The sea is very big and I haven't even seen a boat on the road.

Looking around, there is no water but water, and there is no trace of land at all. However, this place is still an archipelago. Occasionally, water birds pass by the sea with their bodies obliquely.

Fang Chang simply took the sail back to the mast and put it down, then let go of the oars, shaking the boat like an arrow from the string, cutting through the waves and moving forward vigorously. So the small fishing boat crushed the waves on the bow and raised it slightly, and the water marks on both sides and the stirring foam spread from afar.

It's a bit interesting.

After half a day, Fang Chang saw that there was already a shadow of land in front of him. After another quarter or two, he had already begun to look for a parking position.

There were many obstacles around the island. Even though he could know the location of each reef and reef, he was still very careful before he parked the boat in a small bay and tied it to the tree with a long rope.

Tighten the wrapping strap on his body, Fang Chang jumped off the boat and walked dozens of steps towards the island. Suddenly, he turned around and untied the rope tied to the boat again. Then, he walked to the side of the boat, grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, raised it gently, and stuffed the boat into his backpack.

Then he turned around again, left the small water bay that had become calm again, and walked towards the island.

The island is not big, and the terrain is a bit rugged. Several small hills are spread out on the island, and the hillsides are full of dead grass and branches, which makes it look a bit desolate. It is definitely not enough to support a large population here, after all, this terrain should not open up any fields.

It is a stream about a foot wide, which proves that the island has fresh water as rumored.

There are more and more people.

For example, the traces of cutting down on some branches, such as some footprints.

Then, a smoke rose in the valley and dissipated with the wind as it gradually rose. Fang Chang looked at the smoke traces, then looked at the sky, and said intimately: This should be the person inside cooking supper.

Walking further inside, there is indeed a clearing in the valley that can accommodate people.

Several fields were scattered around, but now it is winter, and you can only see the ridges and surrounding crop straws, and nothing is growing in the fields. The stream I saw when I got ashore was flowing through here, and a small pond was dug in the middle to make it easier to fetch water there.

There are several low fence walls on the edge of the field. The fences are isolated and not closed to each other, so there is no sign of what is surrounding them.

Inside, there is a simple thatched hut.

It can be seen that the people who built the house are not very good. Although the materials are solid, they are a little crooked, and the straw is covered very thickly. It seems that for fire prevention, the place where the smoke from cooking is raised is a small shed not far away, with a stove supported by several stones, and things are boiled in clay pots.

Fang Chang did not add the state of "why meet each other" to his body, but he stood there and still naturally integrated into the world, which was difficult to detect. So he had to use a small spell on himself to make himself the current focus.

After all, in his spiritual consciousness, the people in the hut did not have cultivation.

Almost at the same time, someone walked out of the thatched house, holding a wooden spoon in his hand, as if he had just left the stove and went back to the house to get the spoon.

As soon as he left the house, the man couldn't help but turn his gaze to where Fang Chang was.

Seeing someone coming, the other party was shocked and grabbed the soup spoon tightly, his eyes a little surprised. After calming down, he shouted:

"Who is coming? What's the matter?"

Fang Chang looked at the person who came out of the room slightly. His clothes were worn, but he could still see some signs of washing. However, his eyebrows were long, his beard had not been shaved for a long time, and his hair was messy. In addition, his age made his hair slightly gray, which was really a bit scary. No wonder he was called a "weird" in the rumors.

So he said loudly to the strange man at the door of the house: "I am from the Central Plains. I heard that there is a soldier on the island, and I came here to visit him."

Although this uninvited white-clothed guest naturally made people feel a little closer, the weirdo still angrily said, "What's there to visit? I'm not a good man. There's nothing worth visiting in this broken island. Don't disturb me."

Fang Chang didn't care and said with a smile: "I'll be a guest after all, so don't you ask me to go in and talk?"

He had already seen that this island had nothing to do with the demon clan Qinglong Training Hall he was looking for, but the weird guy in front of him aroused his curiosity, so he asked, wanting to learn about the story inside.

The weirdo was not stubborn. After hearing what Fang Chang said, he stood there for a moment, then sighed, then put down his hand holding the spoon, and used his other hand to make a "please come in" posture.

Fang Chang smiled slightly and walked forward with his foot.

He took out his backpack without any trace with his right hand, pulled out some bacon and other food in his hand, took the salt and carried it as a gift, and walked into the thatched hut.

The other party then walked in, carried two bowls of corn porridge, put one of them in front of Fang Chang, and started to drink it as if there was no one around. Fang Chang also picked up a coarse porcelain bowl, regardless of the coolness and heat of the corn porridge, and drank it all in one go.

This action made the person on the other side stunned for a moment: "Hey! Be careful."

Seeing that the strange man in white had nothing to do, the strange man continued to drink the porridge until he had drunk it all. He took the kettle next to him, poured the water into the bowl, shook it slightly, and continued to drink it all without leaving any millet in the bowl.

Fang Chang looked back and forth at the thatched hut. The house was built in a solid shape and there were no traces of water leakage. The lighting in the house was not good, and several homemade table stands were distributed around, with some daily necessities on it.

A wooden bed lying beside the window, the bedding on it was very old and had many repair marks. Then there were several sets of books, neatly placed on the shelf, and it seemed that they were always cared for carefully.

Curiosity became even more intense. He looked at the weird guy opposite and asked:

"What do you call me?"

"The name doesn't matter, just like I don't care about your name." The weirdo packed up two bowls and looked at the things that were brought down below. "If you have any questions, just ask them directly. If I know, I will naturally answer them. For these reasons - salt is not often available here."

"It's just a simple curiosity." Fang Chang said sincerely, "Originally, I came here to investigate some things, but it seems that this place has nothing to do with what I'm investigating. But seeing you makes people very curious, why do you want to live in this inconvenient place?"

The weirdo carefully packed the bag of salt, placed the snacks and bacon on the shelf next to it, and then looked at the square eyes and said:

"Actually, there's nothing to be curious about."

"I am from the Central Plains just like you, but when I come here, I am not going to go back."
Chapter completed!