Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 29: Jiangshang Fishing Song
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Robe men Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan stood on the edge of the Yangtze River, looking at Jiangxin ’s Dongming, which was a cargo ship from Dongming. In the past few days, they obtained various information and scared themselves. A jump.
The prestige two factories and the blind names made the samsara team completely dispel the intention of mixing into the palace, waiting for the opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also let 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 we have to bribe Yu Shiji, but we also need a nomination to open up the relationship.
"In this case, according to the plot, the account book of Dongming School is the only thing we can surely see Yang Guang, at least worth a bronze prop card! I had to come and grab the rice bowl with the two protagonists!" Luo Xuan Sitting barefoot by the river, he patted the surface of the water gently with his sole, and said with a smile.
Zhang Shaofeng hesitated and said: "In the current situation of Ssangyong, it seems that no account book is needed! Yu Wenhua and all are dead ..."
"But according to our information, they are really on it." Luo Xuan pointed to the big ship on the river: "Dongming faction is a big arms dealer! Yang Guang does not need them, but some people want to control They, like those who want to rebel and lack weapons, so ... Shuanglong is estimated to be used again! "
"The protagonist! The greatest value is to be used by others. This time we have to mix and match our faces and bury a forehead."
The two waited for a while, until the moon and the sky were surrounded by darkness, before paddling 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, the needles are connected, the ship is like a weave, Luo Xuan stands on the bow, the ear is the song of the fisherman at night, and the sky is the spark in the eyes. The beautiful scenery of the galaxy with bright lights in the middle of the river, the river rustling in the bow of the boat, everything is like a dream.
Luo Xuan whispered softly and said, "I live in the big river head of Wu Chu, and I also have a flat boat in the tide. Ren Nanbei travels along with things, without any fatigue or worry, and God wants to stay. Last year, today, the Lanjiang ferry Today, Xiangpu and Baqiu, Ren Xiaochao. I saw Bisha Red Polygonum, Xiangjiang Xiangjiang, on both sides of the bank and on both sides of the autumn. Zuoqi Li, dressed in green clothes, silk long rod is also in hand, what restraint and restraint and what Worry. "
Clear singing echoed on the river, which surprised Zhang Shaofeng on the ship, and it was too late to stop it. The song echoed in the empty Jiangxin, and even the sound of the water around him could not be suppressed.
Distance from the distant Dongming faction ship was slightly turbulent. Some people turned on the lights in the direction they were. The dazzling whale candle lights lit up the night sky, but it also made the stars in the sky, and the Yangtze River at the foot appeared deeper. . In a farther place, there was a faint sound of piano rhyme, long and incomplete, and endless aftertaste.
It seems to coincide with the fisherman song.
Luo Xuan turned to Zhang Shaofeng and said, "Help me row the boat over there!" She pointed to the source of the piano sound.
Zhang Shaofeng did n’t want to worry about him in such a trivial matter. When he hit the water, the boat changed its direction. Luo Xuan made a smile expression that counted your acquaintances, turned back with satisfaction, and sang the fishing song again: "Jin Jing Wutong Also, one leaf is fluttering, the wind is also tumbling, and it's cool. "
"Ren Na fisherman is happy and happy, the moonlight is long and the night is quiet, and the wind and silence are very few. In the Hanjiang, knocking straight fishing, that is not the fish, the wind and the moon, the river head, and the melody of the seven-string piano ..."
Under the distant star field, a middle-aged scribe who stopped the chord while pouring wine while listening to the distant movement, suddenly laughed when he heard this song: "Qing Ruoqi, Green Mianyi, Slanting Wind Twilight No need to go back. Drink a cup of turbid wine on the river, Xiang Yuge and Hu Qin ... "
He waved his sleeves and hit the surface with air, and the boat came out like an arrow off the string and sailed towards Jiangxin.
You are hundreds of feet long, and the potential is unabated.
When he sat down, his hands were already lying on the guqin of his knees, and when he twisted his hands, he pressed a clear tone.
This place is close to the middle of the river. The current is very fast. The two-leaf boat has already flowed down the river without any manipulation. The night breeze on the river was slightly cold, and the lights around them were gradually away. Luo Xuan sang quietly, and there was a little more bleakness in the voice. In the night sky river, lonely walked away, together with the sound of the piano, let the world and rivers grow a bit dim.
Luo Xuan took Chang Hao. She leaned out and fell in the water, controlling the direction of the boat. A few hundred meters beside her, a middle-aged scribe had a guqin on her lap, drinking happily against the evening breeze. Wipe away the contaminated liquor from the flying hair, and the harp meets on one side.
The speed of the boat was fast. Although the departure was slower than that of the Dongming School, it has now caught up.
The disciples of the Dongming faction were already alarmed by the fisherman ’s song and the sound of the piano. They found out the whale candles and illuminated the lights at the bow and stern of the boat. The disciples who patrolled found the two boats behind them and immediately made a noise. Shang Ming leaned his head out of the stern and looked back, but saw a woman in white bracing a long wormwood and stepped towards them in the evening wind.
The body is fast and fluttering, fluttering like a god. Ling Bo microsteps, Luo socks dust.
At this moment, Shang Ming only has this song in his mind, which can describe this situation. He seemed to have seen Luo Shen stepping on the river in a trance.
Luo Xuan got the embroidered bottom and Luo socks wet. She stepped on the Xujiang River and Yu Yan came. Artemisia struck on the water, suddenly bounced like a curved bamboo, took Luo Xuan up a few feet high, fluttered like a fairy, and flew towards the Dongmingpai ship.
Shang Ming only recovered. He led Shang Bang and Shang Kuitai to meet him. In order to avoid Tang Tujia, he did not even draw a long knife from his waist, signaling the other two to be cautious enough to pull out their weapons. When Shang Ming just saw Luo Xuan, he asked aloud as if he had lost his soul: "But Master Fairy is here, Shang Ming is here, and there is a loss to welcome!"
Luo Xuan laughed and drew up Artemisia, and asked softly, "Wen Jun has a book of Dongming, which is hand-written by a beautiful woman, and has a secret control of the family and the army of the family. He is longing for it. Guang. Tonight is just right, to come to the moon to pick up, Jun Su Yada, will not make me return in vain. "
As soon as Shang Ming's face changed, he heard the next Shang Bang ask: "How do you know about Dongming's account book? Who are you? Please sign up."
Luo Xuan smiled slightly and asked, "I don't ask for self-collection, it's a thief. Now I have asked you three times. Are you paying or not paying this account?" Then he smiled and shook his head: "Forget it , I ’m not going to deal with you anymore. I ’ll take this account book! ”
The Artemisia halodendron in her hand has been detected, and the green bamboo stick is more than pliable. She swings it slightly in her hand. A three-foot-square stick flower has been swayed on the head, which has shot down several nearby Dong. Weapons in the hands of the Ming disciples. Before Shang Ming could speak, he saw a green dragon swimming in the hands of the beauty.
(To be continued.)