funbook-pk Chapter 101 Do you think I can reach the other side?
Chapter 101 Do you think I can reach the other side?
Chapter 101 Do you think I can reach the other side?
Qianlingdu was the largest maritime ferry crossing in the Central Plains.
They traded with overseas islands and even with the red-haired devils.
Such an important place was naturally heavily guarded to prevent pirates from causing trouble.
Cannons were placed every five meters along the coastline, and there were countless catapults and crossbows behind them.
Even on small islands and reefs dozens of miles from the ferry crossing, there are sentry posts for guarding the area.
Even the Japanese pirates knew to avoid this port and instead target fishing villages.
For two hundred years, a full two hundred years, no one caused trouble at Qianlingdu.
until today.
A merchant ship from Daliang slowly entered the ferry terminal.
Perhaps because of the long period of peace, no one noticed anything unusual about the ship.
Without sailors or a navigator to observe the situation, it sailed at full speed like a ghost ship.
Even if only one of the overseas sentries is effective, they could detect the ship's abnormality.
Unfortunately, two hundred years of peace have turned all these positions into ghost jobs.
So much so that the people on the shore noticed that the large ship, moving at full speed, was about to crash into the ferry, and only then did the marines react when they shouted loudly.
"Fire! Fire now!"
From the moment the shouts to fire, a full incense stick's time passed before a few cannonballs began to rain down on the merchant ship.
Before they even hit their targets, they all fell into the sea, creating huge splashes.
too late.
At this distance, no one could stop the large ship from crashing into the ferry crossing.
Fishermen and sailors on small boats around the ferry jumped into the sea one after another, and in the next instant, all the small boats they were on were capsized.
Merchant ships overturned the wooden docks connecting overseas destinations one after another, and finally crashed heavily onto land.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the dragon bone broke.
The merchant ship, propelled by inertia, surged onto land and gradually collapsed.
The massive mast slowly tilted and crashed into the roof of the Qianlingdu Maritime Trade Office, creating a hole in it.
The Qianlingdu ferry was filled with cries of despair, and countless people suffered as a result.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a shirtless man walked to the bow of the collapsed ship. He had red hair and bulging muscles, but his face looked more like that of an Asian.
The red-haired demon, with his strong, muscular physique, treated the hundreds of marines surrounding him as nothing.
"Where are you, the strongest in the Central Plains?"
When he spoke, he spoke Chinese, but it was very broken and required careful listening to understand.
Qianling Ferry and Qingmu Painted Boat are about 500 li apart.
What happens at the beach doesn't affect this place.
On the martial arts stage of the Qingmu Painting Boat, Shangguan Hong, dressed in green, danced with a sword in hand.
Her movements were as light as a startled swallow, her sword moving with her. As her clothes fluttered, her slender waist bent almost parallel to the ground. The white light of her sword cut through the air, leaving behind afterimages.
Sheng Wansong and Mu Haitang were admiring the performance together, and were amazed: "I never expected that the test of the Green Wood Painting Boat would be such a moving sword dance."
Mu Haitang smiled and said, "Our ancestral master entered the Dao through dance, and the first sword technique she created was sword dance."
"The first test for those who wish to learn the White Emperor Sword technique is to master the Azure Wood Dance."
Shangguan Hong's swordplay grew increasingly rapid. She spun and leaped, her toes touching the blue bricks, her clothes fluttering in the wind. The sword light enveloped her figure, the sword shadow sharp and her chivalrous spirit awe-inspiring.
What began as a charming dance gradually transformed into a deadly sword technique.
"it is good."
Sheng Wansong applauded and cheered for Shangguan Hong.
He didn't understand swordsmanship; he was just watching for the spectacle.
As long as it looks good.
Mu Haitang shook her head. "Although Lady Shangguan is very talented, she has never studied dance, so her sword dance is off."
With a light leap, Master Mu jumped onto the martial arts stage.
She drew her sword from her waist, skipped the first half of the sword dance, and began dancing in sync with Shangguan Hong.
The same sword dance, performed by this sect leader, has a completely different charm.
Shangguan Hong's sword strikes were as powerful as a rainbow, while Mu Haitang's sword dance was as graceful as water, showing no trace of murderous intent.
It was as if this was not a killing technique, but a simple dance.
Mu Haitang's sword tip gently touched Shangguan Hong's sword tip, guiding her sword's edge.
The sword dance was suddenly interrupted, and Shangguan Hong instinctively swung her sword to counterattack.
But under Mu Haitang's sword, Shangguan Hong was completely led by the nose and could not escape Mu Haitang's sword no matter what.
The two swords were intertwined, appearing to outsiders like a pair of inseparable lovers, performing a dance together.
But for Shangguan Hong, it was not so easy.
Her sword seemed to be entangled in a spider web, completely unable to break free. No matter which direction she swung her sword, it seemed as if she was catering to her opponent rather than seeking escape.
"Don't confront, but adapt."
Mu Haitang's gentle words reached his ears.
Shangguan Hong calmed her emotions and allowed Mu Haitang to guide her sword.
Gradually, she discovered the secret.
Both the Azure Wave Sword Technique and the Green Wood Sword Dance are sword techniques that imitate the flow of water.
Mu Haitang's sword danced in the air, creating air currents that attracted her sword, which was similar to the Azure Wave Sword Technique.
She no longer deliberately repeated the dance moves, but relaxed her mind and body, letting the sword "dance" with the water.
Shangguan Hong's white light sword gradually detached from Mu Haitang's sword, maintaining a distance between them.
"The two swords each drew forth a stream of water, sometimes merging, sometimes repelling each other, a truly magnificent sight."
In Sheng Wansong's view, the dance gradually became harmonious and turned into a true choral dance.
Two beauties, one tall and one short, dance together with a sharp sword.
Both of them were dressed very conservatively, with no skin exposed except for their wrists, and the sword dance was not an erotic dance.
but.
My younger brother is feeling it.
"Wonderful."
Sheng Wansong applauded again.
As the dance ended, Shangguan Hong gasped for breath, while Mu Haitang remained calm, revealing the difference in their skill levels.
She held the sword with both hands, cupped her hands, and said, "Uncle Mu, your sword dance is excellent. Shangguan Hong admires it."
After the dance, it was time for mutual flattery.
Mu Haitang also put away her sword. "Hong'er, you've only just started practicing sword dance, yet you've already achieved this level. Your talent might not be inferior to that of your former master."
"The Bibo Sect will surely flourish and regain its former glory under your leadership."
"You flatter me, Uncle-Master."
Shangguan Hong looked ashamed. "My ancestral master had already created the sword dance when I was my age, while I am still learning."
Sheng Wansong walked into the training ground and said, "I asked An'an to prepare some herbal tea."
"I want to practice a little longer before the feeling fades."
Shangguan Hong shook her head and refused, savoring the feeling from just now as she began her sword dance again.
Then, Sheng Wansong looked at Mu Haitang and asked, "Master Mu?"
"Then I shall respectfully comply."
Mu Haitang gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had become loose from the sword dance, walked to Sheng Wansong's side, and the two headed towards the guest room together.
As they walked, Sheng Wansong was still thinking about what to talk about when Mu Haitang took the initiative to speak.
"Young Master Sheng, chaos is about to begin."
"For hundreds of years, the Aoki Pleasure Boat has been walking on thin ice, carefully seeking a way to survive."
"Do you think the Aoki pleasure boat will be able to reach the other side in this chaotic future?"
When Sheng Wansong turned his head, Mu Haitang was staring straight at him with a meaningful look in her eyes.