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When he woke up again, he was awakened by the knock on the door, and said with a heart in his heart: "Master, it's almost midnight."

Leng Zhenqing rubbed her eyes, then sat up, and said towards the door: "Understood, you guys go downstairs first."

"En." Hanxin replied, followed by the sound of light footsteps from near to far.

A group of people are already fully armed, everything is ready, only the master is missing.

Leng Zhenqing still felt a little uncomfortable wearing this women's attire, but she still held back, and slowly went downstairs with her skirt in hand.

"Let's go." Leng Zhenqing held the match sword.

"This girl, you are... Master?!" Hanxin hesitated.

All the disciples were surprised, they stared at Leng Zhenqing for a long time, Leng Zhenqing coughed a few times, then they withdrew their eyes, picked up their swords, and straightened their backs, as if trying to cover up the panic in their hearts.

"Let's go." Leng Zhenqing took the lead and stepped out of the inn door.

The disciple followed closely behind him, but his gaze still stayed on Leng Zhenqing's back.

Han Xin frowned tightly: Is this really our master?

The Yuhe River in the middle of the night is pitch black, but there are stars shining far away, and the water surface is sparkling. Tonight is the Lantern Festival. Although there are not many pedestrians on the street, the lanterns are endless, which makes people feel happy. Trance.

Looking at the red lights in the streets and alleys, the bustling crowd.

Leng Zhenqing suddenly thought of a sentence: "When Yuan Sheng Xiao Man Ge Lou, the lanterns on the long street are red."

Isn't this situation in line with it?

The Lantern Festival in Nanhang is very lively, with people coming and going, guessing lantern riddles, setting off river lanterns, and setting up lantern rings.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the lanterns on the street and was suddenly a little lost in thought.

"Girl, buy a lantern." The owner of the shop yelled.

The disciples turned their gazes away one after another. They have stayed in Ziqing Peak for many years to meditate. They have never seen such a lively Lantern Festival. Light to vent.

There are many kinds of lanterns, big and small, some are portable and some are placed in the river.

Knowing that they hadn't seen it before, Leng Zhenqing said, "Let's see for ourselves."

The owner of the paver was stunned for a moment. Was what he heard just now a man's voice?

Leng Zhenqing directly ignored the doubts of the boss, and said to his disciples, "Choose yourselves."

The disciples paused for a moment, turned around and looked at each other and laughed, and several of them crowded together in front of the pavement.

"Junior Sister, does this look good?"

"Brother, this! This looks good!"

A group of teenagers in white smiled brightly, and Leng Zhenqing couldn't help laughing in his heart, they were still a bunch of childish guys.

"Master, does this look good?" An Moshui showed him a square lantern.

Leng Zhenqing nodded, smiled lightly, picked up a lotus river lantern from the pavement, and said, "This one is also good."

Although this lotus lamp is small, it is also exquisitely made.

In the middle is a short lacquered red candle, and outside this candle, there are layers of gauze, although it is gauze, it is impervious to water.

An Moshui also picked up a lotus river lantern, and said with a smile, "I think so too."

After choosing the lantern, Leng Zhenqing asked Hanxin to pay the money, and the group of young men left with the lantern.

From this street to Yuhe, there is still some distance. This way, the disciples lost their usual elegance and relaxed a little.

Wen Bingxuan held a lantern in her hand and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Seventeen, do you think this looks good?"

An Moshui smiled indifferently, and said: "Junior Sister chose it, of course it looks good."

Wen Bingxuan suddenly became shy, Jiang Ziran curled his lips and said, "Of course the junior sister chose good-looking."

"Brother, the one you chose looks good." Wen Bingxuan pointed to the lantern in Jiang Ziran's hand.

Hearing what she said, Jiang Ziran immediately smiled, ran to her side, and said, "Junior Sister, do you think it looks good? Otherwise, I'll give it to you."

Wen Bingxuan shook her head and said, "Your one is pretty, but mine is even better."

Jiang Ziran felt a little lost again, scratched the back of his head and said, "Is it really not good-looking?"

All the disciples laughed softly, and the corners of Leng Zhenqing's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Your ones are all pretty." Hanxin said.

The disciple laughed again, and the group walked to the Jade River while chatting like this.

At this time, there was still a period of time in the ion time, and there were many people setting up river lanterns by the Jade River, and the entire dark river was actually lit up by the river lanterns.

Leng Zhenqing said the formula in his mouth, and with a movement of his finger, the lotus lantern in his hand was lit by him.

He looked around a few places, but he couldn't find a good place to put the river lantern.

Turning his eyes around, An Moshui's voice suddenly came to his ears, saying: "Master, there is a bamboo raft over there."

His voice was very gentle, and in this night, Leng Zhenqing felt as if his heart was a little bit softer.

Leng Zhenqing followed his finger and looked, there was indeed a bamboo raft by the river, he was pleasantly surprised: "Where is the owner of the bamboo raft?"

An Moshui said: "The owner of the bamboo raft is not here, but the disciple just rented that kind of bamboo raft with the owner."

Leng Zhenqing patted him on the shoulder with an open-eyed smile, and said: "As a teacher, I did not raise you for nothing!"

After speaking, he ran to the bamboo raft, staggered onto the bamboo raft with his skirt, untied the rope tied to the stake, and the bamboo raft floated a few meters away. Then he suddenly remembered that no one rowed. This bamboo raft!

He hurriedly picked up the bamboo pole, but after a few strokes, the bamboo raft not only did not move, but almost capsized because of his poor balance. When he was in distress, Leng Zhenqing saw a young man in white lightly landed on the bamboo raft the other end.

An Moshui picked up the bamboo pole and started paddling. When he stroked, the bamboo raft started to move slowly, floating on the Yuhe River.

Leng Zhenqing knelt in front of the bamboo raft, and couldn't help but praise An Moshui: "Seventeen, you are really omnipotent!"

A slight blush appeared on An Moshui's face, and said, "Master taught me well."

Leng Zhenqing knew that he would be so modest, so he smiled helplessly.

Leng Zhenqing raised her long sleeves, and her white hands slid across the water. The whole body of the bamboo raft was covered with river lights, and it looked really dilapidated.

He gently placed the lotus lantern in his hand in the river. The lotus lantern swirled, and then slowly flowed downstream along the water.

Leng Zhenqing was a little lost in thought, and An Moshui said suddenly: "Master, I heard that you have to make a wish when you release the river lantern."

Leng Zhenqing recovered immediately, turned her head and said, "Is there still such a custom?"

An Moshui's eyes were full of tenderness, and he nodded with a smile. Leng Zhenqing looked into his eyes and almost fell, he was so good-looking!

"Okay, then I'll make a wish!" Leng Zhenqing smiled lightly, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and opened them after a few seconds.

As soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the white-clothed disciples by the river. The disciples were waving at them, and Leng Zhenqing was also waving at them.

"Master, can you let me go too." An Moshui pointed to another unlit river lantern on the bamboo raft.

Only then did Leng Zhenqing turn his eyes away, hesitated for a while, and said: "Didn't you say that you can only be happy if you let it go?"

With a unique youthful voice, An Moshui said clearly: "The disciple thinks that Master will be happy if he lets it go."

Leng Zhenqing nodded slightly, he didn't have so many rules, he picked up the lotus lantern, and with a flick of his finger, the wick ignited, he carefully placed the river lantern in the water, his slender hands slid across the water, and the wick on his wrist The red rope makes a crisp sound with the sound of gurgling water.

"Make a wish." Leng Zhenqing raised her eyes to An Moshui and said.

Sailor An Mo held the bamboo pole and said, "The disciple has just agreed."

"So fast?" Leng Zhenqing was a little taken aback.

His speed is really faster than a dull horse! !

An Moshui nodded with a smile. Before he could speak, he was interrupted with a "bang".

It's fireworks, and everyone's eyes are attracted. The colorful fireworks explode on the river, which is extraordinarily gorgeous.

Wen Bingxuan pointed to the fireworks on the river, jumped up excitedly, and clapped her hands.

The disciples were all in a daze, and they didn't see the two people on the river.

One green dress, one white dress; one stand, one sit; one row of bamboo, one look at the sky.

The moonlight is shining, but the point on the river is indifferent to the world, just like an ink painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

What a different kind of beauty!

After a while, the fireworks disappeared, and their bamboo raft also landed.

Disciples gathered around one after another, Leng Zhenqing looked serious and said, "It's time to do business."

The disciples nodded, and all put aside the playfulness just now, and their brows became serious.