Celestial being

"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 didn't overestimate his ability and took the Foundation Establishment Pill to attack the Foundation Establishment Stage. Unfortunately, he failed, so he didn't 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 part ways 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 his eyebrows 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, and it will not be easy for us to meet by chance again." Yuan Ming said.

"This Biluo Cave mission is not short, and I am exhausted physically and mentally. I need to relax for a while. I plan to leave southern Xinjiang and see the scenery to your north." Wulu said with a smile.

"You are coming to the Central Plains?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have always been yearning for the coast recorded in the knight's travel notes. I want to see what it means to have 'rocks collapsing and clouds collapsing, stormy waves breaking the shore, and rolling up thousands of piles of snow'!" 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 also 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 there are 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 way. 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 didn't have anything too urgent to do when he came to Black Rock City this time. He mainly wanted to find the fire master to help him refine a pair of inner armor with the accumulated materials before leaving.

Secondly, there are two old acquaintances he wants to meet in this city.

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. Some of his doubts about amnesia have been solved, but more doubts have emerged in his mind.

Lin Junsheng was obviously 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, I have my own reasons..."

Is there any deeper reason?

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.

The bookstore is just a place that sells ordinary books. There are no martial arts books or the like. If Yuan Ming was there before, he would most likely not come in or even notice this store.

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 history and the exegesis 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 harming customs". What he saw and understood was far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.

Therefore, during the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Ming had the habit of visiting bookstores.

This "Black Rock Bookstore" is not large, and there are not many books inside. It only has wall-to-wall bookshelves on both sides of the store, which are densely packed with 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 either. It was just out of habit that 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, good and bad.

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, ramie and other raw materials. The paper surface is matte, has more 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 use is ribbed rice paper, which is not only thinner, but also more durable.

After Yuan Ming flipped through the basic journals and 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 different from other books placed randomly, as if they were richly dressed nobles in a slum.

"Show me those books." Yuan Ming stepped forward and said.

"Sir, you have such good taste. These books are all handed down from the Central Plains. All of them are 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 at it. 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 type of people. If a Taoist saw it, they might not be convicted of "immorality and teaching filthy things".

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 took a closer look. The words on it were common in southern Xinjiang, but the paper inside was clearly made of "Yunhua paper" specially supplied by the Jin Dynasty royal family.

Yuan Ming couldn't help but frown and take a closer look, 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 book 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 story books, but also comic book 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 waiter thought he had taken a fancy to the book and immediately introduced it enthusiastically:

"The guest officer has really good taste. This children's story book contains thirteen independent short stories, specially translated into our southern Xinjiang language. It became very popular as soon as it was released. Not only children like it, but many adults also like it after reading it. The same experience. More than a thousand volumes shipped with difficulty from Dajin were quickly sold out, and the one you have is already 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 erotic novels that can compete with it are erotic novels. To be honest, I am also a loyal fan of this book, and my favorite is the story about the hamster meeting in it. ." 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 definitely not a common person." The clerk praised it 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.