The Taoist man Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan stood by the Yangtze River, looking at the Dongming in the middle of the river. It was a cargo ship of the Dongming Sect. In the past few days, the information they obtained through various means scared them.

The famous East and West Factory and those blinding names completely dispelled the plan of mercy to get into the palace and wait for an opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also made them put away the trick of playing tricks. The reputation of the two factories is really too shocking. In this case, not only will it be necessary to bribe Yu Shiji, but it also needs a letter of fame that will be opened up.

"In this case, according to the plot, the account book of the Dongming School is the only thing we are sure to see Yang Guang, at least worth a bronze prop card! We have to come and compete for the job with the two protagonists!" Luo Xuan sat barefoot by the river, gently slapped the water surface with her feet, and said with a smile.

Zhang Shaofeng hesitated and said, "In the current situation of Shuanglong, it seems that there is no need for account books! Yu Wenji is dead..."

"But according to our information, they are really on it." Luo Xuan pointed to the big ship on the river and said, "The Dongming Sect is a big arms dealer! Yang Guang doesn't need them, but some people want to control them, such as those who want to rebel but lack weapons, so... Shuanglong is probably being used again!"

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

The two waited for a while until the moon was in the sky and surrounded by darkness, before they rowed the boat toward the center of the water.

This is a very prosperous waterway. Even at night, it is still brightly lit, and the cricket needles are connected near the shore, and the ships are full of ships. Luo Xuan stands tall on the bow of the boat, and ears are singing from the fishermen at night, and eyes are sparkling in the sky. The galaxy scenery in the river is brightly lit by the river. The river water rusts at the bow of the boat, and everything is like a dream.

Luo Xuan sang softly: "Home live in the head of the Wu and Chu River, in the tide, a small boat. Let the north and south travel along the east and west, without any fatigue or worry. God is willing to stay. Last year, today, at the Lanjiang Ferry, today in Xiangpu, Baqiu, let's ease the sorrow. I saw the red beans of the green river, the Xiangjiang River, the autumn on both sides of the river. I wore a green hat, wearing a green cloak, and a long silk pole in my hand, so why not be restrained or worry."

The crisp singing echoed on the river, which shocked Zhang Shaofeng on the boat. It was too late to stop it. The singing echoed in the empty middle of the river, and even the sound of water rushing around him could not suppress it.

There was a slight commotion on the large ship of Dongming Sect in the distance. Some people turned on lights like they were in the direction. The dazzling whale candle lamps illuminated the night sky, but made the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River under their feet look deeper. In a farther place, a faint sound of piano came, which was long and incomplete, and endless aftertaste.

It seems to be in line with the fisherman's song.

Luo Xuan turned around and said to Zhang Shaofeng: "Help me row the boat over there!" She pointed at the source of the piano sound.

Zhang Shaofeng didn't want to be skeptical about this kind of trivial matter anymore. He hit the water surface and the boat changed direction. Luo Xuan made a smile that you knew, turned around with satisfaction, and sang a fisherman's song again: "The golden well is also the sycamore tree, a leaf falls, the wind is also fierce, and the coolness is cold."

"No matter how happy the fisherman is, he will be free. The moonlight is long and the night is long, and the wind is silent. In the cold river, you can beat the fish directly, and the intention is not on the fish. The wind and moon are fun. On the head of the river, you can adjust the seven-stringed lyre..."

Under the Hoshinori in the distance, a middle-aged scholar who stopped playing strings poured wine while listening to the movements in the distance. He suddenly burst into laughter when he heard the song: "A green bamboo hat, green straw raincoat, no need to return in the evening wind and evening. Drink a cup of turbid wine on the river, and the fisherman's songs are accompanied by the huqin..."

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

It is hundreds of feet in a quiet state, and the remaining momentum is still not extinguished.

When he sat down, his hand was already placed horizontally on the guqin on his knees. With a twist of his bare hands, he had already pressed down on a clear tune.

Here we are approaching the river, and the water flows very fast. The two small boats are not manipulated by others, but they have already flowed down the river and sailed with the big boat. The evening breeze on the river is slightly cold, and the lights around are gradually getting farther away. Luo Xuan sings quiet, and there is a little more desolation in her voice. In the night sky, she leaves lonely and with the sound of the piano, she gives birth to a little vastness in the world.

Luo Xuan took the long artemisia, and she poked a part of it and fell into the water, controlling the direction of the boat. Hundreds of meters beside her, the middle-aged scholar was wearing a guqin horizontally on his knees, drinking happily towards the evening breeze, wiping away the wine stained on his flying hair and beard while playing with the zither.

The speed of the boat was already fast. Although it set off slower than the large ships of the Dongming Sect, it has now caught up.

The disciples of the Dongming Sect had been alarmed by the fishing songs and the sound of the piano. They poked out the whale candles and turned on the lights of the bow and stern of the boat. The disciples who were patrolling discovered the two small boats behind and immediately started to make noise. Shang Mingtou poked out the stern of the boat and looked back, but saw a woman in white carrying a long wormwood and stepping towards them in the evening wind.

The body is flying fast, floating like a god. The waves are slight steps, and the silk stockings are dusty.

At this moment, Shang Ming had only this song in his mind, which could describe this scene. In a trance, he seemed to see the God of Luo River stepping into the river slowly.

Luo Xuan wet her embroidered bottom and Luo socks. She stepped on the river water and descended there. The long wormwood hit the water surface, and suddenly bounced up like a curved bamboo. She led Luo Xuan to rise several feet high, floating like a fairy, and flew to the big ship of Dongming.

Shang Ming then came to his senses. He led Shangbang and Shang Kuitai to greet him. In order to avoid abrupt beauty, he did not even draw out the long sword on his waist. He signaled that the other two were cautious enough to pull out the weapon. Shang Ming just saw Luo Xuan and asked as if he had lost his soul: "But the fairy of the teacher is here, Shang Ming is in the lower house, and he is in the far away to welcome him!"

Luo Xuan smiled and pulled the long artemisia and asked softly: "I heard that you have a Dongming account book, which is written by a beautiful woman. There is a private handle on the aristocratic army. I am eager to take it and win the trust of Yang Guang. Tonight, I will come to take it through the moon. You are so simple that I will not make me futile."

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

Luo Xuan smiled slightly and asked, "I am taking it for you without asking about it. I have asked you three times. Do you want to hand over this account book or not?" After saying that, he smiled and shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't be polite to you. I will take it for you!"

After saying that, the long wormwood in his hand had already been poked out. A green bamboo pole was more flexible. She waved slightly in her hand. A stick flower three feet in radius had already swung out from the head of the pole, knocking down the weapons in the hands of several disciples of the Dongming Sect around her. Before Shang Ming could speak, he saw a green dragon swimming out of the beauty's hand.
Chapter completed!