So now, several stations have formed the prototype of a small market. Just wait for standardization and fixed, and it is a new commercial gathering place. With the good vision, it has already been planned here in advance. For example, at the station at the South Gate, there is a newly opened book shop, not only the storefront, but also the building has started here.

Because there are many people here, the entrance of the book shop is very lively, and there are many people coming in and out. Although only one or two people are holding books in their hands when they go out, it is enough to support the business.

Fang Chang also visits places like book shops frequently, second only to restaurants and taverns. Anyway, he can pack his backpack, so he often collects books at the foot of the mountain and takes them back to the cliff to read them as a conditioner for a long time. So after seeing this book shop, Fang Chang walked in and see if there were any books he was interested in.

"Well, this has been published, too..." Fang Chang flipped through the desk case full of books and found two of his works. I don't know if anyone is destined to contribute to publishing the world. This is a good thing for him. Anyway, he doesn't care about the pen fee. It's good that more people read his works.

After putting these two works back, Fang Chang took a clean basket prepared by the store and chose dozens of sets of books around him, but on the title of one of them, he stopped his eyes.

""Travels of Chen Yuan"..."

The moment he recited the title of the book in a meticulous voice, he also brought back memories of a long time ago by this set of books. It seems that the young man who is determined to travel all over the world has completed his works for the rest of his life and collected this set of works. Fang Chang added this set of books to his own book shopping basket, and then went to the counter next to the door to check the accounts.

After coming out of the book shop, Fang Chang walked around the imperial capital a few times and experienced the charm here, but the memories evoked by Chen Yuan's set of books also implicated more memories. I remembered that there were once an acquaintance in Beijing, Fang Chang thought for a while and then went to find the remains of his old friend.

It was not difficult to find the guidance of Lingjue. Soon, Fang Chang found the last place for two acquaintances in the imperial capital in a beautiful place outside the imperial capital. Among the beautiful pines and cypresses, there is a tall, neat tomb that is often worshipped. The tombstone in front is inscribed with the posthumous posthumous given by the Human Emperor. Liu Xiuwen, who is the most powerful minister, and his wife Hu Xueqiu are buried here together.

Fang Chang remembered that when the fox demon gave up his practice and chose to spend his life as a human being, he was still open-minded.

He stood silently for a while, and took out some incense and candles from his backpack to light it, bowed his hands and turned around and left.

Speaking of which, there were two old friends who chose to retire from the world when they were successful and fame. They became curious and then calculated the whereabouts of Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling, then turned around and walked away step by step in the direction away from the imperial capital.

Outside a small valley with beautiful scenery and few people, Fang Chang stopped silently.

There was smoke rising inside.

He walked towards the valley. The path was winding and quiet, with weeds growing on the roadside, and some wild flowers were adorned with streams. There was a stream flowing out of the valley. Sometimes the sound was heard in the distance, and sometimes he saw it flowing on the roadside. The stream water was transparent and clear, with gravel at the bottom of the water, with moss and aquatic plants growing scattered, and fish and shrimp swimming.

After a while, I saw a small wooden fence yard with bamboo forests planted beside the yard, an octagonal pavilion high above, and outside the yard there were half an acre of flower fields and a little crops and vegetables. The crops were only three or four parts, and it looked like they were not enough to eat and use.

"Is anyone here?"

Knock on the door gently, and soon there was movement inside.

"Who is the visitor? Let's wait a moment." Then the steps went from far to near, and then the two wooden doors creaked open.

The people who came out had white hair and beard, but they were old but still healthy. However, age affected their memory after all. Seeing that the person who came looked familiar, he still recalled for a while before recognizing who the person was. He immediately shouted out:

"Mr. Fang?! It's you!"

"It's me." Fang Chang smiled when he saw that Liu Yuande was still alive.

"Please come in quickly." Liu Yuande quickly let Fang Chang in with a crutch, and sighed: "Time flies so fast. We mortals have already had all the lights, but the gentleman is still the same as before. His style back then... It's really different from immortals and mortals."

After picking up the teapot, Liu Yuande added tea to Fang Chang and invited Fang Chang to have lunch together.

Fang Chang asked: "Have you been doing well these years?"

Liu Yuande nodded and said in a nagging manner:

"I lived a good life, much easier and happier than before I retired. I also had a gift from my husband and had no worries about food and food, so we lived in this valley. Later, the children gradually left, leaving Qingling and I, and I, were always wandering around the valley when I was idle."

"Although we were not able to practice, we learned some skills of admiration and health preservation when we were in the rebel army, so we lived longer than others, and even survived our generation of children. However, Qingling left me twenty years ago and was buried in the bamboo forest next to us."

After some simple meals, Liu Yuande took Fang Chang out of the courtyard and walked into the bamboo forest.

There is a path in the bamboo forest, which is very narrow but often walks very firmly. Whenever there are steep places, several steps are laid. The wind passes through the gaps of bamboos, causing the bamboo leaves to rustle. The hillside is covered with faded bamboo leaves, and no other plants grow.

At the end of the path, there is a clearing in the bamboo forest. A small tomb is in the middle of the clearing. There is a wooden sign in front of it, saying "Yu Qingling's Tomb". The handwriting was founded by Liu Yuande, and it was re-described many times after the handwriting was pale. The heroes of the year were no longer there, and the scholars next to the heroes became old.

Liu Yuande looked at Yu Qingling's tomb with loving eyes, and Fang Changze took out the incense and candles as usual to worship him.

Liu Yuande said: "I don't know how long I can live, but what I need to do is to live as much as possible. I think Qingling is also happy. When I can't live anymore, I will be buried by her side and never separate."

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The world is still prosperous, but the mountains in Yunzhong seem to be affected no matter how much.

It was the first time that he went down the mountain in a century. After Fang Chang left Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling, he went to Shu, desert, and ice fields, and went around the East China Sea to Jiangnan. Cai Shuo River and returned to Yunzhong Mountain. Along the way, he saw many stories and visited some friends. He was very fulfilling and comfortable along the way, and it took him several months.

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff is relatively slow. The next time the water rises should be autumn, which is already very close. Fang Chang put the package back to the bedside, picked the Lingquan sword from behind and hung it on the wall, picked up the gourd at his waist and took a sip, and then placed it gently on the table next to him. He changed his back basket and steel axe, walked into the field, prepared to pick some vegetables and cook, and then check the growth of the fruits and vegetables.

Before leaving, the melons were planted and ripe.

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I hope everyone likes this story and wish you all: blessings are as good as the East China Sea and longevity is as long as the South Mountain! (The text ends)
Chapter completed!