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Chapter 347 Fishing Song on the River

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    Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan, men in Taoist robes, stood on the edge of the Yangtze River, looking at the Dongming in the middle of the river. It was the cargo ship of the Dongming faction. In the past few days, the information they obtained through various means shocked themselves.  .

    The prestigious East and West factories and those blinding names made the Samsara team completely give up their plan of sneaking into the palace and waiting for an opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also made them put away their dirty tricks.  The reputation of the two factories is really shocking.  In this case, not only would Yu Shiji have to be bribed, but he would also need a letter of intent to establish a relationship.

    "In this case, according to the plot, the Dongming Sect's account book is the only thing we are sure to see Yang Guang. It is worth at least a bronze prop card! We have to compete with the two protagonists for jobs!" Luo Xuan's bare feet  Sitting on the bank of the river, gently tapping the water with the soles of my feet, I said with a smile.

    Zhang Shaofeng hesitated and said: "Given the current situation of Shuangyong, it seems that there is no need for accounting books! Yu Wenhuaji is dead"

    "But according to our intelligence, they are really up there." Luo Xuan pointed to the big boat on the river and said: "The Dongming sect 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 but lack weapons, soSsangyong is probably being used again!"

    "Protagonist! The greatest value is to be used by others. This time we have to become familiar with each other and lay down a foreshadowing first."

    The two of them waited for a while, until the moon was in the sky and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness, then they rowed the boat towards the center of the water.

    This is a very prosperous waterway. Even at night, it is still brightly lit. Near the shore, crickets are connected and ships are weaving. Luo Xuan stands on the bow of the ship. In her ears are the songs of fishermen at night. In her eyes are the stars in the sky. In the river  The beautiful scenery of the starry river with bright lights, the rustling of the river on the bow of the boat, everything is like a dream.

    Luo Xuan sang softly: "I live at the head of the Wu-Chu River, in a small boat in the middle of the waves. I can travel from north to south and from east to west, without getting tired or worrying. God willed it hard to stay. Last year, today, I was at the Lanjiang Ferry, today in Hunan  In Puye Baqiu, I can let go of my worries. I only see the green grass and red polygonum, the Xiangjiang River and the Xiangjiang River, and the autumn on both sides of the bank. I am wearing a green raincoat and a long silken pole in my hand. There is no need to restrain or worry. "

    The clear singing echoed on the river, which shocked Zhang Shaofeng on the boat. It was already too late to stop him.  The song echoed in the empty heart of the river, and even the sound of the rushing water around him couldn't suppress it.

    There was a slight commotion on the Dongming Sect's large ship in the distance. Someone was lighting a lamp in their direction. The dazzling whale candle light illuminated a night sky, but it made the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River under their feet appear even deeper.  Farther away, there was a faint sound of piano music, long and incomplete, with endless aftertaste.

    It seems to be consistent with the fishermen's songs.

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

    Zhang Shaofeng didn't want to argue with him about such a trivial matter anymore, so he hit the water surface casually, and the boat changed direction. Luo Xuan made a smile that would tell you how to recognize someone, turned back with satisfaction, and sang the fishing song again: "Jinjing Wutong is also falling.  A leaf is fluttering, the wind is blowing, and it is cool."

    "The fisherman is happy and carefree, the moonlight is far away in the night, and the wind is quiet and lonely. In the cold river, fishing straight, not caring about the fish, the wind and moon are interesting, at the head of the river, he tunes his lyre from time to time"

    Under the starry field in the distance, a middle-aged scribe who stopped playing strings was pouring wine and listening to the sounds in the distance. When he heard the singing, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind does not have to return at dusk."  . Drink a glass of turbid wine on the river, and sing fishermen's songs to the evening accompanied by the harp"

    He waved his sleeves and hit the water in the air. The boat shot out like an arrow from the string and headed towards the center of the river.

    It is hundreds of feet deep, and the remaining power is not exhausted.

    When he sat down, his hand was already placed on the guqin on his knee. With a twist of his hand, he suppressed a clear tune.

    Here we are close to the middle of the river, and the current is very fast. The two-leaf boat can already go down the river without anyone maneuvering it, and sail along with the big ship.  The evening breeze on the river is slightly cold, and the surrounding lights are gradually fading away. Luo Xuan sings quietly, and her voice is a little more desolate. In the night sky, the river is lonely, and together with the sound of the piano, the world and the rivers are boundless.

    Luo Xuan took Changhao, and she put her head out into the water, controlling the direction of the boat. A few hundred meters next to her, a middle-aged scribe had a guqin across his knees, drinking in the evening breeze while wiping away the drifting water.  Fei's hair and whiskers were stained with wine while he played the piano.

    The speed of the small boat was already fast. Although it started slower than the big boat of the Dongming faction, it has now caught up.

    The disciples of the Dongming Sect had already been alerted by the sound of fishermen¡¯s songs and musical instruments. They took out their whale candles and put themThe lights on the bow and stern of the boat were brightly lit, and the patrolling disciples spotted the two small boats behind them and immediately started making a noise.  Shang Ming stuck his head out of the stern of the boat and looked back, only to see a woman in white holding a long wormwood pole and riding towards them in the evening breeze.

    The body is as fast as a flying duck, as erratic as a god.  Lingbo steps slightly, and the socks are dusty.

    At this moment, there was only this poem in Shang Ming's mind, which could describe this situation. In a trance, he seemed to see Luo Shen stepping into the river and coming slowly.

    Luo Xuan wetted her embroidered bottoms and socks. She stepped on the slow river water and descended.  The long wormwood hit the water and suddenly bounced up like a curved bamboo, carrying Luo Xuan several feet high, erratic like a fairy, flying towards the Dongming Sect's ship.

    Shang Ming came back to his senses. He led Shang Bang and Shang Kuitai to meet her. In order to avoid being rude to the beauty, he did not even draw out the long knife at his waist, signaling that the other two were cautious enough and drew their weapons.  When Shang Ming just saw Luo Xuan, he asked as if he had lost his soul: "But Fairy Master is here, and I, Shang Ming, am waiting for you from afar!"

    Luo Xuan smiled and picked up the wormwood, and asked softly: "I heard that you have Dongming's account book, which is handwritten by a beautiful woman. It contains the secret information of the rebels of the famous family. I am eager to get it and win Yang Guang's trust. Tonight  Zizheng, if you step on the moon to get it, you will be gentle and graceful, so that I will not go back and forth in vain."

    Shang Ming's expression changed, and he heard Shang Bang next to him ask: "How did you know about Dongming's account book? Who are you? Please state your name."

    Luo Xuan smiled slightly and asked: "If you don't ask for it, you are a thief. Now I have asked you three times, will you hand over this account book or not?" After speaking, he shook his head with a smile and said: "Forget it, I won't follow.  You are being polite. I will take this ledger for myself!"

    After saying that, the long wormwood in her hand had been poked out, and a green bamboo pole was more than pliable. She swung it slightly in her hand, and a stick flower with a radius of three feet swayed from the top of the pole, knocking down several Dongming sect disciples around.  Weapon in hand.  Before Shang Ming could say anything, he saw a blue dragon swimming out of the beauty's hand.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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