Ganlifang is a good place, really a good place, I think about it every year.

After Young Master Yan left, she and Su Ze also planned to leave here, but were tied by a rumor of chat. Niannian immediately pulled Su Ze to a small table near the window.

The table was hidden behind the pillar supporting the lobby. Every year, a piece of broken gold was exchanged for the waiter's attentiveness and two short screens. On the grounds that Su Ze, the master of painting, needed to collect folks here, he temporarily had a small space that was isolated from his sight.

The sight was isolated, but the sound was not.

Su Ze lay on the table and wrote and painted, leaning against the windowsill every year, closing his eyes.

The buzzing conversation sounded again in the lobby, the crisp shouts of the waiter, the collision of wooden chopsticks and porcelain, and the burst of laughter. The wine glass was generously smashed on the table, the chair was rudely pulled, and finally, every year, I even heard some uncomfortable chewing and smacking sounds.

Every year, she imagines her hearing as a wall full of switches. Behind each switch is a line, connecting various sources of sound. She usually only turns on one or several of them, and turns on more switches when needed to receive more sounds.

Listening to different voices at the same time is a test of concentration and willpower.

Concentrating your energy is naturally to focus on hearing, imagining your ears, or simply leaving yourself with only one pair of ears.

Willpower is used to resist temptation.

When listening to different sounds at the same time, the most common situation is that one of the sounds is halfway through, and the other sounds are involuntarily weakened into a blurred background.

At this time, you need to firmly fix your attention at the intersection of the sound source and not let it go too deep into a certain street.

Almost all the elves players have complained about this inconvenience after hearing enhancement. Not only are they headaches and tinnitus in the game, but they have also heard someone swearing that he can still feel the fatigue caused by excessive use of his brain after he goes offline.

However, these complaints will not last long. After gradually adapting, everyone has found their own suitable methods to adjust their hearing.

Those players who have complained about offline headaches will enthusiastically introduce the real one-point and two-point use, even three-point use, and concentration that surpasses others. Although the duration is short, it is absolutely true!

Sometimes, Nian Nian feels that it is not because of the game experience of being an elf that gives them these "superpowers", but only players with this possibility will be assigned to the elf birth pool by the system.

As for herself every Nian, her parallel reception and processing ability of multi-source information seems to be innate. Of course, this "life" refers to the account creation in the game.

For example, now, she is turning on the switches of the surrounding sound sources one by one, listening carefully to the judgment, keeping the lines that need attention, and then closing those meaningless lines.

This was undoubtedly a very complicated process, but I quickly discovered that doing this was not a waste of effort. She did hear a lot of interesting things.

Every year, she didn't know the history of Ganlifang, nor did she know how wide the customer base of Ganlifang was. She only thought that these people coming and going were very interesting, especially their conversation.

There were a few ordinary-looking men in the lobby complaining that the winery on the corner of the street was being inventoryed and closed in a few days. I don’t know where to go to find authentic spirits outside the pass to drink.

The person at the deskmate sighed and lamented that the winery owner was in his sixties. His eldest son went to sell goods outside the customs before the New Year. He was supposed to be home in recent days. Now he is not sure if he was blocked by the imperial court's restriction order. The old man became ill and his youngest son had no choice but to close the business first. While asking someone to go north to find his brother, he took care of his sick father.

There is also someone who seems to have just returned from Luoyang. As soon as his butt was close to the stool, he shook his head and praised the tranquility of Bagua City. Unlike Luoyang, the government posted various notices all over the streets and walls, like dog skin plasters. The streets were also in chaos, with officers and soldiers everywhere.

Before he finished speaking, some people disdainfully said that this was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"How chaotic is Luoyang? You didn't go to Chang'an! That person! There wasn't even a fly on the street! It was so messy! When I first entered the city, I thought someone had killed the emperor!"

Such a rebellious word naturally attracted everyone's attention, but this is Mingtang Bagua City, and Ganlifang did not post "Don't talk about state affairs". Instead, the theme of the conversation in the entire lobby was determined by the national teacher and his government orders.

After listening to it for a while every year, I was completely impressed by the imagination of these people. Some speculated that beauty harmed the country, some speculated that witchcraft, and some speculated that the emperor planned to liquidate the political enemies who seized power in his early years. Not to mention anything else, there are a few people who speculated about the identity of the national teacher who were really powerful, and it was almost the truth.

Half of the sound source lines have been screened. Every year, I opened my eyes and saw Su Ze looking at her curiously, and couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong? See what I do?"

Su Ze was a little confused and scratched his head, "No, I always feel like you've disappeared just now."

"Vanish?" I was puzzled every year.

"It just seems to be integrated into the background behind me, and I feel inexplicably losing focus." Su Ze honestly said his feelings.

"Maybe it's because I'm listening carefully to the people around me, I need to be more attentive." Niannian was still listening to many of the conversations in the lobby, and was just a little distracted at this time.

Su Ze immediately shut up, continued to lower his head to draw obediently, looked at him with a funny look every year, and began to quietly screen out his other half's voice.

These are the sounds floating in from outside the window, mostly from pedestrians passing by on the street. They don’t want to be troubled by themselves every year, but just focus on the guests coming and going on the first floor of Ganlifang.

She heard a young man showing off his fortune today, and generously asked his friend to give him a pound of good wine.

The reason why he made his fortune was that he sold an old ginseng plant that he had treasured for many years at home. It was originally found by his father in his early years. In the past few days, the prices of some medicinal materials in Bagua City have soared, so he secretly bought them to exchange for gold.

Not far from him was a middle-aged man drinking with a frown. His deskmate was advising him to abandon the fur business, otherwise he would definitely drink the northwest wind this year.

Every year I heard a few women standing in front of the counter, staring at the guy and talking about how to use this sweet wine to make something that children like to eat at home, and muttering to ask Shu Xiu, who was handed over to the private school in the city this year, to come back.

There was only one private school in the city. A few days ago, three young scholars in the private school resigned and all went to Chang'an, saying that they were going to participate in some etiquette dispute. I don't know when they would come back. There was only a deaf and dazzling old master left in the private school. Several families had already taken the children back and transferred them to the literacy hall opened by Mingtang.

Niannian also heard an old man who seemed to come to ask for directions. The old man had a strong accent. After hearing a few words every year, he wanted to give up. Unexpectedly, the three words "Tianhuo Tower" suddenly jumped into her ears. She combined the answers of others and guessed, and finally understood the old man's purpose.

It turned out that the village where the old man was located was in a disaster. Every night, groups of weasels slipped into the village to pick up chickens and sheep. After three consecutive days, the livestock and poultry in the village were affected. The dogs and people who were left behind would fall asleep uncontrollably at night. The panicked villagers felt that it was Huang Daxian from the Qinling Mountains who came down the mountain and recommended the old man to come to the city to find the immortals in Mingtang for help, and perhaps they could borrow some immortal tools to drive away Huang Daxian.

"This has not happened in hundreds of years. Our ancestors said that the nearby mountains were protected by Mingtang, which made the wild beasts and monsters afraid to enter the village. I don't know what happened in the past few days, alas!"

He watched the old man's back staggering with the others downstairs, and thought of what Mr. Yan said in the heavenly prison every year.

He said that the national teacher's policies are a good thing for the people to make them live and work in peace and contentment.

Every year I feel that Gongzi Yan must have forgotten to add a deadline or an attribution to this good thing.

It should be said that from a long-term perspective and from a holistic perspective, these policies may be good.

At least, for the time being, from these most ordinary and simplest gaming world residents, they don’t feel that their lives have become better every year.

Some were directly affected by the imperial court's restriction, and some were indirectly affected by the fish. But no matter what, what happened, or what caused it, a storm was about to come and the wind filled the building, and it fell to the mouths of several old people who came to rest.

The old people lived in Bagua City all their lives, and their awe for the court was completely incompatible with their love for their hometown. They were knowledgeable and smashed the ground with crutches and complained to the rare audience to criticize these stupid restrictions.

For some reason, Niannian suddenly thought of an ancient myth she had heard.

That is the destined end of the gods. No matter how hard the gods try to avoid the arrival of the end of the world, everything they do is just to promote or even accelerate the rotation of the wheel of destiny.

The national teacher may be trying hard to avoid the emergence of troubled times, but his actions - temporarily in the eyes of every year - have only accelerated the birth of troubled times.

Every Nian couldn't help laughing out loud, a little self-deprecating, a little absurd, she actually felt that a mortal wanted to change history - history has never been fixed, and the so-called change is nothing more than self-deception.

Then she saw Simir.

Under the bright sunshine, the darkness became darker and darker. Simire stood at the entrance of a dark alley, raising his head slightly, his eyes crossed the noisy voices and collided into Nian's eyes.

Very good, thinking every year, another person who wanted to stop Ragnarok from the evening of the gods also appeared.

Pressing the auditory switch, the noise in the lobby and streets became a blurred background, and only one person's voice was extremely clear.

I heard Simire's call every year.
Chapter completed!