You rascal, stop right there!

Shen Shi.

Bai Wan, Ling Shumo and Lin Yan had already changed their clothes, which were ragged and extremely tattered.

In a short time, they were walking towards the West District with a strange smell on their bodies and leaning on a stick picked up from the roadside.

"Remember, the well-known martial beggars usually gather at other people's doorsteps and cause trouble like hooligans."

"We are nameless beggars who beg on the streets. We have to be hunched over because it's impossible to be straight if we keep our heads down and beg for a long time."

After saying that, Bai Wan bent Ling Shumo's upright body, and grabbed a handful of mud from the ground next to him and smeared it on herself and his face.

A gentle and kind young man turned into a disheveled street baldhead.

He himself became a skinny beggar with scars on his face.

Lin Yan glanced at his stinky clothes, his face full of disdain: "As a former official and guard, wouldn't it be good to give him some money to get some information?"

It had to become like this, dirty, smelly and ugly.

Bai Wan patted his shoulder and said, “Although you think it’s good, it’s a bit too high for a beggar to be so high-handed. I won’t give you any information sincerely.”

"I've been a ruffian and a beggar for so many years, I know what they're thinking."

Bai Wan casually straightened her clothes and deliberately ruffled her hair, making it a mess.

He never thought that beggars were any different from people of other classes and identities, and felt that there was no difference between himself and them.

Ling Shumo wiped the dust off his face, his eyes filled with worry: "You've been a ruffian and a beggar for many years, so you must have suffered a lot, right?"

His voice was sincere, and his eyes followed the other person's for a long moment.

"Zi Chen, many people live like that. What we should be worried about now is how much suffering Brother Qi Tu has endured, right?"

"Hey, that handsome brother..."

Bai Wan waved his hand casually, ran into the alley in a hurry, and trotted towards the beggars' den.

Behind him, only Ling Shumo's helpless smile was left.

"I really don't understand what you like about him, sir. It's really..."

A Yan shook his head. This was truly the weirdest person he had ever met in his life.

He is clearly a peerless painter with a noble character, but in his daily life he always acts like a street thug, no different from a peddler.

Ling Shumo smiled: "You don't understand..."

"Yes, I don't understand anything!" A Yan touched his nose, indicating that he was not interested in homosexuality.

If he hadn't seen them all the way to marriage, he would never have imagined a man falling in love.

He had no choice but to drag his tattered clothes and follow Ling Shumo into the alley, following Bai Wan's figure.

The alley was covered with straw as a floor mat, and the ground was littered with leftovers and a pungent smell.

Along the way, many people were half lying on the ground, scratching their itchy hair and catching lice behind their ears.

Occasionally, there would even be someone staring at the outsiders with a pair of bright eyes, tightly guarding the bowl in his hand with a sharp gaze.

"This Ah Bai..." Ah Yan just opened his mouth, but when he saw the person next to him staring at him, he changed his words and said, "How could Mr. Bai run so fast? He went inside in a flash."

"There are so many people here, what if someone causes trouble? After all, the poorer the enemy, the more chaotic it is. He is powerless..."

however--

In the very corner...

I saw that Bai Wan was very familiar with the place. I don't know how he used it, but he actually became brothers with a big bearded man.

……

"Brother Bai is really amazing!"

"No! No! It's just some little tricks. You are more powerful. You have occupied such a large area..."

"You can't say that! This is the first time I've heard of your novel approach!"

"Hey, I used to..."

The bearded man listened with great interest.

The beggars lying around were tapping their toes and nodding in approval.

Bai Wan used a few dice that were laced with something. Even after winning, he didn't ask for money and just accepted the loss.

Then, he explained one by one his unique skills, such as how to draw fake wounds, how to use rotten beef to stick on the skin to look like abscesses and ulcers, etc.

In addition, he has no airs and has a harmless, handsome and friendly face, just like a beggar who is easy to get along with.

He talked about this and that and finally got close to her.

"Brother Bai, we are all beggars. It's our luck that we met today. How about we become sworn brothers?"

The bearded man got half a moldy Guanyin steamed bun from somewhere and pretended to share it with him.

Bai Wan frowned, but still took it out of courtesy and took a bite.

"Then I thank you, Brother Wang! It's worth it to worship today."

result……

This scene happened to be seen by Ling Shumo and Lin Yan who came rushing over.

Ling Shumo was startled and walked up to him and snatched the steamed bun from his hand.

The whole person looked abnormal, as if he wanted to slap the person on the back and make him vomit.

"Cough cough!" Bai Wan coughed a few times, and the remaining soup fell to the ground.

A few little beggars nearby rushed over, picked up the food and put it into their mouths to eat.

The beggar surnamed Wang was displeased: "Where are you from? How dare you steal my brother's food in my territory? Are you looking for death?"

A fist was about to hit Ling Shumo on the head.

Bai Wan immediately stepped forward and said, "They are my younger brothers. We usually share happiness and eat together. He just ate in a hurry."

Wang Zhi's expression changed: "From now on, tell your men to behave themselves."

"Of course!" Bai Wan pulled Ling Shumo and A Yan's sleeves and moved them to the side.

For an instant.

Several people winked at each other.

Ling Shumo sighed and sat behind him, watching helplessly while pinching the corner of his clothes.

Bai Wan and the big man put their arms around each other's shoulders, and they became sworn brothers right away.

Seeing the time was right, he quietly asked, "Brother Wang, have you heard of the painting on the wall of the South City Gate?"

hiss--

Wang Zhi scratched his thigh and flicked a ball: "I think I've heard of this before."

"Really?" Bai Wan was delighted.

A beggar nearby came forward and said, "Brother, I think I heard Xiaotian mention this. It was also painted by a beggar."

"Then call someone over here!"

Bai Wan and Ling Shumo looked at each other.

After a while, someone came back with a little beggar.

"Wang...Brother Wang..."

The little beggar looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old and was as thin as a bean sprout.

"Have you ever seen the person who left the painting on the wall of the South City Gate?"

"Can you give me bran steamed bread?" Bai Wan asked sincerely with his peach blossom eyes.

It’s really a big deal!

The little beggar named Xiaotian paused and turned his head away: "That man is called the drunkard..."

It turned out that half a month ago he met a man known as a "drunkard" who was muttering about people.

That day, he went out drunk at night.

This man had a conflict with the Guards and painted the "Night Walker". The next day, the painting was circulated among the people because of its exquisiteness.

On the third day, the "drunkard" was found to have extraordinary painting skills and was directly arrested and taken to Jizhen Prison.

Suddenly, Xiaotian's heart trembled, and he smiled bitterly: "I think he is from Daqing, and he must be sent to the archery banquet."

When painters from Daqing were in such occasions, they were forced to paint the Sheep-Leading Ceremony and the Dance of the Marching Horse even though they didn't want to.

There were more than one or two painters and musicians whose blood was splattered on the scene...

Bai Wan's eyes were sharp: "Why did he clash with the Royal Guards?"

"Well..." Oda hesitated, "I was afraid he'd get drunk and get into trouble, so I followed him. He..."

"He's talking to someone in the Imperial Guard called Xingyi..."

"But, he clearly said in his dream that this person was dead..."