Chapter 36 Xiluobu Village

Chapter 36 Xiluobu Village

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East China Sea

Xiluobu Village

"I'm finally back!"

Mosan stood at the bow, staring intently at the island appearing in front of him.

on the deck.

Weibull was sweating profusely while doing one-finger push-ups with a pile of metal plates on his back. These were fitness equipment that Geer had purchased from the system mall at a high price. These dumbbell plates were made of special materials and weighed dozens of times the same volume of steel.

Today, Bi Ya was wearing the blue and white sportswear that Ge Er bought for her. Her long peacock blue hair was tied into a high ponytail. She looked lively and cute, just like a middle school student full of youthfulness.

The little girl who completed today's exercise goal sat aside, wiping her sweat with a towel while helping Ajin count while doing sit-ups.

"1991…1998, 1999."

"Captain Gel! The village of Xiluobu is just ahead!"

Xiao Bei, who was in charge of steering, shouted excitedly:

"Oh, are we finally here? If it weren't for me I would have gone mouldy."

Sitting in the rocking chair, Geer lazily lifted the newspaper that was covering his face to block the sun.

The sailing speed of this sailboat is really amazing. Even if there is no bad weather, it will take ten days or half a month to travel this distance.

"No, we must get a better ship when we reach the Seven Water Capital! Ships that rely solely on sails for power should be eliminated."

Gel sat up from the rocking chair, picked up the freshly squeezed watermelon juice on the table and took a sip, then turned around and looked at the four people who were playing mahjong enthusiastically and felt a little headache.

Monkey D. Dragon touched a card and thought seriously about how to play it while stroking his stubble.

"Hurry up, the mosquitoes are asleep."

"You are so young, but how can you play cards slower than a turtle? Hurry up and play a card. Just like the captain said, hesitation will lead to defeat!"

Uncle Fit, who was sitting in the next door, took a puff of cigarette and urged while puffing out smoke.

"Will hesitation lead to defeat?"

As expected of Mr. Geer, Long savored these words in his heart and couldn't help but take out his notebook to write them down, which made the other three people at the table's foreheads bulge with veins.

Ever since Geer explained the rules of the game to Long and said that the essence of mahjong is actually to find order in chaos, and that it involves some principles such as probability and psychology, Long has become very interested in mahjong.

“Finding order in chaos?”

Isn't that what he was about to do?

He had a vague feeling that this game contained a lot of truth, so he began to study it attentively. Unexpectedly, he really learned a lot from it and wrote down a lot of card-playing experience in his notes.

"It's my turn now. It's time to decide the winner!"

After waiting for a long time, it was finally his turn to draw cards. Mihawk first looked at the cards in his hand to confirm again that he was right and was already waiting for the right hand. Then he reached out to touch the cards, feeling nervous but also a little expectant.

Mihawk also stayed on the Gol ship for the time being.

Long's reason was that he had been very inspired recently and needed to sort out his thoughts and plan his next move, while Hawkeye said that he had gone out to sea to find someone to fight because he had nothing to do. Now he had a rare opponent and was provided with food and accommodation, so he hoped to stay for a while and have more exchanges with Weevil.

With Gel's help, Weevil's combat power and weapons have been greatly improved. Mihawk is currently unable to defeat him, which makes him even more eager to show off his skills and he seeks to be bullied every day.

Gel secretly sighed, they are really worthy of being the big men of the future, each one is thicker-skinned than the other, and they can eat and drink for free and still make such reasonable excuses.

However, Captain Gol, who was never willing to suffer a loss, agreed to Hawkeye's request on a prerequisite, which was that Mihawk had to work like a dragon, and practice with Moria, the swordsman, when he had time on the ship, and teach the two children some basic swordsmanship.

Mihawk hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

In this way, there was another person who came to eat and drink for free on Gel's boat.

"Ah, it's really hard to be a captain. I have to be both a father and a mother. I worry about you guys every day."

Captain Gel, who earned his money with tears and blood, started to complain unsatisfied.

The future world's greatest swordsman Hawkeye Mihawk teaches swordsmanship, the most powerful candidate for the former Navy Admiral and current Revolutionary Army leader Monkey D. Dragon teaches fists and feet, and he also guides the development of Devil Fruit abilities with his own top-level understanding across the ages.

Wow, with this configuration and treatment, isn’t Wuhu going to take off?

Back to the mahjong table.

Mihawk squinted his eyes and imitated Gel, rubbing the cards seriously. After rubbing for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the card was. He could only turn it over and take a look. When he found that it was not the card he wanted, he threw it away.

"chick!"

"Hehehehe! Hu!"

Mihawk's hand froze in mid-air, his face looked grim, and he was reluctant to put down the chicken in his hand.

"What! Are you going to regret it? No way? No way? The future world's greatest swordsman is cheating at a card game?"

Faced with Moriah's ruthless ridicule, Mihawk finally let go of his hand helplessly. With the crisp sound of mahjong tiles falling on the table, the great swordsman Hawkeye Mihawk instantly slumped in the chair like a deflated balloon.

"Hey, hey, I can't beat you in a fight, but I'll beat you to death in mahjong!"

"All the same color! Only one card! You really know how to play! I thought your eagle eyes could see through my cards, hehehehe!"

Moria slammed the table with his bandaged hand and showed his cards. His entire body was wrapped tightly with bandages, like a mummy, with only a pair of sharp horns on his head and facial features exposed. He looked very scary.

This was the result of his special training with Mihawk. The two had been at loggerheads recently, one arguing over the mahjong table, the other seeking revenge during sparring.

"Hehehehe! Si!"

Finally getting the chance to vent his anger, Moria laughed wildly. A smile from the heart is usually a fake one, so Moria laughed so proudly that the wound on his face moved, causing him to pout in pain.

"Lower the sails!"

Dadong's biceps bulged as he pulled the hemp rope hard to slowly fold up the sail. Xiaobei calmly turned the rudder. The two of them cooperated well and skillfully docked the boat steadily at the dock.

"Haha, Brother Gel, thank you for sending us back. Please stay here for a while so that I can show my hospitality."

Although he lost all his money on this business trip, Mo Sang's face was still filled with joy when he returned to his hometown. Da Dong and Xiao Bei beside him also invited him:

"Yes, Captain Gill, thank you for your care during this period. Please come to our village as a guest."

"Brother Mo Sang, and brothers Da Dong and Xiao Bei, we are all friends, so please stop being polite. Besides, you not only helped us drive the boat during this period, but also taught us how to operate the sails. I should thank you very much."

After a few polite words, Gel continued:

"We have almost finished everything we did in the East China Sea this time and it's time to go back. I may not be able to stay for long, but I have been on the ship for a long time, so I am also going to rest here for a few days before setting sail back to the Grand Line."

Gur originally wanted to go to Windmill Village to see if he could get any rewards, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no Red Hair, no Ace, no Straw Hat, and nothing in Windmill Village. There shouldn't be anything to gain, so it would be better to go back to the Grand Line and fight pirates, especially those with devil fruit abilities.

We did encounter quite a few pirates along the way, but unfortunately they were all petty thieves, and were all sunk into the sea by a few violent elements on the ship.

The total profit was only more than 20 million Baileys. For boss Gel who spent money like water, it was just enough to buy a few meals. It was really boring.

It’s not that Gel expects to encounter a very powerful enemy. With the strength of the people on his ship now, they can be a bully in the New World. It is really unlikely that they will encounter challenging pirates in the East China Sea.

What Gul wants most now is talent and devil fruits, followed by people with special abilities who can be killed and money.

"By the way, Brother Mosan, is there a guy named Jesus Bu in your village? Do you know him?"

Mo Sang was also stunned when he heard this, and asked curiously:

"Of course I know him. We are from the same village and grew up together. How could we not know each other? I just don't know how you, brother Geer, know Jesus Bu?"

"Oh, I heard someone in the tavern in Rogue Town say that there is a man named Jesus Bu in Xiluobu Village, who is the most powerful sharpshooter in the East China Sea. I just happened to be here, so I wanted to see if there was a chance to meet him."

Gel made up a reason without blinking.

"Rogue Town? That bastard really likes to run around everywhere. As for the best sharpshooter in the East China Sea, maybe that person made a mistake."

Mosan said awkwardly, his tone euphemistically suggesting that Geer's expectations might be greatly disappointed.

"Haha, that guy is so popular! He must be bragging again! He was really good at playing with slingshots when he was a kid, but he dares to brag that he is the most popular person in the East China Sea. Captain Gir, you must have been fooled."

Unlike the reserved businessman Mo, the rough man Dadong speaks bluntly.

"Can a dog son have a tiger father?"

Gel secretly clicked his tongue, guessing that Jesus Bu might be the same as Usopp when he was young, a weak chicken who only knew how to brag? That shouldn't be the case. In the original work, he looked quite calm and reliable.

Gel, who was unwilling to give up, still spoke.

"Haha, it's okay. Since I'm here now, I'd like to ask you guys to introduce me to him if there's a chance. It doesn't matter even if the Sharpshooter is just a fake rumor."

"Okay, since you said so, it's a piece of cake to introduce him to someone. I'll take care of it. I just don't know if that guy is in the village."

Xiaobei added an explanation:

"Captain Gill, you don't know that Jesus is a well-known street urchin in our village. He goes out to sea every few days. Sometimes he disappears for ten days or half a month, and sometimes he disappears for a year or two. No one knows where he goes."

Geer was very upset. Is this Jesus Bu so unruly? No wonder he abandoned his wife and children and was kidnapped by the red-haired man.

The Red Hair Pirates often stayed in the Windmill Village in the East China Sea to drink and stayed there for a whole year. This guy never went home to visit his wife and children once. Even when his wife died of illness, she didn't see him for the last time. While eating and drinking, he never thought about how his young son would live alone.

You are a strong contender for the number one scumbag in One Piece. Brother Jesus, your character is not good. Points will be deducted!

Thinking of this, Gel's desire to recruit Jesus Bu suddenly became less strong. However, if he could take this scumbag away at this time and save a poor girl, it would be a good thing.

It's just a pity for the great god Usopp. Others were strangled in the cradle, but Gur is even more cruel. He strangled even the fertilized egg.

"Brother, you don't have to worry too much. Just let fate take its course if you can meet someone."

After hearing what Gel said, Mosan nodded in agreement.

Several villagers stood on a distant hillside and watched Gel and his party approach the shore vigilantly. When they saw two particularly conspicuous giants among the group of people getting off the boat, everyone became even more panicked.

The middle-aged man who was the leader of the villagers was giving instructions to a young man with an anxious look on his face. Judging from the current situation, it was most likely that he wanted him to run back to the village quickly to inform everyone to be prepared.

Long and Hawkeye both wanted to stay on the boat to continue studying and practicing, so Gel left some instant noodles and pre-prepared meals for the two of them and took the others off the boat.

"Wow! It feels so good to be on solid ground!"

Gel stretched himself, breathed in the air with the fragrance of earth, and looked at the familiar ramp in front of him. Isn't this the place where Usopp ambushed eight thousand subordinates?

"Hey! Uncle Larry! Uncle Larry! It's us!"

Mo Sang's shout gave several villagers who were ready to flee the scene the courage to stop and watch.

When the two sides were closer, the young man with the best eyesight turned around and said happily to the leader:

"Village Chief Lai Li, it's Brother Mo Sang, Da Dong, Xiao Bei and the others!"

Upon hearing this, the village chief and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

They still trusted Mosan's character, and the people he brought back should not be bad people. Thinking this in his mind, Village Chief Lai Li took a few villagers to greet them.

It is inevitable for a group of people to exchange pleasantries when they meet. Along the way, Mosan also introduced Gel and his group to the village chief and others. Lairi and Gel shook hands in a friendly manner, but his eyes still unconsciously looked at the two big guys, Weevil and Moria. Living in this quiet and peaceful little village in the East China Sea, he had never seen such tall and mighty people in his life.

This? Is this... still human?

The more the village chief looked, the more frightened he became, and there was a bit more respect in his eyes when he looked at Ger. Just now, when Mosan introduced him, he said that this young man was the captain of the ship, and the word "captain" meant that the young man in front of him was the leader, and he could command these two giants who looked very dangerous.

Gel was unaware of the village chief's rich psychological activities. He was admiring the beautiful scenery of Xiluobu Village with great interest along the way.

This small village in the East China Sea feels like a combination of a medieval fishing village and a prairie farm.

The breeze blows on your face, and the fragrance of green grass in the wind is refreshing. Cows and sheep can be seen among the low grass. Tile houses are scattered on the grassland. In the distance, there are a few chimneys with smoke rising. The scenery that comes into view is like a painting, quiet and comfortable.

No wonder everyone wants to return to rural life. If you have half a day of leisure, you can lie quietly on the soft green grass, do nothing, think about nothing, and watch the clouds roll by. Who can not love this kind of top-level life?