"By the way, this is the book you want." Master Shi Er handed a brochure to He Lingchuan, "Sure enough, it is available in Fufeng City. My guy found it after searching two bookstores. It is said that it is placed in a very conspicuous position.

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"Hardcover copy?" He Lingchuan took it and flipped through it, dust was flying, "Ahem, there's so much dust!"

Master Shi Er was a little confused, "Brother He, what do you want this for? I don't think anyone usually buys it. That bookstore only buys two books in total, and they are all left to eat dust on the high shelf. It is said that this book is sold every twenty or thirty years

It was copied every year to prevent it from being lost. But as for whether anyone will read it, I don’t think so.”

"It can't be said, Shanren has its own magical uses." He Lingchuan patted the cover of the book and shook out a piece of book powder, "This book is not meant for reading, but it is so thin? It's great!"

"Tch." Master Shi Er rolled his eyes and urged him to get on his way quickly.

He Lingchuan didn't have anything to pack, so the two of them took their horses and went out. The black cat jumped on He Lingchuan's blue sheep, preparing to take a free ride.

This blue sheep carried him back from Sanxin Lake. It ran steadily and fast, and its patience was extremely good. No wonder someone adopted it as a mount.

Compared with horses and barges, the blue sheep's jumping ability is outstanding. It can jump more than ten feet high at any time. It is light and fast, especially suitable for traveling in mountains. He Lingchuan simply left it behind.

Of course, its weight-bearing capacity is average, and its legs will become weak if it exceeds 500 kilograms.

As soon as the sun sets, the streets are bustling with people, mostly heading north.

In this case, there is no need to ride a horse. You can only lead the horse and follow the crowd.

As for the carriage/donkey cart, it is impossible to move at all.

Passing by two temples, He Lingchuan saw that the stage set up in front of the temple had already begun a performance. The silk and bamboo on the stage were squeaking, and the people in the audience were smiling. The children were chasing the vendors selling sugar skewers. It was really more lively than the Chinese New Year.

I heard that almost all my relatives and friends have Yang, nine out of ten families.

Are there any more yin people? Come here and reply and I’ll take a look.
Chapter completed!