New Times Inn

Feng Qing heard Mr. Shu tell a story in the tea shed by the door.

She thought she would hear a story like Journey to the West of the Three Kingdoms Water Margin, but she heard the storyteller tell the story of a hero.

The man who killed his parents as a child.

The whole story is quite ups and downs, Feng Qing was stunned when he heard it.

She suddenly found that she had been ignoring one thing all the time, that this world may not be a certain dynasty in history, after all, there is a word called overhead.

And... in this world, there may be rivers and lakes.

The words Jianghu have completely different meanings for Chinese children.

Feng Qing suddenly had an unprecedented impulse in her heart.

Alas, this place...seems interesting.

She also watched Jin Yong Gulong grow up when she was a child, thinking that when Feng Qing was a little kid, he often used sheets to fight with other little kids, and then took a mouthful The water is still acting like a blood spurt... It seems that now I don't have to play the low-end version anymore, I have to play the real one.

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Feng Qing was excited for a long time, and then suddenly became discouraged.

She put down her messy thoughts and calmly drank the free boiled water from the tea stand.

...How do you say that sentence, gold always shines, but Feng Qing is not gold, she is a stone, stones are stones everywhere.

Before she crossed over, she was an ordinary social animal with a monthly income of 4,000 yuan. It is impossible for her to become a powerful character after she crossed over... Don't talk about the sword **** sword fairy, I am afraid that she is even an ordinary knight Neither met.

Feng Qing is a more self-aware person. She used to post on the Internet when she had nothing to do, and discussed with others in a boring way. How can an ordinary person become a less ordinary person after crossing over? In the end, under the discussion of the whole floor, everyone came to the conclusion that it is difficult.

Then what, let's think about opening the inn, in case it catches fire... Feng Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, and a bold idea popped up in his mind.

You said... If she sold Mala Tang in ancient times, would it be popular?

Li Qi finished cleaning up the lobby, and then started to clean up some dead corners that were not easy to wipe. He works quite neatly, maybe Feng Qing never imagined that there are so many edges and corners in his shop that can be wiped.

Because of this, Li Qi dug out a bunch of things that Feng Qing might have forgotten for eight hundred years from the corners.

"How come so many copper plates fell..." Li Qi put the copper plate he picked up on the table, "There are... two flints here? Who ever dropped it here? "

He found shabby hairpins, empty rouge boxes, and palm fans with messy patterns painted on them one after another in the nooks and crannies...

Li Qi remembered what the shopkeeper said, put all these things on the table, and saved a small pile, ready to distinguish them after Feng Qing came back.

When he was sweeping the spider web in the corner of the roof, a spider the size of a palm suddenly fell from the roof. The spider fell in a panic and climbed in through the gap of the counter. .

Li Qi also jumped down.

He looked along the counter, and there was a small gap there, it seemed that it was used to store some debris.

Li Qi carefully lowered his head, held the candlestick, and glanced inside through the faint light.

Just one glance, Li Qi was stunned.

After a long, long time, he suddenly raised his head.

"...Forget it." Li Qi remembered what the shopkeeper had told him before, and decided to pretend he didn't see anything.

This... This shopkeeper is really careless in a sense, throwing all kinds of things casually.

Or just dismiss these things. So that's why it's thrown all over the place?

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Feng Qing listened for a long time, and the more she sat, the more uncomfortable she became. She glanced at the people around her. She was either eating or drinking tea. She was the only one who had nothing, holding a pot of boiled water. Drink for a long time.

She did buy some money online, but it will take a few days for the money to be received, and now she is really empty-handed.

Feng Qing is a very thin person, she always feels that the tea stall owner has surreptitiously glanced at her several times.

"Forget it...don't listen to this book." Feng Qingxin said, "If you don't pay, the stall owner's eyes will fly out in a while."

Feng Qing got up and left. After she left, the stall owner let out a long breath.

"What's the background of this person." He whispered to the person next to him, "If she doesn't leave again, I think the guests in the circle next to her will all leave."

"I don't know." The person next to him shook his head, "It doesn't look like a person who knows martial arts."

"Why does it look so scary?"

On the way back to the inn, Feng Qing saw a snack seller next to her, she swallowed and walked into the inn as if nothing had happened.

This person is actually quite arrogant...Feng Qing never wanted others to know her own shortcomings, just like she didn't want others to feel excluded, so she chose to "exclude" herself everyone else.

This kind of thing was actually a bit embarrassing to pretend at first, but after more than ten years of pretending, it can be considered a perfect one. A tall and cold person, coupled with Feng Qing's bangs covering her eyes, most people would not take the initiative to talk to her.

When Feng Qing was in college, she also had a flower name called "The Woman Who Has Never Seen Eyes". The reason why Feng Qing insisted on keeping such bangs is very simple—

A powerful character often has long bangs. The longer the bangs, the more powerful the person.

For this reason, Feng Qing resisted all the pressure abruptly, and would rather be deducted by the boss and beat her to death without cutting her bangs.

This person actually has something in his mind.

She pushed the door of the inn, and then she was stunned for a while, and after a while, she was slightly shocked and said: "No wonder the children of poor families are the early masters, this inn looks like this when it is clean. what…"

Feng Qing just wanted to put her hand on the cabinet next to her, and then put it down again, she was afraid that her hand would soil the cabinet.

"The shopkeeper, you are back." Li Qi came out, "I packed some things, I didn't dare to move them, they are all here, please take a look..."

Feng Qing glanced at the small pile on the table.

One-fifty cents, two cigarette lighters that I don’t know how long ago, old hairpins, lipstick she didn’t know where she lost it, and the infertility printed on the collar she had been wearing when she was shopping Advertising plastic fan...

Feng Qing broke down in a cold sweat instantly. Li Qi also picked up the coins without realizing it and said, "The shopkeeper, I put these copper plates and broken silver in the cash cabinet..."

"Copper plate... broken silver?" Feng Qing was a little surprised.

She looked at Li Qi walking towards the cash drawer, suddenly picked up the lighter and asked Li Qi, "Wait, tell me what this... is?"

"Flint." Li Qi turned around and asked in surprise. He didn't understand why the shopkeeper suddenly asked this question.

"What about this?" Feng Qing picked up the infertility fan next to her.

"A broken fan." Li Qi hesitated for a while and said, "There are two boys drawn on it, and some strange ghosts..."

The more he talked, the more he felt that Feng Qing's expression seemed to be getting better. Although it seemed strange to see any change in expression on this face, he was also good at facial paralysis. Li Qi was still subtly aware of it.

Feng Qing tried for a long time before finally confirming her idea.

So what people here see is different from what she sees!

I am afraid that some things that surpassed the times have become in line with the times in the eyes of people here, and they can't see any difference at all!

No wonder Li Qi was indifferent when she saw the toilet water last night... If she knew this, why would she have to clean it up?

"Okay, I understand." After a long time, Feng Qing said happily, "It's all right, where should I put things? Throw those two flint stones, probably both There is no fire."

She just wanted to go back to comfortably watch TV series again, this time when she no longer has to hide her mobile phone, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head to Li Qi and said, "That what, for a while If guests come, if those people look bad, remember not to confront them, there is a button next to the counter, you remember to press it."

"...this?" Li Qi walked to the counter.

He just wiped the counter, and did see a strange little wooden button there, with a small auspicious beast carved on it, he didn't know what it was, so he didn't move.

"This..." Feng Qing said, "After you press it, I'll be able to know who's coming downstairs."

It was "reasonable", and Feng Qing felt that there was no need to explain it to him. Isn't there an allusion to the "Emperor's Golden Hoe"... These days, the common people lack food and clothing, and have little knowledge. There are many things they have never seen before. Eighty percent of Li Qi thinks that every inn has these things.

The reason why Feng Qing told Li Qi about this was because she just realized that this might be a martial arts world.

The inn in the martial arts world...

A well-known inn, what Longmen Inn, Yuelai Inn, Tongfu Inn... What other inn can be good in the rivers and lakes.

In the days, if you can live to the point of old age and death, you will be victorious.

It seems that someday...is it necessary to order a "No Fighting" sign to hang in the store. Feng Qing suddenly thought of it again.

Li Qi came to the counter and touched the small button lightly.

Qimen Dunjia…

No matter what Li Qi sees, he feels that there will be no fluctuations in his heart.

The shopkeeper who saw him was probably related to Guigumen or the Mo family.

The identity of the shopkeeper is becoming more and more confusing, no matter what Li Qi thinks, he can't think of a possible identity...

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Just as Feng Qing was going upstairs, a group of people came to this alley, and the leader had a pale face.

"Have you ever seen a person who looks like this?" The green-faced man lowered his head and said softly to a child riding a bamboo horse at the entrance of the alley.

"I've seen it." The child only glanced at the painting in the blue-faced man's hand, and then pointed to the alley.

"In that inn."

The green-faced man looked up at the inn.

Is she hiding here...