"Ah ah..." Early in the morning, Chang Lin stretched lazily and roared fiercely. He looked at the endless sea and the sun rising slowly in the east. He felt that everything was so beautiful.
The sea in the morning shows its broad mind to travelers; the sea and the sky are one color and it is difficult to distinguish one from the other.
"Why is there no wind today?" Guo Hongyan frowned beside him.
"It's too peaceful, making people feel slightly depressed," said an adjutant.
"You worry too much." Chang Lin looked at the clear sky. "What are you talking about on such a nice day?"
Bai Xiaoling, who was chewing snacks nearby, raised her childish face covered with crumbs, stared blankly at the sky, and widened her eyes randomly, "Oh no, Uncle Chang, there will be a storm today, a storm that is unimaginably big. This storm may even cause elemental tides, making all spells within the storm range ineffective."
"Don't be afraid, no matter how big the storm is, we are not afraid! We have a huge steel ship!" Chang Lin was full of confidence. He had encountered several storms before, but ordinary storms could not shake the huge steel ship. The accompanying ships were all large ships of more than 5,000 tons.
But Chang Lin is not an arrogant person after all. Since Bai Xiaoling, the "native", said so, Chang Lin still raised his vigilance and asked everyone to be prepared for defense - it is better to believe it than not, in short, it is better to be careful.
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In Shouchun Kingdom and Qingyun City, Zhang Quan and the noble princess who came from the West looked at each other.
What kind of eyes are those? Gentle, peaceful, wise, and a little curious about the world. In these eyes, you can't see the arrogance, coldness, and savagery of ordinary noble women and female masters of cultivation. What you can see is only nature and tranquility.
A voice suddenly popped up in my heart: This is her, this is the woman I have always dreamed of!
Unfortunately, the carriage could not hear Zhang Quan's thoughts and slowly walked into the gate.
Not until the carriage disappeared did Zhang Quan look back reluctantly, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Ahem..." Xiang Bowen's reminder came from the side.
Zhang Quan suddenly woke up. He still wanted to be a "sage" and spread his ideas. But he was still a little disappointed. That elegant and beautiful figure lingered in his heart and could not be forgotten.
He sent a message to Xiang Bowen: "Isn't it just a woman? As long as we become famous, or you become a Yuanying stage master, we can have any woman we want!"
Zhang Quan frowned slightly, "I think this woman might have the ability of the Nascent Soul stage. I sense a similar dangerous aura from her. But it doesn't seem like the aura of an ordinary cultivator."
Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly: "Could it be the devil's way? Or some other way of cultivation? Then we can't get involved. As the saying goes, people with different paths cannot work together. Forcing contact will only bring trouble to both parties."
Zhang Quan took a deep breath, stopped talking, and continued to walk forward. After all the hardships along the way, Zhang Quan was no longer a young boy whose passion outweighed his rationality, but a man who had withstood the test of wind and rain.
After calming down, Zhang Quan walked forward firmly without looking back.
Later, the princess got off the carriage and looked at Zhang Quan's back. She thought this young man was interesting. When he saw her, his eyes were pure and without any evil thoughts. He also turned around and left without any hesitation, which made the princess feel somewhat favorable towards him.