Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan, men in Taoist robes, stood on the edge of the Yangtze River and looked at the Dongming ship in the center of the river. It was a cargo ship sent by Dongming. The intelligence they obtained through various means these days startled them.


    The famous East-West two factories and those blind names completely eliminated the reincarnation team''s intention to sneak into the palace and wait for the opportunity to meet Yang Guang, and also let them put away their means of playing Yin. It''s really the reputation of the two factories. It''s too shocking. In this case, we not only need to bribe Yu Shiji, but also need an investment certificate to get through.


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


    Zhang Shaofeng hesitated and said, "in Shuanglong''s current situation, it seems that there is no need for an account book! Yu wenhuaji is dead..."


    "But according to our information, they are really up there." Luo Xuan pointed to the big boat on the river and said, "Dongming sect is a big army fire merchant! Yang Guang doesn''t need them, but some people want to control them, such as 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. This time, we have to be familiar and bury a foreshadowing first."


    They waited for a while until the moon was in the middle of the sky and all around them were in the dark. Then they rowed the boat to the middle of the water.


    This is a very prosperous waterway. Even at night, the lights are still bright. Crickets and needles are connected near the shore, and ships are weaving. Luo Xuan stands in the bow. Her ears are the songs of fishermen at night, and her eyes are the stars in the sky. The lights in the river are shining. The river water rustles in the bow, and everything is like a dream.


    Luo Xuan whispered: "I live at the head of the Wu Chu River, and there is also a boat in the tide. Let the north and the south travel with the East and the west, without fatigue or worry, and it is difficult for heaven to stay. Last year, today, at the Lanjiang ferry, Xiangpu yebachu, let me relieve my worries. I saw Bisha hongliao, Xiangjiang and Xiangjiang, autumn on both sides. I was wearing green hats, green clothes, and silk fiber long poles in my hand. What restraint, what restraint, and what worry."


    The crisp song echoed on the river, which surprised Zhang Shaofeng on board. It was too late to stop it. The song echoed in the middle of the open river, and even the sound of water around him could not be suppressed.


    There was a slight commotion on the big ship of Dongming sect in the distance. Some people played lights like their direction. The dazzling whale candle lights lit up the night sky, but made the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River seem more profound. Further away, a faint rhyme of Qin came, long and incomplete, with endless aftertaste.


    It seems to coincide with the fishing 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 not want to bother with this trivial matter, and hit the water with his hand. The boat changed direction. Luo Xuan made a smile of your understanding, and turned back with satisfaction. He sang the fishing song again: "the golden well Wutong, also fell a leaf, the wind was also cool, Xiao Xiao."


    "Let the fisherman be happy and carefree. The moonlight is far away, and the wind is quiet. In the cold river, it doesn''t mean to fish. The fun of the moon and the fun of the moon. On the head of the river, tune the lyre when..."


    Under the stars in the distance, a middle-aged scribe who stopped his string poured wine while listening to the movement in the distance. Hearing the song, he suddenly burst into laughter: "green Ruo hat, green coir raincoat, oblique wind, don''t have to return in the evening. Drink a cup of turbid wine on the River, and go fishing with Hu Qin in the evening..."


    With a wave of his sleeves, he hit the water in the air, and the boat came out like an arrow in the middle of the river.


    You are hundreds of feet away, and the remaining potential is not exhausted.


    When he sat down, his hand had been placed horizontally on the Guqin on his knee. With a twist of his hand, he had pressed a clear tone.


    This place is close to the river. The current is very fast. The two leaf boat has gone down the river with the big boat without being manipulated. The night wind on the river is slightly cold, and the lights around are gradually far away. Luo Xuan sings quietly, and the sound is a little more desolate out of thin air. In the night sky, he is lonely in the river. Together with the sound of the piano, the rivers of heaven and earth are boundless.


    Luo Xuan took over Chang Hao. She leaned out and fell into the water, controlling the direction of the boat. Hundreds of meters next to her, a middle-aged scribe had a Guqin across his knee, drank happily in the evening wind, wiped the wine from his flying hair, and joined the piano.


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


    The disciples of Dongming sect were already disturbed by the fishing song and the sound of the piano. They leaned out the whale candle and lit the lights at the bow and stern of the boat. The patrolling disciples found two small boats behind and immediately made a noise. Shang mingtou leaned out of the stern and looked back, but saw a woman in white holding a pole of Artemisia, stepping towards them in the evening wind.


    The body is fast, flying like a God. Lingbo takes small steps, and Luo socks generate dust.


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


    Luo Xuan was wet with embroidered soles and stockings. She walked slowly down the river. Artemisia annua hit the water and suddenly bounced up like a curved bamboo. With Luo Xuan, she pulled up several feet and flew like an immortal to the ship of Dongming sect.


    Shangming just recovered. He led ShangBang monk kuitai to meet him. In order to avoid being rude, he didn''t even pull out the long knife around his waist, signaling that the other two were careful enough and pulled out their weapons. Shang Ming just saw Luo Xuan and asked aloud as if he had lost his soul: "but the master fairy is coming. I''m Shang Ming. I''m far away!"


    Luo Xuan smiled and pulled out Chang Hao and asked softly, "I heard that you have Dongming''s account book, which is written by Meimei su. There is a secret handle on it by the rebel army of the door valve family. I''m very eager to take it and want to win the trust of Yang Guang. Zizheng came to pick it up on the moon tonight. You are elegant and 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 book? Who are you? Please report your name."


    Luo Xuan smiled and asked, "if you don''t ask yourself, it''s a thief. Now I''ve asked you three questions. Do you pay or not pay this account book?" then he smiled and shook his head and said, "forget it. I won''t be polite to you. I''ll take this account book myself!"


    Said that the long Artemisia in the stop had been found out, and a green bamboo pole was more flexible. She waved it slightly in her hand. A stick flower with a radius of three feet had swung out on the head of the pole, which knocked down the weapons in the hands of several Dongming sect disciples around. Before Shang Ming could speak, he saw a green dragon swimming out of the beauty''s hand.