[Tomb robbery notes] My name Nanji

"Your Highness." The Yin soldier who walked in the front walked up to Nan Ji and bowed. Nan Ji nodded and looked back at Wu Xie. The leader of the Yin soldier also turned his head and looked over, "Your Highness, these?"

Nan Ji shook his head, "My friend, let's go." The leader of the Yin soldiers stopped asking, Nan Ji silently mouthed to Wu Xie and the others, "Goodbye." He pointed to the back of the team, Wu Xie hurriedly Looking closely, I saw that Zhang Qiling was wearing the same armor and walking in the middle of the team. His normal face was so different from the monster-like faces around him that Wu Xie and the others recognized it immediately.

What does he want to do... Wu Xie suddenly had a very bold idea—could it be that he wanted to sneak in and found out that it was wrong, Zhang Qiling knew Nan Ji, and the leader of the Yin soldiers was called His Highness Nan Ji, obviously something was wrong, could it be ...

Seeing that Zhang Qiling had noticed their side, Wu Xie turned his head around, and saw the faces of Wu Xie and Fatty, he suddenly smiled meaningfully, moved his mouth, and said, "Goodbye."

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Nan Ji and Zhang Qiling were walking on the street, Nan Ji looked around curiously, "Zhang Qiling, where is this place?"

Zhang Qiling led Nan Ji to a place purposefully, "This is Changsha, I will send you to a place later, you wait there for me to come back and take you away."

Nan Ji responded, it turned out that this is Changsha, Nan Ji looked at the surrounding scenery thoughtfully.

I saw a big Buddha from far away, and Zhang Qiling wanted to take him to the mansion with this big Buddha.

Zhang Qiling spoke a few words with the soldier guarding the gate, and then he saw the man running into the house, probably to report.Nan Ji knew that they might not be in the original era, so this big Buddha proved his idea, Changsha, big Buddha, warlord, such an obvious combination, Nan Ji just thought about it and knew who Zhang Qiling was looking for, Zhang Qishan !

After a while, I saw the person who had just entered to report coming out, and there were two people in front of him.

The person walking in the front walked up to Zhang Qiling, looked at Nanji with his eyes again, and then said: "I remember that I should not be counted as the Zhang family anymore, I don't know if the head of the Zhang family came to look for me Is there a problem?"

Zhang Qiling remained calm, "I want to ask you to help me protect someone."

Zhang Qishan looked at him with raised eyebrows, "I didn't expect there to be someone the patriarch couldn't protect, is it him?"

"I have something to do, so I can't protect him. You should know the mission of our Zhang family. If I entrust him to you, you have to protect him even if you die."

Zhang Qishan looked at Nan Ji with half-empty eyes. He naturally heard what Zhang Qiling said, and he also knew that the patriarchs have always been like this. Fortunately, he can still know himself. After all, the patriarchs are all suffering from the disease of leaving the soul. He is more curious. It is worth the patriarch protecting him like this.

"If I say no." Zhang Qishan looked at Zhang Qiling with a smile, Zhang Qiling's face remained unchanged, but he looked up at him, "You don't want to know the consequences."

Nan Ji froze for a moment, frowned and looked at Zhang Qiling, "Did you remember something?" Zhang Qiling looked at him from the side, then turned his head away, without saying anything, Nan Ji knew that he must know What, and I must have known it after entering the bronze door, and it was about myself.

"I'll leave him to you. Don't let him get hurt. His wound won't heal without medicine." After speaking, Zhang Qiling turned and left. Nan Ji and Zhang Qishan looked at his back and watched him gradually go away.

"Aren't you chasing after him?" Zhang Qishan looked at him curiously, Nan Ji shrugged his shoulders, with a calm look, and that fake smile on his face, "Why do you want to chase, he will come back to me, and Didn't he let you take care of me?"

Zhang Qishan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Nan Ji to say that, "Don't laugh like that, it's ugly." This time it was Nan Ji's turn to be stunned, it was the first time he was said that, Nan Ji touched his face, Is it fake...

Zhang Qishan was about to walk back into the house, looked at Nan Ji who was still standing at the gate, turned his head and said, "Not yet!" Nan Ji smiled knowingly, and followed quickly.

After Nan Ji followed Zhang Qishan in, he saw a person sitting there, "It seems that you have guests." The person sitting looked at him, his face suddenly changed, Nan Ji hummed, "I think you must be Qimenba Let’s get it right, it looks like you’re going to add one more to the next three.”

Qi Tiezui hurriedly stood up and walked to Zhang Qishan, "Buddha, who is this person, I can't figure it out." Zhang Qishan looked at Nan Ji thoughtfully, and Nan Ji sat down casually.

"I forgot to say, my surname is Nan, and my name is Ji. You can call me Nan Ji. Zhang Qishan, the tattoo on your body is not from the Zhang family, but it is very strange. I obviously feel that you are indeed from the Zhang family, but you have my tattoo on your body." Very nasty smell."

Nan Ji was puzzled and looked at Zhang Qishan suspiciously, as if waiting for his answer.

Zhang Qishan looked at him, he didn't remember that he showed Nan Ji his tattoo, so how did he know?What smell does he have on him that can make him hate it?

Qi Tiezui stared blankly at Nanji, wow!He actually called Buddha's name directly, amazing!

Zhang Qishan sat across from Nan Ji, "Since we know each other, there is no need to introduce, we may go down in a few days, do you want to come along?"

Nan Ji propped his chin with one hand, looked at him with interest and said: "Zhang Qiling sent me here for you to protect, but you want me to go down with you."

Zhang Qishan clasped his hands together, stretched his body slightly forward, "Then are you willing?"

Nan Ji shrugged and shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't."

Zhang Qishan looked at him with raised eyebrows, he didn't believe that the person in front of him was so weak that he needed someone to protect him, so what made the head of the Zhang family to take such pains to protect him?

Qi Tiezui leaned over curiously, "Why not?"

Nan Ji gave him a look and yawned, "You will know soon, it shouldn't be too long. If possible, I hope Master Zhang can take care of all the places that can hurt people in this building. For example, the edges and corners of the tables and chairs can also be fixed, I believe that even if you don’t do it now, you will do it later.” Nan Ji spoke in a lower and lower voice, and in the end he just leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

Zhang Qishan frowned, this man fell asleep while talking, he felt something was wrong.

Qi Tiezui leaned closer to take a look, "Buddha, who the hell is he? The adjutant has never called you that before, has he?"

Zhang Qishan stood up, grabbed Nan Ji's shoulders, picked him up, put him in the bedroom next to his room, walked out and looked at the dumbfounded Qi Tiezui, "You don't care who he is, but he definitely You can't die before me."

When Nan Ji woke up, it was already night. After eating, Nan Ji asked where Zhang Qishan was, and knew that he had gone to the train station. I don't know how much time I have left, so if I can take a look, I will take a look.

Er Yuehong was walking in the theater building. The theater building here was donated and built by Shake in the Northwest. The stage was given to him. I don’t know when and what month he heard his play, so he gave it away without saying a word. It's a stage, but it's a pity that I don't understand the rules, and the entrance of the stage faces west.The west-facing entrance of the stage is called Baihutai, and no operas can be played until the stage is broken.It happened to be sent by someone again, and the deed to be signed was delivered three days ago. It would be unlucky not to open tonight.

He looked a little sad, ordered some dust with his buddies, and came to the backstage, where the housekeeper was moving the costume boxes for the evening performance.Also with a sad face, the weapon shelf was fixed against the wall, and he couldn't wait to go up and light incense.When I turned around and saw Er Yuehong, I went to meet her.

"It's too late to break the stage. The head of the house, do you think you should ask the eighth master to come and give us advice?" The housekeeper asked while wiping his sweat.

Er Yuehong took the incense, came to the shrine, inserted it respectfully, bowed three times, and said quietly: "He is doing the work of dividing yin and yang, and he can manage the stage?"

"Isn't that what other gentlemen say there is no way?"

"Give me an extra three foreign dollars, everyone can help me." Er Yuehong sighed and looked out the window.There is a yard behind the stage, behind the yard is the back door, and outside the back door is the beach of the Xiangjiang River. At this time, the moon has just risen, and the moonlight is setting in the river, and you can see fishing boats leaning on the beach to rest.

On the other side of the river is our own dock.The lights are still brightly lit, and the heads of people are surging, all of which belong to the common people who left their hometowns and went to the southwest.

It has been rumored before, but everyone felt that the Japanese could not hit here. Unexpectedly, even the sound of cannons could be heard in a blink of an eye.Er Yuehong values ​​stability, and changes are a kind of torture for him.

He was a little dazed listening to the sound of the river, and sat down on the chair in front of the window. When he came back to his senses, a gong had already sounded at the front desk, indicating that a guest had entered the arena. The performers in Changsha were familiar with each other, and the performers were familiar with each other. There was a relationship, so I cleared my mind and stopped thinking about it.

The housekeeper at the front desk was startled by the gong. Although the theater of the master is famous, but the gong sounded so early and the Baihu Terrace was not broken, which made him terrified.After pulling up the curtain and going out, there were four or five tables of guests. The other tables were all regular customers, but in the middle of the back row, there was a group of people wearing Northwest leather jackets, leather tartar hats with patterns of ethnic minorities, and waistbands. Horses with leather whips, one of them is the leader, wearing a golden leopard vest inside, and various large chains are hung on the body in a mess.He didn't sit down either, and looked up and down the stage with his hands behind his back, with a playful expression on his face, and said to his subordinates: "Although the things in the south are good, they still look narrow and stingy. The theater building and shadow puppets I gave were built. It’s like that, no wonder I don’t want Er Yuehong several times when I gave it away, but after I finally got it, he didn’t come out to greet me personally when I came.”

The subordinates laughed loudly, causing the other tables to cast strange glances.

When the housekeeper heard it, he thought that this was the Shake who delivered the theater building, and he declined several times when delivering it, because he was afraid that this kind of person would be troublesome.Immediately ordered the boy to go up with melons and fruits.He didn't panic, if it was an ordinary theater, he would always be frightened when he met such a wealthy customer, but this is Er Yuehong's land in Changsha, and this young man has a way.

Seeing the young servant go up, he brought a fruit plate and bowed to several people, but he didn't know what he said, and the few high-ranking guests fell silent when they were full.When he came back, the housekeeper asked him how he coped.The boy said: "Housekeeper, I told them that the second master is doing his homework. After the opera, he will treat them to a drink and then sing the flower drum for them."