"Speaking of which, Brother Yuan's cultivation aura seems to have thickened a lot, isn't there another breakthrough in cultivation?" Ulu looked Yuan Ming up and down and said.

"Yuan didn't measure his own strength, and took Zhuji Dan to impact the foundation building period, but unfortunately it failed, so don't mention it. What's next for you?" Yuan Ming sighed.

"I have some things to dispose of in my hands, so I have to rush for a while, I'm afraid that we won't be together for long, and we'll go our separate ways again." Uru smiled and spoke.

"Brother Ulu, it seems that he has met the God of Wealth on the way, and he has gained a lot." Yuan Ming teased with a smile.

"One another! What are Brother Yuan's plans?" Uru raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"I stopped in the city for a while, and then I plan to leave the southern Xinjiang and return to the Great Jin, from now on, you and I are separated, and it will not be easy to meet again." Yuan Ming said.

"This Biluo Cave mission is not short, and I am also physically and mentally exhausted, so I need to relax for a while in the future. I'm going to leave the south and see what you have to see in the north." Uru laughed.

"You're coming to the Central Plains?" Yuan Ming was surprised.

"Yes, I've always longed for the coast recorded in those knight's travelogues, and I want to see what it means to be rocky and cloudy, breaking the shore in the waves, and rolling up a thousand piles of snow!" Uru nodded.

"Brother Ulu likes this kind of reef sea area where the waves crash on the shore, not the kind of sandy sea area where the sunset coconut shadow is blowing, the south is impossible to go, and you have to look for it in the north of the East China Sea." Yuan Ming subconsciously analyzed.

"I already have a goal, and when I'm done here, I'm going to go to Haiyan City in Yue Kingdom. Brother Yuan is also heading north when he returns to Dajin, so why don't you come with me?" Uru said.

Yuan Ming thought for a moment and remembered that Haiyan City was in Huazhou, Yue Kingdom, and it was a seaside city near the East China Sea.

"I won't go, if I go to Dajin, I will go beyond the territory of the country, and there will be a lot of detours, which is not a good choice." Yuan Ming said.

"That would be a pity." Uru sighed.

"How long will you stay there, and do you have any plans to come to Dajin?" Yuan Ming asked.

"It's hard to say, it's a long way, and I'm afraid it will take months just to get there, and I think I'll stay for a while after that. Haha, I won't go to Dajin, where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the water is much deeper than Yueguo. I remember that Huazhou should not be far from Dajin, so if Brother Yuan is interested, he might as well come to Haiyan City for a get-together?" Uru thought for a moment and said.

"Okay." Yuan Ming thought about it and nodded.

Then the two exchanged a few words, drank a few more glasses, and then hugged their fists and left.

Yuan Ming came to this Black Rock City this time, in fact, there was nothing too important, the main thing was that before leaving, he wanted to find a fire refining master to help him use the accumulated materials to refine a pair of inner and secondly, in this Fang City, he still had two old acquaintances who wanted to see each other.

Compared with coming to this city before, Yuan Ming's mood was much more relaxed.

Although the purpose is there, it is not a matter of urgency, Yuan Ming rarely walks lightly, and wanders around the market with the mentality of a tourist.

In fact, since he retrieved all his memories, Yuan Ming has not been easy in his heart, and some doubts about amnesia are counted.

It's all unraveled, but more doubts are pouring into my mind.

Lin Junsheng is clearly his playmate who has grown up with since childhood, although he is not as interested and intimate as the little emperor, but he can be regarded as one of the few close friends. He couldn't figure out why Lin Junsheng wanted to harm him?

In his memory, after Lin Junsheng suddenly made a move on him, he said, "Yuan Ming, don't blame me, I have a hard time, is there any deeper reason?"

Yuan Ming still had some speculations in his heart, but there was no evidence at the moment, and they could only be guesses.

Back to Dajin and back to the capital, there will inevitably be a bloody storm.

Yuan Ming walked in the streets and alleys where people came and went, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the plaque of a quaint shop not far from him, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop in place.

"Black Rock Bookstore."

He muttered, a slight smile on his lips, and walked into the bookstore.

"Bookstores are just ordinary sellers

In the place of books, there are no exercises and classics for sale, if Yuan Ming was before, there is a high probability that he would not have come in, and he would not even notice this shop."

But now it's different, after Yuan Ming's memories are all restored, some of his past habits and instincts have also regained control of his body.

So when he smelled the ink of the printed books, he subconsciously stopped.

When he was young, he was already familiar with the subset of scriptures and histories and all kinds of sage teachings, not because of the persecution of his parents, but because he himself was born with a love of reading.

Even compared with some civilian families, General Yuan is more enlightened and does not limit the categories of Yuan Ming's reading.

So much so that when he was ten years old, he had already read the "Jinping Orchid" and "Stone Record", which were criticized by many Taoist scholars as "rebellious and moral, and harmful to customs", and what he saw was far from being comparable to ordinary people.

Therefore, in the Great Jin Dynasty, Yuan Ming had a bookstore Xi's "Black Rock Bookstore" with a small area, and there were not many books in it, only on both sides of the shop to make a wall full of bookshelves, which were densely packed with thread-bound books of different sizes and categories.

The bookstore was obviously not very popular, and there was not a single customer in the store, except a guy leaning against the counter inside, with his head propped up in his hands, drowsy.

Seeing Yuan Ming come in, the guy just raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and he didn't even have the heart to come up to say hello.

Yuan Ming didn't care that he was just a habit, he planned to come in and take a look, try his luck, if he could find some rare books handed down from ancient times, he would spend money to buy them.

If not, it's a walk around and out.

The development of the cultural level of southern Xinjiang is sluggish, and it cannot be compared with the Central Plains, even in the bookstores.

Yuan Ming casually opened a few books, and the papers used in them were mixed and uneven.

Some of them are made of bark as the main material, which is thicker, strong and fold-resistant, and more flexible, but also slightly rough and inconvenient to write.

The second, the use of white linen paper, is made of flax and manganese as raw materials, the paper surface of the matte fiber bundle more, easy to ink, the same paper thick, more sundries.

If these are placed in the Central Plains, they are all substandard book paper.

According to the habits of the Great Jin, the most delicate and slender white cotton paper must be used, and the commonly used ones are threaded rice paper, which is not only light and thin, but also more durable.

After Yuan Ming flipped through a few miscellaneous chronicles, he found that they were all written in southern Xinjiang script, and the content was also miscellaneous, so he felt bored, and after sweeping his eyes, he planned to leave.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly attracted to a solitary bookshelf near the counter.

I saw that there were more than a dozen books with gold-sprinkled covers and delicate threads, which were different from other books placed at random, as if they were richly dressed nobles in the slums.

"Show me the books." Yuan Ming stepped forward and spoke.

"Guest officer, you have a good eye, these books are all handed down from the Central Plains, all of them are classics, and they are rare books that can't be bought elsewhere." The fellow rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look, and as he spoke, he took the separate bookshelf down.

Yuan Ming was speechless for a while, this guy was afraid that he hadn't even figured out what the "Lonely Rare Book" was, so he was fooling him here without shame.

When the guy brought over the bookshelf and opened the few dozen or so books in it, Yuan Ming laughed dumbly when he saw these books.

"Stone Record", "Jinping Orchid", "East Chamber", "Jade Puyuan", ...... It's really a classic. It's a pity that they are only the favorites of a certain type of people, and if they are seen by Taoists, they can't be convicted of the sin of "breaking morals and teaching filth".

However, you can't blame this guy, these books are well-made and beautifully printed, but they are all written in the Central Plains, and he is a young man from southern Xinjiang, so it is naturally impossible for him to recognize 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 face text is common in southern Xinjiang, but the paper inside is the "cloud flower paper" specially provided by the Jin Dynasty.

Yuan Ming couldn't help but glance at it carefully, and his eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

"Childish Tales...... Isn't this the book I wrote when I was a child? How could it have spread to southern Xinjiang and been translated into southern Xinjiang?" Yuan Ming was surprised in his heart.

He hurriedly opened the page on the back cover of the book, but saw a seal of the original script there:

"Tianming Publishing House."

It was a book printing agency co-founded by him and the little emperor Liu Tianming, although it was a private book club in nature, but it could use special royal paper, not only publishing scripts, but also comic books, the quality was excellent, and the entire Great Jin Dynasty had a good reputation.

However, Yuan Ming has always been responsible for creation, and he doesn't care about the profits.

The printing and publishing matters were all arranged by the shopkeeper of the book club, and he did not know that his book had been published in the southern Xinjiang version.

Seeing Yuan Ming staring at the "Child's Tale Book" in a daze, the guy thought he had taken a fancy to this book, and immediately introduced it attentively: "The guest officer's vision is really good, this child's Tale book contains thirteen independent short stories, which have been specially translated into our southern Xinjiang language. As soon as it was released, it was a hit, not only children liked it, but many adults also had a different experience after reading it. The more than 1,000 copies that were shipped with great difficulty from the Great Jin side were sold out quickly, and this one in your hand is already the last stock in stock."

"This book...... Selling so well?" Yuan Ming himself was a little unconvinced.

"Let me tell you this, in the entire bookstore, there is only *** that can compete with it. Truth be told, I'm also a big fan of this book, and I like the hamster meeting in it the most." The guy patted his chest and said.

Yuan Ming held the book in his hand and looked at the guy in surprise.

"Don't believe it, I really think that the person who wrote this book is very thoughtful, imaginative, and definitely not a layman." The guy complimented heartily.

At this time, Yuan Ming held his book in his hand, listening to the man's compliments, and felt inexplicably refreshed.

"It's a good feeling to be complimented." Yuan Ming's heart was refreshed.

It's just that he can't tell the other party bluntly that he is the author of this book, otherwise that would be the real manifestation in front of people.

It may be more refreshing, but it is also possible to be considered a madman or a liar.