"So, this ship is a disaster." Yamazaki thought and frowned.
Ling Haiyang understood, "Are you worried that the good things will be robbed?"
"It's not just the things, but also the way the ship is built, and even me as a person." Yamazaki sighed, "Good things make people jealous."
Ling Haiyang comforted him and said, "The concerns of the wise son-in-law are not unreasonable, but with Shan Dai's ability to cause trouble in the Buddhist world, who would take action against us?"
"The King of Hell is easy to live with, but the devil is difficult to deal with." Yamazaki said and started to predict whether the weather would be good or bad ten years later, but found that it was unclear.
Appearances come from the heart, and whether the weather is good or bad depends on people's mood.
Vagueness means that there is indeed a problem in this matter, but there is also a solution, but I have not yet thought of it.
Seeing Yamazaki's frowning face, Ling Haiyang was amused, "My dear husband-in-law thinks too much. If my dear husband-in-law were to worry about it like this, we wouldn't have anything good. We would fight for it every day."
"Everyone is greedy, so be prepared." Yamazaki changed the topic, "By the way, father-in-law, your method of raising guns is just natural, right?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"If my father-in-law is not afraid of pain or trouble, you might as well come to me every day and put a drop of blood on the gun."
"A drop of blood?" Ling Haiyang pricked his finger and dropped a drop of blood on the tip of the gun, "But this?"
"Exactly." Yamazaki pointed out, and a drop of blood spread out instantly, gradually forming a blood film that enveloped the entire spear.
Then the blood film disappeared, seemingly absorbed by the spear.
"Father-in-law, raising a spear with blood is a blood refining method. This spear already has veins and will be able to channel spirits in less than three years."
"I've heard of the blood refining method, and I've used it in forging weapons, but this is the first time that a drop of blood is enough for someone like Xian Xiu."
"My spiritual consciousness is quite strong. Well, in layman's terms, I have a relatively strong Taoist heart and a relatively high Taoist practice, but my magic power is low. If I accumulate enough magic power and practice for a million years, I should be able to achieve Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, quasi-leader level."
Ling Haiyang laughed, "A good son-in-law is really not humble."
"It's not bad." Yamazaki chuckled.
"Okay, then from now on I will bother you, the quasi-cult leader, Xianxiu every day, so that I can turn this precious spear into a spiritual weapon as soon as possible."
"No problem, my son-in-law is waiting for you at any time."
Yamazaki was stunned as he spoke, because he thought of a way to turn this big ship into a spiritual weapon, so that it would be difficult for others to snatch it away.
Fortunately, only this one ship was built. If more were built and all of them turned into spiritual weapons, it would be really eye-catching.
Yamazaki explained it to Ling Haiyang, then resigned and went back to think about it slowly.
Ling Haiyang couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. This son-in-law's greatest specialty is that he dares to think, and then he can turn his ideas into reality.
This has nothing to do with Dao Xin Dao Xing. Even if he doesn't have that strength, I believe he will find other ways to achieve it.
The only difference is the cost and the time it takes.
It is truly a blessing to have such a wonderful son-in-law.
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Yamasaki calculated the surface area of the large ship, and he felt like he had lost too much blood before even bleeding.
No, you can't do it like this. He doesn't have that much blood, and he doesn't have the time to replenish blood here and release it there.
If you can't think of anything at the moment, put it down and concentrate on your work.
I was busy until night, going out to supervise Xiaobai's practice.
On the deck, looking at the sky full of stars, I thought of the method of making Lingbao - it is to use the light of stars to bless it, so that it can escape the light at night.
Of course, you must have enough mana.
…
Eighteen months passed by in a flash, and I saw the mainland in my field of vision. According to the star position, it was indeed the southwest corner of Dongsheng Shenzhou.
Near the seaside, I landed on the sea at night and flew slowly at low altitude. It took three days to fly to the coast, and then I landed in the sea and moved forward at a turtle's speed.
If we travel by sea, it may take thirty days to arrive.
Distance is indeed a scary thing.
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Spotting a small fishing boat near the coast, Yamazaki asked the larger boat to move to leeward.
When the two ships were about a mile apart, Yamazaki stood on the side of the ship, cupped his hands, and asked loudly, "The people on the ship have invited me. I have come all the way to do business here, but I don't know what is going on here."
"Can you please come forward and ask me a question?"
"Okay, come here, my descendant." An old voice came down the wind.
"Thank you, husband, please wait a moment."
Yamazaki, however, did not drive a boat or fly over. Instead, he launched a paddle boat and rowed it alone.
Ling Haiyang frowned, "Son-in-law, this is too troublesome for you. I can just fly you there."
Yamazaki smiled and said: "Father-in-law, the old man opposite may be just a mortal, and you should treat him with the courtesy of a mortal."
"I went around to leeward and let him talk upwind, and I listened downwind, and that was it."
"Flying in front of mortals is more of a show off. If it's a young person, that's all. Maybe you can give them secret books and pills to teach them how to fly."
"But that was an old man. Hearing the strong energy in his words, his energy and blood were drying up but not exhausted. I thought he was having difficulty in practicing."
"Flying in the air in front of him and showing off his magical powers would not only be showing off, but also making fun of him."
"Although we meet here by chance, we are destined to meet each other. There is no need to show off in front of others, let alone laugh at others."
"That is really a waste of today's destiny. You must know that there are six reincarnations in the immortal world. If he dies doing nothing in this life, he may become prosperous in the next life."
"Even if there is no retribution for today's good deeds in the future, it is better to get some bad retribution."
Ling Haiyang shook his head in amusement, "A good son-in-law is very eloquent. Not to mention, he thinks so far ahead that he even plans for his next life."
"My father-in-law is just kidding, we just treat each other equally, I am my elder and I am the elder of others."
"Okay, stop talking, go quickly, don't let the old man wait there for too long."
"My son-in-law takes his leave."
"Oh, by the way, do you want to bring some gifts?"
"No, we meet by chance, I'm just asking for directions. If he asks for a gift, it's a bad thing, and if I give him a gift, I'm looking down on him. We should meet again in the future, and let's wait until we meet on land, such as in the market. Buy his fish.”
"What if I buy it now?"
"It's suspected of being bought and sold by force, because he didn't say he wanted to buy it. Maybe he wanted to take it back and distribute it to the villagers."
"Ha, this is so clear. Okay, let's go."
…
Yamazaki paddled the boat over and saw clearly where the fishing net was. He walked around from the side and stopped behind the fishing boat.
There was an old man on the fishing boat, his face was covered with wind and rain, and his face, chest, arms, legs and feet were all of a strange color.
The hands are rough, the muscles of the arms are bulging, and the soles and toes of the feet are also somewhat deformed from being on the boat all the time.
It was probably convenient to wear a hat, and my gray hair was tied into several locks with straw rope.
He was wearing a raincoat with short-sleeved knee pants underneath, so he didn't have to wear long clothes and wash them.
He held a dry pipe in his hand, and there was a pungent smell of smoke left on the boat. It must have been that his sense of taste and smell were numb, so he could enjoy this strong taste.
But he was smiling broadly, and it was clear that he was doing well.
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