Yang Xiuwen shook his head, "I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll make peace with it now that I've got it. It's better to start practicing from scratch."

In his mind, he said to the original owner of his current body, "Little brother, please feel free to go, I will live a good life for you, and live a more exciting life."

Then he sat cross-legged, put his hands flat on his knees, and put his tongue lightly on the roof of his mouth. He closed his eyes slightly and calmed his mind. After a while, he felt a trace of internal force forming and occupying his Dantian.

One night passed, the morning glow filled the sky, and when the red sun just emerged, a trace of purple aura was sucked into the mouth of Yang Xiuwen, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the window. He opened his eyes slightly, and the light disappeared in a flash.

He stood up and felt his body, and said with emotion, "This body is much better than the previous one. At the current speed of cultivation, one can reach the first level of Qi training in a week. It's just that the body is too weak and needs to be exercised."

So I washed up, put on my high school sportswear, went downstairs and started running in the morning. The entire towel factory courtyard was very big, and it was two kilometers long to run around it. Yang Xiuwen ran three laps in a row, sweating profusely and panting.

But it feels very smooth.

Walking back slowly, there were several breakfast shops on both sides of the gate of the family courtyard. Yang Xiuwen ate a bowl of mutton steamed buns in one of the shops. He felt full of energy. He took a shower when he got home, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to the West Market on his own.

's small shop.

After closing the door and going downstairs, I met Aunt Liu on the fourth floor in the stairwell. Her husband's surname was Li, and he was a colleague of his parents' factory. The two families had a good relationship.

Yang Xiuwen smiled and said: "Aunt Liu, good morning, I'm back from shopping for groceries, and Uncle Li has gone to work."

When Aunt Liu saw that it was him, she said enthusiastically, "Xiu Wen, go to the store so early. I have pity on my child. If your parents are still here, hey!"

After I finished speaking, I felt like I was talking too much, so I added: "It's okay, I have your Aunt Liu here. In the past two days, Aunt Liu will make your favorite braised mutton."

Yang Xiuwen could feel that the other party really cared about him in his words, and he said enthusiastically, "Okay, Aunt Liu, I'll just wait, haha."

When I came downstairs and saw my bicycle, I remembered that it was broken yesterday. I pushed it to the repair shop at the door. It cost fifteen yuan to repair it.

He left the car behind and said he would pick it up tomorrow, and then walked towards the West Market, which was two kilometers away from his home. In Xi'an in the 1990s, there were not many cars on the streets. People had to walk, bike or take the bus to get around.

There are buses, but they are too crowded.

Yang Xiuwen controlled his breathing rhythm while walking. According to his understanding, walking and running can be practiced. He also controlled his rhythm when running in the morning, otherwise he would not be able to run six kilometers for the first time.

When he was approaching the West Market, he walked into Xinhua Bookstore and bought a series of books such as "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Acupuncture Map of Meridians of Traditional Chinese Medicine", "Monarchs, Ministers and Envoys".

To practice cultivation, you must understand acupoints and Chinese medicine, and to make alchemy, you must also understand Chinese medicine. Although that unreliable master also taught a lot of knowledge in this field, it was only about cultivation, and he felt that he should have a more comprehensive understanding.

The Antique Street in West Market is in a market next to the city cinema, selling everything.

Yang Xiuwen's store is in the middle of the market, on the second floor, each floor is 20 square meters, with a facade on the first floor and a warehouse on the second floor.

When Yang Xiuwen arrived at the store, the whole street was already very lively. He opened the store door, did some simple cleaning, and rearranged the handicrafts in the store, such as small terracotta warriors and horses, shadow puppets, cloth tigers, and clay sculptures of the zodiac.

Then I sat down behind a glass counter and started reading Chinese medicine books. On the counter were copper coins, jade pendants, old Guanyin, Buddha statues, etc., all of which were fake.

The whole morning passed, and not many people came in. At noon, he put down his medical skills, stood up and stretched, and said to himself, "My memory is a little abnormal after rebirth. I almost have a photographic memory. Is this a benefit of rebirth?"

But this business is too bad. If we continue like this, we will starve to death. All the resources used for cultivation require money, so we need to change our business ideas."

In the innermost part of the antique street, there is a three-story building with antique decoration. A courtyard protrudes from the main door. Two red columns are integrated with the red eaves and green tiles. The hollow window lattice is beautiful but does not block the penetration of light. It is grand but not luxurious.

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There was a wooden plaque hanging above the door, with the running script font - Wenbaozhai. Yang Xiuwen walked in. Facing the door was a half-person-high wooden counter. Behind the counter was a rectangular Duobao Pavilion, where many porcelains were placed.

, ornaments.

There was a person behind the counter busy with something. When he saw Yang Xiuwen come in, he smiled and said, "It's Xiuwen. I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you free today? Your Uncle Zhou is upstairs."

The speaker is Zhang Li, who is in his fifties. He was a former cultural relics restorer at the Cultural Bureau. After his retirement, he was hired by Zhou Xingwen, the owner of Wenbaozhai. He is a kind-hearted person. Yang Xiuwen and Zhou Xingwen got to know each other because their names were similar.
Chapter completed!