Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

Deus took a group of crew members back to the ship to move ingredients and utensils, preparing to have an open-air barbecue on this beautiful beach.

They didn't pay much attention to Mo Xingchen's explanation of the method of increasing the temperature of the flame. After all, there was no other Flame-Flame Fruit for them to eat.

"First of all, you need to know the three main factors that affect flame temperature: air-fuel ratio, initial temperature and initial pressure, so..."

Mo Xingchen, who was sitting casually on a clean stone, had just started talking when he saw Ace next to him. His eyes revealed a great clarity, and he could not continue.

The damn suffocating feeling when teaching Luffy's cultural class suddenly came over him. Mo Xingchen took a few deep breaths to calm his irritable mood and hypnotized himself.

It's my own child that I raised. Don't be angry, don't be angry.

He patiently explained to Escobe about the characteristics of flames, the principles of combustion, etc., breaking them down and instilling them into him bit by bit.

In order to make it easier for Ace to understand, he even did a lot of small physics experiments. For example, he was asked to light a fire and then cover it with a transparent glass bottle, so that he could visually see the flame slowly go out in the bottle.

There is also electrolysis of water to produce hydrogen, allowing Ace to feel the increase in flame temperature caused by different fuels, etc.

Before we knew it, it was already dusk. On the calm sea, the setting sun and the lone wild goose flew together, forming a beautiful picture.

At this time, a smell of meat wafted over, and Mo Xingchen stopped teaching.

"That's all for today, let's eat first."

At the banquet, Mo Xingchen smiled and quietly looked at the group of young people in front of him. They talked loudly about their ideals, blushed and whispered about the girl they had a crush on.

They laughed, chased each other, played around, made noises, and mocked each other, but they were extremely happy.

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This is also the reason why Mo Xingchen likes to play and stay with people he cares about. It's not just because of Mo Xingchen's casualness, but these people have also become anchors in Mo Xingchen's heart.

The purpose of practicing Taoism is to live longer, but immortality is a kind of poison. The longer the time, the more you lose, and the more indifferent your feelings become.

When one day you no longer care about anything in the world, are you still you?

Mo Xingchen raised the bottle of wine in his hand, toasted to the bright moon, and said softly:

"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out not to be the case. I'm a young man traveling!"

That night, Mo Xingchen was drunk.

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It was not until noon the next day, when the sun was high in the sky, that Mo Xingchen slowly opened his eyes, stretched lazily, and groaned.

He felt that he had not slept so comfortably in a long time. Now he felt refreshed and extremely comfortable all over.

Only then did Mo Xingchen slowly begin to look around. The surroundings seemed to have experienced a huge tornado. There were dense sword marks everywhere, broken trees, rubble, and gullies on the ground. It was a mess.

???

What happened last night!

Mo Xingchen suddenly realized that his right hand was still holding Chunjun, and his heart was startled. Could it be that he did this?

Where are Ace and the others?

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At this time, a group of little heads popped out from behind a huge rock that had been cut open in the upper part of a place far away from Mo Xingchen.

Ace asked quietly without turning his head:

"Luo, uncle should be awake now, right?"

"Hmm... probably!"

But Deus said:

"I think we should observe it a little longer!"

"Yeah! That makes sense!"

The next second, Mo Xingchen appeared next to the boulder, looked at the group of young men with dark circles under their eyes, and asked in confusion:

"What are you doing here?"

But the crowd did not rush to answer him. Instead, they all breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the beach.

"Great! Uncle, you are finally awake!"

"Um, what did I do last night?"

Mo Xingchen looked at Ace, who looked relieved, and his mouth twitched slightly.

"Last night you suddenly stood up with a wine jug in one hand and shouted 'Sword, come!' Then the Chunjun sword on Luo's waist flew into your hand.

You were drinking, dancing with swords, and reciting words we couldn't understand, but that didn't stop us from thinking you were so handsome at that time."

"Well... then what?"

Mo Xingchen nodded and thought about the scene. Drinking, reciting poems and dancing with swords under the moon was indeed very cool.

"Everything was fine at first, we all gathered together and applauded, then suddenly something terrible happened.

Uncle, you drink more and more, and drink faster and faster, then laugh loudly, and then there are dense flying slashes, plowing the ground in an instant,

We couldn't wake you up no matter how hard we called you, and we didn't dare to bother you, nor did we dare to sleep with you, fearing that you would kill us without us knowing why, so we hid here."

Ace had a look on his face as if he had survived a disaster, and he said it with a look of fear, and patted his chest in coordination.

After hearing what Ace said, everyone immediately nodded their heads in agreement, as if to prove that what Ace said was true and there was absolutely no exaggeration.

Even someone with Mo Xingchen's temper had a slightly hot cheek at this moment.

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The air suddenly became quiet, and there was a brief silence. Mo Xingchen seemed to want to break this damn awkward atmosphere, and said stubbornly:

"Ahem...Actually, I was still sober at that time. I just wanted to train your emergency response ability. Yeah, that's it!"

Deuce and the others could only complain silently in their hearts.

Haha, who would believe that!

Whoever is awake will dance with the sword and slash there for most of the night.

"Uncle, let's just say that if you can't drink anymore, then don't drink anymore. You don't know how terrifying it is when a strong man like you gets drunk and goes crazy."

"roll!"

After Mo Xingchen finished scolding, he took Chunjun's hand and raised it high, scaring Ace so much that he ran away.

After throwing Chunjun to Luo, they returned to the boat in a few flashes. Even a man as thick-skinned as Mo Xingchen could not bear it anymore. How could he dare to stay in front of those young people?

Starting today! Stop drinking!

But what made Mo Xingchen happy the next second was that his swordsmanship seemed to have made a breakthrough because of this drunkenness.

Wooden Sword Realm, done!

Well, from now on, just...drink less.

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Seeing Mo Xingchen fleeing in panic, these young men laughed from the bottom of their hearts. After all, seeing the embarrassment of the admiral of the navy was nothing compared to the risk of life!

At this second, the image of Mo Xingchen as a top master who was otherworldly in the minds of Deus and the others was shattered, and he seemed to have become a little more down-to-earth.

Of course, we must still respect them. They are not Ace and Law, so we can be a little naughty with them.

As the crisis eases,

After living in fear for a whole night and a morning, everyone immediately felt sleepy. Too lazy to move, they fell to the ground one by one and fell into a deep sleep.

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