New Times Inn

    "Wind has no trace."

    In a quiet house, a woman with a soft appearance said these three words softly.

    I'm afraid no one will think of it.

    In such a dark room, someone would say these three words in such a tone.

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    On the letter in front of her, there was written such a line of words, the strokes of the words were extraordinarily sharp, as if they were outlined with murderous intent.

    The woman slowly folded the letter, then put it into a piece of letter paper, and wrote two words on the letter paper.

    【Ye Qing. 】

    "Feng Wuhen..." She said slowly, "In this way, I'm afraid you have no way to escape, right?"

    "Also, Grandpa once said..."

    "Wind has no trace, but the most cold-hearted person in the world."

    …

    Feng Qing sneezed suddenly in the inn.

    "I'm going, who is cursing me behind my back?" She looked around and found nothing, so she lowered her head and continued watching the show.

    Feng Qing's only advantage in this life may be her big heart.

    So she forgot the conversation she had with Xiaobai that day.

    After Feng Qing came to ancient times, she has been very happy, but when people are happy, it is easy to forget things.

    Since her time travel, she has been doing whatever she wants every day. She sleeps until she wakes up naturally, eats whatever she wants, and has no work pressure. Forget about it.

    Recently, because Feng Qing was in a good mood, she even picked up a hobby when she first traveled.

    —Listen to the book.

    An activity that only needs to move your ears, it is very suitable for lazy people like Feng Qing.

    I have to say that if you want to know a little more about a world, then the best way is to listen to some folk stories related to this world, strange novels and the like.

    Feng Qing only realized this after she traveled through it. From the storyteller's mouth, she could hear the various states of the world.

      .

    The girl who sells biscuits at the door, the aunt who sells steamed buns, the hawker who picks things... and a series of people.

    These people will always be the most basic part of this arena.

    They don't appear in any heroic deeds, but they are indispensable in any story.

    Among the vendors in this street, the one that communicated most frequently with Feng Qing and his inn was the one closest to their inn.

    Feng Qing has always been a kind person.

    One thing that many Jianghu people do not understand is that the nameless inn gets along very well with other vendors on this street.

    Although people in the Jianghu are not afraid of the shopkeeper, but the aunts, brothers and sisters on this street are very fond of Feng Qing.

    As long as Feng Qing is mentioned, everyone is like "it's her, the innkeeper who doesn't like to talk, but has a good temper".

    Among these neighbors, the one with the best relationship with the inn is actually the pub opposite the nameless inn.

    This is the pub where Feng Qing listens to books the most.

    Because Feng Qing spent too much money on the storyteller in the pub opposite the inn, and the two are neighbors, so now she has long been regarded as a guest , or the existence of non-staff personnel.

    Feng Qing even has her own exclusive listening seat opposite, so she can come and go whenever she wants.

    The storyteller with the gray beard has long recognized Feng Qing, and Feng Qing can hear all kinds of gossip from him from time to time.

    The old man seems to know that Feng Qing likes to listen to some old stories, so he often tells her.

    Feng Qing was very moved by the caring behavior of the old gentleman. After all, for a social fear like her who almost never goes out, the only way for her to get news of those handsome heroes is only in Such a place.

    Just as the neighborhood relationship between the inn and the tavern has progressed, Feng Qing goes to the tavern to listen to the book and can order whatever he wants.

    One day, Feng Qing was sitting under the stage listening to a book while drinking his coke.

    While drinking, she pondered, Mr. Storyteller's words seemed to never be finished, and she continued to listen. She had been listening here for a month, and she had not heard repeated stories.

    Wait until a story is finished and cheers.

    The storyteller walked off the stage, sweat all over his head.

    As a non-staff member, Feng Qing threw a handkerchief from the side and asked a question she had been thinking about for several days while watching the storyteller wipe off her sweat.

    "Speaking of which, I'm actually curious, how did you all know the deeds of those heroes?"

    After the old man was stunned for a moment, he suddenly showed a mysterious smile, "Guess."

    "Guess." Feng Qing thought about it secretly.

    Mr. Storyteller will definitely not take it lightly, but every time something happens, they seem to see it clearly.

    In this river and lake, this group is definitely a mysterious organization, and the stories they tell can often be unified in a very short period of time.

    No matter the world, only one storyteller knows a story, then other storytellers will know.

    This terrible efficiency is a mystery.

    Do they still have a mysterious organization?

    "How is it possible?" The storyteller smiled, "If we have that ability, then why are we still here telling stories?"

    When Feng Qing heard this, he thought it was quite reasonable.

    …But this problem has come back.

    She asked curiously, "Where did these stories come from?"

    This storyteller, who has been with Feng Qing for a while and is already familiar with her, smiled slightly.

    Then, he told Feng Qing an industry insider that shocked her whole family.

    "Indeed, there are no secrets in this river and lake, and even if there are secrets, they will be discovered quickly."

    "Most of the stories, we know by word of mouth."

    "But there's a small, deeply hidden story that we'll never know."

    "So we have another way."

    "Made up."

    Feng Qing tactically leaned back.

    This also works?

    "Wait, make up..." Feng Qing asked in a very low voice, "Aren't you afraid that those heroes will come to you?"

    "I'm afraid, after all, with their skills, if they come just a little bit, we may all be in danger." The storyteller laughed again, "But...we have another way."

    "What?"

    "Even if we make up, we will only pick dead people to make up."

    Feng Qing tactically leaned back again.

    Mr. Storyteller's vicissitudes of life showed an old fox-like smile, "No matter how powerful a person is, he is just a bone when he dies. How can you tell them to come to me?"

    "In fact, there are many things in life that you can't see, but as long as you think about it like this, you can see it."

    While talking, Mr. Storyteller turned his head, looked at Feng Qing and smiled, "Besides there are so many famous and decent heroes, we won't say it badly, it's just to support the family It's just for living. Presumably, those heroes shouldn't care about us who are like ants in their eyes."

    Feng Qing has traveled to these several months, and this is the first time that he feels such a river and lake in his daily life.

    She looked at this old storyteller who didn't know how many years she had been talking, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

    Even the storytellers in the martial arts world seem to have a little martial arts temperament. This feeling is not annoying, Feng Qing quite likes it.

    "Then don't you always think of some stories to tell others?" Feng Qing asked with a smile.

    "Yes." The storyteller pointed to his gray hair and said, "Do you see my hair?"

    He smiled and said, "Actually, the previous year was not so white. It was all because I kept thinking about what book to say, so it became white."

    Feng Qing looked at Mr. Storyteller's vicissitudes face, shook his head and sighed.

    However, she was stunned for a moment as if she had thought of something.

    "Wait."

    "What's the matter?" Mr. Storyteller asked Feng Qing, whose face suddenly changed.

    "I seem to remember that there is something in my inn." Feng Qing muttered.

    After she finished saying this, she ran back with a cigarette, leaving only Mr. Storyteller sitting there blankly, not knowing what Feng Qing was doing.

    "I remember it seems to be here... Ah, I found it." Feng Qing turned out a file, and then blew the dust on it, choking her.

    "Cough cough, it's alright, it's not lost." Feng Qing patted the cover of the dossier with some emotion, "This thing also occupies space here, it's better to give it to him ."

    There are many crews who have filmed in Feng Qing's inn, and they have left all kinds of strange things.

    Compared to those things, "a script" is actually very ordinary.

    This is a script left by a small web drama crew. Feng Qing heard that only actors can get the script in a more formal crew.

    However, Feng Qing has never seen a few serious crews, so she doesn't know much about the rules of big crews.

    She knew that at that time, some crews always asked her to run errands, including printing the script, a dozen copies were printed out, and most of them were basically left in the inn as waste paper .

    Feng Qing opened the script and took a look.

    —Well, a very simple and clear script without brains, it is also very suitable for the small net red crew to return blood.

    Of course, this kind of love is almost unreasonable, but it is all explained in the script with charisma.

    This kind of script Feng Qing has already been a little tired of watching it, or even a modern person has been tired of it, but if it is placed in ancient times, it is still very impactful, after all, this is a continuous The era when The Story of the West Chamber had to be watched secretly behind its back.

    Feng Qing is almost certain that this vulgar script could be killed in ancient times.

    She went back to the tavern again and gave this to the storyteller.

    "This..." Mr. Storyteller was stunned for a moment, and Feng Qing waved casually, "Don't worry too much, this thing was only kept in our inn, presumably it should also be No one will need it any more, just put it on your book."

    "This, how is this so embarrassing?" Mr. Storyteller was still a little confused.

    "Oops, take it if you give it to you." Feng Qing forcefully put the large stack of paper into Mr. Storyteller's hand.

    Speaking of which, this script is actually a modern background, but Feng Qing knows that modern things will be restored to ancient things in the eyes of the ancients, so he is not worried at all.

    Although she usually seems to be a taciturn person, she is actually quite generous to some people she likes, and sometimes her generosity is a bit lacking.

    "How? Is this story good?"

     Although Mr. Said didn't speak, his eyes had betrayed the excitement in his heart.

    Feng Qing saw this uncle look so happy, and he was also happier, and ate a lot more melon seeds than usual.

    She went back to the inn after eating, and didn't care how the script was dealt with. Feng Qing was the kind of person who did what he said. She won't ask what to do with it.

    After Feng Qing returned home, the storyteller hurried upstairs with the stack of papers, found the owner of the tavern, and discussed with him.

    "Since he gave it to you, then you say it." The tavern owner with a mustache said, "By the way, according to the plan, who's book should you say tomorrow? ?"

    The storyteller counted with his fingers, then he paused for a second and said a name.

    …

    "Ye Guangbai?"

    The tavern owner turned his head and gave him a glance.

    "This person seems to have been dead for over a hundred years, right?" said the tavern owner.

    Mr. Storyteller nodded.

    "Isn't that right?" said the boss who also knew the storytelling industry very well.

    "Just him."