When a person is born, he does not know why he was born into this world, and when he dies, he cannot stay for a second longer, because these are things that cannot be resisted by human beings, and there is no cause and no effect. This is fate, which can also be called providence.

And if Providence does not want to kill you, you will live, and there is no reason or reason.

When Hua Bushi lost consciousness, he didn't think he would wake up, but he still woke up after all.

When Hua Bushi woke up, he was on a boat, and the swaying of the planks under him and the smell of fish everywhere made him understand this. When he opened his eyes, he saw the canopy of a dilapidated and leaky wooden cabin, and he lay on his back in the corner of the cabin.

A sturdy man in his thirties walked up to Hua Bushi, babbled out some language he couldn't understand, and made a random comparison.

Although he didn't understand the meaning at all, Hua Bushi had noticed that this man had a rough demeanor, did not know martial arts, and had dark skin, thick calluses on his face and chest, and was obviously a man who had lived at sea for a long time.

He was dressed in an earth-colored linen shirt, with a short placket and no collar, and a somewhat strange style, with a few patches on it, which also showed that he was a poor man. The cramped, dilapidated cabin and the creaking sound of the hull swaying with the waves can also be deduced that this ship is really not small, and it is by no means an ocean-going ship like the "Green Cockroach", but more likely a fishing boat fishing near the coast.

Hua Bushi thought of turning over and sitting up, but he only felt that his whole body was sore, as if he had fallen apart, and there was no liliang at all. The stout man with a black face hurriedly reached out and pressed Hua Bushi's shoulder, and muttered a few more words. This time, Hua Bushi could guess that he must have let himself lie down biedong.

Hua Bushi lay down as he said. The black-faced man turned and walked out of the cabin, but soon returned, with a large wooden bowl in his hand, and half a bowl of porridge in it. He came to Hua Bushi's side, bent over and sat down, and began to feed the eldest young master.

The gruel in the wooden bowl has only a small amount of rice grains in it, but it is mixed with a lot of minced fish, although it is very coarsely cooked, the taste is not good, and the fishy smell is also very strong, but it is still fresh and tender. And Hua Bushi only felt hungry at this time, and ate the bowl of fish soup in two bites.

After eating the porridge, the black-faced man stretched out his hand and gestured for a while, Hua Bushi could roughly understand, the man meant that he hadn't eaten for too long, and he couldn't eat too much at one time, otherwise he would break his stomach.

Since being trapped on "Wanyi Island", Hua Bushi has not eaten, and after being caught in the hurricane until now, I don't know how long it has been, Hua Bushi knew in his heart that what the black-faced man said was the truth, and immediately nodded.

After lying in the cabin for a long time, the black-faced man fed the fish soup three times in succession, and Hua Bushi recovered a little bit of strength, although he couldn't stand up, his body was finally able to move slightly. So, the eldest young master tried to talk to the black-faced man.

The black-faced man spoke a rather strange language, the pronunciation seemed to be a bit like the dialect of Fujian, but it was only slightly similar, and most of them were different, and the official language spoken by Hua Bushi, the man also couldn't understand a word. Therefore, the two sides can only borrow gestures, half-guess and half-say, to figure out what the other party means.

Of course, this kind of sign language analogy can only convey some of the simplest meanings, but cannot be discussed in depth.

The black-faced man, who claimed to be Xinlijia, was a native of the local "Baba" tribe who made a living by fishing, and the village of the "Baba" tribe was located on a nearby island called "Biluo Island". Naturally, these names are just transliterations of the words spoken by the black-faced Chinese characters.

As for where "Biluo Island" is located in the Southern Ocean and how far it is from the mainland, Xinlijia can't say. Natives like him, who were born on the island, have no concept of a continent at all.

When Hua Bushi asked Xin Lijia if he had seen his companions, he learned that Hai Hongzhu, Zhu Hong and Cao Duyun had also been rescued on the boat, which made Hua Bushi overjoyed.

Sinliga expressed in sign language that it had been three days since the storm arrived. In such bad weather, the fishing boat could not go out to sea to fish, but it was only because of the lack of food that he had to gather the fishermen in the village, braved the wind and went out to sea, but found a large log floating on the sea with four people tied to it, so he went to the sea to salvage and rescued them all on the fishing boat.

When Hua Bushi asked about the situation of the other three, Xin Lijia said that in addition to the big Zhu Hong, who was still in a coma, Hai Hongzhu and Cao Duyun had all woken up and were lying in another cabin at the moment.

According to the black-faced man, Hua Bushi and the other four were caught in the hurricane when the storm came, and they had been drifting at sea for at least three days. It was a very lucky thing that they were able to escape from the hurricane, and if they did not meet the indigenous fishermen who ventured out to fish in time, and drifted for another day and a half without being rescued, they were afraid that they would still be unable to escape death.

Fate is so wonderful, the existence of luck is both inevitable and accidental, perhaps this is the will of heaven in the dark.

On the second day on the fishing boat, Hua Bushi was still unable to move, but Hai Hongzhu was able to get up. After all, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her physique is much stronger than that of weak people like Hua Bushi. Hai Hongzhu came to the cabin and saw Hua Bushi, as if she was in another world, she threw herself into his arms, crying like a tearful person.

Hua Bushi comforted her for a long time before coaxing her to stop crying. In his mind, Hai Hongzhu is a little sister who is not very sensible, and now seeing that she no longer hates herself, but has a little dependence, the eldest young master also feels very pleased.

Compared with Hai Hongzhu, Hua Bushi was more concerned about Zhu Hong's injury, he was afraid that the wandering at sea in the past few days would cause the absolute string palm poison in the young man's body to attack, and it would not be able to be treated.

Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen, and on the third day, Zhu Hong finally woke up, although his body could not move and looked very weak, but finally there was no danger to his life for the time being.

Cao Duyun, who was also hit by the "Absolute String Palm Poison", was in a much better situation than Zhu Hong, and the Wudang faction's "Huitiansan" was one of the most well-known healing elixirs in the world, after all, it was not comparable to Hua Bushi's forcible poison control with silver needles. It's just that Yi Ruoying's death, as well as the fiasco of the "Wanyi Island" incident, coupled with the poison in his body and the loss of martial arts, have made this "Duyun Prince" look depressed and lonely, and he has completely lost his former graceful demeanor.

On the evening of the third day, Xinlijia's fishing boat finally landed in a small bay, and a huge island appeared in front of Hua Bushi and the others.

If "Wanyi Island" is not small, this island is much larger than "Wanyi Island", almost like a continent, and the coastal beach on this side of the bay alone stretches for dozens of miles. From the sea, the island is covered with mountains and trees, and the highest peak, located far away from the island, towers into the clouds, with pale white smoke rising from the top.

Xin Lijia pointed to the mountain peak and said to Hua Bushi: "Red red sand." ”

What he said was the name of the volcano.

From the earlier conversation in sign language, Hua Bushi knew that Xin Lijia was the owner of this small fishing boat. Such a small boat, which is less than five zhang long, is not big even in the river, and it is like a fallen leaf in the sea, and this boat is really very dilapidated, but Xinlijia is quite proud to own this boat.

Because of the possession of this fishing boat, Sinliga can be regarded as a person of some status in the village, and is one of the elders of the tribe. The village where their people live is on the shore not far from the fishing port.

After the fishing boat docked, the indigenous boat owner gestured and invited Hua Bushi and the four to the village. Now the four of them have nowhere to go, and the catastrophe is not dead, and now their physical strength has not recovered, and of course they can't refuse Xinlijia's invitation. So Xin Lijia called a few fishermen on the boat and lifted Zhu Hong, who couldn't move, while Hua Bushi, Cao Duyun, and Hai Hongzhu were still able to barely walk, and the group went ashore together and walked towards the village not far away.

The village where Sinlijia lives is called "Moli Village", but there are only about 10 households, and the entire tribe has only about 100 people. However, Sinliga gestured that there were many tribes like them on the island, and some of the larger tribes were much larger than them. As for how many tribes and how many people there are on the island, the ten fingers of this indigenous ship owner can't compare, maybe he can't count, and Hua Bushi has no way of knowing.

The houses in the village are made of wood and are very low, presumably because they are protected from being blown down by the strong winds of the sea. The roof is not covered with tiles, nor is it the straw that farmers on the mainland often use to protect themselves from the rain, but palm leaves.

Sinliga was a tribal elder, and the house he lived in was taller.

However, the so-called tall is only compared to other houses in the village, and in the eyes of Cao Duyun, Hua Bushi and others, it is still not much different from a broken grass shed.

Although the house was small, the family of Sinliga was very large, and in addition to his wife, he had eight children. Sinlika's wife, Gigi, was a sturdy woman in her thirties, with a generous appearance, dark skin like Sinlica, and thick hands and feet, and apparently no bad worker.

Of his eight children, five were boys, and the eldest boy was named "Xin Wang", who was thirteen or fourteen years old, with a sleek bald head, but he was quite clever. Of course, the names "Xinwang", "Jiji" and even "Xinlijia" are all homonyms from the mouth of the indigenous fisherman, and as for what they mean in the indigenous language, Hua Bushi does not know.