Chapter 1912 Fang Xing, This Is the Good Place You Said

The three ships sailed alone on the sea, the wind was not strong, but looking at the surrounding islands and reefs made people tremble with fear.

The people who operated the boat were terrified, but Zhu Gaoxu scolded his face on the deck for exposing his face to the weather.

"... Gou Ri, if you have the ability, I will dry this king into jerky!"

Zhu Gaoxu took a sip of water after cursing a few words, and after a while the water in the water bag ran out, he threw the water bag on the deck cursingly, and then stepped on it.

If Zhu Gaoxu appeared in the capital at this moment, probably no one would recognize him.

Touching his black face, Zhu Gaoxu scolded: "How long is it?"

The guide tremblingly said: "Your Highness, it will take a few more days."

Zhu Gaoxu wanted to curse, but it had nothing to do with the guide.

He wanted to hit someone, but he didn't want to move.

So he went to the barn, took out the wine Fang Xing gave him, drank himself drunk, and then fell asleep.

As for whether the fleet will be in danger, this is simply not within the scope of Zhu Gaoxu's consideration.

Because his water quality is not good!

So he woke up and drank, drank and fell asleep, and became decadent within a few days.

When he wakes up again from a hangover, no, wakes up to be precise, he's pissed off.

"Shut up!"

Zhu Gaoxu got up from the wooden board angrily, then staggered and kicked open the hatch, startling Chang Jianxun outside the door.

"What's the noise?"

Zhu Gaoxu rubbed the corners of his eyes, rubbing off a big lump of eye gum.

"Your Highness, I saw land!"

Chang Jianxun said with some sadness and joy.

He doesn't like the sea, he always feels helpless in the sea, he prefers to have his feet on the ground.

But according to the emperor's intentions, Zhu Gaoxu will be sent overseas if he doesn't manage well in the future, and he will definitely follow...

"you are not happy?"

Zhu Gaoxu stared and asked,

But he didn't feel very happy, because there were no buildings on the coastline he saw.

Chang Jianxun hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, you are happy! Everyone is happy."

yes! After taking this route again, even the guide was not sure. Now seeing the land, the feeling of narrow escape makes people can't help but be ecstatic.

So now everyone is cheering, and one sailor pissed into the sea triumphantly, shouting: "This is a greeting ceremony!"

"Is this the Da Dao that Fang Xing mentioned?"

Zhu Gaoxu looked around, and there was indeed no end in sight.

"Where's cute?"

Zhu Gaoxu pointed to the gradually clear shore and asked, "Where are the people? Where are the natives that Fang Xing mentioned?"

Chang Jianxun wanted to say that he didn't know, but he was afraid that Zhu Gaoxu, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, would lose his temper, so he said, "Your Highness, it's probably not at the beach."

The fleet slowly headed towards the shore, Zhu Gaoxu was dressed neatly, and when he was about to meet the natives, he would pose as the prince of Ming Dynasty, exuding a domineering aura.

The lead ship docked, and a team of sergeants went ashore. After adapting to the land, they began to search forward.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment."

The shore is green and the trees are towering. Chang Jianxun is worried that there will be natives living here. When the time comes, they will suddenly rush out.

Zhu Gaoxu pushed him away with one hand, and shouted: "Change the boat to dock!"

The boss of this fleet is Zhu Gaoxu, so no one dares to disobey his decision.

As soon as the boat touched the shore, Zhu Gaoxu was the first to step on the plank, frightening Chang Jianxun half to death.

As soon as Zhu Gaoxu stepped on the land, he looked around, and then carefully looked at the various traces on the ground.

"Mad! Someone!"

Zhu Gaoxu saw the footprints, which appeared to be bare feet, and the direction was towards the sea.

"Search!"

Zhu Gaoxu, who had been held back on the boat for a long time, rushed into the woods with his men. The sailors looked at each other, and one of them asked, "Your Highness didn't arrange for us!"

The sailors had no choice but to return to the ship and start overhauling various places.

Two hours later, when it was getting dark, Zhu Gaoxu came out of the forest in a panic.

The sailors saw that they were in a panic, and some people were even injured, so they hurried ashore. When he got closer, he saw that even Zhu Gaoxu's arms had bandage marks, and there were more than ten people behind him, and he was shocked.

This is Daming's mighty prince! Was actually defeated?

"Made! Cook! Hurry up and cook!"

As soon as Zhu Gaoxu arrived at the shore, he sat on the ground and sulked.

Everyone has been on the ship for a long time, and they also have some acquaintances. One sailor quietly asked a familiar sergeant.

"Those natives have a weapon that can fly back when thrown out. Our people suffered a loss, and His Highness was furious. He brought people... you know."

"Will you fly back?"

"That's right, I saw that the thing wasn't coming towards me, but it would turn around..."

Even though Zhu Gaoxu, who suffered a loss, won in the end, he was extremely depressed.

"Is this what Fang Xing said, a place full of beauty and meat?"

As the smoke rose, Zhu Gaoxu kicked and beat his men, telling them to go to the boat and move the tent down.

"I don't want to live in that stuffy cabin any more. Just farting will stink for a long time!"

Zhu Gaoxu grabbed a handful of grass with soil and threw it out, looking extremely depressed.

The meat on the boat was all dried meat, which was in line with Zhu Gaoxu's wishes. He ordered dried meat, a large bowl of noodles, and a water bag of wine, and sat on the grass to eat.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt came out of nowhere, Zhu Gaoxu raised his head and scolded: "God thief, if you have the ability, a thunderbolt will strike you to death!"

Boom!

Thunder came again as he wished.

Zhu Gaoxu took a bite of the jerky, then ate a chopsticks of noodles, looked up at the thunder and thunder, and cursed: "Come on! If you don't come, it's my grandson!"

He continued to work hard, and the sailors and sergeants stared blankly at the horizon.

No, not Skyrim!

Lightning is ahead!

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck the forest ahead, and the tallest tree slowly fell down with thick smoke.

Zhu Gaoxu scolded while eating, and the thunder and lightning became more and more dense.

"Your Highness, Your Highness... Your Highness!"

Zhu Gaoxu was struggling to bite the jerky, when he heard the words, he cursed: "What are you doing trembling? I...uh..."

Zhu Gaoxu raised his head slowly, and then murmured: "Fang Xing, you lazy person, is this the good place you said?"

The setting sun in the sky turned orange, but now this orange was gradually blocked by things.

"It's like... a big mushroom!"

In this sleepy exclamation, a huge 'mushroom' appeared on the horizon.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, this big mushroom looks as white as snow. The upper umbrella is indescribably thick, and the lower umbrella handle is also extremely thick.

Boom!

The thunder kept falling, and the lightning fell from the big mushroom, looking pale.

But the faces of the Ming soldiers sitting on the ground eating were paler than lightning.

"What's this?"

The big mushroom moved slowly, becoming clearer and clearer.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, the thick canopy made of clouds looks white in the air.

But below, the bottom of the canopy, which is blocked from sunlight because the canopy hangs down, is strangely dark.

The huge umbrella handle was pulled a little crookedly, and no one knew what was under the umbrella handle.

"What's this?"

Zhu Gaoxu got up, holding a half-baited dried lamb leg in his left hand, and a wine bag in his right hand.

"God!"

A sailor knelt down trembling all over, and shouted: "The dragon sucks water! This is the dragon sucks water!"

Another sailor murmured, "That's not how a dragon absorbs water, it's not that big."

"No, this is not a dragon sucking water!"

One of the sailors turned suddenly and ran, shouting as he ran, "It's a monster! It's a monster!"

Various legends of gods and monsters have been popular in the Central Plains for many years, and then supplemented from generation to generation, and finally formed a systematic myth.