The eastern sky is fishy white.After the tide goes out, there are clouds and currents flowing on the sea.The wind blowing from the sea is more salty than other places, like a shura field full of rotting corpses.For more than three hundred years since the founding of the country, there have been constant battles in the southeast seas. I don't know how many sailors and soldiers have lost their lives. Under the blue lead-cold sea water, I don't know how much blood, loyalty and spirit are hidden. A well-known secret. For example, the treasure ship just now, with nine masts and twelve sails, is as tall as a mountain and as strong as a city. It is the flagship of the navy of the country.Such a treasure ship only paused in the sea for a short while before being swallowed by the eddy current.The cold and dirty sea water poured into the cabin, and the sailors screamed and fought for it. Before they could grab the sampan, their body was pierced by the broken wooden oars. The general held a long sword and sat upright like a bell. …

The sea and sky are wide, the waves are calm and the clouds are drooping.Muscles are rotten into mud, dentary bones are crushed into white sand, strands of wandering souls are turned into cold and ignorant fish, and green blood sinks into the abyss, turning into clumps of coral trees as red as agate and white as bright jade.Perhaps the legendary Abi Hell is hidden in the depths of the ocean currents, where layers upon layers are filled with infinite injustice and infinite misery. The old internal officer leading the horse waited for too long and couldn't help but persuade: "It's getting late, let's go back."

The man seemed to shake his head.The delicate face covered by the big hat is still a bit childish.This face was blown by the cold wind for a long time, and it was as if it was covered with a thin layer of ice, and no expression could be seen. "If you don't leave, I'm afraid people from Zhongjing Mansion will find out." The internal official urged. The boy finally turned around, walked out of the gazebo slowly, and couldn't help but look back. "Going home?" he said softly. Following his line of sight, it turns out that there is actually a plaque hanging on the abandoned gazebo among the cliffs. The paint has peeled off over time, and the handwriting is blurred. Emotion extraordinary.This place has high cliffs, dangerous roads and few people, but the view is excellent. The pavilion was probably built for the purpose of patrolling the border.Storms at sea are unpredictable, so the pavilion was named "Guiguilai", which should mean praying for the safety of the soldiers on the expedition.

"Go back." He repeated the plaque, his voice very soft and thin, "but Mr. Qin will never come back..." The old internal official was about to persuade him, when he suddenly saw his eyes turn cold. Far away where the water and the sky meet, a cloud of shadows appears at some point, like a boat but green and verdant, like a distant mountain but with lights flickering, hazy. The young man was stunned, thinking that the sunken treasure ship had surfaced again.Holding on to the pavilion pillar, he wobbled and almost fainted. "It's a sea market." The old internal official said repeatedly, "It's just a sea market. Look, Your Highness, it's not a boat, but a mountain shadow. I heard from the fishermen here that the mountains in the sea market are the Penglai where the gods live. Mountain. Your Highness has seen the fairy mountain, which is a good sign."

The blood slowly crawled back to the white jade-like cheeks, the young man's emotions calmed down, and he remembered that the man had surpassed the world of mortals, and he sighed unknowingly. Looking back, the phantom in the sky gradually dissipated, and there was no trace of Penglai Island.In front of you is the vast sea, where the water and the sky are the same color; behind you are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, beautifully laid out.