A thought suddenly flashed through Ling Lingqi's mind, and he immediately took off the scabbard on his waist, the bamboo scabbard! Ling Lingqi never thought that this bamboo tube would become his last hope. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, this bamboo scabbard became Ling Lingqi's last hope, but if it weren't for Tang Sanshao who just caused a little trouble to Dongguo Yushu at this time, Ling Lingqi's last hope might have been dashed.

Tang Sanshao, who was gotten rid of by Dongguo Yushu with poisonous smoke, had already taken advantage of the poisonous smoke to disperse, and also chased to the tail of the sandbank, at this time, the Tang family's eldest and Tang family's third young man had already fought with Dongguo Yu, and the Tang family's second young man on the side picked up the fist-sized pebbles on the sandbank, and threw them at the small wooden boat at the foot of Dongguo Yushu one after another.

How could the already dilapidated wooden boat withstand such a devastation, and was suddenly pierced by the stone thrown by the second young man of the Tang family, and began to sink into the water, and at this moment, a few meters away from Dongguo Yushu on the river surface, quietly and silently stretched out a bamboo pipe from the river.

The angry Dongguo Yushu did not show the bamboo pipe, broke off a few boat planks with his hands, jumped to the sandbank, and immediately threw a wooden plank to the water when he was about to fall into the water, and then stepped on the wooden plank with his feet, and continued to jump forward.

How could the second young man of the Tang family let Dongguo Yushu go ashore so easily, throwing his hands together, three pebbles flew towards Dongguo Yushu who just jumped up with a whistling sound, one of which smashed the wooden plank that Dongguo Yushu threw on the water, and the other two shot at Dongguo Yushu's legs.

Dongguo Yushu bent his legs and kicked the two pebbles that shot at his legs into the air, but there was nowhere to borrow the strength under his feet, and he fell into the vortex river with a thud.

Ling Lingqi was unaware of what was happening on the sandbank, and he was immersed in the whirlpool river, breathing air through a bamboo tube while trying to maintain his body's balance and drift downstream along the river......

The moon is as cool as water, and a painting boat is quietly docked on the bank of the vortex river, gently swaying with the river, and occasionally there are a few sounds of the river slapping on the side of the boat.

At this time, a woman was sitting alone on the bow of the boat, with a yaoqin in front of her, and with ten fingers, she played Huang Tingjian's "Water Tune Song Tou? Yao Cao Yi He Bi" in the Northern Song Dynasty as if she were resentful and admiring, like crying and complaining. There are countless peach blossoms on the stream, and there are yellow orioles on the flowers. I want to find my way through the flowers, go straight into the depths of the white clouds, and show the rainbow. I am afraid that the flowers are deep, and the red dew wets people's clothes. Sitting on jade, jade pillows, and gold emblems. Where is the immortal? No one accompanies me in the white snail cup. I am a Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass, not a vermilion lip Dan face, what is the long howl? Drunk dance down the mountain, the bright moon returns one by one. ”

The night breeze is gusting, the clothes are fluttering, and through the candlelight inside the painting boat, the woman's thin back gives people a sense of sadness of isolation.

"Miss, it's late at night, you have to pay more attention to your body. At this time, a maid came out of the painting boat and put on a cloak for the woman who played the piano.

The woman who played the piano did not reply, just as the head of a water tune song was played, the sound of the piano changed, but it was "The General's Order", "Plug the long wind, and the flute sound is cold." The sun sets in the desert, and the waning moon is in the sky. Listen to the camel bell day and night, and follow the dream into the hometown. The three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, the six letters from his pillow to his family, will definitely behead the enemy's generals and see that the tears will wither! Report to the court! Who will listen?"

The general's order is not suitable for playing with a yaoqin, but the woman on the bow of the boat is like using a yaoqin, which ejects the confrontation between the two armies, the battlefield tearing and killing, the horn sounding in unison, and the triumph of the male army.

At this moment, but when I heard the sound of "Tao", a string in the middle of the Yaoqin broke into two.

"Ah, Miss, you're injured!" the girl next to her exclaimed, and the woman holding the piano stamped her foot with her right hand in a hurry.

The woman playing the piano gently withdrew her hand, looked at the blood coming out of the tip of her right index finger, shook her head and said, "A little injury, it's okay!"

Hearing the scream of the girl, a girl ring and an old man came out of the painting boat, all of whom looked very anxious.

"Old Xu, please see what hit the bow of the boat. The woman who played the piano said to the old man, it turned out that she had just played the piano when she felt that something had hit the painting boat, and when she lost her mind a little, she hurt her fingers.

"Okay!" the old man replied, taking a lantern from the boat, lying on the bow of the boat and shining it on the river, and there was indeed something hitting the bow of the boat with a slight thumping sound.

The old man saw a dark shadow on the surface of the river by the moonlight, and when he took a closer look at the lantern, it turned out to be a person lying on a large piece of wood, and he couldn't help but be shocked to see that the person was soaked and motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Miss, this ...... This ......," the old man frowned.

"What's the matter?" asked the young lady who played the piano.

"It was a man who fell down the river on a log, and I don't know if there was any breath. The old man said.

"Then dare to fish him up, maybe there will be salvation!" The woman who played the piano took the lantern from the old man's hand, and probed into the river herself, and vaguely saw a person lying on a large piece of wood.

"Okay!" the old man sighed slightly in his heart, and hurriedly shouted to the bottom of the river: "Bow of the boat, come a few people, help carry someone!"

A few sounds came from more than ten meters downstream of the painting boat, and after a while, a few lights were lit, and two fishing boats rowed over, and then two people on the fishing boat jumped into the river, and one of the sturdy men reached out to probe, raised his head and said: "Old Xu, there is still gas!"

At this time, the young lady who played the piano had been pulled into the painting boat by Yahuan, leaving only Xu Lao standing alone in the bow of the boat.

"My young lady said that this person will be placed on your ship for the time being, and all expenses will be covered by our young lady at that time. Xu Lao said.

"Ahh

"You guys look at it, set him up first, and wait for tomorrow!" Xu Lao stood on the bow of the boat with a lantern and looked down, thought about it and commanded.

After discussing with the men, two more men came down and carefully carried the man to the boat.

Xu Lao shook his head, turned around and entered the painting boat.

"Hey...... Miss Su is a good .........," the sturdy man said softly.

"No, I saved one person two days ago...... "Another man continued.

"Lao Tzu has always looked down on women in the dust, but Miss Su really makes Lao Tzu admire ......"

"How can you describe Miss Su as a 'dust woman'?" the sturdy man scolded in a low voice

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It turned out that the woman who played the piano was none other than Su Ziyao, a famous prostitute in Jiangnan, a strange woman who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When Su Ziyao was in Jiangnan, the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes all rushed to visit, just to see the beauty, but there were very few who could really see Su Ziyao's true face. Although Su Ziyao fell into the dust, she kept herself clean, did not sell her body, and at the same time was willing to be charitable, and the money she earned from her performance was donated nine times out of ten, which was quite famous.