Chapter 214 I Am the Author

"Speaking of which, Brother Yuan's cultivation aura seems to have become much stronger. Could it be that he has made another breakthrough?" Wu Lu looked Yuan Ming up and down and said.

"Yuan Ming overestimated his own ability and took the foundation-building pill to break through the foundation-building stage. Unfortunately, he failed. Let's not talk about it. What are your plans next?" Yuan Ming sighed.

"I have some things to deal with, so I have to run around for a while. I'm afraid we won't be together for long before we go our separate ways again." Wu Lu smiled and said.

"Brother Wu Lu, it seems that you have met the God of Wealth on the road and gained a lot." Yuan Ming smiled and teased.

"Same here! What are your plans, Brother Yuan?" Wu Lu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I will stay in the city for a while, and then I plan to leave Nanjiang and return to Dajin. From now on, you and I will be in different places, and it may not be easy to meet by chance again." Yuan Ming said so.

"This time, the mission cycle of Biluo Cave is not short, and I am also exhausted physically and mentally. I need to relax for a while. I plan to leave Nanjiang and go see the scenery in your north." Wu Lu smiled.

"You want to come to the Central Plains?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have always been yearning for the coasts recorded in those knights' travel notes, and I want to see what it means to 'crazy rocks and collapsing clouds, waves breaking the shore, and rolling up thousands of piles of snow'!" Wu Lu nodded.

"Brother Wu Lu likes this kind of reef sea with waves hitting the shore, not the kind of beach sea with sunset and coconut shadows. The south is not accessible, and you have to look for it in the north of the East China Sea." Yuan Ming analyzed subconsciously.

"I already have a goal. After I finish my work here, I plan to go to Haiyan City in Yue State. Brother Yuan is also heading north when he returns to Dajin. Why don't you go with me?" Wu Lu said.

Yuan Ming thought for a moment and remembered that Haiyan City is in Huazhou, Yue State, and is a coastal city near the East China Sea.

"I won't go. If I go to Dajin, I will go through the territory of Yue State, and there are many detours. It is not a good choice." Yuan Ming said.

"That's a pity." Wu Lu sighed.

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

"It's hard to say. The journey is long. It will probably take several months just to get there. I should stay there for a while. Haha, I won't go to Dajin. There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers there, and the water is much deeper than that of Yue. I remember that Huazhou should not be far from Dajin. If Brother Yuan is interested, why not come to Haiyan City to meet?" Wulu thought for a while and said.

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

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

Yuan Ming came to the Black Rock City market this time. In fact, there was nothing too important. He mainly wanted to find Master Huolian to help him refine another set of inner armor with the accumulated materials before leaving.

Secondly, in this market, he had two old acquaintances who wanted to meet.

Compared with the previous visit to this market, Yuan Ming's mood was much more relaxed.

Although there was a purpose, it was not an important matter. Yuan Ming rarely walked easily and strolled around the market with the mentality of a tourist.

In fact, since he recovered all his memories, Yuan Ming was not at ease. Some doubts about amnesia were solved, but more doubts emerged in his mind.

Lin Junsheng was clearly his playmate since childhood. Although he was not as close as he and the little emperor, he was also 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 attacked him, he said: "Yuan Ming, don't blame me, I have my reasons..."

Is there any deeper reason?

Yuan Ming still had some guesses in his heart, but there was no evidence at the moment, so he could only guess.

Back to Dajin, back to the capital, there would be a bloody storm.

Yuan Ming walked in the streets where people came and went, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the plaque of an ancient shop not far away, and his footsteps could not help but stop where they were.

"Heiyan Bookstore."

He muttered to himself, with a slight smile on his face, and turned into the bookstore.

A bookstore is just a place that sells ordinary books. There are no martial arts books or books for sale. If it were the previous Yuan Ming, he would probably not come in, or even notice this shop.

But it is different now. After Yuan Ming's memory was fully restored, some of his previous habits and instincts have regained control of his body.

So when he smelled the scent of ink from printing books, he subconsciously stopped.

When he was young, he was already familiar with the classics, history, and various saints' exegesis. It was not forced by his parents at home, but he was born to like reading.

Even compared to some civil servant families, General Yuan was more open-minded and did not limit the categories of Yuan Ming's reading.

So when he was ten years old, he had already read "Jinpinglan" and "Shitoulu", which were criticized by many Taoists as "contrary to morality and harmful to customs". What he knew and saw was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Therefore, when he was in the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Ming had the habit of visiting bookstores.

This "Heiyan Bookstore" is not large in area, and the bookshelves are not many. There are only bookshelves on both sides of the store, which are densely packed with thread-bound books of different sizes and categories.

This bookstore is obviously not very popular. There is no customer in the store. There is only a clerk leaning on the counter inside, supporting his head with both hands, drowsy.

Seeing Yuan Ming coming in, the clerk just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without even the intention of coming up to greet him.

Yuan Ming didn't care. He was just doing it out of habit. He planned to come in and take a look. If he could find some rare books handed down from ancient times, he would buy them.

If not, he would just walk around and leave.

The cultural level of southern Xinjiang is sluggish, which is certainly not comparable to that of the Central Plains. Even in the bookstores, this is very obvious.

Yuan Ming flipped through a few books at random. The paper used in them was mixed and good and bad.

The better ones used parchment paper made of tree bark as the main material. The paper was thicker, stronger and more foldable, and more flexible, but it was also a little rough and inconvenient to write.

The inferior ones used white hemp paper, which was made of flax and ramie as raw materials. The paper surface was dull, with more fiber bundles and easy to be inked. The paper was also thick and had more debris.

If these were placed in the Central Plains, they would all be unqualified book paper.

According to the custom of Dajin, at least more delicate and thin white cotton paper must be used, and the normal ones are all ribbed rice paper, which is not only light and thin, but also more durable.

After Yuan Ming flipped through the basic miscellaneous records, he found that they were all written in the southern Xinjiang language and the contents were all miscellaneous notes. He felt bored and planned to leave after a quick glance.

At this moment, his sight was suddenly attracted by a separate bookshelf near the counter.

There were a dozen books with gold-sprinkled covers and exquisite thread bindings, which were different from other randomly placed books at first glance, as if they were nobles in gorgeous clothes in the slums.

"Let me see those books." Yuan Ming walked up and said.

"Sir, you have a good eye. These books are all from the Central Plains. They are all classics handed down from generation to generation, and they are rare and precious books that cannot be bought elsewhere." The clerk rubbed his eyes, turned his head to take a look, and while speaking, he took down the independent bookshelf.

Yuan Ming was speechless. This guy probably didn't even know what "rare and precious books" were, but he was brazenly fooling him here.

When the guy brought the bookshelf over and laid out the few dozen books in it, Yuan Ming laughed when he saw these books.

"The Record of Stone", "Jinpinglan", "The Story of the East Chamber", "Yupuyuan"... they are really classics handed down from generation to generation.

It's a pity that they are only the favorites of a certain type of people. If they were seen by Taoists, they might be convicted of "corrupting morals and teaching filth".

However, this guy can't be blamed. These books are well-made and beautifully printed, but they are all in the Central Plains language. As a young guy in southern Xinjiang, he naturally couldn't recognize them.

Just when Yuan Ming was about to leave, he saw a different book among these books.

He picked up the book and took a closer look. The words on it were commonly used in southern Xinjiang, but the paper inside was "Yunhua Paper" specially supplied by the royal family of Dajin.

Yuan Ming couldn't help but frown and take a closer look, his eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

"Childish storybook... Isn't this the storybook I wrote when I was young? How did it spread to Southern Xinjiang and was translated into Southern Xinjiang language?" Yuan Ming was extremely surprised.

He quickly turned to the back cover of the book, but saw a seal in the Central Plains language there:

"Tianming Bookstore."

It was a printing agency co-founded by him and the little emperor Liu Tianming. Although it was a private bookstore in nature, it could use royal special paper. It not only published storybooks, but also comic books. The quality was excellent and the whole Dajin had a good reputation.

However, Yuan Ming was always responsible for creation, not for revenue. The printing and publishing matters were arranged by the bookstore owner, and he didn't know that his book was actually published in the Southern Xinjiang language.

Seeing Yuan Ming staring at the book "Children's Stories" in a daze, the clerk thought he had taken a fancy to this book and immediately introduced it to him:

"Sir, you have a good eye. This children's story book contains thirteen independent short stories, which are specially translated into our southern Xinjiang language. It has been very popular since it was released. Not only children like it, but many adults also have different feelings after reading it. More than a thousand copies were shipped from Dajin with great difficulty, and they were sold out quickly. The one you have is the last stock."

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

"Let me tell you this, in the entire bookstore, the only thing that can compete with it is erotic novels. To be honest, I am also a loyal fan of this book, and I like the story of the hamster meeting the most." The clerk said, patting his chest.

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

"Don't disbelieve it, I really think that the person who wrote this book has a very unique and imaginative mind, and he must not be an ordinary person." The clerk praised sincerely.

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

"It's really nice to be praised." Yuan Ming felt relieved.

However, he couldn't tell the other party directly that he was the author of the book, otherwise it would be a real show of power.

Although it might be more refreshing, he might also be regarded as a madman or a liar.