Although the mountain god of Hengshan could feel that when the six volumes of "Yellow Spring" began to circulate throughout the world, the Youquan he suppressed at the foot of the mountain did not seem to have any special changes, as if it had nothing to do with the matter of "Yellow Spring", as if Ji Yuan and his grand plan had no effect at all.
But the mountain god of Hengshan knew that it was because the story of "Yellow Spring" had not been finished, and that was because the "Yellow Spring" that originated from a high mountain in the book did not correspond to this Youquan. Once the name of the mountain was mentioned in the future, the Yellow Spring in the hearts of people all over the world would rush over like rolling waves, assimilate the Youquan in Hengshan, and transform into the real source of the Yellow Spring.
Even the mountain god could imagine that, as he sits quietly in Hengshan, countless people in the world are amazed or horrified by this book.
As the person who promoted the creation of the book "Huangquan" and its circulation throughout the world, Ji Yuan now has some free time and can finally return to the long-missed Ju'an Pavilion to have a rest.
Ji Yuan was not a native of Ning'an County, but he truly regarded Ning'an County, Deshun Prefecture, Dazhen Jizhou as his hometown, so every time he came back, he felt a sense of nostalgia for his hometown.
There are many places in Dazhen that are constantly changing, but Ning'an County seems to always maintain the same rhythm. Ji Yuan slowly walked into the county from the north gate. The scenery along the way did not change much, perhaps just some trees were thicker, or maybe there was just a roadside tea stall somewhere.
The blue-gray city walls are full of traces of time, and there are big red lanterns hanging on the city walls, as if they were hung there during the Chinese New Year and have not been taken down since.
Ji Yuan glanced at the scenery outside the city and slowly walked into the city. He could also hear the lively sounds near the city gate, which was the favorite place for farmers who carried vegetables, fruits and melons to sell in the city.
Many years ago, Ji Yuan had intentionally reduced the number of times he appeared in Ning'an County. Now he hasn't appeared for another eight years. As he expected, almost no one recognizes him anymore.
In other words, when Ji Yuan looked around, all he saw were unfamiliar faces, or there were no familiar voices. Even if he felt a little familiar occasionally, the voices were ones he had never heard before. He thought that they were the descendants or relatives of those vegetable farmers back then, and there was a sense of connection between them. Even the people in the shops on both sides of the street had basically all changed. He had slowly entered the city until now, and had not heard a single "Mr. Ji".
Finally, Ji Yuan passed by Jirentang, a well-known medical clinic in Ning'an County. He thought he could at least see Doctor Tong's apprentice, but he didn't expect that the clinic was still in the same place and looked the same, but the doctor in charge had obviously been replaced.
"Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
The apprentice of the medical clinic who was watching a medicine furnace at the door of the shop saw Ji Yuan standing at the door and looking inside for a while, so he stood up and asked. At this moment, Ji Yuan came back to his senses from his memories and looked at the obviously young apprentice in front of him. Although he could not see his appearance clearly, judging from his aura, he was a big boy who was not even twenty years old.
Ji Yuan smiled and replied.
"No, just looking."
After saying this, Ji Yuan left here and continued to move forward.
However, it seems that Ning'an County is not really unchanged. Some of the buildings inside have been changed. It seems that some have been demolished and rebuilt, as well as renovated.
“Woof woof woof… Woof woof woof…”
“Woof woof woof…”
There were sounds of dogs barking in the distance, Ji Yuan asked and looked, and in the streets a little further away, groups of large and small dogs were running by, playing and playing. Ji Yuan smiled knowingly again.
"At least Hu Yun won't be lonely here."
However, people change, but Ji Yuan's home is still in Tianniufang. I believe that even if Ning'an County has changed many officials and Tianniufang has grown for several generations, no one would have the idea of taking over Ju'an Xiaoge.
When he reached the street in front of the Tianniufang archway, a voice suddenly perked up Ji Yuan.
“Lo Mein, the best Lo Mein—old-fashioned and traditional craftsmanship—”
Braised noodles? Is Sun's noodle stall still open
Ji Yuan was a little confused. Logically speaking, no one in the Sun family had learned this craft after Sun Fu. Ji Yuan walked faster and when he approached the noodle stall, he saw that the cloth sign on the stall still read "Sun's Noodle Stall".
Seeing someone coming, a strong man at the stall greeted them warmly.
"Sir, would you like a bowl of braised noodles?"
"Well, have a bowl."
"Okay, what extra toppings would you like? We have both poached eggs and braised dried tofu."
"No need, braised noodles will do."
"Okay, sir, please sit down and wait."
The shop was busy and Ji Yuan found a place to sit down. The place where he used to sit was on the north side, but the location of the table of this stall owner was different from that of the Sun family. There was no table at the old location.
"I thought there would be no noodle stalls here."
Ji Yuan said this and the stall owner laughed.
"Originally, my master said when he was still alive that he should be the last generation of the Sun family to make braised noodles. However, because I became an apprentice, the craft has not been lost, so I continue to run the noodle stall here."
"So you're not a member of the Sun family? Why don't you change the sign?"
Ji Yuan asked with a smile.
The man, who was tidying up the stove, also answered cheerfully.
"I won't change the signboard. Many of the folks in this village recognize this signboard. As for the Sun family, I also want to be one. If I can marry Miss Yaya, it doesn't matter if she is old. I can even marry her into the family. Unfortunately, I don't have that blessing. Oh, by the way, my family name is Wei."
"oh… "
Ji Yuan nodded, understanding something in his heart. He then continued to chat with the stall owner for a few words. He also learned the time of Sun Fu's death and his thoughts during that time, and felt quite emotional.
"Sir, your noodles are ready!"
The stall owner brought the noodles over and set them aside. Ji Yuan thanked him and then picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
I have to say that this stall owner has indeed learned the essence of Sun family's braised noodles. When you put the noodles in your mouth, both the chewiness of the noodles and the taste of the braised sauce are almost the same as they were back then. After finishing a bowl of noodles, I found that the price of the braised noodles has only increased by one penny after so many years.
After Ji Yuan got up, the shop owner cleaned up the dishes diligently and efficiently. Ji Yuan could see that the stall owner did not know him, but the moment he learned that the stall owner's surname was Wei, even without calculations, he felt a sense of knowing something, and it was indeed something that Wei Wuwei could do.
There were still not many familiar faces in Tianniufang, but Ji Yuan could recognize the voices of some people. However, Ji Yuan had no intention of showing up in front of people, and no one he met recognized him.
When they arrived at the door of Ju'an Pavilion, it had already been gently opened from the inside with a "creak". Zao Niang, dressed in a light green silk dress, stood in front of the door and saluted, with joy on her face but not exaggerated.
"Sir, you're back!"
"Um."
Ji Yuan entered the yard and looked at the jujube tree in the yard. The layer of peach tree ashes under the tree had completely turned into ordinary soil, and the appearance of the jujube tree had also changed a lot. The thickness of the trunk was almost as thick as the stone table on the side. The branches and leaves on the top were like a huge canopy, covering the entire sky above the Ju'an Pavilion, but always letting the sunlight through. The jujubes on it were crystal clear and looked extremely tempting.
"Sir, many of the dates have been hanging for years. Can Miss Zao help you pick some?"
"That's good, of course."
After Ji Yuan finished speaking, he looked outside the courtyard, slowly closed the door, and then slowly let out a breath. The traces of him, Ji, in Ning'an County would slowly fade away. Perhaps, in the county today, there would still be old people and children telling the story of Mr. Ji saving the red fox.
"Sir, although Sun Fu has passed away, the Sun Ji noodle stall is still open."
Zao Niang took out a small rattan basin from the kitchen, and came over while talking about the noodle stall. As she waved her hand, sporadic dates fell from the tree, gathered in the rattan basin in her hand, and she put it on the table.
“I saw it when I came here, but that person is from the Wei family, so it should be the work of Wei Wuwei.”
As Ji Yuan spoke, he sat at the table and took a date to taste. His mouth was filled with crispness and sweetness when he took a bite. The spiritual charm of the date was far better than before, and it was just an ordinary spiritual date.
"Is it?"
Zao Niang opened her mouth in slight surprise.
"The head of the Wei family is really amazing. Mother Zao never knew about it!"
"Yes, Wei Wuwei's strength will eventually be known to everyone, but his real strength is that not many people know how strong he is yet."
At this point, Ji Yuan patted his chest and called out the little paper crane. After it came out, it flew around Zao Niang for a few circles, stopped on her hand and lingered for a while, and then flew outside. It was going to the City God Temple to let Ji Yuan know that Ji Yuan would make a special visit in the evening.
Zao Niang watched the little paper crane fly away, sat down next to Ji Yuan, and took out the book "Huangquan" from her sleeve.
"Sir, did you write this book?"
Ji Yuan took a glance and shook his head.
"No, the main writer is Wang Li, and Master Yin has done a lot of writing. I just made a few comments and drew some pictures."
"oh… "
Zao Niang responded in a low voice and suddenly stood up.
"Look, sir!"
As she spoke, Zao Niang held a branch in her hand and danced with a sword in front of the table. Each move was a combination of hardness and softness, and the dance was heroic. After only a dozen moves, she turned around and squatted, pointing her sword at the sky, while the silk skirt under her continued to sway with the remaining momentum before stopping.
"How do I dance, sir?"
"Yes, there is some real swordsmanship in it!"
Ji Yuan was a little surprised. Zao Niang's moves were indeed remarkable to her. Her sword dancing was not as solemn and elegant as usual, but had a youthful and energetic feeling. Hearing his praise, Zao Niang immediately smiled.
"Two years ago, Sun Yaya and I went to Chunhui Mansion and met Madam Bai. At that time, a monster had caught the person who privately published "White Deer Shame" and showed a ferocious look. Yaya and I were nearby and thought it was a monster, so we attacked her. Then we found out that she was Madam Bai's maid. She also found out that I had the book in my hand. Later, when I met Madam Bai, the scene was both embarrassing and funny!"
Ji Yuan's mouth twitched, he couldn't imagine how Bai Ruo would react at that time.