New Times Inn

—Now, it's been a long, long time.

It has been a long time since that chaotic night.

However, Feng Qing could not remember exactly how long it was.

After all, she is a person with a weak sense of time.

Anyway, this period of time was enough for Xiaobai's high school textbooks to be replaced by tomes that no one could read except him, and it was also enough for Li Qi to develop several new recipes.

The second nameless inn, because it opened in the city of Yangzhou, the traffic was overwhelming.

Feng Qing once thought about whether to move there, but after thinking about it, she suddenly felt a little reluctant to let her own this small inn.

So, she still lives in this small town and plays games every day, from morning to night.

Although Feng Qing seems to be living a similar life as before, she also knows that something has changed.

—and once this thing is changed, there is no going back.

She also knew how much she weighed. After a certain leader died violently, she pretended to be heartbroken and huddled in the inn for a long time.

During this period, she also saved a lot of trouble.

There are many smart people in this arena. Feng Qing knows that she has never been a smart person, but stupid people have their own way of living.

Feng Qing rejected the invitation to make her the next Wulin leader and the proposal to set up a sect.

She even rejected the name "Qu Evening Garden" and ran her own inn with peace of mind, as if she really didn't care about the world from now on.

Feng Qing also didn't know whether what he did at that time was timid or not.

—Of course, no one has ridiculed her paranoia anymore, everyone has regarded it as a well-known meme.

Everyone is just ridiculing Brother Crossover for being too thorough, and it's a bit embarrassing for the crossover.

Since you've crossed over, can't you sweep the army? Why don't you even dare to be a martial arts leader?

Feng Qing also felt that she was a bit humiliated at the time, but now it seems that she is humiliated?

The turmoil in the rivers and lakes is still continuing.

In addition to being more proficient in the game, Feng Qing occasionally heard some disturbances on the rivers and lakes.

Those terms that used to be too unfamiliar to her, now she can say them very calmly and easily.

What kind of infighting, conspiracy, martial arts, artifact.

Every time Feng Qing mentioned these things, she felt like she was playing a game.

However, this is indeed her daily life.

"Then there was a fight in the Emei faction, and the fight was so powerful..."

Feng Qing - drinking Coke - talking about the recent major events in the arena.

To talk about the latest major event, it is the Emei faction infighting.

Feng Qing - while listening, she was glad that she was not the leader of the martial arts alliance at the time. During this time, she also heard a lot of similar things.

Even an Emei faction is already like this, the martial arts leader doesn't know how terrible it is.

"I asked someone to help me to take a picture some time ago, good guy, the current head of the Emei faction is really like that TV drama actor, I almost thought she was traveling like me already."

"But." She changed her posture, "That woman is too scary. I heard that she killed her junior sister with her own hands. She was terribly fierce."

"I don't want to meet her in this life, it's better to stay away from me, don't disturb me playing games."

Feng Qing's friend was on the opposite side—playing games and listening to her chatting.

As of now, she will not complain about Feng Qing's words. According to what she once said, "You are already like this, what can I refute you?"

Since Feng Qing and her friends didn't complain, Feng Qing said it more smoothly, one person can sing a big drama, and there is no need for supporting roles.

"You told me about the innkeeper before." Feng Qing's friend suddenly said.

"Actually you told me so many stories, do you know what shocked me the most?"

"What?" Feng Qing asked.

"It's the story of the anonymous innkeeper."

"Oh, that." Feng Qing said.

"I didn't expect this story to end like a novel, but aren't you going to make money by making short videos with Brother Chuan's idea?" said Feng Qing's friend.

"The actors you looked for before... ah no, aren't the handsome guys and beauties in the rivers and lakes you shot very beautiful? Can you show me the head of the unnamed inn shopkeeper? What's it like?"

Feng Qing scratched his head.

"Ah, that." Feng Qing said, "I don't plan to shoot the story of the shopkeeper of the nameless inn. It's okay to shoot other people's short videos."

"By the way, wasn't the short video I shot a while ago about the retired killer as a cook, which was well received? Wouldn't it be good to just follow that idea?"

"That won't work, you have to shoot something that the audience likes to watch the most." Feng Qing's friend said.

"You used to say that you wanted to go to Hengdian, but no director has ever been interested in you. Is this a curve to save the country?"

Feng Qing said, "It's alright, I'm not very short of money, I just want to make some extra money, so I can pay for the arches, ah, what do you say the arches are? This, this is down. Don't worry too much, let's talk about something else."

"I don't have much to say." Her friend suddenly became a little nervous.

She said: "It's just that before, I didn't think that the owner of the anonymous inn would have such a dramatic ending. I didn't pay much attention to him."

"As a result, now that he really thinks the same as me, I suddenly have a little crush on him again."

"Did you make it up on purpose for me... Oh, no, do you think the shopkeeper of the Wuming Inn has something in common with me?"

When Feng Qing heard what her friend said, a smile appeared on her lips.

Then she was silent for a while, and suddenly said neatly, "No, this ending is what I did on purpose."

…Hey, you have never admitted so fast before, why did you admit it so fast this time! ' shouted her friend.

"I just thought you would like this ending, so I made it up on purpose." Feng Qing leaned back comfortably, "How is it? Does the character fit my style of the second grade?"

"I said, is your paranoia a selective attack! It's going to make me sick at this time! Don't ruin my sweet dreams!"

After her friend went crazy for a while, she asked, "Then what do you think the shopkeeper is doing now?"

"Now." Feng Qing's eyes became a little confused, "Now she is actually doing pretty well."

"It's just that there are things that are difficult in the world."

"She may want to go home sometimes, but she can't go home easily now, because she still has a lot of things to do."

Feng Qing went into a trance as she spoke.

"It seems calm in the rivers and lakes, of course, it is only temporary. After all, some people in this world will be involved in the **** storm."

"And after what happened last time, the rivers and lakes are now like a very delicate scale, and the innkeeper is in the middle of the scale."

"With her there, some wicked people in this arena will not dare to appear at will, and the imperial court will always give people in the arena a breathing space, and a group of people can finally live their lives Imagine a peaceful life."

"That's why." Feng Qing's tone became condescending again, "She's still willing to be the shopkeeper, it's actually a very conscientious thing."

"Sometimes, even if she doesn't do well, don't force her to do anything."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that you have written a lot of character experiences for the owner of the nameless inn." Feng Qing's friend complained.

"How come, isn't this a very common character summary!"

While the two of them were talking nonsense here, Feng Qing suddenly became serious.

"Wait a minute, pause the game for a while." She said, "I have something to do, I'll be back when I go."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and picked up the plastic sword on the wall and went downstairs. Only her friend was left, looking at her back with a confused expression.

…

"Quick, run!"

In the open forest.

—The footsteps of the crowd were particularly clear.

A slightly old voice said: "You can't stop here, the people behind will catch up!"

"But..." Another slightly childish voice said with a weeping tone.

"I can't run, my legs are so soft."

"Then run!" The man in front scolded.

"I'm going to the nameless inn soon. As long as I get to the nameless inn, then you don't have to worry about everything."

In the forest, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the pursuers behind them were about to catch up.

They are the last heirs of a family.

Some time ago, some people spied on their family heirlooms, so their family suffered misfortune.

—This kind of thing happens every day in the rivers and lakes, and it is not a rare thing.

Even if Ji Yihan, the new leader of the Wulin League, who is called the most kind Wulin leader in the past, can only calm down the turmoil in the rivers and lakes a little.

After all, Jianghu is the same thing.

You kill me, or I kill you, these things are the background color of Jianghu - Guan.

The young son of a noble family has undergone tremendous changes overnight, as if he has grown up a lot, but the son still does not understand many of the rules in this arena.

Like now, the old man beside him told him about the nameless inn.

"Nameless Inn..." the childish voice murmured.

"What is that place?"

An inn that doesn't even have a name.

This little boy from aristocratic family didn't know why when he mentioned this name, the eyes of the people around him seemed to light up, but he still desperately followed him and ran forward.

Anonymous Inn...Is it that powerful?

The young man still doesn't know the weight represented by these four words, but at some point, the name has taken root in his heart.

—Maybe it was because of the light in the eyes of the person beside him when he said these four words.

Or maybe it's just because the name sounds a bit mysterious.

So, the little boy in front of him doesn't know either.

He will hear this name countless times in the rest of his life.

Even, the name may have become a part of his life...

The little boy felt a **** smell coming from his chest.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a figure from above the window.

A figure looked down at him.

Although her face was frosty, the moment she saw her, the young master felt that she was different from those who were chasing him.

She looks very beautiful, a kind of beauty that a little boy can't describe for the time being.

Even years later.

The little son recalled the scene at that time and would only say that she seemed to be glowing.

…

Feng Qing's friend was waiting for her bored here, but at this moment, she suddenly heard a voice far away from the screen.

"Li Qi, open the door and let the guests in."

Feng Qing's friend was taken aback.

She always felt that the voice was a little familiar, but she really dared not recognize it.

Because the voice of this voice was indeed Feng Qing's, but the tone was something she thought Feng Qing would never be able to say.

Feng Qing put people in and arranged the room before going upstairs to continue playing games. After she sat down, she suddenly felt that the room was a little quiet.

Her friend didn't scold her for being slow as usual.

"I'll be right away." Feng Qing was not scolded but felt a little guilty.

She hurriedly sat on the chair, and just as she picked up the handle, she suddenly heard a casual question from her friend.

"By the way, you said that the ending of the innkeeper was written for you and me?"

"Yes." Feng Qing was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"However, when I wrote it, I didn't think much about it."

She was a little scared and a little funny when she remembered how she rushed out like a stunned young man that day.

"Actually, I don't like this ending." Her friend said slowly, "Although it sounds fun, it's a little scary when you think about it."

"Scary?" Feng Qing raised her eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter, it's impossible for people to be unlucky - in a lifetime, there are only a few terrible things."

"Really?" Her friend looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed, "You, the biggest disadvantage is that you are too middle school. However, this is one of the few of you. So many advantages."

"Really." Feng Qing said, "Cut, who do you dislike?"

The nameless inn is still open today.

Like every day in the world.

The author has something to say: the end of the flower~~

It is a short essay for practice, and there are many mistakes. It can be regarded as letting me understand a lot of my shortcomings, including the lack of fluency of the outline, and how to solve the common problems of appendix. But is it over anyway, congratulations.

The new article will be opened in a few days, I will take a few days off, but it will not be very long, about a week? The specific time should be said on Weibo. It looks so funny that I overturned all the outlines of the new article on the first day before the end of the old article (what?

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