New Times Inn

"Go back and rest well."

"Got it."

"Your own body is only related to you. If you can't figure it out, then no one else can help you anyway."

This is the conversation between the handsome and amazing doctor and Feng Qing before leaving.

It was at this time that Feng Qing pondered what the doctor meant when he said there was no cure.

...It turned out to be telling her that if she doesn't take care of her body, then no medicine can cure her.

Although the doctor said something strange, but the intention is still good.

The doctor's good intentions, she immediately understood.

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Feng Qing said seriously to the doctor in front of him.

Although this doctor came here and said something strange, but in general he is quite serious and responsible.

Of course, the main point is that he is so handsome, even if he can't see a doctor, just sitting there, Feng Qing feels very happy.

Of course, in addition to this, this doctor seems to have some mysterious aura, which can make the surrounding environment and people weird.

As soon as he came today, the pub opposite was extraordinarily quiet, and there were no guests in the inn, not to mention the strange old man who came behind.

Feng Qing actually regretted it after muttering. Although the uncle is quite old, he looks a bit taller than her. If he really angered him, then he would definitely not There will be some good fruit to eat.

Results...

After she saw herself scolding the uncle, the uncle's face suddenly showed a happy expression.

Huh?

This joy made Feng Qing feel very puzzling.

- That expression may be even more joyful than Feng Qing's expression when she was admitted to university, and her expression when she made money for the first time.

She thought about it, and only thought that the other party was shaking, so she could explain why he showed such an expression.

There are really all kinds of neuropathy these days, and Xiaobai has to tell him to be careful when he goes out.

Feng Qing stood at the door, watching the doctor hold up his umbrella, and then slowly stepped into the rain and fog.

Although it may sound a bit unlucky to have a doctor come here often, but if the doctor is a handsome guy, then why is it bad luck?

Of course Feng Qing didn't rush the ducks to the shelves. It can only be said that everyone has a love for beauty.

She just said that, and didn't expect the handsome guy to give her any response.

Who knows.

Just after saying this, the handsome guy suddenly stopped and looked over.

In the misty rain, his figure was like the figure in the ink painting, slender and hazy, and then he slowly turned his head.

Feng Qing was stunned for a long time because of such an action.

It wasn't until after the person left that she whispered to herself.

"I'll go, it's good to be handsome, and the one who turned back just now was like a movie."

After the handsome guy disappeared completely, Feng Qing stopped looking at the door.

She yawned lazily, hugged the fat cat on the side, and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

For Feng Qing, this was the most ordinary day in the inn.

—If you don't look at Yi Chixue who is slowly leaving over there.

—If you don’t look at the martial arts people gathered over there.

—If you don’t look at the colorful carrier pigeons flying in the sky at this moment.

So this day is really just an ordinary day for Jianghu.

The next day was another fine day.

All kinds of rumors spread quickly.

In the streets and alleys, there are various things that happened after Feng Qing and Yi Chixue met yesterday.

Whether it was the two face-to-face fighting yesterday, or the mysterious man who appeared later with a sword and demon weapon, but was finally seen through by the shopkeeper, all added a different kind to the whole story. kind of dramatic.

This kind of story often arouses the curiosity of people in martial arts, and people start to talk about it.

And the guys in the inn, of course, are not ignorant of this.

Those words naturally spread to each other's ears through everyone's intelligence network or informants.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Not very good, how about you?"

The guys who came to work the next day wore dark circles that were bigger than one. Although they sat silently at a table, they all knew what happened to each other last night.

"What is the shopkeeper doing?" Anhuoshaxi suddenly asked.

"She should sleep upstairs." Li Qi said.

"She's so comfortable." Feng Xiruo gave a laziness to her, "How can she be so comfortable."

Same."

This sentence is indeed the truth, and it speaks the mind of most people in the inn.

As knights, everyone knows how shocking the conversation in the daytime yesterday was to the people in the martial arts.

When I woke up this morning, people in the streets were talking about yesterday's topic. Whether it was a noble family or a merchant, the topic in everyone's mouth became one.

Even the beggar at the door was discussing this topic.

You know, it's not difficult to get those powerful people to talk about a topic, but if even the beggars on the street can talk about it, then it's definitely not at all. Simple.

This kind of encounter has always been a thing that people will talk about a hundred years later, but all of the previous things happened on the top of snow-capped mountains or places of historical interest.

…

"This hero is simply a very magical person. Although everyone does not know where this hero came from, in a short period of time, his reputation has become It spread all over the world."

"This hero seems to be no longer interested in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but it is often just a random move that can cause a huge storm in the rivers and lakes."

This is the latest evaluation of this hero in the Jianghu tabloids.

The matter has become a classic topic for ordinary people after a meal.

However, those who relish the story may not think of it either.

—The inn in the story, it is still open today.

Not only that, its business is still very hot today.

"Did you hear what those people outside were saying?" Li Qi said, "They were all talking about the shopkeeper yesterday."

"I heard that, are you saying that the treasurer is the number one person in the world?"

"It's really lively outside today, but why didn't the shopkeeper come down and listen?" Li Qi said again.

Li Qi is actually quite critical of the shopkeeper's calmness today. He always feels that he has just established such a great prestige in the arena, and the shopkeeper should celebrate it properly.

Does it detract from the majesty of the shopkeeper?

Li Qi is actually very obsessed with the issue of the shopkeeper's face.

Other people in the inn also held the same attitude as Li Qi.

An Huo Shaxi simply felt that the pomp of the shopkeeper was too small, so she should make a bigger one. It’s better to let all the people around come to worship.

Feng Xiruo felt that if he was the one who talked to Yi Chixue for so long yesterday, then he would not remain so calm.

This is the best time to consolidate prestige, and prestige can never be too much at any time.

However, the thoughts in everyone's heart disappeared completely before they lasted for a stick of incense.

…Because everyone was drowning in a variety of menus, the guests’ orders came one after another, and they couldn’t be busy at all.

Everyone in the inn was busy flying, even if they wanted to continue thinking about this matter, they were powerless.

Though the guys at this moment don't understand what this dazed feeling is in their hearts, but if they live hundreds of years later, they will know a word.

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The uncle who often came to the inn to pack a few side dishes and drink wine on weekdays was talking to the aunt next to him with his missing teeth.

"Oh, that hero is not an ordinary person, he is a person who can shake the rivers and lakes with just a few words, and can talk to Yi Chixue so happily, we ordinary people can Do you understand someone like that?"

Feng Xiruo, who was in charge of serving dishes at the inn, silently glanced at the happy uncle.

"Look at what you said, do you really know that hero?" The aunt next to him looked at the uncle and said with a smile.

"Every time you drink too much, you blow like this, as if you know that group of people."

"This, how can this be called blowing?" The uncle's face flushed, "I, I have told you so much on weekdays, is there a blow?"

The uncle seems to be having a lot of fun.

He glanced at the people under his eyes again, and seemed to have found something, so he asked Feng Xiruo, "Why didn't your shopkeeper come out today?"

"Uh, this..." Feng Xiruo froze for a moment.

"That girl, don't look like she doesn't like to talk, she's actually a good person." The uncle turned his head and said to his aunt, "Remember? It's the little girl I told you last time. "

"Ah, remember, this is her store." The aunt nodded calmly, and then the two of them went out side by side, as if they were still nagging about yesterday morning. What happened at the inn.

"Walk slowly." Feng Xiruo said after half a beat.

"Old Dongtou started to blow again after drinking." There seemed to be someone in the inn who knew the uncle just now and said with a smile, "But they don't eat him at all."

Feng Xiruo shook her head to calm herself down a little to prevent her heart from popping out of her throat.

This, this uncle has something to say, it's really unusual.

Feng Qing just woke up from upstairs at this time.

She has a big job today.

Early in the morning, Feng Qing was ready to do this big job, and she even ate more breakfast for this.

The so-called big event is actually just an annual festival.

Feng Qing looked up at the day with a satisfied smile on her face.

Double Eleven.