For most people in the martial arts world, Qu Wanyuan is already dead.

Even though the storyteller recently brought up this past event for some reason, Qu Wanyuan still died at the end of the story, and died silently.

Ordinary people would generally stop searching at this point, or they would never regard Qu Wanyuan as a real person.

But Bai Ming is different.

Because he found evidence that Qu Wanyuan is still alive.

Very shocking, isn't it?

But think about it carefully, since Feng Wuhen from two hundred years ago can live to the present, what's wrong with having one more Qu Wanyuan?

Qu Wanyuan looks very gentle, but is actually very determined, otherwise he would not have made up his mind to disappear completely in the martial arts world after faking his death.

You know, if he were alive, then fame, wealth and status would be within his reach.

When Bai Ming thought about this, he was so excited that he trembled.

As for why he was sure that Qu Wanyuan existed, it was because of a piece of news he found in the intelligence.

A piece of news that was enough to shock the entire martial arts world.

Two hundred years had passed, and perhaps Qu Wanyuan felt that those old friends had left, and he didn't need to pretend too much, so he eventually let a flaw slip.

And this flaw is like the fine spider silk left by a spider. No matter how fragile it looks, you can always find it in the corners.

Bai Ming thought with a little excitement.

When he knew this secret, he suddenly found that all the things he didn't understand were solved.

——Why is there always a mysterious force in the martial arts world recently, repeatedly stopping the actions in an instant.

Why did the attacks, which Guang knew about no less than ten times, become silent and as if they did not exist at all when they were about to happen?

People at the moment still regarded this as a coincidence. After all, they seemed to be so coincidental. How could someone be behind it?

But now, Bai Ming suddenly found the truth.

All signs pointed to the person who died suddenly two hundred years ago.

It will be soon.

Bai Ming thought with a smile.

He will soon find Qu Wanyuan's footprints.

...

Feng Qing finally found that several romance novels she had placed on the bookshelf were missing.

They were the Mary Sue novels that she had taken out not long ago, lent to the storyteller and were returned. The protagonist was a beautiful woman named Qu Wanyuan, the one with the most melodramatic stories.

The book was a set, and there should be several books in it. The cover was a very vulgar but also very beautiful hand-painted human head painting.

Logically, even if Feng Qing took it upstairs, she could only take one book. But now she couldn't find any. This was indeed quite strange.

The shopkeeper, who had always been careless, finally realized that something was wrong today and began to consider whether to put the bookcase on the second floor. This must be said to be something worth celebrating. It was a cause for celebration.

Feng Qing pondered for a while about where her books had gone, but she still had no impression.

While she was still looking for the books, she heard a voice behind her.

"Shopkeeper, I'm looking for An Huo. Is she here?"

"Ah, no." Feng Qing turned around and found that it was the same boy from a few days ago. He thought he was very familiar with this boy. Feng Qing pointed to the backyard as if he was treating his sister's classmate who came to visit. "He will be back soon. You can go to the back and wait for a while."

"Excuse me." Bai Ming walked slowly past Feng Qing.

He walked very slowly and restrained his eyes when he passed by this person, for fear that the other party would notice the scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes. After all, this person should be very sensitive to such eyes.

Feng Wuhen.

Bai Ming pushed open the door of the guest room. The door was a little heavy, and it took a little more effort to push it open, especially in the first few seconds, when it seemed to be stuck.

But Bai Ming didn't plan to tell the shopkeeper about this.

After all... he might not come here many times.

What's a rusty old cup?

Bai Ming sat down in front of the table, which had a plate of snacks and a cup of tea on it.

Although this inn looked ordinary, the hospitality was extremely sophisticated.

Almost every time he came, he would see this kind of thing on the table.

He was just thinking about pretending to wait here quietly for a while, but suddenly he saw the tavern opposite telling a story about Qu Wanyuan.

"Oh?" He laughed.

"So, such a story can be heard outside the Nameless Inn? If the shopkeeper fell to Qu Wanyuan one day, I wonder how she would feel in her heart?" The shopkeeper

... The shopkeeper didn't feel anything, the shopkeeper was going crazy.

"It's over, it's over, where did I throw this thing? I really should change my habit of being extravagant, otherwise there will be problems sooner or later..." Feng Qing muttered to himself.

At this moment, she finally found a book in a compartment of the bookshelf, between two books, in a corner that almost no one would find. She was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes and she almost hugged the book and kissed it. There were

several books in a whole volume, but now only this one was left, and all the others were destroyed.

Feng Qing just picked up the book with emotion, and suddenly heard something fall out of the book. She looked down curiously and picked up the thing that fell on the ground.

Ah, it's a survey questionnaire.

Friends who used to like to read some romance novels and magazines should have seen this thing.

Usually, this thing is clipped inside the book, in the form of a postcard or bookmark, with some seemingly stupid questions written on it, asking you how satisfied you are with the novel, and giving you various ratings.

If you have any suggestions, you can write them on it and mail them back to the magazine, and sometimes they will be published in the book.

Today, they are considered as tears of adults. Of course, they were indeed a noble thing in the past, especially for those who used to be socially phobic. It was a sacred thing that was out of reach.

Feng Qing looked at the questionnaire and inexplicably revealed a feeling of childhood memories. Ah, the past, the past...

- There is nothing good to recall.

Feng Qing stuffed the questionnaire back with an expressionless face, and then put it back together with the magazine.

Her childhood was basically full of tears. Every day there were endless homework and children who didn't like to play with her. She was one of those people with heavier childhood shadows. The life back then was definitely not comparable to the days now when the only thing she had to worry about every day was fatty liver.

However... Feng Qing suddenly revealed a blank expression on her face.

It seems that she had written something like this before?

When she was in the second or third year of junior high school? At that time, Feng Qing was in a state of endless learning, and the only thing that supported her life was novels.

So one day, she seemed to have a seizure and filled out a card carefully to mail it. Then, not surprisingly, she gave up the matter because of her social phobia.

Social phobia can be regarded as the second biggest enemy of Feng Qing in life, the first being laziness.

But even if the letter was not sent, it is indeed a rare memory.

At least if you ask Feng Qing to write this kind of thing now, she has no interest in writing it.

Ah... that thing seemed to be stuck in one of the books. When Feng Qing saw it some time ago, he missed it very much. Who would have thought that it would be lost in a blink of an eye? It's a pity, otherwise it could be regarded as a dark history of childhood.

Feng Qing showed a slightly melancholy expression on his face.

...

Later, Bai Ming, who had already drunk half a cup of tea, couldn't help but gently pinched the thing in his arms.

A very thick piece of paper.

The thickness of this paper is about ten times that of ordinary paper, so it seems heavier to hold, but it is obviously just a piece of letter paper.

And it is a letter paper about ten years ago.

This is also an important reason why he believes that Qu Wanyuan is still alive.

Bai Ming asked a professional to help check the handwriting on the letter. Based on the degree of fading of the handwriting and the condition of the paper, the master who is most proficient in handwriting appraisal said that the letter was no more than ten years old.

Ten years, what is the concept?

For most people, ten years is a long time.

But for a guy who has lived for two hundred years, ten years ago, it was really a terrifying number.

Bai Ming sighed.

There was a lot of messy nonsense on the letter, which made it difficult to understand, but it was probably asking for opinions on certain people or things in the world.

Below these questions, someone wrote a serious reply with a pen.

"As for Lu Yu, although I know he is a good person, sometimes I still can't help getting angry when I mention him... However, he should have been successfully relieved after Qu Wanyuan's death."

"Come to think of it, the background here is really messy. I don't think it should be so messy, but it is a common problem nowadays. Few people can avoid it..."

Very beautiful, but very light handwriting.

Every line, every paragraph, is such a simple word.

It seems that the writer this time is just chatting with others about some ordinary family matters. I am afraid that most people will not be wary of this letter.

But Bai Ming, who came from Hua Ci Lou, is different.

He caught a few key names in the letter at a glance.

Qu Wanyuan, Lu Yu...

These are names that appear very frequently in the banned novels. Lu Yu seems to be Qu Wanyuan's most loyal friend and the most respected hero.

And the tone of the reply letter was also very strange.

It was a tone that Bai Ming had never seen before.

Although it was very cordial, it seemed to be condescending.

Although it seemed to know those people and things clearly, it seemed to be judging these things coldly from a third-party perspective.

Bai Ming was shaking all over when he saw the letter.

Few people could notice the abnormality in the letter as carefully as he did.

Of course, these are not enough to prove that this letter has any relationship with Qu Wanyuan.

——The last question in the letter is the real nail in the coffin.

"How does this story end?"

Bai Ming remembered that the story ended with Qu Wanyuan "dying".

The person who replied only replied with this sentence in his beautiful handwriting.

"A great story."

"I actually think that the ending of this story is quite in line with my taste."