windy cold

There was no further movement from Meng Mei until dawn, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Instructing the guards to take good care of their young lady, Qin Chuhan took Lu Wanfeng to the Yanqing River.

It was a rainy day, which is rare in summer, and the excitement of the Xiahe Festival was forcibly interrupted. Except for the stalls with shops that continued to open, other foreign merchants returned to their residences to rest, and the whole Jizhou was shrouded in darkness. In a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is fine and gentle, just like the people in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and gentle. When it falls on the corner of the clothes, it disappears into the cotton fabric in an instant, leaving no traces, hazy and lonely.

Lu Wanfeng was a rascal and didn't hold an umbrella, so he insisted on fighting with Qin Chuhan. The two of them walked side by side on the deserted river bank. There was a certain mood, but this mood was quickly broken.

He suddenly yelled, "Oh!"

Qin Chuhan turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Wanfeng patted himself on the head, and said angrily, "I lost my kaleidoscope!" After being fished out of the river that day, he went back to the inn with his shoes on, and didn't pay attention to where his other things went. , "No, I have to buy another one when the weather clears."

Qin Chuhan nodded: "Yes."

Lu Wanfeng looked at him: "You accompany me to buy."

"Ah."

Lu Wanfeng was secretly happy, thinking that Qin Chuhan had really changed his personality, and he would definitely ignore him before.

When they came to the pier, they asked the boatman to rent a boat. Before boarding the boat, the night wind picked up some weeds, and they asked the boatman for some ropes and a fishhook.

Qin Chuhan asked: "What are you doing?"

Lu Wanfeng replied: "I heard that water ghosts only take care of living creatures that fall into the water, and they have to be hooked with bait. The fishing rod is thin, so it's better to use an oar directly."

On rainy days, the river turned black, and they paddled slowly towards the middle of the river with their pennies, but soon the pennies could no longer support them, so they changed their oars, and there was only one boat on the whole river. feeling.

When the position was almost reached, Lu Wanfeng wrapped the hook around with weeds, tied the rope to an oar, then put the oar in the water, and sat in the canopy to rest.

He turned around and said, "Let's play a song? It fits the occasion."

Qin Chuhan played with him, but he also sat down and played the qin. It was some qin music handed down by a master of folk arts. The gloomy weather suddenly gave birth to a glimmer of sunshine.

There was no movement on the oars for a long time, and Lu Wanfeng was not in a hurry. He closed his eyes and savored the music carefully, and suddenly felt that such a leisurely life was very, very good.

There was a burst of applause from the shore. He looked over and found a tall and thin man standing on the pier at some time. He was wearing an ink-colored gown and was holding an emerald green lotus field umbrella.The drizzle formed a natural bead curtain, and the vision was also hazy, making it difficult to see the facial features of the man, but just by the dusty temperament, it can be seen that he is an extremely elegant man.

The man seemed to be looking at this side, motionless, and along with the sound of Li Mengqin, a song floated.

"People are quiet, black kites are enjoying themselves, outside the small bridge, the fresh green is splashing... the tired guest in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable to listen to, anxious to control the strings. Beside the singing feast, first put down the pillow, let me sleep when I am drunk..."

Qingyue's voice came from the umbrella bearer. The singing voice was lingering and lonely, and Lu Wanfeng couldn't help but take a second look.

Just when a gust of wind blew and the drizzle slanted, the face of the umbrella holder suddenly became clear—the face was like a crown jade, the eyebrows were like ink paintings, the eyes were like autumn waves, the left eye was painted with red-brown Jiangmei, and the long black hair was shining It is tied at the back of the head casually, like a pure white lotus, spotless.

The eyes of the two met, and the corner of the man's mouth slightly raised, giving him a captivating smile.

At that moment, Lu Wanfeng felt as if he saw a god descending from the earth.

Qin Chuhan's face was displeased, and he pressed his palms on the strings, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, the breeze seemed to obediently stop making noise, and the raindrops calmed down, pulling back Lu Wanfeng who was distracted.

"You can't do two things at once."

"Ah," Lu Wanfeng turned around and said dully, "Oh, good."

He looked again, only to see that the man had already left the pier, his ink-colored gown melted into the rainy scene in the south of the Yangtze River, and finally disappeared at the corner of the fork.

"That's a good one..." He paused, and found that he couldn't find an appropriate word to describe the glimpse just now. Suddenly, the wooden paddle in his hand felt a tugging sensation. He hurriedly stabilized it, and said in a low voice, "Come on. Here we come!"

Qin Chuhan understood, and used the Mowang sword, the tip of the sword was condensed, and cut down on the river in front of him. The water on both sides exploded, revealing what was under the oar.

It was a light yellow dress with a hollow inside, as if it had been put on an invisible person.

The monster was still exerting its strength, Lu Wanfeng grabbed it desperately, and pressed his body back, Qin Chuhan hit the monster with a talisman, and the pulling force from below disappeared instantly.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Losing strength, Lu Wanfeng fell on his back and was about to fall into the river. Qin Chuhan's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly reached out to protect him. Move, supporting his shoulders.

"Scared me to death, scared me to death..." Lu Wanfeng twittered, and leaned against Qin Chuhan's arm, almost getting into his arms, but the strength of his back was withdrawn, and he fell to the deck superior.

Qin Chuhan pulled him up apologetically: "Don't make trouble."

Lu Wanfeng frowned and said, "It hurts."

Qin Chuhan: "Where did you fall?"

Lu Wanfeng touched his heart, "Heart, my heart hurts, you threw me on the ground!"

"..."

There was thunder in the gloomy sky, heavy rain poured down, and then the river was turbulent, and the ship shook violently.

The two held on to the side of the boat, staring vigilantly at the thrown clothes. The water ghost lost its strength when it left the water, but the monster that was lying on the bow of the boat like a dead thing stood up again in the heavy rain, without a sound. rushed towards them.

Unarmed, Lu Wanfeng retreated to the stern knowingly, leaving space for Qin Chuhan to deal with the monster.

Mo Wangjian slashed at the neckline of the evil clothes, but there was no response. Qin Chuhan simply slashed down with his sword from the middle, splitting the unknown thing together with the clothes in half, and the clamoring monster finally fell to the ground completely unconscious made a sound.

Lu Wanfeng applauded from behind, but the boat shook even more. The river water stretched up, and the boat was about to sink. He stretched out his head to look into the water, but was quite frightened: "In the water! There is still water in the water." There's a lot! They're going to overturn the boat!"

The boat was shaken at an unbelievable angle, and the two of them could barely stand. The boat was in the middle of the river, and no matter how good their movements were, they couldn't jump to the shore. Qin Chuhan threw something over.

When I received it in my hand, it felt cold to the touch, and a familiar feeling came over me immediately, as if my meridians had been opened up, and I felt extremely refreshed all over my body.This is nothing else, it is her own moon invitation flute!

Putting it on his lips and playing it gently, the hull of the boat was barely stabilized, only to hear the sound of a sword behind him, Qin Chuhan had already rested on the sword, he took his outstretched hands, both swords flew to the river bank, and then turned back, The rented boat sank to the stern, and it sank completely in a short while.

The two were drenched like soaked chickens, and they found a roof to hide from the rain.

Lu Wanfeng hugged Aidi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and asked, "Why is Yaoyuedi at your place?"

Qin Chuhan didn't change his face: "I always carry it."

"Ha! Long time no see, baby!" Lu Wanfeng laughed, playing with the amber jade flute in his hand, loving it, "When I went back, the sword and the flute were gone, so it was with you! What about the Lian Xing sword?"

Qin Chuhan shook his head: "I don't know where to go."

Lu Wanfeng was surprised: "Didn't my elder brother put it away?" Yueyue flute was his favorite plaything on weekdays, and Lianxing sword was a saber. He always thought it was confiscated by his elder brother as a murder weapon. .

"No, they searched your house after the incident that day, but they didn't find your sword."

"Then how did you discover the flute?"

"The twins gave it to me."

Lu Wanfeng smiled and asked, "How are the girls He Hua and He Yue?"

Qin Chuhan lowered his eyes and replied, "I don't know, maybe it's good."

There was another thunder and lightning, and then the two of them remembered that there was still something to settle, especially Lu Wanfeng, who said angrily: "Ah, the ship sank, we have to pay for it, what should we do? Should we ask Meng Weizhen for compensation? Anyway, we It's to help him."

Qin Chuhan ignored his words, and said: "The water ghost can't see the real thing, and it can't be like this if it's just a light yellow dress."

"Because I'm a ghost, a dead soul, and I can move freely in the clothes of a living person. Don't look at me like that, I'll tell you secretly, I have yin and yang eyes, and I can see ghosts during the day..." Lu Wanfeng was like a magic stick.

Qin Chuhan said: "There are more than one or two evil creatures underwater, I'm afraid the Lu family should send people to clean them up."

"Do you believe... Hey! Don't! Don't!" Lu Wanfeng said anxiously, "What if I get caught?"

Qin Chuhan thought about it carefully and made a decision: "Let's go back and tell the Patriarch of the Meng family, let them seek help by themselves, and then we will leave."

This is already a relatively compromise method, and Lu Wanfeng also knew that it was absolutely impossible for Qin Chuhan to sit idly by, so he had to compromise: "Okay, let's go back quickly, the weather is too evil."

The author has something to say: The singing voice in this chapter comes from Zhou Bangyan, a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty in "Man Ting Fang Summer Lishui Wuxiang Mountain".