Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

Chapter 393 Spirit Ship

After staying in Andu Port for another two days, Zhong Suhan continued his journey at Ming Qiu's urging. He looked at the spirit ship released by Ming Qiu and fell into deep thought.

It is said to be a spirit ship but it has nothing to do with a ship. A square house is built on a foundation made of white jade. The first floor has doors on all four sides, which are hollowed out with osmanthus and rabbits carved on them. The same goes for the doors and windows on the second floor.

The wood is sweet-scented osmanthus wood, the tiles are green glazed tiles, the gauze covering the windows is soft and misty, and the white walls are painted with a pond full of lotus flowers intricately using thousand-year-old ink. A black rabbit is sleeping on one of the lotus flowers.

The seemingly simple house reveals its extraordinary sophistication everywhere.

Ming Qiu glanced at Zhong Suhan's face cautiously. He was not sure whether this person would remember anything after seeing this thing. When he saw someone looking at him, he immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Come on board."

"Senior, are you sure this is called a spirit ship?" Xinghai chuckled, took Zhong Suhan's arm, and said affectionately, "Senior Sister, I also want a spirit ship like this."

Zhong Suhan smiled and said nothing. This thing didn't look like it could be made overnight. He winked at Xiang Yuyang.

Xiang Yuyang understood what he meant and said, "This boat doesn't look cheap. Senior, did you spend a lot of money on it?"

"It was given to him by someone else." Ming Qiu felt a little proud when he said this. He looked at Xinghai complacently. This was the rabbit nest that his master had spent a lot of effort to make for him. It was not something he asked for.

Just with this one glance, Zhong Suhan knew that this boat was probably made by himself. It seems that his relationship with Ming Qiu is much deeper than he had guessed, and he gave Xiang Yuyang another hint.

Xiang Yuyang was a little speechless. If Senior Sister had something to say, couldn't she ask it herself? He complained in his heart but still wanted to ask, "Others? Someone with whom I have a special relationship, right?"

"Yes." Ming Qiu nodded, "You have too many questions. There are many rooms on the second floor. Don't go to the third floor. You can do whatever you want. I'm going to rest first."

After saying that, he went upstairs.

Zhong Suhan glanced at his second junior brother with some disgust. The question he asked was not good at all. Basically, he didn't get anything out of him. He raised his footsteps and followed Ming Qiu.

Xiang Yuyang felt a little aggrieved. He stood beside Xinghai, whimpered, and put his forehead on her shoulder, receiving a pat on the head for comfort.

Ming Qiu was not surprised at all that Zhong Suhan would follow. This person has always been disobedient. In the third world, "he" told her not to go upstairs, but she still went upstairs in various ways secretly.

Fortunately, there was nothing she couldn't see up there, so he just let her follow him up.

The handrail of the stairs was not decorated with anything but a layer of black paint and some mother-of-pearl powder sprinkled here and there. The lotus candles in the niches flickered, and the mother-of-pearl powder twinkled like bright stars in the night sky.

Zhong Suhan placed her palm on the armrest, and the warm feel made her immediately realize that this was not wood, but a very rare petrified jade.

"How long did it take to build this ship?"

Ming Qiu carefully glanced at the person following him, thought for a while, and felt that it would be okay to just tell her this, so he slowly said, "One thousand years."

"A thousand years?" Zhong Suhan raised his eyebrows, his tone somewhat incredulous.

"Three hundred years to gather the materials, three hundred years to make the keel, three hundred years to make the hull, and the remaining one hundred years to design the drawings, polish the details, and other miscellaneous tasks."

"You're really patient." Zhong Suhan chuckled and didn't say anything else. He followed him into a room on the third floor.

The wall opposite the door is a whole piece of extremely transparent glass window, which makes the whole room very well lit.

On one side of the room is the office area, with bookshelves filled to the brim. Most of the books on it are related to alchemy or medicine, with a small number on weapon forging and swordsmanship.

On the other side hangs a huge net swing with many soft-looking pillows stacked inside. Just by looking at it, you can tell how comfortable it is to curl up in it.

"I need to take care of some things, please help yourself." Ming Qiu sat in front of the desk. Soon the magic circle on the desk was activated, and a pile of scrolls appeared out of thin air. There were so many that the desk could not be stacked, and many of them rolled to the ground.

Mingqiu was silent.

He didn't expect that so much would pile up just because he didn't deal with things for a few days.

Zhong Suhan was curious and picked up a scroll from the ground. Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, she directly unfolded it to read the contents. The clichés were no less than the memorials that Wen Yubai had read at the beginning. She wanted to throw it out after just one glance.

"These are all the information sent by the steward of Wusheng Castle. Every time he reports to me, he has to write a bunch of useless stuff. I have told him many times to just talk about the work content directly."

Ming Qiu complained to himself and picked up a scroll on the table and opened it. It was about the purchase of items in the castle. The purchase content was reasonable, so he directly approved it with a "OK" sign.

"These people really think... they come to ask me about every little thing, and even ask me to mediate a conflict. Am I a person with lots of free time?"

His complaints made Zhong Suhan feel damn familiar. The letter Wen Yubai wrote to him was also full of similar complaints, so cute that it made people just want to make him happy.

Zhong Suhan chuckled, "I remember that the owner of Wusheng Castle is the founder of the Xiuxian Mutual Aid Organization. What is your relationship with him?"

"...Is it necessary for you to ask this question?" Ming Qiu was somewhat speechless and helpless. "We agreed in advance. I didn't tell you openly at the beginning because our relationship wasn't that serious yet. In addition, your junior brothers and sisters were all here, so it was difficult for me to tell you openly. It wouldn't be considered that I was hiding it from you."

Zhong Suhan, who already knew that the little rabbit was the lord of Wusheng Castle, magnanimously forgave him for his deception in this matter. "Then you have the ability to predict the future... did you deliberately mislead me?"

Ming Qiu's ears turned slightly red: "You guessed wrong, what does it have to do with me? Zhong Suhan, you talk too much, I still have things to deal with, you can read a book when you have free time."

Familiar stubbornness - Zhong Suhan said nothing, bent down to help him pick up the scroll on the ground, placed it on the table, took out a book on refining and started reading it in the swing.

When she was halfway through reading, Ling Ya sent her a message, and a few lines of words appeared on the Yin-Yang communication card belonging to her and Ling Ya.

The general content was that she had arrived in the north, and although the situation there had not yet reached the point of war, it was not optimistic. Several major sects and families were in internal strife, or splitting up, and it had become a mess with each other.

The hope of finding the bodies of the disciples within the sect is probably slim.

Zhong Suhan's gaze was focused on the word "little by little", and he thought of what Ling Ya had said before about burying them in peace. He glanced at Ming Qiu and thought that if he was the founder of a mutual aid organization for immortal cultivators, it should not be difficult to find the bodies of several people.