Zha Gong's evolutionary path

The members of Yaoqi's class got the order and didn't bother the people who were leaning against the back door of the temple. A group of people who knew the way and the way packed their luggage, lit a fire and cooked, and soon settled down in the front temple.Two lean horses were tied to an old stone in front of the temple, looking down at a field of weeds, flicking their tails as if no one else was there, eating their dinner with relish.

Qiuniang took out a rice bag from her luggage, weighed it, untied the cloth rope, and poured the rice grains into the pot, mixed it with a large spoonful of water, and stirred it gently.The flames are rising vigorously, and the sweet porridge fragrance slowly rises in the pot.

Other people who had been busy during the day were all sitting around in front of the ashes-covered statue, waiting for Qiuniang to call for dinner, while chatting casually.

Xiao Wu and Girl Qi sat close together, they were close in age, they were used to flirting with each other, and they couldn't finish talking all day long.

Girl Qi bit Xiao Wu's ear, and said softly, "Really, you were also lifted by that beggar? What's wrong with him? Xiao Wu, I'm afraid, you sleep next to me at night."

Xiao Wudao: "Okay! I'll watch over you. If that stinky beggar dares to touch me in the middle of the night and do something wrong, I don't care about his ugliness, I will make his brains bloom!!"

The middle-aged man with gray temples just listened to him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu, he is just a delirious fool, what do you care about with him? Master Han said let us not provoke him, you Don't worry about your torn clothes."

Xiao Wu said disapprovingly: "Uncle Yun, that beggar Huazi is so dirty, he stays with us in the same ruined temple, and I'm worried that he has lice on his body, so let us pass it to us. We old men, we can't put it on Did he get kicked out! Anyway, beggars are beggars everywhere, sleeping in and out of the temple is not the same!"

"You can't say that, if Master Han didn't take us in, we might end up like him..."

After Uncle Ranunculus said this, the taciturn young man in the team changed his face, showing a bit of pain, and exchanged glances with the preoccupied man next to him.

Uncle Yun hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, Xiaoqi and Luomei, don't think about it, you two, if you enter Yaoqi's class, you will be your own. It's not easy for everyone to get together from all corners of the world."

The young man named Xiao Qi said softly: "The past two years have been bad, and each county can't stay for a long time, and there are not many people watching the theater..." He thought for a while, and corrected himself, "Yes The silver taels of ordinary people are running out."

Luo Mei followed and said, "Master Han has a good heart, but I don't know how long this can last."

There was a moment of silence, accompanied by the subtle sound of Qiuniang making porridge, filling the air.

Qi girl broke the silence nonchalantly, and said heartily: "What are you afraid of! With me, the head of the family, and Master Han's beautiful sword dance, it will not be a problem to support everyone! If there are not many people in Yancheng to watch the show, it's a big deal If we go to the next place, we can always find a way out!"

Shu Sheng, holding a large bundle of dry firewood, strode in from outside the temple, and glanced at the people sitting in front of the statue with a drawn face.

He was the only one in Quan Yaoqi's class who followed An Hansheng from the beginning to the end, and the rest were picked up one after another on the road, so his speaking status in this team was second only to An Hansheng.

But although this person usually has a loud voice and a stinky face, and looks like he owes him a hundred and eighty taels of silver, in fact he is not bad at heart.He has a strong figure and a solid body. Once a wealthy family wanted to invite him to be a nursing home. He would not worry about food and clothing. After hesitating for a while, he still refused. He still has no complaints or regrets. Wandering around with An Hansheng.Therefore, among these people, he is the one who knows An Hansheng best.

Girl Qi saw him coming in with firewood, and she didn't mind at all that he tried to stop Master Han from buying her a new hairpin during the day, so she happily asked, "Hey, why are you alone, where is Master Han?"

Shu Sheng said with a straight face, "He told you to eat when it's time to eat, don't wait for him, he will be back soon."

When I came out of a pawnshop with the curtain lifted, it was already dark.An Han Sheng took care of the 50 taels of silver he had just exchanged, and quickened his pace.

After passing a pharmacy, he slowed down a little, thought for a while, and turned in.

An old doctor with white beard and hair was sitting in the pharmacy, leaning against the wall and taking a nap.Awakened by the sound of footsteps, he looked up and saw An Hansheng, and said slowly: "Sit." He was about to reach out to feel his pulse.

The man did not extend his wrist to him, but shrank back, and then asked, "Old man, it's not that I want to see a doctor. Excuse me, is there any medicine for madness?"

The old doctor opened his eyes a little wider: "What madness?"

An Hansheng thought about it for a while, and said uncertainly: "Probably...he likes to pick people's clothes." He added, "Other than that, there are no other acts of transgression, and they don't hurt people."

The old doctor was amused: "What's wrong with this? I haven't heard of this kind of disease in my life. Could it be that I'm getting old and want to be a little lady?" He squinted his eyes and looked An Hansheng up and down, thinking that he should It's not that this young man has such a shady eccentricity, and the excuse is that other people want to come to seek medical advice.

Just looking at the young man in front of him, with a clean face and a gentle and peaceful temperament, he really doesn't look like that kind of eccentric lunatic.

In fact, An Hansheng was holding a small hope, and planned to ask the beggar in the temple. If he could find some direction and give him some medicine for calming the mind, he probably wouldn't be able to get close to anyone. Random attacks.

Seeing that the doctor didn't seem to be able to tell the truth, An Hansheng sighed secretly and gave up.

He cupped his hands to leave, and said: "Excuse me. By the way, please ask the doctor to grab some typhoid prescriptions, the ones that calm the nerves and relieve asthma, don't need too good medicinal materials."

"Master Han is back." As soon as An Hansheng stepped into the temple gate, he smelled the faint fragrance of porridge and rice, and his stomach gurgled lightly after a day of running around.

Everyone waited for him to come back before eating, and the steaming porridge bowl was placed in the middle, and no one moved it.

An Hansheng handed the small bag of silver taels in his arms to Qiuniang who was beside him, and said with a smile: "It's so late, why don't you have dinner yet? Come on, let's start."

Qiuniang took the bag, carefully hid it in her close-fitting pocket, and turned to serve him porridge.

An Hansheng said to Shusheng: "You fill a bowl and send it to the man behind the temple."

Shu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and his face darkened reluctantly, but An Hansheng's tone was gentle but not open to rebuttal.After struggling for a while, he reluctantly took a bowl, scooped up a few tablespoons indiscriminately, and angrily carried the bowl to the back of the temple.

Girl Qi pouted: "We can't get enough to eat ourselves, why bother with that crazy beggar."

An Hansheng had already picked up his own bowl, blew on it gently, and said in a soft voice: "We are all under the same roof. He has no relatives or friends. It's pitiful. It's just a bowl of porridge."

Uncle Ranunculus, Xiao Qi and Luo Mei all remained silent.

Xiao Wu was still a little bit angry, but Qi Yatou's girlish nature quickly pulled him away to mutter something else, and he immediately didn't have the heart to ask Master Han's usual dog and mouse to meddle in their own business.

Shusheng walked from the front of the temple to the back of the temple in a few strides, and saw that stinky beggar who was just eating and waiting to die, curled up in the shadows and remained motionless.

He had already heard Xiao Wu and Qi girl describe the weird behavior of this beggar, regardless of gender, who would strip off his clothes when he approached.

A few steps forward, he put the bowl on the ground with a clang, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, get up and eat, our Master Han will reward you—"

Before the word "的" was finished, there was a flash of light in the black shadow, and a huge momentum was under the hood, knocking the defenseless man a few steps away.Shu Sheng staggered twice, and just as he stood firm, he felt a pair of ten fingers as sharp as eagle claws clutching the hem of his clothes.

The beggar didn't know how long he hadn't trimmed his nails. The sharp nails touched the flesh coldly, blood could be seen at every turn.

Shu Sheng is different from Xiao Wu and Qi girl, he has learned some martial arts and has some basic skills, how could he be panicked by this sudden attack.He had long intended to teach this stinky beggar a lesson for Girl Qi and Xiao Wu, and now he was taking advantage of his wish, thinking to himself, Master Han can't blame me, this guy did it first.

Immediately, he stretched out a very powerful hand, grabbed the beggar collar of his shirt with both hands, held his breath and tried hard, intending to throw him straight towards the back door of the temple.

Who knew that the beggar who was sloppy was sloppy, and his reaction was surprisingly fast.

The moment the back collar was lifted, he raised his foot and savagely swept the bottom of the person who lifted him up.This kick was as heavy as a thousand pounds, it was hard and fast, Shu Sheng staggered, he lost his center of gravity and had to let go.

As soon as he stood firmly, the beggar immediately followed the stick and bullied him, grabbed his hem with both hands and pulled it hard, exposing Shusheng's strong tendons to the outside.

But at this time, the moonlight was hidden behind the cloudy clouds, and the back of the temple was not as bright as the bonfire in front of the temple. Beggar squinted his eyes for a while and couldn't see Shusheng's upper body clearly.

He simply didn't do anything, and when Shusheng was full of anger, he hugged the man's waist when he jumped up, rolling a gourd, and the two of them fell out of the ruined temple together, rolling together in the open space. heap.

An Hansheng heard the movement behind, put down the bowl and rushed over, just in time to see the scene where the beggar suppressed Shusheng who was waving his hands, and carefully looked at the man's upper body with a pair of faint blue eyes.

After watching Shu Sheng whose clothes were torn out of shape, he seemed to feel something, and raised his head to look at An Hansheng who was standing by the temple gate.

The four eyes met, An Hansheng's heart trembled slightly - those eyes hidden under the disheveled face were clearly clear and calm, and there was no sign of frenzy or agitation in his eyes.He stared fixedly at An Hansheng, with a vigilant and cold light flashing across his eyes, as if warning him that if he took a step closer, Shu Sheng whose clothes were torn would be a lesson for him.

This man is hundreds of times stronger than Shu Sheng who has practiced martial arts. It seems that he is not the lunatic they thought he was, and he knows exactly what he is doing.

But why is he obsessed with picking up people's clothes?What is he looking for, or hiding?

The beggar looked at him for a while, An Hansheng felt his throat itching, he pressed his chest, and coughed lightly.

Seeing that he was just standing there quietly, with no intention of coming over, the downcast man looked away.

His eyes fell on the porridge bowl that Shu Sheng had placed on the ground before, his brows slightly moved, and he glanced at An Hansheng again.

An Hansheng said: "Brother..."

The beggar let go of the hand on Shusheng's chest, stood up without saying a word, walked back into the temple, and quickly hid his figure behind the increasingly dilapidated and old temple gate.

Shu Sheng, who had lost his confinement, jumped up from the ground, blushing and chasing after him with a thick neck.An Hansheng took two steps forward, grabbed his wrist, and shook his head lightly: "Let him go."