Zha Gong's evolutionary path

A simple stage was set up in front of the Town God's Temple.

To say it's crude, it's still a high-level glance, and a more accurate evaluation should be shabby.

Dozens of flat wooden boards are stacked one on top of the other to form a high platform seven feet above the ground. A curtain is drawn on the east and west sides to distinguish the areas on and off the platform; an indigo blue curtain is drawn behind as the background.There is no tile on the roof, and the sky is clear when you look up. The "Yaoqi Class" triangular flag tied to the side of the stage is like an abandoned dog, squatting in the corner and cowering in the wind.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a troupe that can afford a big show.

Before dawn, the people in Yaoqi's class got up one after another, hanging their throats, stretching their muscles and stretching their legs, and tuning their tunes with silk, bamboo, gongs and drums. The ruined temple of Wenjin was as lively as New Year's Eve.

Girl Qi was holding a scarf, and she was standing on the rough stage, her eyes were running after Xiao Wu, who was sprinting under the stage, humming: "Don't let the moon shine brightly, and pity the shadows of the flowers." Clothes are helpless, just before dawn is cold, sorrow is endless, loneliness and tears are dry. The sky is blue and cloudless, and the body and mind are exhausted~~~~~"

Her voice was clear and melodious, and it spread far away in the crisp and clean morning wind.

Uncle Yun took the erhu, laughed and said to Xiao Wu: "Girl Qi sings the West Chamber early in the morning. This is to piss off us old bachelors who have not married wives. Xiao Wu, don't let her confront you Changting farewell?"

Xiao Wu stepped steadily, blushed, and squeaked for a long time, with an uncontrollable smile on his young face.

Xiao Qi was a little older than him, and he was lying on a horse beside him, watching girl Qi raising her sleeves on the stage, walking gracefully, without taking her eyes off her.

Qiuniang walked out of the temple with a stack of papers in her arms, went to Xiao Qi's side and patted him on the shoulder.

Xiao Qi stood up, and Qiu Niang put the handwritten paper in his arms into his arms: "Xiao Qi, I'm tired of you going to the city today and handing out these lists."

Xiao Qi nodded, took it over and looked at it.

A few lines of juanjuan regular handwriting on the snow-white paper clearly list where Yao Qi's troupe is located, which repertoires they are good at, the opening time of the show, and the fees charged for watching the show, which makes it easy to understand at a glance.

"Last night, Lord Han turned on the lamp and wrote it. You are fast on your feet, and you have a good head. Try to send it to every restaurant and inn in the city. The source of our Yaoqi class depends on you."

Xiao Qi flipped through it roughly, and found that there were hundreds of them. Although he couldn't read them, he knew it was not easy.Can't help but say: "So much, Master Han wrote it overnight?"

"Then who else is there? Except for him, no one in this team can read." The woman with a graceful face sighed softly, pushed him, and urged, "Go and come back quickly."

"Wait." Xiao Qi turned to leave, An Hansheng's voice came from the temple, and he came out after a while with a few steamed buns, "Take along to eat on the way."

Xiao Qi responded, took the buns and left.

"Master Han won't sleep much?" Qiuniang looked at the faint circle of blue under his eyes and said distressedly, "Fang's first day, the reputation has not been released, and few people came to the show. You go back and lie down again." meeting."

An Hansheng rubbed his brows, and said with a smile: "I'm used to it, and I can't fall asleep after lying down for a long time. Let me see how the stage is arranged."

Girl Qi saw him on the stage and waved to him from a distance: "Master Han, come play with me!!"

An Hansheng took a wooden sword and lifted his clothes from the side of the stage to go up.

He was wearing a black robe with patches on the cuffs like yesterday's blue gown, but because he was clean and tidy, he didn't look out of place.

The robe was his old clothes, and it fit him originally, but because of his thin body in the past few years, the black robe looked a little empty on his body.A long and slender wrist was exposed from the wide sleeves, not much thicker than the woman's arm, holding an old wooden sword, standing beside the young and energetic Qi girl with her eyebrows fluttering, making the whole person depressed and quiet.

Now that the beginning of autumn is just around the corner, and the summer heat still has a lingering power, he has closed his clothes tightly so that not a breath of wind can get in, as if he is afraid of the cold.

Girl Qi had already gotten used to the character of "Han" in the name of their Master Han, but she was already used to being particularly afraid of the cold. She stepped on the stage lightly a few times, and said, "I tried it, this stage should be able to withstand the cold." Since five or six of us are on the stage at the same time, Master Han, try to dance one more time, and if you don't collapse, you will pass the test!"

An Hansheng smiled and said, "You just stood on the stage and sang a cup of tea kung fu, and you've been checked?"

Girl Qi pouted: "Then she has hung her throat before."

An Hansheng motioned her to stand aside, holding the wooden sword in one hand, he reached the center of the stage.

He stood in the middle of the stage, and several people who were busy with their own affairs in the audience all raised their heads at the same time.Uncle Ranunculus put down the erhu, picked up a bamboo flute, and brought it to his lips.

The clear flute sounded, like the first ray of morning light, with a bit of coolness that the moonlight had not completely faded.

An Han's Shengmu sword pointed to the ground, followed the sound of the flute and slowly lifted it up. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out several sword flowers that seemed to be absent.

The sound of the flute climbed higher, and the morning light turned into a bright, clear and intense sunlight, and the sound range suddenly widened.An Hansheng's sword style changed accordingly, and the sword flowers flew down, turning into a continuous sword movement, like a dragon and a phoenix, piercing the clouds and coming out of the stream, and the ink-colored robe fluttered without wind in the movement of flowing clouds and flowing water.

Uncle Ranunculus secretly called out hello, rubbed his fingertips quickly, and the bamboo flute climbed to a high note, which was emotionally melodious and full of high-pitched excitement.

I saw that the person holding the sword didn't move his eyes, the wooden sword in his hand was moving like flying, and the momentum of the sword was like a river wave chasing the moon, vast and endless; it was also like a long rainbow piercing the sun, rolling in with the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers, and all the people present held their breath for a while , almost suspected of being in a different dimension.

In the past, there was Gongsun Da Niang who danced a sword, accompanied by the sound of drums, "Yao is like Yi shooting nine sunsets, like a group of emperors flying dragons. Comes like thunder, absorbs wrath, and stops like rivers and seas to condense clear light." The woman's sword is extraordinary and heroic. ; but An Hansheng combined the sword dance with the clear and changeable sound of the bamboo flute, and performed three dances with different realms.He is also a man, in addition to being heroic, there is a soft and gentle air for no reason.

After dancing to a song, everyone in Yaoqi's class, who had already seen An Hansheng dancing swords, turned into a few wooden chickens in amazement.After a while, Fang belatedly clapped his hands.

Girl Qi was beside her, her mouth watering with envy: "Master Han, when will you teach me how to dance with your sword, so that I can shake the stage!"

An Hansheng put away the wooden sword, smiled and patted her head: "If you want to learn sword dance, you can do it anytime, but you have to suffer. You and Xiao Wu hang out in the same place every day, and you can endure it for ten days and a half months , I will teach you."

"..." The eyes of people in love can't accommodate other than the other party. After hearing this request, Qi girl immediately gave up her plan to learn sword dance, and she pouted again: "Anyway, I sang those little songs well." , also working for the Yaoqi class."

"Yeah, there is specialization in art, just do your part." An Hansheng rubbed her head again, pointing the wooden sword at the depressions on the stage made by dancing swords, and said, "One I will let the little military commander repair these few places, the bearing capacity is still a little weaker. If there is a martial arts show, I am afraid that the stage will not be able to stand it."

"Eh!"

Girl Qi stuck out her tongue, looked at the few unclear footprints, and said to herself, she couldn't tell that Mr. Han was weak in writing, and he really used his real strength when he danced the sword.

As a person, even if it's just an ordinary stage inspection before going on stage, he has to be so strict and leak-free.

An Hansheng stepped down from the stage, and Shu Sheng, who had already been waiting beside him, pulled him over with a face full of debts.

Displeased: "The air is damp and cold in the morning, didn't I tell you not to dance swords at this time?"

A few days have passed since Liqiu Fang, and the heat is still overwhelming when he wakes up in the morning. I don't know how the other early risers in Yaoqi's class will feel when they hear his lines that confuse black and white.

Shusheng asked again: "Did you grab the medicine yesterday?" His tone was stiff, as if he was the leader of Yaoqi's class.

An Hansheng sighed, with no displeasure on his face, he said softly: "I've caught it, I'll leave it to Qiuniang to endure."

He would never lie to his own people, Shu Sheng stared at him for a moment, somewhat relieved.

He said: "Next time we have to try the stage again, let me or Xiao Wu try it, you go up and dance a set of swords, it consumes most of your physical strength, and you can't make up for it for a long time. Qiuniang and I are so scared when we look at you."

An Hansheng smiled and said: "It's just an old problem, it's not that weak. When you go to a new venue, you have to go to the venue to check the stage in person. This is a rule passed down from the older generation. You don't know it."

Shu Sheng said impatiently: "Rules are rules, people are alive, and when it is time to adapt, you must adapt. Your body—"

Seeing that he was about to start a long speech again, An Hansheng hurriedly changed the topic, and said to him from left to right: "Where is Luomei? Did you tell him what I told him to do?"

Shusheng distracted him and was very unhappy: "Isn't it just a greeting card? He told him to go when he got up in the morning. There are not many big families in Yancheng, so he should be back by noon. You first Drink the medicine." With the last sentence, he returned to the topic wholeheartedly.

An Hansheng sighed in his heart this time, no longer tried to resist, and obediently followed him to the temple.

Shusheng walked a few steps, then stopped to wait for him, and asked him, "Did you put those steamed buns and clear water on the threshold behind the temple?"

An Hansheng admitted frankly.

Shu Sheng wanted to offend him a little. Seeing the tired look on the man's sword dance, he endured it again and said fiercely: "You are willing to show kindness, but others may not appreciate it. If you didn't stand far enough to reach, That lunatic almost picked you up last night, you..."

"He may have his troubles, but he is definitely a lunatic." A pair of vigilant and sharp eyes appeared in front of An Hansheng's eyes, and the faint blue light floating in those eyes made him palpitate inexplicably.

He said: "What's more, it's just a matter of putting some food there. No one has difficulties in traveling the rivers and lakes. If you can give them some leeway, it will be a little bit difficult to meet in the future."

Shu Sheng couldn't say anything about him, secretly thinking that this man's habit of being a good old man is exactly the same as his cold cough deficiency.