New Times Inn

Braised short ribs, stir-fried snail meat.

Low-purity rice wine, with a little spicy peanuts, this rice wine tastes sweet and has a unique taste.

In addition, there is a pile of crispy and fragrant biscuits, which are sold at the stall next door.

Feng Qing has several small porcelain plates in front of her. These plates look exquisite and translucent, and they have a Jiangnan style.

She took a shot glass and drank a glass of wine.

Long sleeves fluttering, white hands holding shiny porcelain, this scene seems to have appeared thousands of times in martial arts dramas.

When Feng Qing watched martial arts dramas, what she liked most was the heroes pretending to be coercive, or one of the fundamental needs of human beings to watch martial arts dramas is to watch heroes pretending to be coercive.

As of now, with Feng Qing's skills, she can't pretend to be a hero, but she can still learn the style of heroes.

Feng Qing is a native of Northeast China. She used to yearn for women from Jiangnan water towns. In fact, most people in the world yearn for Jiangnan style.

Put down the wine glass, Feng Qing felt that she was very good at doing this, and then she raised her head and saw the... basin in front of her.

A rice bowl bigger than your face.

Just now Feng Qing felt that her set was perfect. The fly in the ointment may be that the person around her ate too deliciously, which made her have no appetite for these small plates.

Li Qi never had the problem of pretending. People who can't eat much oil and water all year round will eat more.

But Li Qi's appetite is too exaggerated.

Li Qi, who was once considered by Feng Qing to have the potential to make delicious food, tastes delicious.

Usually it's okay, but today Feng Qing looked at Li Qi and was very upset, and his words were a little sour.

?"

Feng Qing turned around to avoid looking at Li Qi, but she saw Li Xiaoqi on the window sill next to her.

Li Xiaoqi is also cooking. Although she is frying, she is also cooking.

Her big head was buried in her basin, and she was eating and eating. play.

"...Forget it, I'll cook some instant noodles in the back." Feng Qing stood up and thought, "Add some small rapeseed and boil an egg."

"Although the shopkeeper warned many people in the martial arts around, he did not disturb the nearby residents." A person who looked a little younger said to the person next to him: "Even every day I also pay when I buy things and say hello to my neighbors.”

"That's weird." The older man was wearing a black hat, and he said in a very surprised tone, "It shouldn't be, is there something different about this guy? purpose?"

This is another inn.

It is not far from Feng Qing's inn, and you can even see the roof of the nameless inn from the window.

There were three people on the table, the man with the black hat and his junior brother sat on one side, and on the other side was a middle-aged man.

Don't be on guard!"

"What Your Excellency said is very true." The man wearing the black hat took a sip of wine.

"Last night, I heard some strange noises from her inn. It seems that someone is calling the leader or something... It should be this person's subordinate." The middle-aged man took a sip of wine, After putting down the wine glass, he said, "I knew this guy had something to do with the demon sect, but I just didn't know which demon sect it was."

The man in the black hat nodded after hearing the middle-aged man say, "So you heard it too."

"It's not just me, people from other sects have also heard it!" The middle-aged man was very angry when he mentioned this.

Even if he usually looks very calm, when he mentions this, he slaps the table with anger.

bang, bang, bang…

There was a strange smile on the man's face.

In an instant, he put away all his expressions.

"The shopkeeper should be a member of the demon sect at present. After all, only a member of the demon sect would shout about the unification of the rivers and lakes every day. This is not a decent style at all." He said .

"Of course." The middle-aged man said, "I just don't know where she came from?"

"Yes, please take a look at my virtuous brother." The middle-aged man said and took out a stack of letters, "I asked the sect to find it. In recent years, there are more famous people in the Western Regions. Man, I think that the shopkeeper looks like a person from the Central Plains, so many of the people on this list were from the Central Plains to the Western Regions back then."

The man in the hat was just about to open the letter and read it, when he suddenly heard a lively voice from next door.

He looked down the window, and it turned out that the teahouse opposite the inn was talking again.

"Come on! Brozzi is talking again, and if you come too late, there will be no place!"

"What? Hurry up and take a seat for me, I'll go buy a bag of melon seeds first."

The three of them looked over there in unison.

"Ah, storyteller." The middle-aged man said with emotion.

A jug of wine, sit with him and listen.

The storyteller is known as the broken mouth. Although his mouth is very broken, he is full of confidence and his voice is particularly loud. Often Feng Qing can hear what he is saying while sitting in the inn. At this time, the window is wide open , With the ear power of people in martial arts, it is not difficult to hear what this storyteller is saying.

"I remember that I liked listening to people tell stories the most." The middle-aged man said with emotion, "It's a pity that after becoming an elder, I gradually ran out of time."

"The Huashan faction is busy with affairs. As the most trusted elder in the sect, it is normal for you to worry about things in the sect all the time." The man with the hat said with a smile.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side heard his words and smiled involuntarily, "Nowhere, this is not as good as you, virtuous brother, after all, everyone knows that you are a ghost Gumen's most outstanding disciple for hundreds of years."

"What does the storyteller want to talk about?" The little junior brother next to him couldn't understand the business talk between the two of them. He raised his neck and wanted to hear what Mr.

The man in the bucket hat said lightly, "The left and right are nothing but some major events that happened recently in the rivers and lakes... I think it's probably Li Guxing's business."

"Li Guxing has supported a lot of storytellers this time." The middle-aged man next to him said, "It's just that the storyteller knows that the person he is talking about lives in his house. On the other side?"

"Pop!"

With the sound of a board falling, the storyteller cleared his throat.

."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "This is interesting, let's see who he is talking about, maybe I still know the person he is talking about."

"Huh?!" Upstairs, the younger brother, who had been waiting for the book, was suddenly shocked.

The middle-aged man was also stunned for a second, then suddenly laughed.

His laughter was so loud that it attracted the people next to him, and seemed to be curious about what he was laughing at. While pointing at the man in the hat opposite.

"You, you..."

"Laughing." The man in the hat poured a glass of wine and drank it all at once.

…

Feng Qing is sitting in the front row of the listener at this moment.

She held a handful of melon seeds in her hand, smashed the melon seeds, and listened to the book man telling stories while nibbling.

Hey, I won't talk about Li Guxing today, so it seems a little difficult for her to serialize on this forum.

Feng Qing had this idea at first, and then within three minutes, the storyteller had thrown it out of the sky.

This Chu Chang drunk…

Awesome! So awesome!

"Senior brother! Look at that storyteller, he is telling your story!"

The little junior brother grabbed the arm of the man with a hat, and the man with a hat has been drinking quietly since just now.

He didn't seem to care what the storyteller was saying.

Since just now, this little brother has been secretly observing his brother-his brother doesn't seem to be interested in the sounds around him at all, as if... he doesn't have any opinion on other people's mouths at all. look of interest.

"You don't want to run against me anymore." The man in the bucket hat—or Chu Changzui said with a wry smile.

The younger brother is still secretly observing the elder brother.

Everyone knows that Chu Changzui of Guigumen is a genius of a century.

The younger brother thinks that if someone can praise him like this, he will definitely be happy, okay, how can he still drink quietly by himself?

What a freak.

Feng Qing, who was knocking melon seeds downstairs, raised her head inadvertently, and suddenly saw a person from the window of the inn opposite.

A plain white hand held a porcelain cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

Drink alone, nothing more.

Feng Qing was stunned by just such an action.

She suddenly remembered that she secretly imitated the hero drinking in the martial arts drama during the day.

Comparing that appearance with the man upstairs, it was a little bit frowning, Feng Qing's face suddenly turned a little red, but fortunately no one could see it.

What is the origin of this person?

Feng Qing watched secretly.

She suddenly thought of a more outrageous guess.

His...no, is it some hero?