The Pirate: My Son Is Whitebeard

“To the big port in front of Rogue Town?” Mu Feng touched his chin and smiled.

For the next plan, he has not yet thought about it.

Whitebeard is definitely going to see it, but there is no need to be anxious, after all, more than fifty years have passed, and there is no need to be in a hurry at this moment.

Taking a leisurely look at the changes in the sea over the past 50 years is also a kind of sharpening of people’s hearts.

When you get to your current state, just do whatever you want.

“Good, then speed up.”

With Mu Feng’s sound, Ace was still wondering, but the boat swooped out, like a living creature.

Ace grabbed the boat railing, and the whole person had a collapsed expression.

How the hell does this work?

Moments later, their small boats approached the port, and for the island, hundreds of boats of this size came every day, and many people were not interested in just glancing at them.

That is, his white hair is impressive, and I can’t help but have someone take a second look.

After all, this hair color is rare, and it is not the kind of white that is old, it is more similar to a light white, which not only does not make people feel old, but will give people a sense of ethereal dust.

“The city that has been lost for a long time is really nostalgic.” Stepping on the dock, Mu Feng sighed.

It is difficult for people who have not been isolated for a long time to experience this feeling, it is a feeling of being separated from the world, and seeing the crowd again will give birth to an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Mu Feng remembers that more than fifty years ago, he made a name for himself in a similar city with a young white beard.

It’s just that the city is located in the second half of the Great Passage. One of the most famous was the Tenshin Dojo in the city at that time.

More than 50 years ago, the world’s number one swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi personally opened a dojo, which accepted disciples, and its power was not inferior to the four emperors today.

At that time, Mu Feng had some grudges with the other party, so he led the white beard to personally kick the door of the pavilion and block the door.

According to the rules of the dojo, except for Miyamoto Musashi, all his disciples face Whitebeard one-on-one, and they can fight in turns, as long as they can win, Mu Feng and they will be considered lost.

And that time… No one stepped out of the Tianxin Dojo for three months.

With his own strength, Whitebeard defeated all the disciples of Miyamoto Musashi in three months and smashed the signboard of the Tianxin Dojo.

In the end, the furious Miyamoto Musashi personally attacked, and he naturally did not deal with the whitebeard, who was only ten years old at the time, with a big bully, but fought Mu Feng.

Only in this way can he save his reputation as the world’s number one dojo.

And then…… The world’s first sword saint was born, and Mu Feng became famous in the sea until the later battle of the Red Earth Continent.

“Old man, don’t be in a daze, I’m so hungry, hurry up and eat.” Ace’s voice came, interrupting Mu Feng’s memories.

Looking at Ace, who was holding his stomach, Mu Feng smiled and said, “Let’s go.” ”

Time flies, unconsciously even the next generation is so old, although this kid has nothing to do with Whitebeard now.

“Hey uncle, what’s the best restaurant here?”

Looking at Ace’s energetic inquiry, Mu Feng held the cigarette stick upside down and tapped his back.

……

And not long after Mu Feng and Ace set foot on this island.

In the other direction, a boat resembling a Western coffin leaned against the shore, and a figure carrying a pitch-black long knife stepped on the island.

He has short black hair, yellow eyes as sharp as eagles, a short beard, a black top hat embellished with white fluff, and a burgundy patterned blouse.

Walking on the pier, there was an awe-inspiring sword intent emanating, and those pirates who wanted to go to the Great Passage to rest here all held their breath when they saw him.

“He… Yes…”

“You can’t go wrong… This look… That pitch-black knife…”

“His Majesty the Seven Wuhai, Hawkeye…”

“The world’s number one swordsman, Jorakor Mihawk!”

“I can’t imagine that he will appear in this weakest East China Sea.”

With the whispered exclamations of countless people, the figure walked calmly towards the city.

In the largest restaurant in the city, on a table, rice bowls are piled up, and Ace frantically pours rice into his mouth like a starving ghost.

In front of Mu Feng, there were several plates, nearly half of which had not moved, and at this time he was looking at Ace’s stomach a little sluggishly.

There is no sign of bulging at all.

“Are the Karp family all of Saiyan descent?” Mu Feng complained in his heart, raised the cigarette stick to his mouth, but his gaze swept over the entire lobby of the hotel.

This restaurant is the largest in the city, and there are not many people who eat here.

Just by glancing at it, Mu Feng found at least five tables of pirate-like people, as well as pirate hunters, and people wearing naval uniforms.

The three teachings and nine streams gathered together.

As a large port in the East China Sea, there is a naval branch here, but after all, the East China Sea is the weakest, and the strength cannot be too strong, and the highest commander is only a lieutenant colonel.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Mu Feng’s gaze glanced over and found a green algae head sitting alone at a dining table, with a dark green turban tied around his left arm and three sword scabbards pinned to his waist.

In front of him, there was the most ordinary seafood fried rice, which he gobbled up.

“Roronoa Solon? How could he be here? Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, revealing a thoughtful expression.

He tried to recall, the memory of the pirate was too long ago to make his memory blurry, but Solon was indeed two years older than Luffy, and it was normal to appear at sea now.

Looking at his appearance, I am afraid that life is not good now.

Syllable!

Ace put the plate on the pile, and just about to say something, he fell on the table with a bang and fell asleep directly.

“……”

Mu Feng’s hand holding the cigarette stick tightened by a point, this goods can be eaten and sleeped, but has he considered that Laozi has no money?

At this moment, there was a bustle in the hotel, and Mu Feng subconsciously looked sideways.

It was the table where Solon was, and at this time, a boss-like man looked at him with a gloomy face, “You said you don’t even have the money for a seafood fried rice?” ”

The corners of Mu Feng’s mouth hooked.

It seems that I am not the only one who cannot pay for the food.

Solon bowed his head sincerely, he was about sixteen years old at this time, and his face was still green, “I’m sorry, my wallet was stolen, and when I hunt down another pirate, I will definitely come back to make up for the meal money.” ”

The other guests who were eating around them rose in unison, and the entire hall suddenly became chaotic.

They are not good at stubble, and they will take advantage of the chaos to provoke trouble.

The owner of the restaurant sneered, “I lost my wallet, I have to hear this reason no less than ten times a week, do I think I am a three-year-old child?” Seeing that you are young, but you wear three swords, it is better to use your sword to settle the account first. ”

Solon’s face changed, and he shook his head firmly, “No. ”

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