The more advanced the cultivation level, the more the pace of his life, the more he is in line with the world around him. He lay on the branches, just like the fruits growing on the trees, naturally and harmoniously. The cold wind from the sea blew by the winter night, and the dry branches swayed back and forth with him, making a comeback and interest in the moonlight.

The next day, Fangchang arrived in the sea again, and went straight down to the extremely deep place.

There is no sunshine here all year round, and the seabed under my feet still tilts deeper on a steep slope. However, the seabed terrain is complex and there is also flat ground. The creatures here are strange shapes. Fangchang casually touched two flat fat fish, and then found two clams to take them back.

Cooked carefully, it tasted pretty good, but there were no beads in the clam.

He washed the pots and bowls, walked back to the boat and searched, but found only a small shovel with no other hand tools. He held it in his hand and weighed it twice. He returned to the campfire, covered the fire with sand and stone, recovered the surroundings, jumped back to the boat and set sail eastward.

After walking three or five miles away, Fang Chang looked back.

But I saw this small desert island he had been around, surrounded by spiritual energy, and no longer had the appearance of the past as a dry and dry mind.

Perhaps in a hundred years, this place will become a place where birds sing and flowers scent, just because there are practitioners who stay here and break through here. However, the future has nothing to do with the longevity, so he would not care. He turned his head and adjusted the direction of the sail, the boat tilted slightly, and drove east faster.

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There are many small islands on the sea and there are many people scattered islands.

Among these islands, there are crisscrossing waterways connecting them together, bringing vitality and communication to each island, constantly breaking their closed atmosphere.

Many ships sailed on these channels, carrying people, and the properties on the islands or land were exchanged everywhere for money or local food products, earning the difference and making a lot of profits. The residents and managers on the island were also very welcome to various merchant ships.

For the people, the passing ships can bring in short supply, practical and scarce supplies, and can also exchange the backlog of goods here. For the island managers, merchant ships can not only bring information around, but also taxes.

However, although the islands did not forget to collect information from other places, there were only a few naval sites that could be raised, and the remaining few ships did not have the ability to land. Therefore, although there were many forces in the East China Sea, it was difficult for force to conquer and unify each other.

The square leader stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the boat on the distance.

Some people noticed a fishing boat here and ordered the big boat to come up to find out if there were any delicious catches. They were willing to pay for it, but Fang Chang refused.

He just asked, "Where is the nearest port?"

The people on the boat were a little disappointed when they saw that there were no new fishing catches, but he raised his hand and pointed to the front and replied: "Then there is almost the largest island in a radius of hundreds of miles. There are many people on it, and there is no problem with supply. Sin should be a good place for me. There are many fishing boats there, and it is easy to take action on the fishing catch."

"Okay, thank you, I wish you a good journey!"

Fang Changgong bowed to thank him, then turned around and followed the big ship that was getting farther and farther away, slowly heading straight ahead.

Birds soar on the water, and it is close to the shore.

Fang Chang gradually landed and found that it was indeed a big port, just like the one on the boat I met before.

There were no less than fifty berths alone, and most of them were parked with ships, and several were entering and leaving the port. Fang Chang was on the berth and saw the ship just now, but there were no people on it, and only some dock workers were carrying cargo bags half a person high from the ship.

"Fishing boats cannot stop here! Three miles north, there is a special fishing boat port!"

Some members of the port came over in small boats and shouted here.

"Okay."

Fang Chang responded and drove the boat around and then went to the place where the fishing boat was moored.

Since there is no freezing here, fishing boats keep coming and going in winter, unloading the fish caught in the sea, either taking action directly or simply taking action. Therefore, a large number of shorter restaurants are also opened here, providing various services to these fishermen at affordable prices.

There is a teahouse, a small restaurant, a small winehouse, and a person wearing a shabby robe standing there and telling a book.

After a long period of hard work, after a few days when only fish and sea breezes and waves were accompanied by the fishermen's favorite thing was to sell the catch, have a bowl of drinks here, chat and brag about each other, or hear the storyteller telling two stories about loyal ministers, filial sons, talented men and beautiful women, and then go home with the money in his pocket and spend money.

Fang Chang looked at it, then he followed the people around him, walked to a wine stall, found a table to sit down, and then said to the shopkeeper:

"Warm a bowl of wine, and then two dishes to prepare the wine and things."

The shopkeeper said a huh, turned around and went to warm the wine to serve the dishes. The business here is good. On this cold winter day, drinking a bowl of warm wine can make people warm all over, which is the most comfortable.

Fang Chang was wearing a white dress, with a sword on his back, let alone the big wine gourd on his waist, which looked exactly like the fishermen who were eating and drinking here. However, due to Fang Chang's cultivation, no one or fish or shrimp cared about this.

Two more people sat down next to Fang Chang and asked for wine.

Although it seemed that they didn't know each other, the two people in front of them chatted for a few simple words in the gap when they were waiting for the shopkeeper to warm up their wine, and soon started chatting with each other.

"How is your time here this year?" said the questioner, sounding like he was consulting a drinker on another big island.

"There's nothing."

"Okay!" The person who asked suddenly slapped the table, which scared several people around him. Then he praised: "The peace is nothing, isn't it the best time to be in the year? Everyone, right?"

Although they were a little whispered, everyone still believed this and nodded.

The shopkeeper came over with a few wine bowls. With his memory, he divided Fang Chang one bowl and allocated the bowls in the tray to others one by one, without any mistakes.

"Well, good wine."

Fang Chang praised that at least for those who are willing to sit in this shed, the wine here is good. This wine is strong enough and not mixed with water. Although it is a bit turbid, it is the taste of the strong wine, and it has nothing to do with the most popular among fishermen here.
Chapter completed!