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Green Mountain

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink. I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth. Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

The Speaking Pork Trotter · ตะวันออก
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70. Farewell

The morning sun was just right as Chen Ji asked Liang Mao'er and She Dengke to carry him and his bamboo chair to the main hall of the Medical Hall.

Old Yao was diagnosing patients, She Dengke and Liang Mao'er were dispensing medicine for the patients, and Chen Ji just watched, as if he wanted to keep the sunlight that shone in from outside and the lively atmosphere of Anxi Street in his mind.

If he were to go to the Jing Dynasty, before he stepped into the Seeking Dao Realm with his Sword Seed Path and Mountain Lord Sect's Scripture, it would be hard for him to return.

Liu Quxing joyfully returned to the Medical Hall carrying pork, lamb, fish, a basket of vegetables, and a jar of osmanthus rice wine from the Xue Family's old tavern.

Old Yao, sitting behind the counter taking someone's pulse, saw him carrying a big heap of items and wondered, "Did you sell your brain? How did you suddenly get so much money?"