Braised spare ribs, stir-fried snail meat.

Low-alcohol rice wine, paired with a little spicy peanuts, tastes sweet and has a unique flavor.

In addition, there is a pile of crispy and fragrant steamed cakes, which are sold on the stall next door. The steamed cakes on the stall opposite are good, and the vendors are particularly skillful.

There are several small porcelain plates in front of Feng Qing. These plates look exquisite and have a Jiangnan style.

She took a small wine glass and drank a glass of wine.

Long sleeves fluttering, white hands holding the shiny porcelain, this scene seems to have appeared thousands of times in martial arts dramas.

When Feng Qing watched martial arts dramas, her favorite thing to watch was the heroes showing off. Or one of the fundamental needs of human beings to watch martial arts dramas is to watch heroes showing off.

Now, with Feng Qing's skills, she can't pretend to be a hero, but she can still learn from the heroes.

Feng Qing is a Northeasterner. She once yearned for the women of the Jiangnan water town. In fact, most people in the world have yearned for the Jiangnan style.

Putting down the wine glass, Feng Qing felt that she had done this to the extreme. Then she raised her head and happened to see the... basin in front of her.

A rice basin bigger than her face.

Just now Feng Qing thought that her set was very perfect, but the only flaw might be that the person next to her was eating too deliciously, which made her lose her appetite when looking at these small plates.

Li Qi never had the problem of pretending to be cool. He usually ate with a bowl. Feng Qing knew that people who did hard labor would eat more, especially those who could not eat much oil all year round.

But Li Qi's appetite was a little too exaggerated.

Li Qi, who was once considered by Feng Qing to have the potential to be a food eating broadcaster, ate deliciously.

It was okay at ordinary times, but today Feng Qing was particularly unhappy when he looked at Li Qi, and his words were a bit sour.

"Look at him eating with a bowl, not as elegant as eating with a small plate, slurp, and is this guy Kirby? Where did all the food he ate go?"

Feng Qing turned around and tried to avoid looking at Li Qi, but ended up seeing Li Xiaoqi on the window sill next to him.

Li Xiaoqi was also eating, and although she was angry, she was also eating.

She buried her big head in her bowl and ate with a grunt. The two guys, one on the left and one on the right, cooperated perfectly, and played a 360-degree eating show to Feng Qing.

"…Forget it, I'll go to the back and cook some instant noodles." Feng Qing stood up and thought, "Add some rapeseed and boil an egg."

"Although the shopkeeper warned many martial artists around him, he didn't disturb the nearby residents." A man who looked a little younger said to the person next to him, "He even pays for things every day and greets neighbors."

"That's weird." The older man wearing a black hat said in a surprised tone, "It shouldn't be, does this guy have some other purpose?"

This is another inn.

It's not far from Feng Qing's inn, and you can even see the roof of the nameless inn from the window.

There were three people at the table. The man with the black hat and his junior brother sat on one side, and a middle-aged man sat on the other side.

"Brother Xian, I think she must have other purposes." The middle-aged man said, "Although we can't guess her identity for the time being, this person is very scheming, and we have to be on guard!"

"Your Excellency is right." The man with the black hat took a sip of wine.

"Last night, I heard some strange noises from her inn. It seemed that someone was shouting "Leader" or something... It should be this guy's subordinates." The middle-aged man took a sip of wine, put down the wine glass and said, "I knew this guy was related to the devil sect, but I didn't know which devil sect it was."

The man wearing a black Dou Li nodded after hearing what the middle-aged man said, "So you heard it too."

"Not just me, people from other sects also heard it!" The middle-aged man was very angry when he mentioned this.

"The people in there actually shouted about civil success and martial virtue, eternal and unifying the world... In front of a group of martial artists, it's simply unreasonable!"

Even though he usually looked particularly calm, he was so angry that he slammed the table when he mentioned this.

Bang, bang, bang...

The Dou Li man inadvertently showed a strange smile on his face.

In a flash, he put away all his expressions.

"From what I can see, this shopkeeper is probably a member of the Demon Cult. After all, only members of the Demon Cult would shout about unifying the martial arts world every day. This is not the style of a decent person at all." He said.

"Of course." The middle-aged man said, "I just don't know where she came from?"

"The green-faced ghost who escaped back before swore that this person came from the Western Regions." The man in the Dou Li hat said, "I wonder if Huashan Sect has collected any information?"

"Yes, please take a look, brother." The middle-aged man took out a stack of letters and said, "This is what I asked the sect to find. It is a famous person in the Western Regions in recent years. I think the shopkeeper looks like a person from the Central Plains, so many people on this list fled from the Central Plains to the Western Regions."

The man in the Dou Li hat was about to unfold the letter and read it, but suddenly he heard a lively sound coming from next door.

He looked along the window and found that the teahouse opposite the inn was telling stories again.

"Come quickly! The chatterbox is telling stories again. If you come late, there will be no seats!"

"What? Hurry up and save a seat for me. I'm going to buy a bag of melon seeds first."

The three of them looked over there at the same time.

"Oh, storytelling." The middle-aged man said with emotion.

Many people nearby walked towards the teahouse. The junior brother next to the man in the hat rarely went out, so he was very curious about this kind of thing. The other two did not stop him. They ordered another pot of wine and sat with him to listen.

The storyteller was called the chatterbox. Although he was a chatterbox, he was very confident and his voice was particularly loud. Feng Qing could often hear what he was saying while sitting in the guest house. At this time, the windows were wide open. With the hearing ability of people in the martial arts world, it was not difficult to hear what the storyteller was saying.

"I remember that I loved listening to storytelling the most back then," the middle-aged man said with emotion, "but unfortunately, after I became an elder, I gradually ran out of time."

"The Huashan Sect is very busy. As the most trusted elder of the Sect Master, it is normal for you to worry about the sect all the time." The man

in the Dou Li said with a smile. The middle-aged man opposite him couldn't help but smile when he heard his words, "No, no, this is not as good as you, my brother. After all, everyone knows that you are the most outstanding disciple of Guigu Sect in the past few hundred years."

"What is the storyteller going to say?" The little junior brother next to him couldn't understand their business talk, he stretched his neck to listen to the storyteller's story.

The man in the fighting hat said calmly, "It's just some big thing that happened in the martial arts world recently... I think it's most likely about Li Guxing."

"Li Guxing has supported quite a few storytellers this time." The middle-aged man next to him said, "But does this storyteller know that the person he is talking about lives right across from him?"

"Pa!"

There was a sound of a board falling, and the storyteller cleared his throat.

"Everyone, since you are all seated, today I will tell a story different from the previous few days. I will tell you the name of this person, and I believe everyone knows him. After all, he is one of the most famous figures in the martial arts world."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "This is interesting. Let's see who he is going to talk about. Maybe I know the person he is talking about."

The storyteller has a good voice. He said, "This person is none other than the most talented disciple of Guigu Sect, known as the exiled immortal, the famous Chu Changzui."

"Huh?!" The junior brother upstairs who was waiting to listen to the story with all his heart was suddenly startled.

The middle-aged man was also stunned for a second, and then suddenly laughed.

His laughter was so loud that it attracted everyone around him. They seemed to be very curious about what he was laughing at. The middle-aged man didn't care about other people's eyes. He just laughed loudly and pointed at the man in the Dou Li hat opposite him.

"You, you..."

"Excuse me." The Dou Li hat poured a glass of wine and drank it all.

...

Feng Qing was sitting in the front row of the audience at this moment.

She held a handful of melon seeds in her hand and cracked them while listening to the storyteller telling stories.

Hey, we won't talk about Li Guxing today, so it seems a bit difficult for her to serialize the forum.

Feng Qing just had this idea at the beginning, and then the storyteller threw it out of her mind within three minutes.

This Chu Changzui...

is so powerful! So awesome!

"Brother! Look at that storyteller, he's telling your story!"

The junior brother grabbed the arm of the man in the Dou Li hat, who had just been drinking quietly.

He didn't seem to care what the storyteller was saying.

From the beginning, the junior brother had been secretly observing his senior brother - his senior brother seemed to have no interest in the noises around him, as if... he had no interest in other people's comments.

"The storyteller was right about one thing, Chu Changzui loves wine like his life, as long as there is wine, he doesn't care if the sky falls." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Don't squeeze me anymore." The man in the Dou Li hat - or Chu Changzui said with a wry smile.

The junior brother was still secretly observing his senior brother.

Everyone says that my senior brother is an immortal from heaven, but I don’t understand why he always looks indifferent every time someone praises him like this.

Everyone knows that Chu Changzui of Guigu Sect is a rare genius in a century.

I think if someone can praise me like this, I will be so happy that I will go to heaven, how can I still drink quietly alone?

What a weird person.

Feng Qing, who was cracking melon seeds downstairs, looked up inadvertently and suddenly saw a person from the window of the inn opposite.

A white hand held a porcelain cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

Drinking alone, that's all.

Feng Qing was stunned by just this one action.

She suddenly remembered that she secretly imitated the way the heroes in martial arts dramas drank during the day.

Compared with the man upstairs, Feng Qing's face suddenly turned red, but fortunately no one could see it.

Who is this man?

Feng Qing watched secretly.

She suddenly thought of a rather outrageous guess.

Hiss... No way, is he some great hero?