Zha Gong's evolutionary path

The cold weather does not hinder the enthusiasm of the people in Yancheng to watch the opera. After they are busy with their work, they are happy to come to this dilapidated Town God's Temple to have some fun;

Early in the morning, there was already a circle of people sitting around the stage. Among them were not only those who came to see the theater seriously, but also small businessmen who were running around selling snacks in the venue amidst the heat of the crowd.

Back and forth, the front of the stage looked like a small market, full of people and bustling.

An Hansheng carried the wooden sword and entered the stage from the side of the stage.

As soon as he appeared, the hustle and bustle of the ground suddenly fell silent, like a thousand ducks whose mouths were suddenly sealed, and they all presented an unbearable silence.

Shu Sheng, arms crossed, patrolled the arena, first to maintain the order of the theater, and to separate the spectators who got up because of fighting for seats; Coupons; thirdly, take a box to receive some rewards at any time, and fourthly——

His keen gaze swept to a few men leaning against the shade of a tree, some distance away from the stage.Those men were all dressed in gray clothes, leaning lazily on the tree, as if they were not interested in watching a play.

The eyeballs could not help but sweep into the theater, looking from one end to the other, there was a bit of malice in the eyes.

They had seen enough of the theater, and then looked up to the stage, their hyena-like greedy eyes fixed on An Hansheng on the stage.

Shu Sheng sighed, pushed aside the cheering people standing in front of him, and slowly approached those people.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, there are always such things.

He approached the gray-clothed men, staring at their every move with blazing eyes.The gray-clothed men didn't notice him who was in the crowd, they exchanged a few words in a low voice, and two of them walked into the theater.

Shu Sheng kept in mind An Hansheng's instructions not to be the first to strike first, and followed them with restrained temper.

I saw one of the gray-clothed men passing by a red-faced man who was paying attention, and dexterously touched him, and a pouch fell into his hand.

He was about to put the pouch into his arms when Shu Sheng was already close to him, unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing? Take it out!"

He lowered his voice, not wanting to disturb other people's focus on watching the show, he just pushed the man whose purse was stolen with his elbow.The latter was concentrating on watching, but was suddenly pushed, and turned his head unhappily.

The man in gray grabbed his wrist without panic, and said with a playful smile, "Why are you grabbing me?"

"What's in your pocket?"

The gray-clothed man raised his voice and said intentionally, "Hey, why are you bullying people? Do you want to take care of what's in my arms?"

Shu Sheng gritted his teeth: "Take it out!"

Suddenly he felt his body sink, being touched by something.Shusheng immediately reacted. He turned around and saw another man in gray standing behind him smiling, pointing to his arms and asking, "Then what is in your arms? It seems to be this man's purse?"

The man who was disturbed by looking at him immediately reached out to touch his arms, and said in a big fuss: "My purse is gone!!"

worse -

An ominous thought flashed through Shu Sheng's mind.

Sure enough, the two gray-clothed men pointed at him together, and said to the owner with a half-hearted smile: "Go and search this person, there must be your purse. Not only did Yao Qiban take your money openly, but I will kill you one more time secretly, tsk tsk..."

Shu Sheng's head was as big as a bucket, the man stared at him, rushed forward and found the lost purse from his arms, at some point he was manipulated by those two people, turned black and white and stuffed it into his arms to frame it.

There is no denying it.

The owner snatched his purse, his enthusiasm for watching the theater suddenly disappeared, he pushed Shusheng viciously, and shouted: "You guys are so shameless!"

The commotion in their room inevitably caused a small commotion. Many people who had been watching the play engrossedly turned their eyes around when they heard that there was a thief.When they saw that the people surrounded in the middle were actually members of Yaoqi's class, they were shocked and couldn't help touching their waists and arms.

Shu Sheng saw that the gray-clothed men had seeped into the sea like drops of water, and quietly sank into every corner of the theater. After a while, there were shouts everywhere: "My money! My money is gone!!"

These grandsons came prepared, purely to ruin their reputation.

Shu Sheng secretly regretted that he acted impulsively, and was caught by others. He was trapped among the crowd, and it was difficult to wash away for a while.

Uncle Ranunculus's silk and bamboo sounds slowed down, and he looked over to Shusheng frequently, lest he suffer a disadvantage.

An Hansheng was on the stage, the sword dance was reaching a critical moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he had already noticed the strange movement in the theater.He moved his lips slightly towards Uncle Ranunculus, which meant that the sword dance continued and that he could not be disturbed by such obscene tricks.

Those gray-clothed men trapped Shu Sheng, but obviously they were not interested in drinking, and all their eyes turned to An Hansheng on the stage.

After seeing his graceful figure, he was still dancing in the radiant sword light, unmoved at all, one of the gray-clothed men kept doing nothing, clasped a stone in his hand, and shouted, "Get out of here, sir!" Come down" and slammed it onto the stage.

These gray-clothed men were specially invited to smash the scene, and they had some real skills in their fists and kicks.The stone was the size of a fist, and it was thrown with all its strength, and it was as powerful as a broken piece. If it really hit someone, it would cause minor injuries at least, and severe injuries.

However, his strength was great and his head was accurate enough, and his strikes were fierce, and he even aimed directly at An Hansheng's face on the stage, coming through the air with a menacing aura.

An Hansheng raised his breath and made a wrong step, turned around in a dangerous way, narrowly avoiding the face, but was hit hard on the left shoulder.

Immediately, his footsteps were stagnant, and his chest, which had been dull since morning, was surging for a while.

He reluctantly swallowed the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and when he opened his eyes, the uninvited guests under the stage sneered sinisterly, and several hidden weapons flew in the air from his raised hands.

Stones, bricks, and sharp branches rushed towards him from all directions, and even sealed the gap in his body, preventing him from having another chance to escape.

No matter how sensitive his reaction is and how gentle his body is, he has not practiced martial arts in real life after all, and the slow-to-quick sword dance just now has consumed most of his energy.

He could only lift the wooden sword, and uselessly blocked in front of him, his footsteps were half-sinking, and he smiled wryly, intending to endure this thoughtless surprise attack for life.

"Master Han!"

Shu Sheng was unable to rescue him in time, and watched helplessly as An Hansheng was attacked from the front and back, and his handsome figure was trapped in the rushing surprise attack.

The audience watching the play under the stage finally realized something was wrong, and exclaimed at the same time.

Suddenly a figure floated past the side of the stage like a ghost, and he didn't see how he got on the stage, but with a flash of his figure, he flew to An Hansheng's side.

An Hansheng only felt that the hand holding the sword was grasped by a slender and powerful hand, and his body was involuntarily being carried by someone, and he staggered past in the arms of the passerby.

But before he fell into that person's arms, he felt that his wrist was being driven by that person, and the wooden sword in his hand was spinning like flying, weaving an airtight sword net in front of him, and all the flying stones and bricks were blown away. Blocked from this tight sword net.

The hidden weapon that was shot down didn't have time to land, it was grabbed by the other hand of the man in the air, and fell into his palm as if attracted by a magnet. Gadgets, with a stronger wind sound than before, hit the direction they came from precisely and unmistakably.

A few screams from the crowd were heard at the same time.

The gray-clothed men failed to steal the chicken, and all of them were hit in the chest. The purse sachets in their arms that they had stolen from fishing in troubled waters fell from them to the ground as if they had received an order.

It is clear at a glance who is the real thief under the eyes of everyone.

Shu Sheng seized the opportunity and grabbed the arm of the man in gray in front of him: "You gang committed crimes, blatantly stole, and even want to frame Yao Qiban!!"

These gray-clothed men thought that it would be easy to smash this newly emerging small troupe today, but they didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to be killed halfway, not only failed to plant and frame, but also ended up being exposed.

At the moment, they stopped hiding, looked at each other, shouted loudly, drew their weapons and rushed towards the stage.

An Hansheng grabbed his wrist and staggered to stand still, already leaning against the shoulder of the person who was protecting him.

The man was dressed in rags, his long messy hair was tangled up to his waist, and he was wearing a pair of cloth boots that were about to wear out. The word "poor" was written all over his body.

Just looking up, An Hansheng recognized that this person was the eccentric beggar who had been curled up in the back temple and never seen the sun for many years.

The two of them were very close, An Hansheng sniffed subconsciously, but he didn't smell the sour and pickled smell that real beggars usually have from the beggar's body.On the contrary, he has a restrained and introverted aura, like a blade in a sheath, trying his best to restrain the cold edge.

"You..." An Hansheng only said one word, the man with long hair covering most of his face, only showing a pair of expressionless eyes, snatched the wooden sword from him.

He held him to his side, and the distance between the two of them was shortened one step closer, and the man could lean on An Hansheng's shoulder as long as he lowered his head a little.

The man's light and even breath sprinkled on his ear, and the palm holding him was warm and strong, An Hansheng's breathing became inexplicably disordered.

"Take down that little boy!" The gray-clothed men who had already climbed onto the stage from both sides shouted angrily and rushed straight at him.

The beggar picked up the wooden sword and swiped it out of nowhere, a strong wind swept across the air, hitting the two men in gray who were rushing the fastest like a cow being beaten across a mountain.Those two people were the first to bear the brunt of the pain and fell to the ground, covering their stomachs with their hands and showing pain.

The few people who rushed up from behind had ferocious eyes, and they slashed with their hands raised. The beggar refused to dodge, snorted coldly, and the sword flower flew out of his hands, like a dragon coming out of a ravine, facing several real knives and real swords.

The wooden sword collided with the real sword, An Hansheng witnessed a layer of energy exploded from the wooden sword, and abruptly ejected the besieging sword.The gray-clothed man who had no weapon was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, the beggar who was described as unruly had already kicked his kick directly to the chest of the nearest gray-clothed man. Kicked off the stage and landed with a heavy, muffled sound.

The audience in the audience applauded loudly, thinking that this was a temporary performance, and someone even took the lead in blowing a whistle, and money rained down on the stage.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, those gray-clothed men with bruised noses and swollen faces climbed up in embarrassment, squeezed their way out of the crowd and slipped away.

The palm that held him loosened, and An Hansheng subconsciously grabbed the other's sleeve, "Brother, I haven't asked Gao's name—"

The man broke away from him lightly, just like when he came, his figure disappeared in a flash at the edge of the stage, and disappeared into the desolate Town God's Temple.