Chapter 1, Disorder
I think you should just let it go, Ma Biao! From what I can see, this young man seems to be quite mute! Pressing him like this won't yield any results! It would be better to invite the owner over!" The thin, dark old man holding the bowl looked at Yu Xiaotian, who could only manage a few chuckles but was unable to speak, and then addressed the armed thug.
Do not believe it, just look at this fellow's hands; the knuckles are calloused, indicating that he is someone who has practiced martial arts, at least trained in boxing and kicking! Such a person of unknown origin cannot be kept; it would be better to throw him back into the sea! Let us consider that we never fished him up in the first place!
Just as he impatiently threw off his shirt and began jumping around the stern near several engines, several high-powered engines ignited almost without warning. In an instant, a tremendous thrust propelled the vessel forward like a wild stallion breaking free, roaring as it surged ahead
At that moment, a thin, black old man with a tuft of goatee came over from the stern, carrying a bowl of water. He said, "Make some room! This person seems to have fainted from thirst; a bowl of water should be enough to bring him back to consciousness!"
A fierce-looking black man lowered his head to look at the young man lying unconscious by the ship's railing. He swung his hand and struck the young man's face hard. With a crisp sound of the slap, the young man's head jerked to the side, leaving a handprint on his face. This sudden pain seemed to jolt the young man back to some awareness, and his breathing became heavier, yet he still did not immediately open his eyes. The young man's head jerked again, and the handprint remained on his face, causing him to take a deep breath as if the sting on his cheek was gradually bringing him back to consciousness, though he still did not open his eyes right away.
However, having just awakened, his strength had not yet recovered. His soft and limp limbs and body prevented him from rising, leaving him with no choice but to continue lying feebly on the deck.
The result caught Xiaotian off guard, causing him to stumble. He barely had time to let out a gasp before being thrown into the sea. In the blink of an eye, his uncle had piloted the large flying vessel out of the mist, and he was never seen again.
Reflecting back a few days, he, under the repeated persuasion of his uncle, ultimately succumbed to temptation and boarded his uncle's large speedboat (a type specifically used for maritime smuggling). They set out to sea with the intention of bringing back a batch of smuggled mobile phones and laptops. His uncle promised that upon their return, he would certainly receive his share of the benefits, ensuring that he would not have to worry about money for at least a year and a half. Engaging in this business venture would be far more comfortable and lucrative than his current role as a sparring partner at the fighting club, where he merely served as a punching bag, or secretly participating in underground boxing matches.
As this clear water entered his stomach, it rapidly nourished his burning internal organs, much like parched earth receiving rain, and the functions of various organs that had nearly exhausted themselves were immediately restored to operation
However, his wish was not immediately fulfilled. Therefore, Yu Xiaotian made an effort to open his eyes, wanting to understand his current situation. As he opened his eyes, a blinding ray of sunlight immediately pierced his vision, forcing him to quickly close his eyes again. After a moment of adjustment, he slowly opened his eyes once more, and his pupils began to move and focus on the objects in front of him.
The wind on the sea is not strong; although the surface of the water is undulating, it does not appear particularly turbulent. All of this converges to form an extremely beautiful picture, yet an old two-masted wooden sailboat somewhat detracts from the unique beauty of the sea.
At the moment when Xu Xiaotian was in a daze, a fierce-looking black man suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, wielding a rusted long knife. He struck Xu Xiaotian's cheek with the blade and shouted loudly: "Kid! Quickly tell me, who are you? How did you end up floating in the sea? If you don't answer honestly, be careful that my brother Biao will chop you up with one stroke!"
The deck was strewn with tangled ropes and some tattered fishing nets piled on the floor, making the ship appear filthy. However, no one paid attention to these matters. A few individuals dressed in worn gray or black clothing moved about the ship with blank expressions, occasionally adjusting the sails and steering the vessel, yet very few lifted their eyes to admire the breathtaking scenery of sea and sky. To them, everything had long since become a matter of course.
In the past, there was a pirate named Li Guangtou in these waters, who was bald and specialized in robbing ships at sea. In my opinion, this person must be a pirate; it is possible that he had a conflict with his accomplices and was thrown into the sea by them, or he was forced to jump into the sea.
In the midst of his confusion, Yu Xiaotian felt a stream of clear, fresh water entering his parched mouth. Driven by the primal instinct for survival, he immediately began to gulp it down.
Liu Laoliu is right; this young man truly seems to be mute! He opens his mouth but cannot speak; if he is not mute, then what is he? Where are there mute pirates?
Yuxiao Tian's head is even more confused, pirates? In this day and age, where along the Chinese coast can there still be pirates! What on earth is going on!
He opened his mouth, intending to express his gratitude first and then casually inquire about the situation. However, at that moment, he realized that due to his prolonged drifting at sea, coupled with dehydration and shouting for help, he had temporarily lost his voice, and although he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
He is eager to explain, but he cannot articulate his thoughts, and he does not know sign language. He can only lie on the deck, feeling anxious, to the point of rolling his eyes in frustration. Suddenly, a term "transcendence" flashes through his mind.
However, the scene that immediately came into his view left him even more disoriented! The chaotic and filthy deck of the ship, the two tattered bamboo sails, the rusted iron anchor at the bow, and the wooden pulley used for raising and lowering the sails all indicated that this was an authentic Chinese ancient sailing ship. Moreover, the vessel beneath him was rising and falling, signifying that the ship was sailing on the sea. Apart from the white clouds in the sky and the occasional appearance of a few seagulls, he could see nothing else.
Occasionally, a few seabirds appear in the sky, intermittently emitting sharp cries before swiftly diving towards the water's surface to catch a small fish or shrimp. In the blink of an eye, they joyfully flap their wings and soar back into the sky. On the surface of the sea, schools of flying fish can also be seen leaping out of the water with great effort, gliding through the air for a distance before re-entering the sea.
The fierce man, known to many as Ma Biao, after hearing this, carefully examined He Tushu and Xu Xiaotian, and shook his head, saying: "You guys shouldn't easily trust this fellow! I don't think he looks like a monk; how can a monk not have burned marks from his戒疤?"
Until the entire bowl of water was poured into Xiao Tian's mouth, the thin, dark old man removed the empty porcelain bowl from his lips. Xiao Tian, with his cracked lips, continued to chase after the bowl of water, as if he had not yet had enough to drink and still wanted to take a few more sips
However, the great sun hanging high in the sky immediately made him realize that these people could not be malevolent spirits, as it is said that such spirits cannot operate in sunlight. Since they could move about in the sunlight, they must certainly be living people. This led him to a conclusion: he was still alive
The azure sea undulates with waves, gently lapping against the hull of the ship, producing a sound akin to rustling. Gazing into the distance, the sea and sky merge into one, making it indistinguishable where the sea ends and the sky begins. The sun, suspended high in the sky, strives to cast its intense rays upon this expanse of ocean, causing the water to shimmer with glistening reflections
Yu Xiaotian was both shocked and frightened, and somewhat at a loss for words. What pirates, monks, and young masters! What on earth is going on! These people spoke in a way that seemed completely out of place for his time; their language resembled that of ancient times. Moreover, their manner of speaking was vastly different from that of modern people, making him feel even more that these individuals were akin to ancient people.
A few men surrounding the young man laughed and made way, while a thin, old man squatted beside him, bringing a coarse porcelain bowl filled with water to the young man's lips. A stream of clear water slowly began to flow into the young man's cracked lips
After Yu Xiaotian understood this principle, he was suddenly filled with overwhelming joy; he had not died, he was still alive. He quickly turned his head to survey his surroundings and observe the environment he was in
However, at this moment, it was evident that something was happening on the ship. A few individuals were gathered on one side of the ship's railing, looking down at something, seemingly engaged in a debate about the matter.
The first thing that caught his eye was the faces of several dark-skinned men, their long hair coiled atop their heads, and various styles of beards adorning their chins. These individuals displayed a range of expressions: some were curious, others had a look of apprehension, and they all had rather unattractive appearances. This made Yu Xiaotian's heart skip a beat, as he thought he had encountered the fierce spirits of the underworld. He quickly attempted to sit up and struggled to retreat, wanting to avoid these dark-skinned men.
At the moment when Yu Xiaotian was anxiously searching for a clear situation, the fierce man struck him again with the rusty waist knife in his hand, shouting sternly at him: "Speak up! Don't pretend to be deaf and mute! Honestly, are you a pirate? Did your accomplices throw you into the sea?"
Thus, unable to resist his uncle's persuasion, Xiaotian embarked on his treacherous journey. He recalled that before setting sail, he was filled with anticipation, planning to use the money he would earn from this trip to immediately acquire the model of the beloved "Constitution" sailing warship, and to personally craft a beautiful model of the Constitution.
Look at his head; he might as well be a monk. If he accidentally fell into the sea, he could have drifted here!" Others around echoed the thin, dark old man, speaking to the fierce man with the knife, and foolishly pointed at Yu Xiaotian's crew cut, speculating about his identity.
When he awoke again, he found himself on this extraordinarily peculiar Chinese junk, where he saw a group of strangely dressed individuals
He drifted alone on the sea, clutching a piece of driftwood, for a full three days. In the end, he could no longer withstand the torment of severe dehydration and hunger, and fell into a coma.
This is an old Chinese sailboat, slowly making its way through the sea propelled by two tattered bamboo sails. The wooden hull, darkened over time, no longer reveals its original wood color. The planks near the waterline are covered with numerous barnacles, occasionally interspersed with a few sea anemones, which further contribute to the boat's clumsy and sluggish appearance
However, shortly after setting sail, the large vessel they were navigating suddenly plunged into a mysterious mist that had inexplicably risen. The several high-powered engines on board almost simultaneously shut down and could not be restarted. Even more strangely, various components on the ship seemed to malfunction all at once, leaving the two individuals adrift helplessly in this peculiar fog.
Shortly after Yu Xiaotian fell into the water at m.hetushu.com, the strange thick fog quickly dissipated. However, during this time, Yu Xiaotian seemed to have been drawn into some void. When the mist cleared, his uncle, Da Fei, no longer appeared in his line of sight
He opened his mouth eagerly, weakly raising his hand to gesture as if to explain, but he still only opened his mouth and could not produce any sound.
A young man, appearing tall and muscular, lies bare-chested on the ship's railing, his eyes tightly closed, his complexion pale, and his lips cracked with numerous bleeding fissures. The skin on his limbs seems to have been submerged in seawater for an extended period, taking on a whitish hue, with many wrinkles appearing on it. Beneath him lies a pool of water, clearly indicating that he has just been rescued from the sea by the crew of this ship, and he is in a state of unconsciousness. The skin on his limbs seems to have been submerged in seawater for an extended period, taking on a whitish hue, with many wrinkles appearing on it. Beneath him lies a pool of water, clearly indicating that he has just been rescued from the sea by the crew of this ship, and he is in a state of unconsciousness
In the midst of his confusion, Yu Xiaotian was instructed by his uncle to check the engine at the stern of the ship. However, after a thorough inspection, he found no issues with the engines; the fuel lines and electrical circuits were all functioning normally, yet they still could not be started
At first, Xu Xiaotian was startled, and then he became completely dazed
"It doesn't look like it at all! This mute definitely isn't a monk! Look at him! This fellow is tall and strong, with delicate skin and tender flesh! How could a monk be so tall and robust? He must be the mute young master of a wealthy family, kidnapped by pirates for ransom, had his hair shaved off, and was thrown into the sea when they couldn't get the ransom! I guess they planned to kill him after realizing they wouldn't get the money!" Someone immediately chimed in, starting to unleash their imagination and speculate about Yu Xiaotian's identity. I guess they planned to kill him after realizing they wouldn't get the money!" Someone immediately chimed in, starting to unleash their imagination and speculate about Yu Xiaotian's identity.
As he gained clarity about his surroundings, he turned his attention to the people gathered around him. He noticed that these dark-skinned, short-statured men were all dressed in gray or black traditional garments, resembling a scene from a historical film or television drama. Unfortunately, there were no cameras or any modern items visible on the ship. After observing this peculiar scene, along with the oddly styled, antiquated sailboat, Yu Xiaotian felt a temporary mental block, as if his mind had been filled with a vat of glue, leaving him unable to comprehend his situation.