Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

Silas answered in the negative.

Previously, the reason why the "Vera" was not completed was simply due to human and financial constraints.

Now, these two things have been solved by the new patriarch. The old man just feels like a fish in water and has no idea of ​​​​advancing. There is no need for his employer to worry about it.

Seeing that the shipbuilding matter was on track, Qi Ya did not stay longer at the scene, but went straight home to read the navigation books he bought from the clan elders' association.

Dinner was at Patricia's restaurant.

Since his personal wealth has bottomed out due to his increasing appetite, all future expenses will be recorded in the accounts of the clan elders' association... This is also one of the clan leader's rights.

At first, the young swordsman felt a little guilty.

But after seeing the luxurious life of the Emerson family, Qi Ya truly understood that poverty did limit his imagination, and that little entanglement disappeared.

He only had to wait for Silas and the others to build the boat in a week before he would go out to sea for adventure.

As Silas said, "The sea is cruel." Qi Ya is not completely sure that he can break through the ring current, let alone that he can come back alive after failure.

Therefore, the idea of ​​​​reforming the island's system was only fleeting.

To him, this thing was meaningless; to the villagers, there was also a question mark as to whether changes were really needed.

No longer thinking about these things, after returning home with a full stomach, Qi Ya went to the backyard and drew out his Western sword "Garcia", gradually improving his proficiency.

The current proficiency of [Intermediate Swordsmanship] is 351200/1000000. It will become increasingly difficult to advance in the future, and as the number of tasks increases, he no longer has a long period of time to improve his proficiency.

After working hard for 3 hours and raising it to 1300 points, the young man passed by and went back to the house to sleep.

That night, Qi Ya had a long dream.

In the dream, Yu's father and Yu's mother, who were just ordinary employees of the township government, first heard the bad news of the death of their son. They both fell ill, and they were cared for by the newly married elder sister.

It was also with the comfort of the elder sister that his parents gradually recovered from the pain. Then with the help of the whole family, Yu Yi saw his body being taken out and cremated in the hospital morgue, and finally placed in his hometown Xiangshan Mausoleum. In the nearby cemetery.

The unlucky school and the mobile phone company each paid a fairly generous sum of money.

At the funeral, there were some who showed their true feelings, some who pretended to be sad, some who were actually secretly happy, some who calculated the compensation and deliberately cheated them, and even all kinds of ghost neighbors around them asking about the situation.

The dream lasted until he opened his eyes the next day. Qi Ya felt a little wet under his pillow.

"It's so disgusting. When did I drool when I slept?"

He muttered, trying to pretend to rub his sleepy eyes naturally, and wipe the water stains from the corners of his eyes.

As soon as the calloused fingers from swinging the sword touched the corners of his eyes, it was as if a switch had been pressed, and tears welled up.

Qi Ya immediately pulled up the quilt and covered his head. He felt that there was something in his chest that was so strong that it could not be dissolved, controlling his emotions.

The scene in the dream was something he tried his best to avoid thinking about after discovering that he had passed through his soul.

That was a thunderbolt that had been buried deep in his heart before he had time to detonate it. He thought he could control his emotions well, but now it seemed that he had overestimated himself.

After calming down, Qi Ya began to trace the clues that evoked the dream about the previous life.

It makes no sense that something he had hidden for more than three months that was still in good condition was suddenly set on fire yesterday, right?

He soon thought of the bitter past stories told by the old shipwright Silas, and his heart became filled with mixed emotions.

Reason told him that immersing himself in this sad atmosphere now would not benefit his parents in his previous life, nor would he benefit himself now.

After lying down for another half hour, the emotional influence gradually weakened, and Qi Ya got up.

Just as he was about to make himself look like normal in the bedroom, the door was opened and the family beauty, April, walked in.

The other party was wearing a clean, retro, red and white miko uniform today. Her long, smooth black hair was tied into a ponytail. The bangs on her forehead were a little messy. The black hair on her temples stuck to her white, sweaty cheeks. superior.

As soon as she entered the room, Qi Ya smelled the familiar scent of "canary" flowers.

"Have you ever cried?" April asked curiously, tilting her head.

"Why?" The little evil girl didn't wait for Qiya to answer, then she confirmed her previous question and asked again.

While speaking, April walked to stand in front of the young boy, wanting to reach out and wipe away the marks on his face.

On the way to reach out, Qi Ya held the other person's wrist and said in his mind:

"April, do you still remember what I said when I first met you? At that time, I said, 'This small village can no longer hold my dreams.' It has been more than three months now, and I plan to go to sea."

The little evil girl withdrew her wrist, frowned and said, "Didn't you say stupid things like asking me to marry you when you first met me?"

Qi Ya: "...I mean more than three months ago, the day you came to cause trouble... to me."

Hearing this, the little evil girl sighed and said: "Seeing that you haven't mentioned it for so long, I thought you had forgotten it. Didn't the older generation in the village tell you? You can't get out. Besides, An Xin is here. Isn’t it good to be a clan leader?”

The young man Qi thought seriously for a while, and finally shook his head and said:

"If you had the choice, who would want to live a life where you can see the end at a glance?"

The little evil girl took a step back, looked Qiya up and down, frowned and said solemnly:

"Sorry, Qi Ya, I don't want to live a precarious life on the sea, so I won't go to sea with you..."

"But if you are unfortunately driven back by the sea, I will still be willing to marry you as long as you are not paralyzed in bed."

"..." Qi Ya didn't know whether he should feel relieved or helpless at the moment. After pondering for a moment, he said in a serious tone:

"That's really a pity, April. In fact, I have already guessed the result. These tears were shed just because of our separation. Before I leave, I will try to hand over the position of clan leader to you."

"I hope that when I come back next time, I can see the entire Qishan Village become better."

"Is that so?" The little evil girl's eyes softened for a moment, and then turned calm, "The position of clan leader should be given to my brother. He should be the same as me, and it would be less troublesome."

"Qiya, I will wait for you until you are 24 years old. If you don't come back by then...then I will find someone else."

When she said this, Aipuli's tender face with a little baby fat was full of seriousness.

Qi Ya was amused by the half-year-old girl's affection. After he hummed, he reached out and put his hand on the girl's head, and said to his teenage sister in the tone of a [-]-year-old brother:

"Then it seems I will have to come back before I turn 24."

Aipuli snorted dissatisfiedly, grabbed Qi Ya's hand on her head, and said angrily:

"Tch, it sounds like you can really break through the ring current! If it were really that easy, there wouldn't be no outsiders left for so many years. Just don't ask me to carry you home then!"

More than three months of exercise have caused many calluses to grow on Qi Ya's hands. When April held it in her hand, it felt like she was holding the sole of a Jingba's foot.

"Oh, holding it is not as good as before!"

The little evil girl spread the Saki boy's palm upwards, touching the slightly raised calluses on it with her slender green and jade-like fingers, and complained a little.

"..."

Qi Ya felt that he couldn't understand the little girl's brain circuit, and asked seriously: "Don't the old people in the village say that a man's scars are his medals? The starting callus is nothing, right?"

Aipuli frowned and said angrily:

"You'll know just by touching your face with your hands. It's very uncomfortable! Forget it, let's not mention this. My brother asked me to come to you to ask about explosive skills. He said he has time these days."