Chapter 11, Feixianghu. Li Huamei (Part 2)

Chapter 11, Feixianghu. Li Huamei (Part 2)

At the end of the seawall is a trestle bridge built with logs. On both sides of the trestle, there are many large merchant ships and fishing boats moored. Groups of disheveled men, women, young and old, rushed from all over the shore, rushing to board the ship and escape.

Due to the dynamic situation, no one maintained order. People on the trestle occasionally begged, scolded and beaten up. Some people were crying and looking at their own luggage, and were thrown into the sea by the crew.

——There is no way, there are too many people fleeing, but there are too few ships carrying, so naturally they cannot accommodate too many bulky houses.

Li Huamei and six or seven others who had evacuated the seawall did not mean to compete with the refugees for the ship. Instead, they turned to the underside of the trest bridge, and from behind a hidden reef, they worked together to lift a covered layer of tarpaulin, and jointly dragged out a clever sloop rowboat.

Boats like this obviously cannot travel far, let alone sailing outside the sea. Fortunately, they don’t need to travel too far - just over a mile ahead, a towering three-masted sailboat was quietly lying on the sea: like a giant beast bathed in the bright red sunshine, reflecting a gorgeous luster.

The long and streamlined hull, the thick mast that was almost towering into the clouds, the square bamboo strips and the two rows of dark cannon windows on the side of the ship, both show the unique style of combining Chinese and Western styles, and is also full of dazzling shock.

The ship statue located at the front of this warship is not a goddess or mermaid commonly used by Western ships, but a spotted tiger with fangs and claws. A pair of crimson wings grow on the tiger's back, as if it will soar into the sky at any time, choosing people to eat

This is the voter of the Eastern Sea God Mazu, the legendary ship of Admiral Li Huamei - Hangzhou

They pushed the boat into the sea together. After a short distance, Bai's veteran Yang Xien shot a signal smoke into the air. The Hangzhou on the opposite side also responded with the signal smoke, and put down the rope ladder from the side of the ship to prepare to welcome Admiral Li Huamei on board.

However, just as everyone was relieved, a sudden change occurred on the sea surface

"...... I pray for evil in heaven and the sunset is urgent and as the law is in power, shooting"

Without any warning, accompanied by a loud shout of breath, amid a rather low cloud over the bay, suddenly shot out sixteen bright red rays of rays of rays of rays of light towards the beach and sea below.

If you look closely, you will see that at the front of each ray of light, there is actually a three-legged golden crow with blazing flames all over your body.

When these rays of light just appeared, the crowded crowded on the beach stopped curiously and looked up from afar.

But when they were shocked, these sixteen golden crows of stunning flames were gliding towards their heads, the escapees who were stranding here suddenly got up. Amid the screams and screams of Hun 1, everyone began to trample on themselves, rushing towards the ship like water, trying to pull the anchor and open the ship regardless of everything, and escape from the hell that was about to be shrouded by fire and death.

However, at this moment, they had no time to react. Almost in the blink of an eye, sixteen three-legged golden crows covered with flames lined up in four horizontal and four vertical rows, and with the scorching heat of death, they descended on this beach with tens of thousands of refugees.

In an instant, earth-shaking explosions came one after another, and rows of flames, air, water columns and dust completely submerged the miserable beach. A cluster of surging flames directly blew the wooden trestle into pieces. These fragments thrown out by air created a miserable blood storm among the crowded crowd on the beach.

When the smoke and dust that blocked the sight dissipated, the people on the boat looked back and saw that the original position of the trest bridge was already covered with thick smoke and a ray of fire. Even several ships that had already started to sail were engulfed by violent flames. The refugees who were waiting to escape on the boat were either killed on the spot or burned into fireballs on the ground, which eventually turned into piles of terrifying human-shaped cokes

Even though there was a large dark green sea water separated from the flames, Li Huamei and others on the boat could still vaguely feel the burning heat coming from there.

"...Oh, it turns out that it is Hongyun Zhenren from the yushan sect, who is really careless this time."

Li Huamei couldn't help but sigh in a low voice when she looked up at the bright red cloud in the air that had just shot out the flames of golden crows.

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After the Longkong Mountain Battle three hundred years ago, the entire spiritual veins of the Central Plains were destroyed, and the way to cultivate immortals had long withered. Only outside the sea border of the Central Plains, there were still several thin spiritual veins in the southern mountains of Taiwan Island separated by clear water.

Therefore, after acting as a leader to help the Manchu Iron Cavalry enter the Central Plains, but was slaughtered by the Jin court and slaughtered the donkey. In the end, the monks who escaped by chance fled to the wild Taiwan island at that time. They put down their prejudices in the face of the existential crisis, worked together, and finally established the only remaining Taoist sect in the Eastern world, the Yushan Sect.

Afterwards, these monks who had barely recovered some of their magic powers took advantage of the geographical advantage and the high morale of the Jedi counterattack to defeat the imperial officers and shamans who came to pursue and suppress them many times. Although they could not prevent the full fall of the coastal plains of Taiwan Island, they at least defended the foundation of the sect among the mountains on the island, forcing the Tartar court to settle the status quo after heavy losses and were satisfied with this situation of maintaining confrontation.

Then, the Yushan Sect tried its best to squeeze out all the potential of this piece of cake. By servicing local natives, blackmailing the indigenous chiefs, and selling spiritual talismans, they finally obtained a certain amount of income and finally survived the survival crisis at the beginning of the sect.

However, although the ancient art of cultivation was continued on Taiwan Island, the Yushan Sect was in a cramped corner and was blocked by the court for a long time, and there was no way to raise all kinds of treasures in heaven and earth. This mountain was not a fairy mountain treasure land full of fairy grass and Ganoderma lucidum, but it was quite wild and barren. In addition to some simple talismans and inferior elixirs used to follow the dealers, the other slightly more intelligent art of refining and alchemy techniques, because they could not obtain precious raw materials and utensils, made it difficult for all the monks to cook without rice, and eventually they were all slowly lost.

What's worse is that the previous catastrophes have lost most of the martial arts of various sects, and the remaining remaining mental techniques conflict with each other. So far, no one can integrate them together and produce a relatively decent and complete training program.

Fortunately, the last bit of spiritual vein that exists in Taiwan is really shallow and chaotic. 1. It is not conducive to the introductory people's cultivation, nor is it suitable for senior monks to continue their further studies (otherwise they would have been occupied long ago and they would have established a school).

But now that there is no other choice, the monks can only sit on the impermanent spiritual vein with incomplete martial arts. Without the assistance of the Danyao treasures, they are completely fucking the fortune... However, this lucky person who has been smooth sailing in the world is only a very small number of unlucky people who have been infatuated over the years. At this point, the decline of the world's Taoist sect is ultimately inverted.

In short, the yushan sect has been passed down from generation to generation today. There are only three or five powerful monks who truly possess great supernatural powers. Moreover, even these powerful people standing at the top of the contemporary immortal cultivation world do not rely on their own cultivation skills when fighting against the enemy, but rely entirely on a few powerful immortal weapons left over from ancient times to be powerful. Don’t laugh at them for relying on external objects and not cultivating their original hearts. The other monks are even more incompetent, and they are already so desperate that they are not able to use these ancient immortal weapons.

And this Hongyun Zhenren is one of the few "strong people" in the yushan sect today.

Speaking of which, the only skill that Hongyun Zhenren himself can show is that he can fly the clouds and fog and soar in the air for a long time. The problem is that the clouds he controls when he is practicing are just like his Taoist titular, as bright red as flames, and can be seen from a distance. But why is the red cloud moving slowly? Even ordinary cavalry can't catch up with it, and cannot withstand the storm and rain. He can only move in the clear sky. It is already very eye-catching in the daytime, and it is even more eye-catching at night...

——So, when the actual j battle, the Hongyun Zhenren was often still rushing slowly dozens of miles away, and was already visible to the enemies on the ground. Next, they either tried to resist the countermeasures or fled separately.

In this way, although this Hongyun Zhenren has an ancient immortal weapon like "Chixia Sunset Ring", every time he consumes a medium-grade spirit stone, he can cast sixteen three-legged flame golden crows from it. However, the Hongyun he was riding on could not hide his body and could not catch up with the enemy. Therefore, it was very difficult to reconnaissance or air strikes, and it was forced to become a piece of ribs. At most, he could carry out fixed-point bombing to deal with some cities, fortresses and other fixed targets that would not move.

Since they were on the same Taiwan island and had once cooperated to fight against the Tartar court, Li Huamei knew the skills and weaknesses of this guy, so she didn't care much. However, she never expected that this guy would become so cunning. This time, he would take advantage of the dusk to hide in the sunset and the burning clouds, quietly approach the target with the wind, and then kill with one blow

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But at this moment, it was too late to say that regret or something - the red cloud in the sky, driven by a monk, turned the beach trek into a pulpit, slowly turned around and was about to rush towards the Hangzhou warship, which had not yet set sail in the harbor.

Looking at the panicked sailors on the battleship ahead and the red cloud in the sky that seemed to be showing off their might, Li Huamei on the boat could only sigh, and pinched a magic seal with a slightly clumsy hand and feet, throwing a talisman with aura up.

Although after experiencing this rebirth, Li Huamei is no longer an ordinary person and understands the important task entrusted to her by the sea god Mazu, as a child on the sea who is used to fighting against the bombardment and the jump gang, she is still vaguely repelled these mysterious immortal spells.

"... Heaven and earth, I would like to ask Mazu to bless you, temporarily borrow the East Ocean Zhenhai Shen Needle to drive away evil spirits and break the enemy for me Li Huamei."

With the female general's sweet shout, a golden light suddenly flashed between heaven and earth, and then a turbid rolled. A water column that was more than twenty feet thick rose from the sea. For a moment, water splashed everywhere and crashed into the red cloud floating on the sea.

In an instant, the defensive magic array set up by the Hongyun Zhenren around him was shattered by the vast power of heaven and earth in a blink of an eye, and could hardly play a role. Even the Hongyun itself had no time to avoid moving, and under the erosion of the sea water like a waterfall, it exploded a few strands of fire, and then it was instantly destroyed.

However, this Hongyun Zhenren is also a slim veteran in the world. He has experienced countless big battles in his life, and his quick decisions are extremely experienced. Therefore, he had already decisively given up Hongyun long before the water column soared into the sky, and jumped and landed steadily on a cliff by the sea. Anyway, this Hongyun was just transformed by his martial arts. Even if he was violently destroyed, his cultivation level would be slightly damaged. He could recover by meditation for a few days.

Not only that, he also raised the sunset rings of the red clouds and sunset in his hand, facing the sunset sea from afar, and shouted like a loud sound to invite the battle:

"...I am worthy of being the last remaining dragon blood from the East China Sea in the Jiuzhou of Central Plains. The divine power of the destiny of Admiral Li, the daughter of destiny who was blessed by the sea god Mazu. I have learned it, but please take another move - to confront the sky to challenge evil Chixia and the setting sun urgently as the law, shoot."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling red light had already lit up from the cliff, almost rubbing against the sea, heading straight to Hangzhou.

"... Heaven and earth, I would like to ask Mazu to bless me and use my mirror of the deep sea of ​​the dark ice to defend the enemy."

Faced with the provocation and attack of Hongyun Zhenren, Li Huamei was naturally not willing to be outdone. She immediately threw a talisman from Qianqianyu's hand and summoned a crystal clear and blue mirror that emitted a faint blue light, which just blocked the front of the Hangzhou warship.

But as soon as the Xuanbing Mirror was arranged, Li Huamei had already taken a breath of cold air and said intimately that something was wrong.

——It turns out that the sixteen three-legged golden crows shot by Hongyun this time did not form a four-horizontal and four-vertical square array like the previous bombardment of the beachhead trest bridge in order to cover the killing; instead, it was like a return geese flying south in late autumn, one after another, one after another. Even if they used magic weapons or magic to resist the bombardment of the flaming golden crow in front, there were the same fifteen.

Even a real magic weapon may not be able to withstand this high-intensity saturation blow that does not make people live

Sure enough, the first golden crow and the second golden crow hit the surface of the black ice mirror, causing almost no visible damage; but when the third and fourth ones, the mirror gradually began to appear as fine cracks as spider webs; by the fifth and sixth ones, the mirror had begun to shatter and disintegrate; when the seventh golden crow hit, the overwhelmed Xuan Ice Mirror finally "screw" and collapsed into countless crystal ice chips.

Then, the remaining nine three-legged golden crows swept across the rolling flames and rushed towards the Hangzhou battleship ahead.

Fortunately, when Hongyun Zhenren shot the Chixia Sunset Ring on the shore, it seemed that the sky was dark, insufficient light, and blurred vision, and the three-legged golden crow was aimed slightly off. The three-legged golden crow itself did not have an automatic tracking system, so the error could not be corrected...

——So, the first few flaming golden crows that broke through the Xuanbing Mirror were all rubbing the masts of the Hangzhou Crown and gliding towards the distant sea level, and they did not fall for a long time. However, before Li Huamei and others on the boat could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the last three-legged golden crow swooping down and falling straight on the main deck of the Hangzhou Crown.

In a blink of an eye, this beautiful warship that seemed majestic the moment before turned into a flaming storm, exploding and exploding sea purgatory. The sailors and passengers who were burned to death did not even have the chance to put down their lifeboats and abandon the ship to escape, and then fell into the sea with fire. There were even some more unlucky guys, who were blown to pieces by the fire that was exploded on the spot.

On the cliff by the sea, Hongyun Zhenren had already left with one blow, but he just left a threatening and harsh words with sound transmission.

"... From now on, this land of thousands of miles in Taiwan Island is the exclusive cemetery of my yushan sect. We will never allow others to get involved. We also ask Admiral Li Huamei to take care of himself. You can only dominate your seashores. Don't peek at us and other immortals."

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Looking at his beloved "Hangzhou" warship, it broke into two pieces in the blazing flames and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. Everyone on the boat looked extremely gray for a moment, and their moods fell to the bottom.

Not only was the Korean girl Song Yifeng's face pale, tears flowing like a spring, and her whole body seemed to be in a state of dismay. Even the most calm veteran Bai Yang Xien, who had always been, could not help but slam the ship's side, closing her eyes and sighing.

But as the backbone of these people, Li Huamei could not be immersed in sorrow. After picking up a few survivors and counting the supplies around her, she jumped onto the bow of the ship and announced with her hoarse throat:

"...You all saw just now that our Hangzhou sank, the rest of the ships were also destroyed, and the Taiwan Island behind it had fallen, and there was no longer our foothold on this boat. Although there was still some fresh water and dry food, it was only enough for us to last for three or four days. I'm afraid we would not be able to go to the distant Annan as planned to meet those comrades **.

So, I plan to sail northeast and try my luck to Ryukyu to see if I can ask that 'father of the nation' to help..."

For some reason, when talking about the word "Father of the Nation" that should have been a very noble and great vocabulary, the female admiral's face slightly appeared, "...I wonder what you think about this?"

Of course, the people on the boat who survived the disaster had no objection to this decision that was almost the only way out.
Chapter completed!