Looking at the sun rising, blocked by a few thin clouds, gradually reaching the sky above his head, Fang Chang suddenly felt a move in his heart.

Instead of continuing to walk, he found a big tree with lush branches and leaves, staying below like an ordinary pedestrian.

Although Fang Chang was wearing a white dress and carrying a sword behind her, it was very different from those around her, which were indigo or gray-brown, and occasionally mixed with moon-white clothes, but because his existence was too natural, the people around her seemed ordinary, and no one was surprised by his outfit.

He looked up slightly and looked at the sky.

A few thin dark clouds floated, gently covering the sun, making this town bathed in the sun darkened, and the coolness of the autumn wind became more obvious. In Sichuan, early spring, hot summer, cool autumn and warm winter, which is very different from the Central Plains. It usually rains frequently and the weather is humid, but it rarely snows in winter.

However, on the snow peaks in the distance, the snow fell all year round, and the thick snow accumulated into ice. It slowly slid down the mountain under the action of gravity, melting at the snow line, and then gathered to form a rolling river across Shu.

It will rain tomorrow.

You can clearly feel it in the long spiritual consciousness.

However, the rain will be very small, and the degree to which the ground will only become wet will not have any impact on the lives of the people around you.

He stood under the tree and waited.

After a while, Fang Chang walked to the stall next to see the goods placed by the stall owner.

This is a small stall selling fans, not the kind that literati like. The fan has paintings or calligraphy inscriptions on the fan, but is a palm-shaped fan, round fan, and a few plain folding fan that are very popular among the residents of the village and town - they are obviously goods coming in from outside, not made by themselves.

"Which customer likes? Choose whatever you want." The stall owner took care of several people at the same time, and saw Fang Chang rummaging there with a palm-leaf fan, and greeted him casually.

Fang Chang shook his head and put down the fan, but did not buy it.

He straightened up, turned around and walked a few steps, and patted someone passing by the middle of the street on the shoulder:

“Meet again.”

"Hey, it's Mr. Fang? What a coincidence, I can actually meet you here!"

The man who was called by Fang Chang was wearing an old hat and cloth clothes. In addition to hemp shoes, he also had leggings. He grabbed a short stick in his hand. He had been using it for a long time and had been polished.

It was Chen Yuan who had briefly communicated and separated before entering the Western Regions. He had a square pendant that was given by Ning Shenpeng on his waist.

Without waiting for Fang Chang to answer, Chen Yuan asked curiously: "Sir, have you returned from the Western Regions? What is the scenery and customs over there, is it interesting enough?"

Fang Chang smiled and said, "Well, after returning from the Western Regions, I suddenly felt at Shu Pass that I had passed by the entrance. It was a waste not to go to Shu to see it. So I passed Shu Road and came here for a tour."

Chen Yuan looked behind and beside Fang Chang, and continued to ask, "Where is the Mr. Sang who was with you before?"

"The three villages separated outside Shu Pass, he continued to return to the Central Plains, and I came to Shu." Fang Chang replied, "Where are you from?"

"I'm in Shu this time without any purpose." Chen Yuan smiled, and then patted the package on his back. "I just wandered around and talked to the villagers. If I heard that the scenery was strange, I would prepare to go around and search around, and if I had the chance, I would go and take a look and record some manuscripts."

While practicing his dream with his footsteps, Chen Yuan kept remembering and writing, and putting the wonderful scenery hidden deep in the world on paper in words. Fang Chang once calculated that although Chen Yuan's life was bumpy, the city was safe and well-known in later generations. However, he just calculated because he was curious and was not ready to tell the other party.

"Where are you going next?" Fang Chang asked.

"Shu is very large, so I'd better walk around here. I can't take it for a year or two." Chen Yuan sighed, "This place is almost isolated from the Central Plains, and the transportation is difficult. This time I come here may be the only time in this life, and there may be no chance in the future. In addition, Shu is beautiful and has distinctive characteristics, so of course I have to go for a walk more."

The two chatted again, and the rear asked:

"You have returned from the East China Sea before. What's going on there? Are there any things to pay attention to if you want to go to the sea?"

Chen Yuan thought for a while and said:

"Actually, it's okay. There are many ships on the sea, and you can go anywhere as long as you have money. But be careful of the robbers at the sea. They often rob passenger ships in various ways. In addition, some seemingly deserted islands may be bandit nests on them."

"Then, if you want to go out to sea, it is best to catch up in winter and spring, because in summer and autumn, there are often big storms in the East China Sea. It is almost the moment. Ships traveling from Chaoyungang to the sea and islands in the East China Sea will fall to about 10% of the original, and there is inconvenience to traffic each other..."

Then, Chen Yuan enthusiastically introduced some East China Sea specialties, island food, and cultural scenery different from the Central Plains to Fang Chang, and briefly talked about his route when he went to sea. Fang Chang also recorded all of them. He was planning to go to sea soon to find the Qinglong Hall for the monsters.

Then the two separated, Chen Yuan continued to stroll and replenish the market, while Fang Chang found a small ice noodles stall and prepared to taste it.

This is a specialty of Shu. The cold and transparent powder jelly is washed and kneaded with some grass seeds, and the taste is very smooth. The stall owner put it in a small bowl, put brown sugar juice, add two spoonfuls of crushed peanuts, and then add a few raisins from the Western Regions to make a delicacy.

This one is much more labor-saving than grinding tofu, with lower costs, and the business is also very good. So the couple who sold tofu before also changed their careers and sold ice powder, but they did not take this step for various reasons.

However, in Fang Chang's opinion, this ice powder has one advantage:

After the peppers become popular in Shu, there will be spicy tofu, and there will be a lot of them, but there will definitely be no spicy ice powder.

He returned the small bowl and spoon to the stall owner, praised it for a few words, Fang Chang stood up and continued to look south.

The town at the foot of the mountain where smoke gradually floated was left behind by his footsteps.

In the market in front of the Land Temple, he bought two packets of hemp candy and a small can of good vinegar, and a stack of very soft deer skin suitable for wiping weapons and tanned as a gift for this home.

In front of them are mountains.

Since people are close to human settlements, towns and villagers often go into the mountains together, chop firewood, hunt and collect mountain goods, so there is a road that is stepped out in front.

When we arrived at the back, there were completely primitive wild mountains and ridges, with no roads and lush branches and leaves. This place is completely different from the Central Plains, with tall and dense plants.

Fang Chang thought about it and simply let the clouds rise.

Large clouds gathered at their feet, held him up to the air, and then slowly floated towards the high cliff ahead.

Although the speed is far less fast than walking by yourself, it also eliminates the effort to overcome obstacles and open up the road.
Chapter completed!