Fantasy World Transmigration

Daoist robed men Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan stood on the edge of the Yangtze River, looking at Jiangxin's Dongming, which was a cargo ship of the Dongming faction. Over the past few days, the information they obtained through various means shocked themselves. Jump.

The prestigious Dongxi Erchang and those blinding names made the Samsara team completely give up their plan to sneak into the palace and wait for an opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also made them put away their dirty tricks. It is really the prestige of the two factories, which is too shocking. In this case, not only would Yu Shiji have to be bribed, but a certificate to open up the relationship was also needed.

"In this case, according to the plot, the Dongming faction's account book is the only thing we can be sure of seeing Yang Guang, and it is worth at least a bronze item card! We have to compete with the two protagonists for jobs!" Luo Xuan barefooted Sitting by the river, he said with a smile while patting the surface of the water with the soles of his feet lightly.

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

"But according to our information, they are really 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 some people want to control them, such as Those who want to rebel but lack weapons, so... Ssangyong is probably being used again!"

"The protagonist! The greatest value is to be used by others. This time, we also need to get to know each other well, and lay a foreshadowing first."

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

This is a very prosperous waterway. It is still brightly lit even at night. The place near the shore is connected with crickets and the ships are like weaving. The beautiful scenery of the galaxy with shining 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 great river in Wuchu. In the waves, there is a flat boat. Let the north and the south travel with the east and west, without fatigue and worry. God intends to stay. Last year today, Lanjiang ferry, today Xiang Puye Baqiu, Ren Xiaochou. I saw Bisha red Polygonum, Xiangjiang River and Xiangjiang River, autumn on both sides of the river. I wear a green coir raincoat, and I also have a long silk pole in my hand. I don’t want to be restrained or tied.

The crisp singing echoed on the river, startling Zhang Shaofeng on the boat, and it was too late to stop it. The singing echoed in the empty river center, and even the rushing water around me couldn't suppress it.

There was a slight commotion on the large ship of the Dongming faction in the distance. Someone turned on a light in their direction. The dazzling whale candle light illuminated a piece of night sky, but made the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River below appear even deeper. In a place farther away, there was a faint sound of piano rhyme, long and incomplete, with endless aftertaste.

It seems to be consistent with the fisherman's song.

Luo Xuan turned her head and said to Zhang Shaofeng: "Help me row the boat over there!" What she pointed at was the source of the piano sound.

Zhang Shaofeng didn't want to argue with him on such a trivial matter, so he hit the water surface casually, and the boat changed direction. Luo Xuan made a smiling expression that counts your understanding, turned around in satisfaction, and sang the fisherman's song again: "Jinjing Wutong also falls A leaf flutters, and the wind blows, making it cool."

"Let the fisherman be happy and happy, the moonlight is long and the night is long, and the wind is quiet and lonely. In the cold river, fishing straight, it's not about the fish, the wind and the moon are fun, on the head of the river, you can tune the lyre from time to time..."

Under the stars in the distance, a middle-aged scholar who had stopped playing the strings poured wine and listened to the movement in the distance. Hearing the singing, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Green reed hats, green coir raincoats, you don't need to go back in the slanting wind and the sun is setting." .

A cup of turbid wine to drink on the river, Xiangwan fisherman's song accompanied by the huqin..."

With a flick of his sleeve, he hit the water surface with air, and the boat shot out like an arrow from the string, sailing towards the center of the river.

There are hundreds of feet in the distance, and the momentum is not exhausted.

When he sat down, his hands were already on the guqin in his knees, and with a twist of his plain hands, he suppressed a clear tune.

This place is already close to the middle of the river, and the current is very fast. The two-leaf boat has already flowed down the current without being manipulated by anyone, and sailed together with the big boat. The evening wind on the river was slightly cold, and the lights around were gradually far away. Luo Xuan sang quietly, and there was a little more desolation in her voice out of thin air. In the night sky and river, she left alone.

Luo Xuan took the Changhao, she leaned out and fell into the water, controlling the direction of the boat. A few hundred meters away from her, a middle-aged scholar with a guqin on his knees, drinking freely against the evening wind, while wiping away the drifting water. The wine stained on Fei's hair and beard, while playing the harp.

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

The disciples of the Dongming School had already been alarmed by the fisherman's song and the sound of the zither. They stretched out the whale candles and brightened the lights on the bow and stern of the boat. The patrolling disciples found the two small boats behind and immediately made a noise. Shang Ming poked his head out of the stern of the boat, looked back, and saw a woman in white holding a long pole, riding towards them in the evening wind.

The body is swift and flying, erratic like a god. Lingbo walks lightly, and the socks are dusty.

At this moment, Shang Ming only had this song in his mind, which can describe the situation. He seemed to see Luoshen stepping in the river and coming slowly in a trance.

Luo Xuan got wet with her embroidered bottom and her socks, and she stepped on the river slowly, and landed in Yan. Changhao hit the water surface, and suddenly bounced up like a bent bamboo, leading Luo Xuan several feet high, erratic like a fairy, and flew to the big ship of the Dongming faction.

Only then did Shang Ming come to his senses, and he led Shang Bang and Shang Kui Tai to meet him. In order to avoid the abrupt beauty, he didn't even draw out the long knife at his waist, and signaled the other two to be cautious enough to draw out their weapons. As soon as Shang Ming saw Luo Xuan, he asked as if he lost his soul: "But Master Fairy is here, I'm Shang Ming, I'm sorry to welcome you!"

Luo Xuan smiled and picked up the long wormwood, and asked softly: "Wen Jun has Dongming's account book, which is handwritten by a beautiful woman, and there is a private secret of the rebel army from a powerful family. Zizheng, stepping on the moon to get it, Junsu Yada, will not make me go back and forth in vain."

As soon as Shang Ming's face changed, he heard Shang Bang next to him ask: "How do you know about Dongming's account books? Who are you? Please report your name."

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

After all, the long wormwood in her hand had already protruded, Qingqing's bamboo pole was more than flexible, and when she waved it slightly in her hand, a stick flower with a radius of three feet swung out from the pole head, knocking down several disciples of the Dongming sect around her Weapons in hand. Before Shang Ming could speak, he saw a green dragon swimming out of the beauty's hand.

(To be continued.)