Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Xuan stood on the bank of the Yangtze River, looking at the Eastern Peak Ship in the middle of the river. That was the cargo ship of the Eastern Peak Sect. In the past few days, they had used various methods to obtain information that shocked even themselves.
The famous East and West Depot and those dazzling names had completely dispelled the Reincarnation Team's plan to infiltrate the palace and wait for an opportunity to meet Yang Guang. They had also stopped playing dirty. The reputation of the East and West Depots was simply too shocking. In that case, not only did they have to bribe Yu Shiji, they also needed to establish a relationship with him.
"In that case, according to the plot, the Eastern Peak Sect's account book is the only thing we have confidence in meeting Yang Guang. It's worth at least a bronze item card! So we have to come and fight for the job with the two main characters! "Luo Xuan sat barefoot on the bank of the river, lightly tapping the water with his feet as he said with a smile.
Zhang Shaofeng hesitated. "With the current situation of the twin dragons, I don't think they need the account book anymore! Yu Wenhua is dead … "
"But according to our information, they really are up there." Luo Xuan pointed at the big ship on the river. "The Eastern Peak Sect is a big arms dealer! Yang Guang doesn't need them, but there are people who want to control them. For example, those who want to rebel but lack weapons, so … the twin dragons are probably being used again! "
"They're the main characters! Their biggest value is being used. This time, we have to get familiar with them and lay a foreshadowing. "
The two waited until the moon was high in the sky and the surroundings were dark. Then, they rowed the small boat to the center of the river.
This was a very prosperous waterway. Even at night, it was still brightly lit. Close to the shore, there were crickets and needles and boats. Luo Xuan stood at the bow of the boat, listening to the singing of fishermen in the night. In his eyes, there were stars in the sky, and the beautiful scenery of the Milky Way. The water rustled on the bow of the boat. Everything was like a dream.
Luo Xuan sang softly, "Living at the head of the Wuchu River, a small boat amidst the waves. Let the north and the south roam with the east and west, without tiredness or worry, the heavens can't keep us. Last year on this day, Lanjiang Ferry, today Xiangpu is also Baqiu, let us forget our worries. See red catnip, Xiangjiang, Xiangjiang, autumn on both sides. Wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a green raincoat, with a long silk rod in hand, there is no need to be restrained, no need to worry. "
The clear voice echoed on the river, startling Zhang Shaofeng who was on the boat. He wanted to stop it, but it was too late. The song echoed in the middle of the empty river, and even the sound of the rushing water could not drown it out.
In the distance, there was a slight commotion on the Dongming Sect's ship. Someone shone a lantern in their direction. The dazzling whale candlelight illuminated the night sky, making the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River under their feet look even deeper. From a place further away, the faint sound of a zither could be heard. It was lingering and incomplete, leaving one with an endless aftertaste.
It seemed to match the fisherman's song.
Luo Xuan turned around and said to Zhang Shaofeng, "Help me row the boat over there!" She was pointing at the source of the sound.
Zhang Shaofeng did not want to argue with him over such a small matter. He casually hit the surface of the water and the boat changed direction. Luo Xuan made a smiling expression that said 'at least you know what's good for you.' Satisfied, she turned around and sang the fisherman's song again, "The Wutong tree in the golden well, a leaf falls and floats, the wind blows, cold and bleak."
"Let the fisherman's joy be free and unfettered, the moonlight stretches far into the night, the wind is silent and sparse. In the Han River, fishing straight, the meaning is not for the fish, the romance of the moon, at the head of the river, when the seven-stringed zither is tuned … "
Under the distant starry sky, a middle-aged scholar stopped playing the zither and poured wine while listening to the movements in the distance. Hearing the song, he suddenly laughed loudly, "Green bamboo hat, green raincoat, the slanting wind at dusk does not need to return. A cup of turbid wine is drunk on the river, the fisherman's song is accompanied by the huqin at night … "
He waved his sleeve and hit the surface of the water. The boat shot out like an arrow, heading towards the middle of the river.
Faintly, it was several hundred feet long, its momentum still lingering.
When he sat down, his hand was already placed on the zither on his knee. With a twist of his hand, he had already suppressed a clear tune.
They were already close to the middle of the river, and the current was very rapid. Without any human control, the two small boats had already moved along with the current and sailed together with the big boat. The night breeze on the river was slightly cold, and the lights around them gradually moved further away. Luo Xuan's song was quiet and beautiful, and there was a hint of desolation in her voice. In the night sky and the river, the loneliness had left. Together with the sound of the zither, it gave birth to a sense of vastness in the world and the rivers.
Luo Xuan took the long wormwood. She poked a little out into the water and controlled the direction of the small boat. Several hundred meters away from her, the middle-aged scholar had a zither on his knee, drinking to his heart's content against the night breeze. As he wiped away the wine stains on his fluttering hair and beard, he played with the zither.
The speed of the small boat was fast to begin with. Although it had started slower than the big boat of the Eastern Peak Sect, it had already caught up.
The disciples of the Eastern Peak Sect had long been alarmed by the fisherman's song and the sound of the zither. They poked out their whale candles, brightly illuminating the bow and stern of the boat. When the patrolling disciples discovered the two small boats behind them, they immediately made a ruckus. Shang Ming poked his head out of the stern and looked back, only to see a woman in white holding a long wormwood, riding on the night breeze and stepping towards them.
Her body was as swift as a duck, drifting like a god. Treading on the waves, her stockings stirring up dust.
At this moment, Shang Ming only had this line in his mind, which could describe this scene. In a trance, he seemed to see the Goddess of Luo stepping on the river water and slowly approaching.
Luo Xuan's embroidered soles and stockings were wet. She stepped on the river water and descended from the sky. The long wormwood hit the surface of the water and suddenly bounced up like a crooked bamboo. Carrying Luo Xuan, she rose several feet into the air and flew towards the big boat of the Eastern Peak Sect like a fairy.
Only then did Shang Ming come back to his senses. He led Shang Bang and Shang Kuitai to greet her. In order to avoid offending the beauty, he didn't even draw the long saber at his waist, signaling the other two to be cautious enough to draw their weapons. As soon as Shang Ming saw Luo Xuan, he asked as if he had lost his soul, "Is it Fairy Shi who has graced us with her presence? I am Shang Ming, apologies for not coming out to greet you!"
Luo Xuan smiled as she took out the long wormwood and asked softly, "I heard that you have the account book of the Eastern Peak Sect, written by a beauty's handwriting. In it are the secrets of the aristocratic families and the volunteer army. I couldn't help but want to obtain it to win Yang Guang's trust. Tonight, I will come to collect it on the moonlight. You are so elegant and elegant that I won't waste my time. "
Shang Ming's expression changed. He heard Shang Bang beside him ask, "How did you know about the account book of the Eastern Peak Sect? Who are you? Please tell me your name. "
Luo Xuan smiled and asked, "Taking without asking is a thief. Today, I have asked you three times. Are you going to hand over the account book or not?" She then shook her head with a smile and said, "Forget it, I won't be polite with you. This account book, I will take it myself! "
With that said, the long wormwood in her hand had already shot out. The green bamboo pole was extremely flexible and tough. With a slight wave of her hand, the tip of the pole had already swung into a flower with a radius of three feet, knocking down the weapons in the hands of several Eastern Peak Sect disciples. Before Shang Ming could say anything, he saw an azure dragon swimming out from the beauty's hand.
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