Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 94 Someone threw himself into the lake early in the morning

  In the early morning, dense fog filled the air, with a slight chill, tumbling around.

Five days have passed since the Shocking Immortal Poetry Fair. During this period, other poetry fairs have been held one after another. The students and scholars who participated in the government examination have worked hard to perform well in the poetry fair, leave a little reputation, and want to Add some chips to your imperial examinations.

   Some people also invited Zhu Pingan to participate, either sincerely or falsely, but Zhu Ping'an declined. The last time I participated in the Shocking Immortal Poetry Meeting was just a coincidence. It was just that I was forced to meet my friends by my uncle and others.

  It was still early, and there was heavy fog. There were few pedestrians on the road, and Anqing Mansion, which used to be noisy in the past, was rarely quiet.

  Zhu Ping'an wore a blue cloth robe, a schoolbag slung over his shoulder, and a black wooden board in his hand. He slowly appeared in the morning mist, singing a strange tune happily.

   "Cold, cold...

  Hmm, it hurts, it hurts...

  Uh huh huh huh

   took mine and sent it back to me

   Eat mine and spit it out

  ”

  There was no one around, so Zhu Pingan didn't have to worry too much. He happily hummed the interesting tunes of the past, swayed and gestured, and moved his hands and feet to fight against the slightly cold morning fog.

  Most of the ancient cities had this advantage. They were surrounded by mountains and rivers, and Anqing Mansion was rich in water sources, with many lakes and rivers in the mansion. The inn where Zhu Ping'an lived was on the edge of Taihu Lake, and he didn't have to go far to reach the edge of Taihu Lake. Zhu Ping'an carried a black board to find the boulder he used to sit on.

  Painstaking efforts have paid off, and under this persistent persistence, Zhu Pingan's calligraphy can be said to have been slowly improving.

  Put down the wooden board, take out the writing brush made by Zhu's father from the schoolbag, and take out the bamboo tube, lean over and reach out to the lake to fill with water, ready to start writing.

  Because of the heavy fog, I didn't notice it just now, but when I leaned over to pour water, I was almost scared and didn't throw out the bamboo tube in my hand.

  Not far from the lake, a piece of dark aquatic plants spread out on the surface of the lake

   This reminded Zhu Ping'an of a story he had read: A boy and his girlfriend went for a walk by the river. Suddenly his girlfriend fell into the river, and the boy jumped into the water to look for it, but he couldn't find his girlfriend, and his feet were almost entangled by water plants, and finally he left here sadly. A few years later, he revisited the old place and saw an old man fishing, but there was no water grass on the fish that the old man caught. He asked the old man why there was no water grass on the fish, and the old man said: The river has never grown grass. Speaking of this, the boy suddenly jumped into the water and committed suicide.

  So when Zhu Pingan saw the large canopy of water plants spreading out at first glance, he trembled instinctively, and almost threw the bamboo tube in his hand into the water.

  Taking a deep breath, he stabilized his mind.

  Stories are stories after all, and in reality, nine out of ten will not follow the plot of the story.

  Steady Zhu Ping'an leaned over again and stretched out his hand to irrigate, but his eyes were involuntarily staring at the black water plants.

  The next second, my hands trembled again, and I could vaguely see clothes near the black water plants.

   This time, Zhu Ping'an didn't care about anything to be afraid. His life was at stake, so he threw away the things in his hand, regardless of whether his shoes and robe would get wet

   Plop

   One sound of water

   Then I saw a dog-planing figure go into the water. There was a fierce sound of water, splashing, and the calm lake surface was rolling.

Next time, Zhu Ping'an, who was wet all over, exhausted all his strength and choked up a few saliva on the way. He almost didn't donate to the lake god. With a will, he pulled the owner of the black water plant in the lake. shore.

  Going ashore, Zhu Pingan didn't care to catch his breath, so he turned the owner of the black water grass over and prepared to start first aid.

I didn't care to look at this person in the lake, turned him over and found that the owner of this piece of black aquatic plants is a woman, with bright skin and white skin, and a delicate face. She is a beauty, and she is a rare beauty. Just look at her appearance. Still the soft one

   But when Zhu Pingan saw the girl's face, his expression was complicated.

  Why is this witch

  By the way, how could this savage, almost alien species, commit suicide by throwing herself into the river? Is this the master who can accurately hit a little spider with a flying knife?

  Although there are many doubts, in front of life, please stand aside.

  Following the power in case of urgency, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes will definitely understand. Thinking so, Zhu Pingan began to use the modern first aid method of cardiopulmonary resuscitation to carry out emergency rescue.

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  Nice massage

   It seems that there is no response yet

  Looks like artificial respiration is the only option.

Why do I feel that there are more and more plots in the novel, and the novel seems to be full of such **** plots. The male protagonist meets a drowning woman by the lake, after some rescue, artificial respiration begins, and after breathing and kissing a few times , the heroine wakes up, screams, and then slaps, scolds Deng Tuzi and other words, but no matter what, the two will fall in love with each other after a tortuous and interesting process, and then do some things together A shameful but interesting game, and then the time freezes in the scene of a family of three watching the sunrise or sunset, and the story ends perfectly.

   Pull it down, after the artificial respiration, it's fine if this witch doesn't pierce herself a few holes.

  Zhu Pingan laughed at himself, and was about to bow his head and give the witch artificial respiration. Human life was at stake, and there was no room for hesitation.

  However, reality is reality and has nothing to do with the story.

  Zhu Ping'an just lowered his head. Before he could do anything, he saw the witch under him suddenly opened his dark eyes.

   Then, Zhu Pingan felt as if he was hit in the belly by a cow at a speed of 2,500 yards.

  The whole person is almost soaring into the air with hands and feet stretched forward

   Plop

   One sound of water

  Zhu Ping'an fell into the water again

   In the air, I couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of water, but it didn’t matter, I fell into the water and drank three or five mouthfuls of water, and replenished the spit out water

  On the shore of Taihu Lake, the enchantress with her dark eyes wide open, is maintaining the movement of stretching out one leg to kick someone.

  (end of this chapter)