I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 113: The Red Sail Boat and the White Lotus Past

Looking at Yun Niang's innocent face.

White Lotus Scenic Master ultimately did not refuse.

So the three of them set foot on White Mountain once again.

Spirit Turtle Island had four lanes, each with a dock.

The red sail boat was docked at the pier in Left-foot Lane.

The sunlight poured down, and the sea stretched endlessly.

The tide surged towards the shore, but was eventually split in half by a long embankment.

The white sails on the dock rose and fell with the wind.

But among the many white sails, a touch of red was particularly eye-catching.

It was unclear whether it was originally like this or intentionally done.

At this moment, the red sail boat was docked at a corner of the pier, seemingly separated from the other boats.

"There it is!" Yun Niang excitedly ran towards the direction of the boat.

White Lotus Scenic Master followed closely behind, still wearing a somewhat cold expression.

Fu Ning was the last to step onto the boat, and as his figure sank, his eyes also lit up.

This red sail boat had the word "small" in its name, but its hull was not short.

Although it couldn't compare to Qian Family's merchant ships, it was still about fifteen meters long.

The mast stood proudly in the middle, with three red sails hanging from it.

When the sea breeze blew, the red sails rustled.

White Lotus Scenic Master stood in the center of the deck and didn't notice anything unusual.

Fu Ning, on the other hand, couldn't help but mutter: I wonder what tricks the bearded man will pull.

He knew that the bearded man came from the Whale Gate and had a secret technique for hiding in the water.

"Yun Niang, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Fu Ning noticed that Yun Niang had stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the cabin, full of anticipation.

"I... want to go in and take a look."

Fu Ning was taken aback. Did Yun Niang discover something?

But he quickly realized that although Yun Niang had been helping her mother with the boat since she was young, she had never been inside the cabin.

"No one can stop you from going in now."

Encouraged by Fu Ning, Yun Niang finally pushed open the small door of the cabin.

The interior of the cabin was somewhat narrow, and the furnishings were relatively simple, but stepping inside gave a sense of warmth.

There was a bed, a table and chairs, and especially a window that overlooked the sea.

Through the window, one could see the rippling waves on the river, occasionally accompanied by the sound of water, as if harmonizing with the quiet world inside the cabin.

A small oil lamp hung by the window, casting a dim light on the wooden floor, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

A faint scent of redwood permeated the air, like a subtle fragrance emanating from delicate branches and leaves.

A serene atmosphere enveloped the entire space, as if every corner of the cabin was immersed in a protected world.

Here, time seemed to stand still, and everything flowed slowly, as if it had merged with this peaceful space.

Yun Niang walked through every corner of the cabin, and at some point, tears had filled her face.

This was where her parents had once lived.

Now everything had changed, but traces of their affection were hidden in the marks of time.

Watching Yun Niang's heavy footsteps, Fu Ning didn't want to disturb her, so he silently left the cabin.

The wind by the seaside was strong, bringing a refreshing sensation.

As Fu Ning exited the cabin, he couldn't help but be drawn to the loud sound in his ears.

He looked up and saw the red sail high above.

The red sail seemed to block the scorching sun in Fu Ning's eyes.

"Looking at it up close, I always feel like the shape of this red sail is somewhat familiar."

But for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction opposite to the waves, where a figure stood proudly at the bow of the ship.

White Lotus Scenic Master's thoughts, like the waves in front of her, could never calm down.

She still remembered the first time she saw Yun Niang, as if she had seen her past self.

Anxious, uneasy, and cautious, like a mouse surviving in a crack.

So she loves Yun Niang from the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps she is the tool sent to me by heaven.

A hint of reluctance flashed through White Lotus Scenic Master's heart, but it was soon covered by a coldness.

In the face of deep hatred, all compassion is a burden.

She needs that bloodline.

White Lotus Scenic Master's gaze became distant, as if she had suddenly returned to the past.

It was a secluded paradise far away from the hustle and bustle.

A river runs through the village, supporting more than fifty households.

White Lotus is one of them.

Her parents are kind, and she has an obedient younger sister.

Although the village is poor, it is peaceful and harmonious.

The villagers farm and fish, content with their lives.

Until one day, this peace was shattered.

It was a wounded man, an arrow piercing through his chest.

He lay on a withered tree trunk, drifting downstream.

Since ancient times, there has been a rule in the village: villagers must not have any contact with outsiders.

White Lotus violated the clan rules and saved the dying man.

To this day, she still remembers the golden robe on the man's body, embroidered with a small sword emblem.

She didn't dare to bring him back to the village, but hid him in a cave outside the village, taking care of him diligently every day until he recovered.

And the man was grateful for White Lotus's life-saving grace, so they spent their days together.

The man told White Lotus about the outside world, making her yearn for it.

Gradually, the two developed an inexplicable affection for each other.

But soon after the man recovered, he made a promise to meet White Lotus in the future and left the village.

However, to her surprise, instead of the man, White Lotus was met with a disaster that destroyed the village.

On that day, she was consumed by lovesickness, hiding in the cave where the man had once been treated, silently yearning, and unknowingly fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was already dark.

A faint smell of blood reached her, causing White Lotus to shiver involuntarily.

She suddenly had a sense of foreboding, so she hurriedly ran towards the direction of the village.

But the closer she ran, the stronger the smell of blood became.

Soon, there were fresh bloodstains on the road.

And then, bodies.

One, two, three...

White Lotus ran back to her home like a madwoman. The flesh and blood in the courtyard could no longer form complete bodies. After searching around, she only found her parents' heads.

But her younger sister was missing.

She collapsed weakly on the ground: Who? Who did this?

There were illusions set up around the village, making it impossible for outsiders to enter.

Until she found a piece of clothing in a corner.

On the golden clothing, there was a small sword emblem.

Although it was just an emblem, it seemed extremely glaring.

The sword seemed to have drilled out of the clothing and fiercely struck her.

In that moment, White Lotus understood everything.

And in that moment, she became extremely cold.

A great fire burned away the memories of the village.

But she now carried the blood debt of fifty members of her clan.

Later, she floated downstream on that withered tree trunk, but unexpectedly arrived at the mouth of the sea, mingling among the docks until she encountered White Cloud Scenic Master and was brought to Spirit Turtle Island.

The talents of the "Mu Clan" bloodline were revealed, and that's how she became the current White Lotus Scenic Master.

As the sea breeze blew, footsteps approached.

White Lotus Scenic Master withdrew her gaze, but the coldness and hatred that lay dormant in her remained, refusing to dissipate.

(End of this chapter)