New Times Inn

For Feng Qing, it is not a strange thing to dispose of an old mask at will.

But for Hua Chaodu, this sentence always seems to be hiding something.

He was stunned for a moment, then saw Feng Qing as if he didn't want to talk about this topic again, turned around and went upstairs.

This mask…

Hua Chaodu clenched the mask tightly.

He was going to find some time to ask what was going on with this mask.

Of course, looking at the shopkeeper, this mask doesn't seem to be very important to her, and he probably won't be able to find out anything.

That night, Feng Qing installed all the monitors he bought.

The inn was full.

Feng Qing deliberately found a position upstairs, occupying a favorable terrain, and looked down from the air.

This time, when the storyteller at the door said the book again, Feng Qing couldn't look at it anymore. She was upstairs with Coke potato chips and KFC, eating while watching, and even packed it tonight on a whim Guests come here for all the tea and melon seeds.

Anyway, her money is useless.

For a person like Feng Qing, as long as her desire to eat, drink, sleep, and sleep is satisfied, she has no need for money at all. beauty.

In the past, it was absolutely impossible to try to make Feng Qing sit quietly in one place and listen to a play she didn't understand for a few hours. She would definitely play with her mobile phone secretly.

But today, Hua Jing successfully helped her do it.

"The ice wheel on the island is beginning to turn, see Jade Rabbit, and Jade Rabbit rises early."

Hua Jing turned slightly on the table, and then smiled.

The audience below collectively took a breath.

use.

The golden, slightly exaggerated mask was worn on that picturesque face. It really looked like those magazine covers in Feng Qing's memory, like a dream.

The entire audience below was silent.

Feng Qing took a few photos from a random angle upstairs. When she took them out, they looked like refined photos, and each of them could be used directly as a desktop.

Then she secretly chose the best photo.

Today, a small part of the people in the audience are from nearby Jianghu people disguised, but now, no one will regard this person on stage as Hua Chaodu.

After all, Hua Chaodu, who was dressed up and put on a mask, was indeed too different from what everyone thought.

There is another reason, that is, what happened in the inn before, most people are not very clear, but the few who are clear... Huachao is not ready to let them The news is brought out alive.

So in the hearts of these guests, the person on the stage may have been specially hired by the shopkeeper to sing. When thinking about the direction of the Western Regions, no one thought of the imperial court.

"The legendary Huachaodu is indeed extraordinary." Chu Changzui hid in the back kitchen and stood aside with Li Qi through the small window.

Li Qi's eyes didn't keep staring at Huachaodu like Xiaobai.

"But the mask on Hua Chaodu's face, I always feel a little familiar, but I just can't remember it." Chu Changzui suddenly frowned, "Really, there is The name is on my lips, but I just can't remember it."

"You don't remember this mask?" Li Qi asked in surprise.

The expression on his face seemed to feel that Chu Changzui was joking with him.

"Uh..." Chu Chang drunk embarrassed.

Does he have to remember?

After realizing that Chu Changzui really didn't joke with him, Li Qi finally felt that this matter was a little weird.

He finally said with emotion, "Have you really forgotten? This mask... represents that thief."

…

A person suddenly appeared in Chu Changzui's mind.

Chu Changzui suddenly widened his eyes.

Feng Qing looked at the mask on Hua Jing's face upstairs, and secretly pulled out her mobile phone to find the small-cost online drama that year.

At that time, she thought that this mask was handsome enough on that actor, but she didn't expect it to be more handsome than that actor on Hua Jing's face.

In fact, that small web drama at that time still had a little sense of existence, because the setting was really good enough, it should pull the crotch on the announcement.

In the past, Feng Qing was angry, and secretly brushed the data for that online drama. First of all, it was the setting of the male protagonist. In Feng Qing's opinion, it should be the most poking her in the ancient puppets in recent years. of one.

This male protagonist is a character similar to a vigilante. His identity is very mysterious, but he always wears a mask in the night.

Go, hide your merit and fame.

And what makes him stand out from other thieves is not only his outstanding skills, unique style, superb character, those bizarre experiences, and more importantly, handsome.

That's right, the thief in the setting is so handsome that he is scumbag.

So handsome that the screenwriter wrote 20% of the plot just by writing about the scandal that happened to him.

What kind of female hero.

Hmmm...and until the end, this thief is a single dog.

Feng Qing once suspected that this script was written by a single dog screenwriter, and once suspected that this was the reason why the play hit the street.

And downstairs at this moment.

Chu Changzui was still looking at Li Qi in shock.

"Are you talking about... the one from two hundred years ago?" He was completely stunned at this moment.

The figure from two hundred years ago became more and more clear in Chu Changzui's mind.

name.

However, after Li Qi mentioned it, the figure of this person began to quickly appear in Chu Changzui's mind.

It's almost...clear as if someone took a hammer and carved it.

—that's a legend.

This person is indeed a little different from those heroes in the ordinary sense, but in the mouths of the common people, this person is far more famous than many other heroes.

Following Feng Wuhen is not a figure of the same era, at least when he became famous, Feng Wuhen had already gone to the frontier for a long time.

However, the thief is almost a household name in the Central Plains.

It is no exaggeration to say that if an ordinary person had the opportunity to visit the martial arts leader or this thief two hundred years ago, then 99% of the ordinary people would go there Choose to see that thief.

This thief has such a great place in people's hearts.

The people regard him as a **** who saves them from poverty, and countless people wish to worship him at home.

When the thief was still active, every time he appeared, it meant the beginning of a large-scale star-chasing activity in the rivers and lakes.

Countless people followed behind this thief, following him all the way forward, just to take a closer look at this person.

In the end, this thief was no longer a simple person, he began to become a spiritual symbol, or a legend.

Those poor people who were rescued by him would burst into tears as long as they heard his name.

There has always been a very strange problem that has plagued Chu Changzui and other martial arts practitioners.

That is what Feng Wuhen did there after he went to the frontier.

The news that Chu Changzui already knows is that Feng Wuhen was distraught after Yun Shujun's death, so he specially came to the place where the two of them met for the first time, incognito, dressed as Yun Shu Jun looks like the shopkeeper of a small inn.

But...before that?

What if Feng Wuhen came back quietly for a while after he went to the frontier?

Chu Changzui still remembers that the shopkeeper said that in the daytime.

"It's the one I used to wear."

When she said this, the shopkeeper's expression was terrifyingly understated, and she even seemed to dislike the old mask a little bit.

Even when she gave this mask to Hua Chaodu, she didn't say anything, it was just like dealing with an ordinary mask.

Chu Changzui began to doubt, which is why he didn't remember the origin of this mask for the first time.

The audience below the stage did not seem to recall who had put this mask on their face before.

If they recall it...I'm afraid it will be a very scary thing again.

Chu Changzui rubbed his bun face with both hands, and now he suddenly felt very tired.

"What happened to you?" Li Qi said.

“Do you feel sick to read the books that the shopkeeper gave you?”

"That's not true." Chu Changzui sighed.

He remembered how the shopkeeper handed the mask to Hua Chaodu in the daytime, and suddenly said, "I just think that the shopkeeper is a little too big-hearted sometimes."

"Huh?" Li Qi didn't understand why Chu Changzui suddenly popped out such a sentence inexplicably.

Even such a mask is given to people at will, in a sense, it has been out of the level of the heart.

However, the shopkeeper may have more than one mask like this, and there have been countless... That's why he gave it to others so casually.

…

Watching the people singing in the Huachaodu under the stage, someone suddenly said, "Do you think the mask on the actor's face on the stage is a little familiar?"

The time when the first person spoke was exactly the same time when Li Qi told Chu Changzui the identity of the mask owner.

"It looks familiar."

"I think I've seen it somewhere."

"But I can't think of anything."

When a person said it, everyone still disagreed. But when several people say this, the listeners have no intention of hearing it, and the listeners have a heart.

Hua Chaodu, who was singing on the stage, keenly caught the whispers of the people below.

He frowned slightly.

More and more people say this mask is familiar.

But what does this mask once used by the shopkeeper represent?

Although Hua Chaodu desperately tried to remember, but obviously, even if he wanted to break his head, he could only have a very vague impression.

Forget it, he's a little distracted.

Since I can't think of it right away, then this mask might not be anything important at all. Besides, with the shopkeeper's bad character, this mask might bring something else disaster.

Otherwise, how could he give this mask to him so easily.

Hua Chaodu finished singing a play, and then sighed.

The old master is quite old, I am afraid that even he himself does not know how old he is, and his beard grows almost to his waist.

When he was pulling the sanxian just now, his voice was out of tune a few times, but it was quickly adjusted back, so everyone just thought he was old and a little too tired.

When Huachaodu passed by, he didn't move, and he didn't drink tea and rest like other people, which gave people a strange feeling.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he passed by the master who was pulling the three strings, he suddenly heard two shaky words, "It's you..."

Hua Chaodu turned her head and saw two lines of clear tears streaming down the face of the old master.

The two lines of clear tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

…

- For the first time, Huachao, who had been murdered all his life, was ruthless, and was eager to be killed by countless people and then quickly felt a sense of daze.

He looked at the silently crying old man in front of him, and for the first time asked such a question in his heart.

I am Huachaodu.

Already… so annoying to the point of being indignant?