Absolute Great Teacher

Chapter 26: His Old Home Was No More

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

It was the rainy season in Jinling City, causing the place to give off a rustic and elegant feeling.

Sun Mo took a stroll around the city. In this place, there was neither the forest of concrete nor the metal vehicles of his world. Instead, it was filled with alleys, maids in green clothes, and elegant-looking young ladies who took light steps into some shops that were selling make-up.

You could smell the fragrance of clay pot chicken or meat skewers and hear the occasional calls from generous customers who wanted the waiters to serve them wine.

Sun Mo bit on his vegetarian bun as he walked along the wet and slippery slated path. After passing past a tanghulu [1] seller who was lifting a carrying pole, he entered a bookshop called Reading Veranda.

As it was raining, there were very few customers in the shop. There was only an old man sitting on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely. Placed next to him was a cup of tea that had already turned cold.

The bookshop was very big, filled with tall and heavy bookshelves made from Chinese locust trees. Even with Sun Mo's tall stature, he would have to tiptoe to reach the books on the highest level of the bookshelves.

Sun Mo took a liking to this bookshop after taking a look around.

Everything was categorized and placed very neatly. The books could be loaned out, and it would only cost one copper coin per day.

Usually, books that were loaned out would have some stains or damage to them, but that wasn't the case for the books here. This meant that the owner took great care of the books and had solemnly given a warning to the people who loaned them.

Sun Mo didn't like to go out. Other than playing games, his other hobby was reading novels. Therefore, he felt very endearing to see a bookshop here.

There were folk stories, Chinese opera manuscripts, as well as poetries. There were different types of books here, but the one Sun Mo picked up was a novel.

[Nine Provinces Immortal Slaying Legend], written by Wild Mountain Old Man. There were over ten books in the series, and they filled up half the shelf. This should be a popular series in the Tang Country.

Sun Mo flipped through the book. The title sounded very domineering, and the plot was heavy. It wrote about the emotional entanglements in a sect, presented in an imposing style. It was no wonder that they could be displayed here.

In Middle-Earth, the literature was written in movable type printing. Therefore, knowledge still wasn't being disseminated widely, and only a minority of people were literate.

"Tsk, if they are of this standard, I can write my own novels."

Sun Mo took a few glances and put the book back.

"Why? Not satisfied?"

Sun Mo hadn't noticed when the old man had gotten up from the wooden chair and approached him. Seeing Sun Mo put back the [Nine Provinces Immortal Slaying Legend], he couldn't help but ask, "This is a popular book that took the entire Jinling by storm in the past year. Youngsters like to read it."

"Hehe!"

Sun Mo didn't say anything. This old man was clearly a fan of the book. If he were to say the wrong things, they might end up getting into a fight.

The old man carefully tidied the bookshelf that Sun Mo had browsed through and then sat back on the chair. About half an hour later. he saw Sun Mo coming back, holding onto the [Nine Provinces Immortal Slaying Legend]. He couldn't help but smile.