Daoist robes Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan stood on the edge of the Yangtze River, looking at the Dongming in the center of the river, which was the cargo ship of the Dongming faction, and the information they obtained through various means in the past few days frightened their own. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The famous East and West factories and those blind names made the reincarnation team completely dispel the plan to sneak into the palace and wait for the opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also made them put away the means of playing yin. It is really the prestige of the two factories, which is too shocking. In this case, not only do you have to bribe Yu Shiji, but you also need a letter of resignation to get through the relationship.

"In this case, according to the plot, the account book of the Dongming faction is the only thing we are sure that we will be able to see Yang Guang, at least worth a bronze prop card! I had to come and compete with the two protagonists for jobs! Luo Xuan sat barefoot by the river, gently patting the water with the soles of his feet, and said with a smile.

Zhang Shaofeng hesitated: "With the current situation of Ssangyong, it seems that there is no need for account books!" Yu Wenhua and are dead......"

"But according to our intelligence, they're really up there." Luo Xuan pointed to the big boat on the river and said, "The Dongming faction is a big arms dealer!" Yang Guang doesn't need them, but there are people who want to control them, such as those who want to rebel and lack weapons, so what about ...... Ssangyong is estimated to be being used again! ”

"The protagonist! The greatest value is to be used, this time we also have to be familiar with each other, and first lay a foreshadowing. ”

The two waited for a while, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and then they rowed the dinghy to the center of the water.

This is a very prosperous waterway, even at night it is still brightly lit, close to the shore where the needles are connected, the ship is like weaving, Luo Xuan stands on the bow of the boat, the ear is the song of the fisherman at night, the eyes are the stars in the sky, the beautiful scenery of the galaxy in the river is shining, the river is surging in the bow of the boat, everything is like a dream.

Luo Xuan sang softly: "I live at the head of the Wuchu River, and in the waves, there is a flat boat." Let the north and south travel with the east and west, no tiredness and no worries, God intends to stay. Last year today, the Lanjiang ferry, today's Xiangpu is also Baqiu, let the sorrow disappear. I saw Bisha red knotweed, Xiangjiang and Xiangjiang, autumn on both sides of the strait. Wearing a green robe, the silk rod is also in hand, what is the restraint and what is the worry. ”

The crisp singing echoed on the river, which made Zhang Shaofeng on the boat startled, and it was too late to stop it. The song echoed in the empty heart of the river, and even the sound of the water around him couldn't be suppressed.

There was a slight commotion on the big ship of the Dongming faction in the distance, and someone lit it in the direction where they were, and the dazzling whale candle lights illuminated a night sky, but it made the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River under their feet appear more profound. Farther away, there was a faint rhyme of the piano, long and incomplete, with endless aftertaste.

It seems to be in harmony with the fishing song.

Luo Xuan turned back to Zhang Shaofeng and said, "Help me row the boat over there!" She was pointing to the source of the sound.

Zhang Shaofeng didn't want to worry about him on this trivial matter, so he hit the water casually, and the boat changed direction, Luo Xuan made a smile expression that counted your acquaintance, turned back with satisfaction, and sang the fishing song again: "Jinjing Wutong also, a leaf fluttering, the wind is also fluttering, cool and Xiaoxiao." ”

"Let the fisherman be happy, the moonlight is long and the night is long, and the wind is silent. In the cold river, knock on the straight fish, that does not mean its fish, the wind and the moon are interesting, on the head of the river, when the lyre is tuned......"

Under the distant stars, a middle-aged scribe who had stopped playing the strings was pouring wine, listening to the movement in the distance, and suddenly laughed loudly when he heard the song: "Green hats, green clothes, the slanting wind and twilight do not need to return." Drink a glass of turbid wine on the river, and ...... to the evening fishing song with the huqin"

With a wave of his sleeves, he hit the water in the air, and the boat **** out like an arrow from the string, sailing towards the center of the river.

It is secluded for hundreds of zhang, and the remnants are still unending.

When he sat down, his hand was already on the guqin on his lap, and as soon as he twisted his hand, he had already suppressed a clear tune.

This place is close to the middle of the river, the current is very fast, and the two-leaf boat has already sailed down the river without being manipulated, and sailed with the big boat. The evening breeze on the river is slightly cold, the lights around are gradually moving away, Luo Xuan sings quietly, there is a little more desolation in the voice, in the night sky river, lonely away, together with the sound of the piano, let the heavens and the earth and rivers give birth to a little vast.

Luo Xuan took the artemisia, she leaned out and fell into the water, controlling the direction of the boat, hundreds of meters next to her, the middle-aged scribe held the guqin on his lap, drank happily in the evening breeze, and wiped away the wine stained on the flying hair and beard, while the longitudinal qin was combined.

The speed of the small boat was already fast, and although it set off slower than the big ships of the Dongming faction, it had now caught up.

The disciples of the Dongming faction had already been alarmed by the sound of fishing songs and pianos, and they poked out whale candles and lit the bow and stern of the boat, and the disciples who were patrolling found the two small boats behind them and immediately made an uproar. Shang Ming poked his head out of the stern of the boat and looked back, but saw a woman in white holding a long artemisia pole and riding the evening breeze towards them.

The body is flying fast, fluttering like a god. Ling Bo microstepped, Luo socks dust.

At this moment, Shang Ming only had this sentence in his mind, which could describe this situation and this scene, and he seemed to see Luo Shen stepping into the river in a trance.

Luo Xuan wet the embroidered bottom and Luo socks, she stepped on the gentle river, and Yu Yan came. The artemisia hit the water, bounced up like a curved bamboo, and took Luo Xuan several feet high, fluttering like an immortal, and flew to the big ship of the Dongming faction.

Shang Ming came back to his senses at this time, he led Shang Bang and Shang Kuitai to meet him, in order to avoid the sudden beauty, he didn't even draw the long knife on his waist, signaling the other two to be cautious enough to draw their weapons. Shang Ming just saw Luo Xuan, and asked out loud as if he had lost his soul: "But the master fairy is coming, and Shang Ming is missing!" ”

Luo Xuan smiled and picked up the long artemisia, and asked softly: "Wen Jun has Dongming's account book, which is handwritten by a beautiful woman, and there is a private handle of the righteous army of the gate lord family, and he can't help but yearn for it, and he wants to win the trust of Yang Guang." Tonight, stepping on the moon to get it, Jun Su Yada, will not make me go back and forth in vain. ”

Shang Ming's face changed, and he heard Shang Bang next to him ask, "How did you know about Dongming's account books?" Who are you? Please register. ”

Luo Xuan smiled slightly and asked, "Don't ask yourself, it's a thief, now I have asked you three times, do you pay this account book or not?" After speaking, he shook his head with a smile and said, "Forget it, I won't be polite to you." I'll take this ledger for myself! ”

After saying that, the long artemisia in her hand had already poked out, and one of Qingqing's bamboo poles was more than flexible, and with a slight swing in her hand, a stick flower with a radius of three feet had already swung out from the pole head, knocking down the weapons in the hands of several Dongming sect disciples around. Before Shang Ming could speak, he saw a green dragon swimming out of the beauty's hand.

(To be continued.) )