Chu Changzui was waiting for someone.

His face under his hat was originally expressionless, but when he saw a person coming, he instantly smiled.

"Senior."

"Oh, with our virtuous brother here, our confidence is doubled!" The person who came saw Chu Changzui and laughed.

Chu Changzui smiled at the person who came while thinking about the letters he read last night.

No, none at all.

He couldn't find out where the shopkeeper came from.

Yesterday, he took advantage of the good weather and specially observed the stars at night, but he still didn't understand what the star belonging to the shopkeeper looked like.

In fact, when Chu Changzui was observing the stars some time ago, he didn't see the star belonging to the store manager. This star suddenly appeared in the last few days.

It was somewhat out of tune with any other star, like an independent entity, but it seemed to have formed an invisible vortex around it, which could draw other stars in...

The middle-aged man saw that there was no one around, so he approached Chu Changzui and whispered to him, "The shopkeeper is not worth worrying about at all."

"Oh?" Chu Changzui's heart moved, "Why?"

"We have been inquiring about her for a long time, but she has never dared to face us."

"Really?"

Recently, there have indeed been many people from the underworld who have gone to the inn in groups to hang out. They may not dare to reveal their identities, but generally they will not pretend too much. Chu Changzui knew that they were testing the bottom line of the shopkeeper.

But the shopkeeper seemed to have no idea of ​​their identities and just treated them as ordinary guests.

Everyone thought that with the personality of this shopkeeper, those who went there would definitely die without a burial place, but she did not take any action, which made some people have some thoughts in their hearts.

- Could it be that this shopkeeper was afraid of them, so she did not dare to act rashly?

So several elders from major sects had some thoughts. They decided not to send their disciples to test, but to go there personally to test the shopkeeper's true and false.

Chu Changzui always had a strange illusion that the shopkeeper was not afraid to let those sect disciples come in and out of her inn, she seemed more like... indifferent.

Of course, he has not yet found out the identity of this shopkeeper, so he did not express his thoughts.

"This person may be a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers at first, and she doesn't know the seriousness of the matter, but now she probably figured it out. I think she probably wants us to calm down and not attack her for the time being..."

"But she has the wrong idea!"

The middle-aged man said righteously, "This shopkeeper secretly hid Li Guxing, and since that day, he has never told anyone in the martial arts world. This kind of person will eventually become a disaster for the martial arts world, so our Huashan Sect will definitely eliminate evil and promote good for the martial arts world!"

Just looking at this person's expression, anyone would think that he is a person who hates evil.

But Chu Changzui thought about the news he had just received from Li Guxing not long ago, and some words turned around in his mouth, but he didn't say it out loud.

After all, the relationship between Guigu Sect and Huashan Sect was still okay on the surface. As the most outstanding disciple of Guigu Sect, his every move was linked to Guigu Sect.

"Go to Wuming Inn tomorrow night. If there is anything you need, please tell me." Chu Changzui was very taken in, and the middle-aged man smiled instantly.

"Sure enough, you are very thoughtful... You are worthy of being Chu Changzui."

...

The night gradually darkened, and the moon climbed to the top of the tree.

In another inn not far away, a person looked at the letter by candlelight, and there were some other names on it.

"Dugu Longyue, Qin Qianqian, Wang Ying... It seems that if we go back a hundred years, many familiar figures will appear." Chu Changzui said as he looked at the names on the list.

"That's right. If you want to leave your name behind after a hundred years, you must be a famous person." His junior apprentice said while chewing a candied haws with a sad face.

Chu Changzui put down the letter and smiled at his junior apprentice, "Junior apprentice, you have suffered a lot."

"It's not hard." His junior apprentice said while chewing hawthorn, "As long as you don't make any more troubles."

"But I still feel that something is not right." Chu Changzui said, "The seniors here don't seem to match the shopkeeper."

"Senior apprentice, are you still not satisfied?" His junior apprentice wailed.

"Do you know how strangely people looked at me when I went to get information this afternoon? They all thought I was just looking for someone from a hundred years ago. Besides, even the leaders of those sects are sure that the shopkeeper is Lin Yingying, why are you still so persistent, senior brother?"

"Because I am smarter than them." Chu Changzui said with a smile.

"Now we know that the shopkeeper has at least the following characteristics."

"-High martial arts, eccentric personality, entered the Shura Road, mysterious background, huge wealth..."

"Obviously, no one on this list can match it completely."

His junior brother was in agony at first, but later he thought about it and found that it was true. Some people may be good at martial arts, but they have no money, while some people may have money, but their personalities are not weird enough.

To sum up, there is indeed no one who can fully meet those points.

"It's still not right, I have to keep looking." Chu Changzui stood up, went to the window, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

As he looked, he suddenly heard someone talking in the small teahouse below.

It was the storyteller.

Chu Changzui slowly leaned against the window and brought a pot of wine from the side.

He heard the storyteller telling a story.

The storyteller tonight rushed to a night show, and Feng Qing also sat inside to watch.

Because she was the owner of the inn opposite, over time, everyone knew each other, and she could also get a front row seat when listening to the story.

Relying on the fact that his mobile phone would be automatically corrected in the eyes of that group of people, Feng Qing took it out carelessly, held it in his hand, and occasionally typed a few words on it to chat with the people on the forum.

"The martial arts world has been turbulent recently." The storyteller sighed, "I don't have any other skills, I can only make a living by telling stories, so what do you want to hear today, gentlemen?"

"Let's tell the story of Li Guxing again!"

"Oh, the story of Li Guxing has been told several times. Who in the martial arts world knows what the real situation of Li Guxing is? Even the leaders of the major sects are guessing."

"I heard that there is another storyteller next door recently. He is a chatterbox. If you don't come up with something good, I'm afraid you will have no food to eat in the future."

The guests started to make a fuss, and the storyteller smiled and said to everyone, "Of course, of course. If you don't want to listen to the stories of these recent heroes, then...how about I tell you about the famous heroes in ancient times?"

"That's good. You always tell stories about the heroes of recent years, but rarely about the great heroes of the past. To me, the great heroes of the past were really awesome."

"What do you want to hear?" the storyteller said with a smile.

"Tell us the story of the leader of the Emei Sect!"

"No, no, I want to hear the story of the last leader of the martial arts world."

"Didn't the last leader of the martial arts world disappear for many years? What's there to tell about this... To me, I want to hear the story of the former saint of the demon sect who was said to have the fragrance of flowers."

Everyone immediately became lively, and everyone was vying to shout out the story they wanted to hear the most. Feng Qing was typing on his phone while listening, [Sometimes I feel that these people in the martial arts world are unexpectedly energetic. ]

[Don't waste time, is there anything else? Write it down quickly, OP! Urge for more updates! 】

【I want to hear more! What happened to those two seniors who slept together? Tell me now! 】

Feng Qing said she didn’t know what happened, because the book didn’t record much, and the latter part didn’t even mention it. If she wanted to know the details, she would have to go to the bookstore tomorrow and buy the remaining copies.

It was her fault that she was so excited yesterday that she directly posted the handsome guys she saw in the book on the forum. As a result, people on the forum naturally urged her to update, which made Feng Qing’s head hurt.

【I don’t want to hear anything else. I just want to hear the story of Feng Wuhen and Yun Shujun. You only finished half of it this morning. What happened next? 】

【Yes, I want to listen to Yun Shujun! Feng Wuhen, you said a lot, why didn’t Yun Shujun say much? 】

Isn't it because there aren't many chapters about Yun Shujun in the book? Or maybe it's because Yun Shujun is the leader of the martial arts world, so the content describing Yun Shujun is very official and old-fashioned. Feng Qing even thinks that Yun Shujun's traces in Feng Wuhen's story are much stronger.

【Yun Shujun! Yun Shujun! 】

Seeing that Feng Qing didn't move for a long time, the people in the forum started to make a fuss, and even a group of people who were just joining in the fun followed suit and shouted.

Feng Qing fought alone for a while, and was soon drowned in the army urging for more.

It just so happened that at this moment, the storyteller and the guests were chatting enthusiastically. Feng Qing suddenly had a twitch in her head, and she suddenly said, "I want to listen to Yun Shujun's story."

She dared to say that the reason she suddenly made this request was because she was annoyed by the urging for more.

But...

after she said this, the teahouse suddenly fell silent.

One second, two seconds...

after a few seconds, a laugh suddenly came from a corner.

"Hahahahaha..."

The teahouse was filled with laughter.

What, what happened? Feng Qing was a little panicked.

She might be particularly sensitive to this kind of sudden laughter because of her social phobia since she was a child, especially the emotion of hearing everyone laughing, which was obviously not funny.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop laughing." The storyteller quickly tried to smooth things over.

"I have heard the story of Alliance Leader Yun eight hundred times since I was a child. Why would someone want a storyteller to tell this?"

"Did this person do it on purpose? Otherwise, notify the boss and kick her out."

Feng Qing listened to the people around her and vaguely realized what the problem was. This story should have become very popular, just like no one would listen to a story they have heard eight hundred times.

She felt blood rushing to her face.

Of course, no one except her noticed it.

Feng Qing's expression became even more stiff as she became nervous. She couldn't help but look up at the place where the laughter first came out.

After the person who was laughing saw Feng Qing's expression, he suddenly froze.

His voice became smaller and smaller, and slowly disappeared.

After his laughter disappeared, it was as if it was contagious.

Gradually, the whole teahouse became silent.

"Brother, that person is so strange! He actually wants to hear Yun Shujun's story." Chu Changzui and his junior brother watched the whole process.

The junior brother said angrily, "Really, if she continues to make trouble like this, the storyteller will have no food to eat."

Chu Changzui said nothing, just quietly looked at Feng Qing who was sitting there drinking tea.

He could feel that the other party's tone suddenly became very serious when she just said the three words Yun Shujun, as if she really wanted to hear Yun Shujun's story from the other party.

She didn't seem to be joking.

Is this... really intentional?