Fantasy World Transmigration

The men in the robe, Zhang Shaofeng and Luo Wei stood on the edge of the Yangtze River and looked at the Dongshao of Jiangxin. It was the cargo ship of the Dongpu faction. In the past few days, they got the information they got through their various means. .

The prestigious East and West factories and the flashy names made the reincarnation team completely dispelled into the palace, waiting for the plane to see Yang Guang’s plan, and let them put away the means of playing the game. It is really the prestige of the two factories, too shocking. In this case, not only must we bribe the foundation, but we also need a name for the relationship.

“In this case, according to the plot, the account book of the Dongpu School is the only thing we can surely see Yang Guang, at least worth a bronze prop card! I have to come to the two protagonists to grab the rice bowl!” Luo Wei barefooted Sitting on the riverside, while gently tapping the water on the soles of the feet, he smiled and said.

Zhang Shaofeng hesitated: “With Ssangyong’s current situation, it seems that you don’t need a book! Yu culture is dead…”

“But according to our intelligence, they are really on the top.” Luo Wei pointed at the big ship on the river: “The Dongpu faction is a big arms dealer! Yang Guang does not need them, but some people want to control them, such as Those who want to rebel and lack weapons, so… Ssangyong is estimated to be used again!”

“The protagonist! The greatest value is to be used by people. This time we have to mix our faces and plant a foreshadowing.”

The two waited for a while until the middle of the moon, all around to fall into the darkness of the darkness, before rowing the boat to the center of the water.

This is a very prosperous waterway. Even at night, it is still brightly lit. Near the shore, the needles meet and the ships are weaving. Luo Wei is a pretty bow. The ear is the song of the fisherman at night. The eyes are the sparks in the sky. The lights glistening a beautiful view of the Milky Way, the river is sizzling at the bow, everything is like a dream.

Luo Wei sang softly: “I live in Wuchu Dajiangtou, the tide is also in the middle, a leaf boat. I am traveling north and south with things, no tired and no worries, God is interested in staying. Last year, today, the Minjiang River ferry, today Xiang Puya Baqiu, Ren Xiaoyu. I saw Bisha Red Dragonfly, Xiangjiang Xiangjiang River, and the two sides of the strait on both sides of the strait. Autumn, dressed in green robes, silky scorpion is also in the hand, why not worry and why.”

The crisp voice echoed on the river, and Zhang Shaofeng on the boat was shocked. He just wanted to stop it. The song echoed in the empty heart of the river, and even the sound of the water around Huahua could not be suppressed.

In the distant Dongpu school, there was a slight commotion on the ship. Some people illuminate the lights in the direction they are in. The glaring whale candle lights illuminate the night sky, but let the stars in the sky and the Yangtze River at the foot appear deeper. In a farther place, there is a vaguely melody, long and broken, and endless aftertaste.

It seems to coincide with the fisherman’s song.

Luo Wei turned back to Zhang Shaofeng and said, “Help me to get the boat there!” She pointed at the source of the music.

Zhang Shaofeng didn’t want to care about him in such a small matter. When he hit the water, the boat changed direction. Luo Wei made a smiling expression that you know, and he turned back and re-sang the fisherman song: “Jinai Wutong also falls. A leaf flutters, the wind is also awkward, cool and sorrowful.”

“Any fisherman is also happy, the moonlight is long and the night is quiet, and the scenery is quiet. In the cold river, knocking on the straight fishing, it means not the fish, the wind and the moon, the Jiangtou, when the lyre is adjusted…”

Under the stars in the distance, a middle-aged scribe who stopped the strings while drinking alcohol, while listening to the movements in the distance, heard the song suddenly burst into laughter: “Green, green, and slanting winds do not have to return. The turbid wine has a cup of water on the river, and the song is accompanied by Hu Qin…”

He waved his sleeves and slammed on the water. The boat rushed out like a string of arrows and headed for Jiang Xin.

The secluded single hundred zhang, the endless.

When he sat down, his hand had been placed on the ancient zither of his knees, and he had already suppressed his voice.

It is already close to the middle of the river, and the water flow is very urgent. The two-leaf boat is not going to be manipulated, and it has already flown down the river and sailed with the big ship. The evening winds on the river are slightly cold, and the lights around all of them are getting farther away. Luo Yan sings quietly, and there is more bleakness in the air. In the night sky, the river goes lonely, together with the sound of the piano, let the heavens and the earth give birth to a piece of heaven.

Luo Wei took over the artemisia, she explored a point falling in the water, controlling the direction of the boat, next to her single hundred meters, middle-aged scribes lap the ancient zither, sipping against the evening breeze, while wiping The floating hair must be stained with wine, and the vertical piano is matched.

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

The discussion of the Dongpu faction has long been alarmed by the fisherman’s song and the sound of the piano. They explored the whale candle and illuminated the bow of the bow. The patrol of the disciples found the two small boats behind and immediately picked them up. Shang Mingtou slid out of the stern and looked back, but saw a white clothed female holding a piece of long wormwood and riding on them in the evening wind.

The body is flying fast and swaying. Lingbo microsteps, Luo socks and dust.

At this moment, there is only this song in the mind of Shang Ming, which can be described as this scene. He seems to have seen Luo Shen stepping into the river.

Luo Wei wet the embroidered bottom and Luo socks, she stepped on the Xujiang River, and came to Yu. The wormwood hits the surface of the water, and suddenly bounces like a curved bamboo. With a singularly high several zhang, it flies to the east.

Shang Ming came back to God. He led Shangbang and Shang Kuitai to welcome him. In order to avoid the Tang Dynasty, he did not even take out the long knife at his waist. The other two were more cautious and pulled out their weapons. Shang Ming just saw Luo Wei, just like the lost soul, he asked: “But the teacher fairy is coming, in the next Shangming, there is a far-reaching welcome!”

Luo Yan smiled and picked up the long wormwood, and whispered softly: “Wen Jun has a Dongsong account book, but the beauty is written by hand, and there is a doorkeeper who is arrogant and arrogant, and wants to take the letter to Yang Guang. Tonight Zizheng, taking the moon to take it, Jun Suyada, will not make me go back and forth in vain.”

Shangming complexion changed, just listen to the side of Shangbang asked: “How do you know about the book of Donghao? Who are you? Please quote it.”

Luo Wei lightly smiled, asked: “Do not ask for self-receipt, it is for thieves, I have asked you three times today, this account book, are you paying or not paying?” Then he smiled and shook his head: “Forget it, don’t follow You are a polite. This account, I take it!”

The wormwood in the hand has already been explored. A green bamboo raft is more flexible, and it is slightly swayed in her hand. A stick of three-footed flower sticks has been swayed on the head, and several Dongpu pies are scattered around. The weapon in the hand. Before Shang Ming had no time to speak, he saw that the beauty had a swim in Azure Dragon.