Zha Gong's evolutionary path

In the evening, when Xiao Wu and Girl Qi came back from the city, they heard about what happened in the theater during the day.

The two stared at each other with startled eyes, listening to Uncle Ranunculus telling vividly the adventures of the man in gray seeking provocations, besieging Shusheng, and going straight to the field to beat people. Girl Qi clutched her chest, unable to recover for a long time.

Nervously, he went to check on An Hansheng: "Why did someone come to make trouble so soon! Master Han, are you not injured?"

Xiao Wu stomped his feet and said bitterly: "If only I were here, I beat those grandchildren and parents so hard that they couldn't recognize them!"

Qiuniang said: "Forget it! Even Shusheng was tricked by them, and he almost couldn't get away. You are just one more target here."

Xiao Qi said: "By the time Luomei and I squeezed in from the outside, those people had already scrambled and fled, and the leader left something behind."

He spread out his palm, and there was a purse trimmed with gold thread lying in his palm, which looked like the kind of delicate item commonly used by rich people.Inside is a heavy half ingot of gold, biting it with your teeth, it's the real thing.

"No ordinary people would come to the theater with gold in their pockets. Master Han, there must be someone behind these people."

An Hansheng frowned, took the purse trimmed with gold thread, turned it over and looked, there was no identification mark embroidered on the inside.

Their Yaoqi class has been in Yancheng for half a month, and the limelight is slowly gaining momentum. It is very possible that they accidentally offended some people who also rely on this business for a living; but I don’t know which colleague is so vicious, not only He just wanted to ruin their place, and he also wanted to mutilate himself in one fell swoop.

"Those people didn't succeed this time, and they definitely won't be able to swallow this breath. I'm afraid that if there is one, there will be two." Luo Mei looked at the purse worriedly, and said worriedly, "Even if we are all in the theater, we may not be able to fight." Let’s live with those guys today. If they gather more people to come over another day...Master Han, should we report to the authorities with this purse?”

An Hansheng weighed the half ingot of gold in his hand, and shook his head in thought: "Without evidence, even if someone really ordered him to produce evidence, the government will not accept it. What's more, if it is really a family with a strong background and deep roots, The government may not be willing to take this muddy water for a troupe of Jianghu opera."

He handed the gold to Qiuniang, motioning her to put it away, and stood up with a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Seeing that he was holding the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine he bought from the market, Xiao Wu immediately approached him like offering a treasure: "Master Han, girl Qi and I know that you are not good at drinking, and we have been looking for this jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for a long time." , it is said that the new snow is mixed with the first batch of newly bloomed sweet-scented osmanthus to make it, which is a unique scenery of Yancheng. Try it, the taste of the wine will not be too strong!"

An Hansheng shook the wine jar lightly, and said with a smile: "It's hard for you two to go to the market and still think about Master Han, I accept it." He said: "You use yours, I'll go to the back of the temple."

Hearing this, Shu Sheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to stop him, he just lifted his body, and then sat back down without making a sound.

Xiao Wu wondered: "What are you doing behind the temple? Could it be to see that stinking beggar?"

"You are so stupid, didn't Uncle Yun just say that? The one who rescued us during the day is that idiot!" Girl Qi pulled him heavily, and whispered, "That beggar is not bad, if he can be a bodyguard for our Yaoqi class , I’m not afraid that someone will make trouble again!”

Xiao Wu suddenly realized, and he was still a little worried: "Although that's the case, but that lunatic doesn't like to pick people's clothes, he won't treat Master Han..."

The whispers of other members of Yaoqi's class failed to reach An Hansheng's ears, he crossed the empty space between the front temple and the back temple, and stood at the entrance of the back temple with a slightly accelerated heartbeat.

The moon was shining like a wash, and the bright and bright moonlight came behind me, casting a faint black shadow on the threshold.

He put his fingers together, straightened his clothes subconsciously, and coughed lightly: "Brother, please forgive me."

He stood at the door and waited for a while, but no one in the temple invited him to enter.

This situation had been expected by An Hansheng, and he resolved the siege by himself: "Since brother didn't say anything to stop it, then I won't invite you in."

The second temple is as dilapidated as the previous one, and there are few people there. Even the ground inside the temple is covered with weeds.

The decline here is more complete, more than half of the window rails have fallen off, and the wind blows in through the gaped windows, adding a gloomy and treacherous atmosphere to this night for no reason.

The god statue sat on the altar crookedly, looking darkly at the direction An Hansheng came in, like a ghost that has lived here for a long time and can't go away.

An Hansheng took two steps, suddenly something softly wrapped around the sole of his feet, and he was startled.

He held the altar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand firmly, and looked at the ground. The thing that was entangled with him made a soft and waxy meowing sound: "Meow~~~~"

It was the raccoon cat that had been staying in the Temple of the City God.

The raccoon cat often eats the dried fish that An Hansheng gave it, drinks the clean water he prepared, and occasionally puts a few mice and sparrows in front of An Hansheng, and is already very familiar with his smell. .

The man squatted down and touched the cat's head, and the raccoon cat rested its head comfortably in his palm, rubbing it gently like a baby.

He was about to pick up the cat, and the cihuamao took a step back, broke free and ran away lightly.

But he didn't run very far, and nimbly squatted beside a black shadow, lowered his head, and licked his paws like no one else was there.

An Hansheng stood up straight, his originally calm heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He tentatively took a few steps in the direction of the shadow, and the person hiding in the darkness suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes shot out a warning light, which was full of threats.

There was a faint blue light in the depths of the pupils, like a group of gradually fading firelight, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark ruined temple.

An Hansheng obediently stopped, and straightened up five steps away from him.

"Brother, you don't need to be vigilant. I came here specially to express my thanks to you. I am grateful to you for your rescue today. If it weren't for your brother's righteousness, Yao Qi's class might not be good today." He cupped his hands at the black shadow and said softly. , "All of us in the troupe are deeply grateful for Xiongtai's righteous deeds, and hope to thank them in person."

"..."

The black shadow was silent, as if hiding in the shadows was an indifferent statue.

An Hansheng actually guessed that he would not respond directly to her.

He put down the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand, and lightly patted the wine seal, a strong and mellow scent of sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with the deep aroma of wine wafted out in the ruined temple.

He smiled and said: "A few days ago, Xiongtai took a small pot of wine, he must be a good-natured person who likes fine wine." Pushing the sweet-scented osmanthus wine towards the man, he opened his eyes and talked nonsense, "I'm going to Bucai, I have been immersed in fine wine for many years, and I still have a little experience in wine. This altar of sweet-scented osmanthus is a good thing that has been passed down in Yancheng for a century. It is crushed and brewed, it is a treasure in the wine, it is rare to see. If you don't want to abandon it, would you like to taste the wine with An Hansheng?"

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is really refreshing, not too sweet and greasy, but it has a faint and alluring fragrance, entangled in one's heart like a thousand threads, lingering and lingering.

The black figure remained indifferent, as if he was deaf and dumb, but he was determined not to talk to him.

An Hansheng patiently held the jar of wine, letting the aroma of the wine and flowers linger on the tip of his nose.

In fact, he is an extremely heavy drinker, and because of his weak body, he seldom touches alcohol, but after sniffing for such a short moment, his white face like jade is stained with a layer of drunken crimson.

If it's this person, he really has been refusing to say anything, and he doesn't want him to get close...

An Hansheng was thinking anxiously, when he suddenly felt a slight movement of the wine jar in his hand.

He was overjoyed, and before he could speak, he heard the meowing sound close to his hand.A fluffy cat's tail flicked back and forth, brushing against the back of his hand, itching like a feather.

It turned out that the man didn't tempt him, but provoked a little greedy cat.

The raccoon cat meowed, and stretched out its soft tongue very interestedly, trying to lick the wine seeping from the side of the wine jar; just after taking a sip, it felt sweet and good, when it was about to take a second sip, it A hand suddenly stretched out from the spine, and picked up the cat by the back of the neck.

The cat waved its fleshy paws in mid-air resentfully, and purred softly, both coquettishly and dissatisfied.

Most of the figure of the person carrying it emerged from the darkness, revealing a face with disheveled hair and a circle of green stubble on the chin.

He straightened up and looked down at An Hansheng who was half squatting on the ground.When the latter's eyes touched him, his heart skipped a beat.

The man said lightly, "You like this cat? Take it."

This was the first time An Hansheng heard this beggar speak.

The man's voice was low and nasal, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and the strength and breath of his words were somewhat unpredictable.

His voice was hoarse, not unpleasant, and there was a kind of indifference and alienation in his tone.

He threw the soft and warm cat into An Hansheng's arms, meowing in protest unwillingly.

An Hansheng hugged the cat, thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "You...would you like to take off my clothes and check, is it the person you are looking for?"

"..."

The figure visibly froze.

The next moment, An Hansheng was lifted by a strong force, both man and cat.

The man pulled him tightly in front of him, his eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? What do you know?!"

He suddenly exuded an unrestrainable murderous aura, and his originally calm and indifferent eyes burst out with a fiery and intense light like sparks, staring straight at An Hansheng, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart through those clear eyes go.

The cihuamao was embraced by the two of them, jumped up in fright, groaned, and stretched out its sharp nails, as if it wanted to scratch the man's face; halfway through, before touching the man's skin, it suddenly remembered this guy and hugged him My own people have served me together for a long time, and the nails were taken back angrily.

Faced with the sudden burst of killing intent, An Hansheng remained unmoved, and raised his hand to comfort the raccoon cat's head.

He stood up straight and just reached the brow of the man, raised his head slightly, and said gently: "You don't have to be wary of me, I promise, Yao Qiban and I will not pose any threat to you."

He softened his voice: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, the kindness received by others should be repaid by springs. An Hansheng just wants to drink with brother and express his gratitude. If brother can't believe it, you can follow brother's peace of mind." way, come—”

When he said that, he only had the intention of retreating to advance in his heart; the person in front of him was sane, and even a practicer who was hiding his whereabouts. From the perspective of irrelevant people like him who rescued them during the day, he should have a good heart.

When An Hansheng talked to this point, he thought that the other party would pride himself on his identity and would not be serious with him.

Unexpectedly, he still had the polite words on the scene in his mouth, but he felt a chill in his chest, and a hand went straight into his shirt.

Then, the slight sound of cloth being torn apart sounded in the ruined temple where a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

The other party took off his clothes without any scruples with a pair of warm hands.