The owner of the shop, who has been sitting behind the counter, wearing a black veil on his body, will be very curious when they see him.

Because he was shrouded in a black veil from head to toe, it was impossible to see his appearance, and it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female, and it was not even clear whether he was a human monk or not.

When collecting the bills, he came out from under the black veil, and he also wore gloves on his hands, and there were not many guys in the store, even when he was particularly busy, he would not get up and walk out.

He sat behind the counter, someone checked out, and when he collected the money, he would only move, and no one had seen him leave, and no one had seen him eat or rest on the bench under him.

This inn has been open from morning to night, and he has become the symbol of this inn.

At first, the people who came here thought he was very weird, and people were used to it for a long time, but when he was really not there that day, they would not be used to it.

In the evening, it is the time when the inn is lively.

The inn was already full of people, most of them human monks, and some of them were monks of other races, who were rarely seen outside, in human form.

Some have the fragrance of leaves, some have long hairy ears on their heads, and some have a tail rolled up behind them.

Seeing these here, it seemed particularly normal, and there was no surprise on the face of any human monk.

Although trees are already growing in the West, the smell of blood in the air is still very pungent, and the noisy people in the house and the lack of air circulation make people feel very bored.

Qiao Yiheng's real body is a bear, his name sounds gentle and elegant, but he is actually a very rough man, just by looking at his back, you can guess his real body.

The name Qiao Yiheng was the only one left to him by his mother.

Qiao Yiheng had just turned into a human form, and he came here, although he had the ability to make himself more comfortable, but in a place full of danger, no one was willing to spend his spiritual power on it.

Qiao Yiheng asked for a pot of water, and from the morning to the present, the monk at the next table has been chattering until now, from the morning to the present, and has not stopped.

"Doesn't he have a dry mouth? My ears are calloused. Qiao Yiheng poured himself another glass of water, "One thing has been repeated many times, and he repeats it again, don't really invite that demon clan." ”

"Judging by his size, he should be a parrot." A gray-robed monk said helplessly, "This is how his race is, I just can't figure it out, how does a parrot take shape?" ”

"It doesn't matter how he transforms, just don't bother me." Qiao Yiheng exhaled.

"So we must not be with him, just wait, we can't go in." The gray-robed monk lowered his voice.

"It's still a while before it gets dark." Qiao Yiheng drank the water in the cup in one gulp, "Wait another day, whether there is anyone or not, you must set off tomorrow." ”

The monk at the next table still kept destroying Qiao Yiheng's ears, and he held the teacup for a long time before he couldn't help but throw the cup at him.

"Do you come here often?" The gray-robed monk at the same table asked mysteriously, "Can you tell his cultivation?" ”

The gray-robed monk pointed his finger at the shopkeeper behind the counter.

Qiao Yiheng glanced over, "I can't see it, but he gives me the feeling that it is dangerous." ”

"Higher than your cultivation?" The gray robe approached Qiao Yiheng, "Seriously, I really want to see his face under the veil, what does it look like?" ”

"Restrain yourself." Qiao Yiheng patted the shoulder of the gray robe, "My intuition tells me that he is very difficult to mess with, and this is still his territory." ”

"That's right, the person who can suppress so many strong people can't be the weak." Grey Robe took a glass of water, "I'm just a little curious. ”

Qiao Yiheng opened his mouth and smiled friendlyly, as a bear, he really couldn't understand the mind of human beings, he thought, maybe this is the reason why his mother wants to leave him, right?

Qiao Yiheng has lived for more than a thousand years, and for a cultivator, this age is not too young, although most of the time, he lives in the form of a bear, but he has lived for so long, which is enough for him to understand many people's feelings.

Qiao Yiheng thought that he would never be able to do it, they were like that, they were full of enthusiasm for everything, and their eyes always flashed with curiosity.

Let's just be willful for the first and last time in my life. Although he took on a human form and could walk in the cultivation realm at will, he still liked to be alone and stay in the cave.

Qiao Yiheng suddenly remembered the scene when he was very young, living in a house with his mother.

Although his mother was sad all day long, and the house was in tatters, it could be regarded as a home, Qiao Yiheng suddenly missed the home that swayed unsteadily on the rocks, could not shelter the wind and could not block the rain.

He hadn't been back since his mother left, and he suddenly wanted to go back and have a look.

Wait......

Qiao Yiheng held the teapot in one hand and the teacup in the other, and a fragrance suddenly wafted into his nose.

A gust of wind blew away all the unpleasant smells in the house, leaving only a fresh aroma that made people feel comfortable throughout.

It's really a big deal, Qiao Yiheng admired it in his heart.

The noisy atmosphere of the inn suddenly fell silent, and everyone, including the shopkeeper sitting behind the counter, looked at the door in unison.

I saw a man and a woman, holding hands side by side, from the door, and slowly walked in.

The woman was dressed in white clothes, and there was a black bird on her shoulder, judging by Qiao Yiheng's thousand-year-old knowledge, the silk thread used in her clothes was more precious than the silkworm.

The neckline and sleeves were embroidered with intricate patterns, which were ancient formations that Qiao Yiheng had never seen, and the man next to her was wearing the same clothes as her, but a black cloak was draped on the outside, revealing only a smooth chin and a pair of slender hands.

"Boss, do you have any spare rooms?" The woman's voice was unexpected, very nice.

It's not like the roughness of the female cultivators of the clan, nor is it as seductive as the flower clan and the fox clan, it feels very gentle, like a spring breeze.

Qiao Yiheng moved the tears to her face, only to realize that she looked very comfortable.

It's not the kind that makes people amazing at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more you feel good-looking, and the more you look at it, the more you can't take your eyes off.

Qiao Yiheng's eyes suddenly stinged, and when he retracted his gaze, Qiao Yiheng found that all the people in the inn rubbed their eyes.

The gray-robed monk next to him tugged at Qiao Yiheng's sleeve, "Do you see it?" ”

Qiao Yiheng shook his head, "I can't see it." ”

Qiao Yiheng's ancestor has the blood of divine beasts, although in his generation, it is already very weak, but his perception of spiritual power is much better than that of ordinary monks.

So he was in charge of looking at the practices of the other monks and judging whether or not to go with them according to their practices.

Within a day, several people couldn't see it one after another, and Qiao Yiheng grabbed his hair in distress.