"Speaking of which, Brother Yuan's cultivation aura seems to have become much thicker. Could it be that there is another breakthrough in his cultivation?" Wulu looked Yuan Ming up and down and said.
"Yuan overestimated his ability and took the Foundation Establishment Pill to attack the Foundation Establishment Stage. Unfortunately, the success failed, so let's not mention it. What are your plans next?" Yuan Ming sighed.
"I have some things on hand that I need to get rid of. I have to rush around for a while. I'm afraid we won't get together for long before we have to say goodbye again." Ulu smiled and said.
"Brother Wulu, it seems that I met the God of Wealth on this road and gained a lot." Yuan Ming joked with a smile.
"Let's talk to each other! What are Brother Yuan's plans?" Wulu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile.
"I stopped in the city for a while, and then planned to leave southern Xinjiang and return to Dajin. From now on, we are far apart, so it will not be easy for us to meet by chance." Yuan Ming said.
"This Biluo Cave mission is not short, and I am physically and mentally exhausted. I need to relax for a while. I plan to leave southern Xinjiang and see the scenery to your north." Ulu said with a smile.
"You want to come to the Central Plains?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.
"Yes, I have always been fascinated by the coast recorded in the knight's travel notes. I want to see what it means to see the rocks collapsing, the waves breaking the shore, and the thousands of piles of snow rolling up!" Ulu nodded.
"Brother Wulu likes this kind of rocky sea with crashing waves, not the kind of beach sea with sunset coconut shadows. You can't go to the south. You have to go to the north of the East China Sea." Yuan Ming analyzed subconsciously.
"I already have a goal. When I'm done here, I plan to go to Haiyan City in the Yue Kingdom. Brother Yuan is heading north when he returns to Jin Dynasty. Why don't you come with me?" Wulu said.
Yuan Ming thought for a moment and remembered that Haiyan City was located in Huazhou, Yue State, and was a seaside city close to the East China Sea.
"I won't go. If you want to go to Dajin, you have to go across the country and take many detours. It's not a good choice." Yuan Ming said.
"That would be a shame," Uru sighed.
"How long will you stay there? Do you have any plans to come to Dajin?" Yuan Ming asked.
"It's hard to say. It's a long journey. It would take several months just to get there. I should stay for a while after that. Haha, I won't go to Dajin. The place where Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon is better than water. The country of Yue is much deeper. I remember that Huazhou should not be far from Dajin. If Brother Yuan is interested, why not come to Haiyan City to get together?" Wulu thought for a while and said.
"Okay." Yuan Ming thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, the two of them exchanged pleasantries, drank a few more drinks, and left with fists in their hands.
Yuan Ming came to Black Rock City this time. There was actually nothing too urgent. He mainly wanted to find the Fire Refining Master to help him use the accumulated materials to refine a pair of inner clothes before leaving. Secondly, in this workshop In the city, he still had two old acquaintances he wanted to meet.
Compared to his previous visit to this market, Yuan Ming was in a much more relaxed mood.
Although there was a purpose, it was not an important matter. Yuan Ming rarely walked lightly and wandered around the market with the mentality of a tourist.
In fact, since he recovered all his memories, Yuan Ming has not felt relaxed, and he has some doubts about amnesia.
Everything was solved, but more doubts emerged in my mind.
Lin Junsheng was clearly his playmate who had grown up together since childhood. Although he was not as close as he and the little emperor were, he could still be regarded as one of the few close friends. He couldn't understand why Lin Junsheng wanted to harm him?
In his memory, after Lin Junsheng suddenly attacked him, he said: "Yuan Ming, don't blame me. Is there any deeper reason for my difficulties?"
Yuan Ming still has some vague guesses in his mind, but there is no evidence at the moment, so they can only be guesses.
Returning to Dajin, returning to the capital, there will inevitably be a bloody storm.
Yuan Ming was walking in the crowded streets when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the plaque of a quaint shop not far away, and he couldn't help but pause in his tracks.
"Black Rock Bookstore."
He muttered something in his mouth, with a slight smile on his lips, and turned towards the bookstore.
"Bookstores just sell ordinary
In the book area, there are no martial arts books or the like for sale. If Yuan Ming had been there before, he would most likely not have come in, or even noticed this shop. "
But it's different now. After Yuan Ming's memories are all restored, some of his past habits and instincts have taken over his body again.
So when he smelled the ink fragrance of printed books, he subconsciously stopped.
When he was young, he was already familiar with the collection of classics and histories and the teachings of various saints. It was not because his parents forced him to do so, but because he was naturally fond of reading.
Even compared to some civil servant families, General Yuan was more open-minded and did not limit the categories of Yuan Ming's studies.
So much so that when he was ten years old, he had already read "Jinpinglan" and "Stone Record", which were criticized by many Taoists as "violating ethics and harmful to customs". What he saw and understood was far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
Therefore, during the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Ming had a habit of visiting Ji Bookstore. This "Black Rock Bookstore" was not large in area and did not contain many books. It only had wall-to-wall bookshelves on both sides of the shop, which were densely packed with books. Thread-bound books of different sizes and categories.
This bookstore was obviously not very popular. There was not a single customer in the store, except for a clerk who was leaning on the counter inside, with his head in his hands and feeling drowsy.
Seeing Yuan Ming come in, the waiter just raised his eyelids and glanced, not even thinking of coming up to say hello.
Yuan Ming didn't care that he was just out of habit. He planned to come in and take a look and try his luck. If he could find some rare and unique books handed down from ancient times, he would spend money to buy them.
If not, just walk around and go out.
The cultural development of southern Xinjiang is stagnant and cannot be compared with that of the Central Plains. This is clearly reflected even in bookstores.
Yuan Ming casually opened a few books, and the papers used in them were mixed and of varying quality.
Some of the better ones use bark paper as the main material. The paper is thicker, strong and resistant to folding, and has good flexibility, but it is also slightly rough and difficult to write on.
The inferior ones use white linen paper, which is made of linen, miso, hemp and other raw materials. The paper surface has many matte fiber bundles and is easy to get ink. The paper is also thick and has a lot of debris.
If these were placed in the Central Plains, they would all be unqualified book paper.
According to the custom of Da Jin, the last time I have to use more delicate and thin white cotton paper, and the normal ones are threaded rice paper, which is not only thinner, but also more durable.
After Yuan Ming flipped through several magazines, he found that they were all written in southern Xinjiang characters and the contents were just miscellaneous notes. He felt bored, glanced at them briefly, and planned to leave.
At this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted to a single bookshelf near the counter.
There were about a dozen books with gold covers and exquisite thread binding placed there. At first glance, they were completely different from the other books placed randomly, as if they were richly dressed nobles living in a slum.
"Show me those books." Yuan Ming stepped forward and said.
"Sir, you have such a good sense. These books are all brought from the Central Plains. They are all classics handed down from generation to generation, and they are unique and rare books that cannot be bought elsewhere." The clerk rubbed his eyes and turned his head to look. As he spoke, he took down the independent bookshelf.
Yuan Ming was speechless for a while. This guy probably didn't even understand what an "unique rare book" was, so he was just brazenly deceiving him.
When the clerk brought the bookshelf over and spread out the few dozen books inside, Yuan Ming burst into laughter when he saw these books.
"Stone Record", "Jinpinglan", "East Chamber", "Jade Puyuan"... they are all classics handed down from generation to generation. It's a pity that they are just the favorites of a certain kind of people. If a Taoist saw it, they might not be convicted of "immorality and teaching filth".
However, we can't blame this guy. These books are well-made and beautifully printed, but they are all in Chinese characters. It is naturally impossible for him, a young guy from southern Xinjiang, to read them.
Just when Yuan Ming was about to leave, he saw a different one among these books.
He picked up the book and looked at it carefully.
The writing on the front is common in southern Xinjiang, but the paper inside is clearly made of "cloud paper" specially supplied by the Jin Dynasty royal family.
Yuan Ming couldn't help taking a closer look with his eyebrows raised, and his eyes couldn't help but be startled.
"Children's storybook... isn't this the storybook I wrote when I was a child? How could it spread to southern Xinjiang and be translated into southern Xinjiang characters?" Yuan Ming was extremely surprised.
He quickly opened the back cover of the book and saw a seal with Chinese characters there:
"Tianming Book Club."
It was a printing institution co-founded by him and the young emperor Liu Tianming. Although it was a private publishing house, it was able to use royal paper. It not only published storybooks, but also comic books. The quality was excellent. The entire Jin Dynasty It's well-known.
However, Yuan Ming has always been responsible for creation and does not care about profits.
Printing and publishing matters were all arranged by the bookstore owner, and he didn't know that his book was actually published in a southern Xinjiang script.
Seeing Yuan Ming staring at the "Children's Tales" in a daze, the clerk thought that he had taken a fancy to this book, and immediately introduced it enthusiastically: "Your Majesty, your taste is really good. This Children's Tales contains thirteen independent stories. The short story was specially translated into our southern Xinjiang language. Once it was released, it became very popular. Not only children liked it, but many adults also had different experiences after reading it. More than a thousand volumes were shipped with difficulty from Dajin, and soon Sold out, the copy you have is the last one in stock."
"This book... is selling so well?" Yuan Ming himself didn't believe it.
"Let me tell you this, in the entire bookstore, the only one that can compete with it is ***. To be honest, I am also a loyal supporter of this book, and I like the hamster meeting in it the most. Story." The guy said, patting his chest.
Yuan Ming held the book in his hand and looked at the clerk in surprise.
"Don't believe it. I really think that the person who wrote this book has a very extraordinary mind and is unconstrained. He is certainly not a common person." The clerk praised him sincerely.
At this time, Yuan Ming was holding his book in his hand, listening to the man's compliments, and felt inexplicably refreshed.
"It's not a bad feeling to be praised." Yuan Ming felt relieved.
However, he could not tell the other party directly that he was the author of this book, otherwise it would be a true manifestation of the saint in front of people.
Although it may be more refreshing, it may also be regarded as a madman or a liar.
