"Go back and get more rest."

"Got it."

"Your own body is only related to you. If you can't let go, then no one can help you anyway."

This was the conversation between the handsome and amazing doctor and Feng Qing before he left. It

was at this time that Feng Qing figured out what the doctor meant by incurable.

... It turned out that he was telling her that if she didn't take care of her body, then no medicine would be able to cure it.

Although the doctor's words were a bit strange, his original intention was good.

She understood the doctor's good intentions at once.

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Feng Qing said seriously to the doctor in front of her.

Although this doctor came here and said some strange things, he was generally quite serious and responsible.

Of course, the most important point is that he is so handsome. Even if he can't treat patients, just sitting there, Feng Qing feels very happy.

Of course, in addition to this, this doctor seems to have some mysterious aura, which can make the surrounding environment and people become weird.

Just like today when he came, the tavern opposite was particularly quiet, and there was no customer in the inn, not to mention the strange old man who came later.

Feng Qing actually felt a little regretful after muttering. Although the master is quite old, he looks a head taller than her. If she really angers him, then she will definitely not have a good ending. As

a result...

she saw with her own eyes that after she scolded the master, the master's face suddenly showed a hint of joy.

Huh?

This kind of joy made Feng Qing feel very puzzled.

——That expression was probably happier than the one Feng Qing had when she was admitted to university, and happier than the one she had when she first made money.

After thinking about it, she felt that the other party was a masochist, which could explain why he had such an expression.

There are really all kinds of mental illnesses these days. Xiaobai will have to tell him to be careful when he goes out in the future.

Feng Qing stood at the door and watched the doctor hold up an umbrella, and then slowly walked into the rain mist.

"Come for tea if you have the chance in the future." Feng Qing shouted this when she saw the person was about to walk out of her sight.

Although it sounds a bit unlucky to ask a doctor to come often when he has nothing to do, if the doctor is a handsome guy, who cares whether it is unlucky or not?

Of course Feng Qing was not in a hurry to do it. It can only be said that everyone loves beauty.

She just said this, and did not expect the handsome guy to give her any response.

Who knows.

Just after she finished speaking, the handsome guy suddenly stopped and looked over.

In the misty rain, his figure was like the figure in the ink painting, slender and hazy, and then he slowly turned his head away.

Feng Qing was stunned for a long time because of this action.

It was not until the man left that she muttered to herself.

"Oh my god, being handsome has its advantages. Just now, he turned back like a movie."

After the handsome guy's figure completely disappeared, Feng Qing stopped looking at the door.

She yawned lazily, took the fat cat and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

For Feng Qing, this was the most ordinary day in the inn.

- If you don't look at Yi Chixue who was slowly leaving.

- If you don't look at the martial artists who gathered over there.

- If you don't look at the various pigeons flying in the sky at this moment.

Then this day is indeed just an ordinary day for the martial arts world.

The next day was another sunny day.

All kinds of rumors in the martial arts world spread quickly.

The streets and alleys were full of rumors about what happened after Feng Qing and Yi Chixue met yesterday.

Whether it was the two men fighting face to face yesterday, or the mysterious man holding the sword and magic weapon who appeared later and was finally seen through by the shopkeeper, all added a different kind of drama to the whole story.

Often this kind of story can arouse the curiosity of people in the martial arts world, and people began to talk about it with great pleasure.

And the staff in the inn naturally knew about this.

Those words naturally reached each other's ears through everyone's intelligence network or informants.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Not very well, how about you?"

The staff who came to work the next day had dark circles under their eyes, and although they sat in front of a table in silence, they all knew what each other had experienced last night.

"What is the shopkeeper doing?" An Huo Shaxi suddenly asked.

"She should be sleeping upstairs." Li Qi said.

"She is so comfortable." Feng Xiruo yawned lazily, "How can she be so comfortable?"

"Sometimes I admire this point of the shopkeeper. No matter what happens outside, she can run her small inn with peace of mind, as if the ups and downs in the world have nothing to do with her."

This sentence is indeed true, and it speaks out the thoughts of most people in the inn.

As knights, everyone knows how shocking the conversation yesterday was to the people in the world of martial arts. When

they woke up this morning, people in the streets and alleys were talking about yesterday's topic. No matter whether they were nobles or peddlers, everyone was talking about the same topic.

Even the beggars at the door were discussing this topic.

You know, it's not difficult to get those powerful people to talk about a topic, but if even beggars on the street talk about it, then it's definitely not simple at all.

This kind of encounter has always been something that people will still talk about a hundred years later, but all of the previous things happened on the top of the snowy mountains or in places of historical interest.

...

"This hero is simply a special and magical person. Although no one knows where this hero came from, his reputation spread throughout the world in a short period of time."

"This hero seems to no longer be interested in the affairs of the world, but often just a casual move can cause a huge storm in the world."

This is the latest evaluation of this hero in the tabloids of the world.

A person who lives in seclusion, but his every move can cause a huge storm in the world.

This kind of character setting instantly burst everyone's excitement, not to mention that the two great swordsmen of the time met and attacked each other. This kind of search for someone who may never meet in a lifetime has become a classic topic of conversation for ordinary people.

However, those who enjoy talking about the story may not think of it.

——The inn in the story is still open today.

Not only that, it seems to be doing very hot business today.

"Did you hear what those people outside are saying?" Li Qi said, "They are all talking about the shopkeeper yesterday."

"I heard it, they are all saying that the shopkeeper is the best in the world."

"It's really lively outside today, but why doesn't the shopkeeper come down to listen?" Li Qi said again. Li

Qi actually has some complaints about the shopkeeper's calmness today. He always feels that the shopkeeper should celebrate well since he has just established such a great prestige in the world. Would

it be a loss of the shopkeeper's dignity to be ordinary like before?

Li Qi is actually very obsessed with the issue of the shopkeeper's face.

Other people in the inn held the same attitude as Li Qi.

An Huoshaxi simply felt that the shopkeeper's show was too small, and that he should have a bigger one, so that all the people around him could come to pay their respects.

Feng Xiruo, on the other hand, felt that if he had been the one who had talked to Yi Chixue for so long yesterday, he would definitely not have remained so calm.

This is the best time to consolidate prestige, and prestige is something that can never be too much.

However, everyone's thoughts completely disappeared before they lasted for the time of an incense stick.

...Because everyone was drowning in all kinds of menus, and the customers' orders came one after another, and they were simply unable to keep up.

Everyone in the inn was so busy that they were exhausted even if they wanted to continue thinking about this matter.

Although the employees at this moment did not understand what was going on in their hearts, if they lived a few hundred years later, they would know a word.

——Strange style of painting.

The master who usually came to the inn to pack a few side dishes and drink was talking to the lady next to him with his toothless mouth today.

"Oh, that hero is not an ordinary person. He is the one who can shake the world with just a casual word. He can talk to Yi Chixue so happily. Can we ordinary people understand such a person?"

Feng Xiruo, who was in charge of serving dishes in the inn, silently glanced at the master who was bragging happily.

"Look at what you said, do you really know that hero?" The auntie next to him looked at the old man and said with a smile.

"Every time you drink too much, you brag like this, as if you know that group of people."

"How can this be called bragging?" The old man's face flushed, "I, I have said so many things to you on weekdays, is there a single word that I brag about?"

"Come on? With your character, I don't know." The auntie should have seen through the old man a long time ago, so she was just laughing.

The old man seemed to be bored.

"Forget it, forget it, give me two plates of side dishes and a pot of wine, the most ordinary one." The old man was frustrated by the auntie and could only say to Feng Xiruo.

He scanned the people in front of him again, and seemed to have discovered something, so he asked Feng Xiruo, "Why didn't your shopkeeper come out today?"

"Uh, this..." Feng Xiruo was stunned for a moment.

"That girl, although she doesn't like to talk, she is actually a very nice person." The old man turned his head and said to the old lady, "Do you remember her? It's the little girl I told you about last time."

"Oh, remember, this is the shop she opened." The old lady nodded calmly, and then the two of them walked out shoulder to shoulder, and when they walked out, they seemed to be still nagging about what happened in the inn yesterday morning.

"Goodbye." Feng Xiruo said half a beat slower from behind.

"The old boss started bragging again after drinking." Someone in the guest room who seemed to know the old man just now said with a smile, "But people don't buy his tricks at all."

Feng Xiruo shook her head to calm herself down a little to prevent her heart from jumping out of her throat.

This old man is really extraordinary.

Feng Qing just woke up from upstairs at this time.

She has a big job today.

Early in the morning, Feng Qing packed up and prepared to do this big job. She even ate a little more breakfast for this.

The so-called big job is actually just an annual festival.

Feng Qing looked up at the date and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

It's Double Eleven.