about is not those people whose movement skills are slower than yours, but those whose limited movement skills are faster than yours." The white-robed monk shook his head and said, "As for me, I can understand your thoughts.
, but the reason why your father asked me to be on this boat is because he knows that I understand him better. This kind of attempt that does not seem to violate his true wishes is often like honey in the hands of a child.
It tastes good or not. I haven’t tried the taste of honey, maybe I can bear it, but as long as I have the first bite, I will definitely have a second and third bite.”
"This kind of thing is just like some of the precepts we uphold. Although it seems to be unreasonable, I will definitely accept it completely and will not violate the precepts at all." The white-robed monk looked at him and said with great sincerity: "Because I know
, even a slight violation is enough to break the sugar bowl of desire, which may lead to disastrous consequences."
The young Taoist stopped talking.
He ended this long-standing argument with silence.
His eyes also stayed on the clouds in the distance.
In just a moment, the clouds that originally exuded a halo of halo turned into black clouds.
Those dark clouds were far away, but bright lightning appeared in them.
In his perception, there was already an unusually humid wind sweeping over from that side.
He actually respected this white-robed Taoist very much.
He also understands his father's thoughts very well.
It took his father a lifetime to practice to that level, and then ensured that he sat in such a position. There were many god-like people who spent their entire lives silently, as if they were just helping him practice.
I'm afraid many of those people are also unwilling to accept it, and may even have thoughts of replacing it.
Many of those people are also extremely powerful, and they might immediately try to kill him if there is a possibility.
He had accepted his father's life and the life he had arranged for himself many years ago.
He is also confidently waiting for the day when he can leave isolation.
He has also warned himself countless times. According to the classics, countless people also retreated in the mountains, and some even stayed in retreat for most of their lives before they truly came out of the mountains.
Returning to land from the sea is no different from leaving the mountains.
But he is too young after all, and he has really waited too long.
In such an age of spiritual desolation, even though many people continued to add real energy to him, the more real energy his skills accumulated, the more he felt that the process was extremely slow.
He actually didn't want to completely deviate from his father's ideas.
But he really wanted to make a change.
At least...he hoped that he could decide where the ship would go, and at least he could land on the islands he wanted to visit.
…
The sky over the sea has completely darkened.
On the originally sparkling sea, the waves became bigger and bigger.
The howling wind blew in, making the clothes of him and the white-robed monk rustle.
There was a loud bang.
A bolt of lightning like a bucket fell from the sky and landed on the sea not far away.
The huge raindrops were like countless arrows falling rapidly in the strong wind.
The white-robed monk frowned slightly again.
He fixed the shell boat and wanted to let the young Taoist return to the awning that could protect him from the rain.
During the many years of wandering at sea, his cultivation has become stronger and stronger. I am afraid that no one in the world can control the wind, rain and water flow better than him.
But at this moment, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
He felt a strange fluctuation.
His eyes narrowed.
A black line appeared on the sea in the distance. The black line became higher and higher. It turned out to be a strange black wave. In an instant, it had exceeded the height of the small island he was facing.
boom!
The waves hit the island like thousands of troops. Countless vegetation on the island was instantly smashed. Countless water splashes were like countless mountains disintegrating in the air, and they were like countless monsters bathed in the black skylight.
The boat was knocked down.
The white-robed monk was shocked in his heart, and the true energy in his body gushes out. Even so, the shell boat under him still fluctuated violently, as if it was about to be blown away by the waves in an instant, and flew into the sky!
Boom!
Another thick bolt of lightning fell directly on the dark sea.
In the light of lightning, the white-robed monk saw clearly the face of the young Taoist.
The young Taoist's face was absolutely calm, and his eyes were full of strange brilliance.
The white-robed monk's mind instantly became as bright as a flash of lightning.
He reacted instantly and shouted sternly: "Shen Nian, it turns out to be..."
His voice was obscured by the roar of countless thunderbolts.
The young Taoist didn't respond to him, but just flew forward.
He fell towards the farthest island ahead.
He cannot control this storm, but he can mobilize enough energy to enhance some of the power of God.
At this time, he could be sure that while the white-robed monk was trying his best to deal with the storm, it was absolutely impossible to prevent him from landing on these islands.
This is the beginning he wanted. (To be continued)