That night, Feng Qing and his friends waited in the inn for a long time, but Hua Chaodu didn't come back.

"Where did he go?" Feng Qing looked confused.

"Hua Jing suddenly felt unwell, so she couldn't sing tonight. She asked me to apologize to you. The money will be returned. Please forgive me." The owner of the troupe walked up to Feng Qing and said.

He thought Feng Qing would be particularly angry, after all, it was obviously an excuse. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the shopkeeper asked back, "Can we go visit her?"

"No, no need." The owner

of the troupe shook his head quickly. He also felt strange in his heart. The shopkeeper didn't get angry? It didn't look like she was a person with such a good temper.

What should I do? I didn't expect that the beauty would feel a little uncomfortable. She must go home to recuperate, but what about the show if the beauty goes back? Feng Qing was a little worried.

This was really an emergency. Could it be that the tavern opposite was cooking in the middle of the night?

... Feng Qing never thought about the possibility that the beauty was not sick.

She was really the beauty. Whatever she said was true.

"Shopkeeper, the customers are urging us." Li Qi came up and whispered in Feng Qing's ear.

He pondered for a while and said, "Otherwise, let's go tonight..."

"Wait a minute." Feng Qing suddenly waved his hand.

"Let them wait a moment."

"Okay." Li Qi was slightly stunned, and then nodded.

He didn't know what method the shopkeeper would use, but he never asked the reason, so he turned around and left the room.

After Feng Qing finished explaining this to Li Qi, she felt a little worried.

She asked on the forum, [Can anyone recommend a version of The Drunken Concubine that is sung well?]

Then, Feng Qing looked at the mess of recommendations and randomly clicked on one.

Chu Changzui was downstairs, holding his chin up and looking at the scene. He didn't care about the people around him who were beginning to get a little restless.

He looked at the time and thought that Hua Chao would be back too late... No, I'm afraid he might not even come back tonight.

Just at this time, Li Qi came downstairs.

"Did the shopkeeper say anything?" Chu Changzui went over and asked.

"No." Li Qi shook his head, "She just asked us to wait a moment."

Wait a moment... Chu Changzui showed an extremely weird smile on his face. He walked over and said, "Be nicer to me in the future and don't always look at me with that creepy look, and I will tell you a secret."

Li Qi glanced at Chu Changzui coldly, and after a while he suddenly sneered, "No need, secrets should be left to rot in the stomach."

"...Wait, don't be like this." Chu Changzui jumped down from the chair. The chair was a little high for him. He wanted to keep it in suspense, but now that Li Qi didn't ask, he felt a little anxious.

"Hiss, then I'll tell you something secretly." Chu Changzui followed behind Li Qi and said, "The shopkeeper gave Hua Chaodu something very special tonight. Guess what it is?"

Chu Changzui followed behind Li Qi, wanting to jump high while gossiping.

"The shopkeeper's real identity may scare you when I tell you."

He had a lot to say, and what he wanted to tell the most was the real owner of the "thief mask" he just learned, and... he had been holding back for a long time, that the shopkeeper was actually the crazy Feng Wuhen.

However, just when Chu Changzui wanted to continue talking, Li Qi suddenly interrupted him.

"I know the shopkeeper has a lot of secrets, and I also know that the shopkeeper is very likely planning something." Li Qi said, "But none of this matters."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of strings suddenly came from upstairs, and Li Qi and Chu Changzui were both slightly stunned.

"Is Hua Chao back?" Li Qi asked in surprise.

"Impossible." Chu Changzui said, "I have been staying downstairs the whole time, and I have never seen anyone go upstairs."

The two looked at each other.

So, who is this person who is performing upstairs now?

They can find the answer in each other's eyes.

All the people upstairs have just come down, leaving only one person.

——Then the answer is obvious.

Upstairs, Feng Qing just found his Bluetooth speaker that was covered with a layer of dust.

This speaker was used by her mother to play square dance music, but she later thought it was too old and threw it to her. Feng Qing, who had just graduated at the time, was extremely poor and treasured everything, so she brought this speaker here.

This speaker looks rustic, with a bright red shell, which is very in line with the aesthetic tastes of middle-aged and elderly people, so in Feng Qing's eyes, it only has one advantage.

It is loud.

It is the kind of sound that can wake up the deaf.

Feng Qing calmly put on earplugs to protect her hearing, then clicked the play button on the phone and listened to the music playing from the speaker.

[Listen to this version! 】The person who recommended this version to her on the forum said with confidence, "It was after listening to this version that I got into opera. I haven't been willing to delete it from my phone all these years. It's a perfect version with lossless sound quality. I even kept it when I changed phones."

There were also many people who recommended it passionately, but Feng Qing looked around and found that everyone still picked this one.

Feng Qing was a woman who knew nothing about opera, but she still knew how to listen to the opinions of the crowd.

Since everyone picked this one, she would just play it.

The sound from upstairs gradually came out.

Even though there was a layer of door panels between them, the sound sounded particularly clear, and the volume was even comparable to the sound just heard on the first floor.

Chu Changzui and Li Qi were still in shock, and the discussion among the crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Huh? Is that person upstairs?"

"Why doesn't he come down to sing?"

While everyone was discussing, the martial arts masters hidden in the audience slowly frowned.

"No."

This sound is not the sound of an orchestral instrument played live, because if the musicians play live, the sounds coming out of their instruments should be scattered, and definitely not as if they are coming from the same place as now. This feeling is

more like...

a certain sect in the martial arts world that uses the zither as a weapon.

If the strings of the zither of that sect are simply plucked, no sound will be produced, but once the internal force is used, the zither will produce a sound.

And this sound can even kill people.

Perhaps because this kind of piano sound is driven by internal force, the piano sound is not scattered, and can even disguise its own position, which often makes people who listen to the sound to identify the position suffer a great loss. The people of that sect rely on this method to occupy a place in the martial arts world.

At this moment, such a sound was actually coming from upstairs, which means that someone upstairs is also using musical instruments in this way, and there are many such people.

However, the people of this sect are obviously not easy to walk in the world, why are there so many of them now?

And if I remember correctly, the weapon of that sect is only the zither, but from the sound upstairs, it seems that there are also sanxian, erhu and so on.

However, in the next second, a person's voice came from upstairs.

There are only two words to describe that voice.

- The lingering sound is wonderful.

...

Feng Qing was eating melon seeds and playing with her mobile phone upstairs.

She also heard the sound coming from the speaker. As soon as the opera singer opened his mouth, she praised him endlessly.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. So many people in the forum actually found a piece of opera that Feng Qing liked all of a sudden.

Why let the guests come with excitement and leave with disappointment? Although Hua Jing went back first due to feeling unwell, it was a little compensation for the guests to appreciate the works of later generations. To

be fair, with Feng Qing's aesthetic level, if she could say that an opera was good, it must be really good.

Although Hua Jing's singing was also very nice and could make people addicted to it, Feng Qing touched her conscience and said that this person's singing should be better than Hua Jing's. Although if she were to choose, she would definitely choose to listen to Hua Jing's singing because it was too stimulating visually.

[It's really nice! ]

[It's nice, right? How could we lie to you? ]

[This is the work of a real big shot. Don't act like you haven't seen the world. You are a member of our forum. ]

[Think about it, when this audio was recorded, not many people had seen a recorder. At that time, they could record this person's singing specifically. How great must her singing be. ]

[But you are such a little genius to set up a stage in the guest house. Don’t you think these two don’t go well together? ]

Feng Qing didn’t care whether it went well or not. Since everyone agreed, she would just go ahead. She threw the melon seeds in her hand on the table, and then on a whim, she turned on the surveillance camera and found that everyone below seemed to have been stunned by what they heard, and they all raised their heads to look up.

Even her two assistants.

“I haven’t heard that they like to listen to opera. If I had known that they like it, I should have reserved a good seat for them. But they refused to do it when I said I would reserve a good seat for them. They are two arrogant guys.” Feng Qing said.

Li Qi and Chu Changzui were whispering downstairs at this time.

“Li Qi, this voice is...

“Hmm. "

Chu Changzui felt his mind was in a mess.

He knew that after the shopkeeper went crazy, he seemed to want to dress up like Yun Shujun with all his heart, and his acting was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Although his temperament was a bit flawed, and the shopkeeper might not be able to imitate Yun Shujun's gentle and generous feeling in his life, but in terms of appearance, Chu Changzui felt that the shopkeeper was not much different from Yun Shujun who was said to be peerless in the past.

Although the shopkeeper always covered his face with his hair, it could be seen from the occasional flaws that the shopkeeper was very good-looking.

But Chu Changzui never thought

that the shopkeeper might be more exaggerated than he imagined in imitating Yun Shujun.

——It was so exaggerated that Chu Changzui even suspected that the shopkeeper had re-processed the image of Yun Shujun in his mind.

Because Chu Changzui was sure that even if Yun Shujun herself was alive, she would never be able to sing like this. Although Yun Shujun's voice was particularly beautiful in the records, making it unforgettable for everyone who heard it, but... it was definitely not as good as this singing.

He thought Hua Chaodu's singing was beautiful enough before, but when this voice sounded, he suddenly felt that everything he had heard before was The singing was tasteless.

The voice upstairs was gentle and lingering, like the sound of nature.

If you only listen to this voice, no one would think of the shopkeeper who always had a gloomy face, and no one would associate this voice with the former God of Killing Feng Wuhen.

Chu Chang was drunk.

Even if no one could see the appearance of the person upstairs, but just by listening to this voice, you can imagine a peerless beauty, singing softly.

Look at the city of love, and then look at the country of love.

If people are for this... I'm afraid there are people who would be willing to die for a voice like this.

The people below were already stunned.

Just as Feng Qing had thought to the people on the forum before, the top voice sung by the top figures would naturally make this group of people irresistible.

To them, this voice did not even sound like the voice of the mortal world, but the fairy music from heaven.

Many people present had been in the opera world for many years, so many of them were opera fans, and they were all intoxicated by what they heard.

After a long time, everyone seemed to finally come back to their senses, and then suddenly applauded. Cheers.

The cheers instantly resounded throughout the inn.

The crowd present fell into a strange frenzy within a few breaths.

Everyone's face was flushed with excitement, but no one dared to go upstairs to see, as if they were afraid of disturbing the singer.

If he only listened to this sound, then the once romantic Chu Changzui would definitely want to meet this beauty.

But once he thought that the person singing upstairs was the shopkeeper...

Chu Changzui slowly sat down, his eyes a little dull.

Do these people know... who is the person singing upstairs?

"No, this voice is a bit strange." The peerless masters hidden among the guests were also deeply intoxicated by the voice at first.

But some of them soon discovered a problem.

That is... it stands to reason that even if a person has a good voice, the voice will be very bright.

But from the second floor to the first floor, can the voice still be so loud?

They suddenly shuddered and woke up from this intoxicated state.

"This is... voice transmission through the air!"