"oh?"
Gu Dan's face remained calm, but he couldn't help but feel curious in his heart.
Mr. Ji's words are so categorical, I'm afraid they are groundless, there must be a reason!
"follow me!"
Mr. Ji took Gu Dan all the way around, and finally came to a locked door.
Take out the key, open the iron lock, and push the wooden door.
Everything is revealed in the eyes.
The things hidden in the house are not much different from the outside world, but they look more complicated. In addition to books, there are also some broken ritual utensils.
There is a half-decayed bronze tripod, a simple bell with a yellowish color but half of it missing, a Ruyi that is bright red like blood, a crude clay figure that looks like it is made of mud, and a stone slab stained by water stains.
This is more like a museum than a library, with more messy things than books.
These things are not absent outside, on the contrary, they are far more complete and complete than here.
But when Mr. Ji stared at these dilapidated and seemingly identical collections, his eyes contained a trembling light, as if looking at rare treasures, full of pride.
"It took me nearly a hundred years to find these things one by one from a vast sea of various classics and ancient artifacts!"
Mr. Ji's tone was extremely proud, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary, or like a child showing off his treasure to his playmates, even his voice was trembling with excitement.
"Excuse my poor eyesight, what's the difference between these things?" Gu Dan has no accomplishments in literary and entertainment, so naturally he can't tell at a glance what's so special about Mr. Ji's beloved things.
He focused on the object closest to him. It looked like a tiger-like sculpture, but the tiger's mouth was wide open, and there was a handle above the body for people to lift.
Time has erased all the colors on this tiger sculpture and the patterns given to it by skilled craftsmen. The entire appearance is completely bare, with occasional traces of soil soaked into it.
When it comes to saying that it has been around for a long time, Gu Dan believes it, but where does the beauty of this thing come from?
Even a three-year-old child wouldn't be interested in this thing!
Just as he was about to pick it up and examine it carefully to see if he could discern pearls with his discerning eye, he suddenly heard a loud shout from Mr. Ji.
"do not move!"
The sudden loud shouting was completely caught off guard. The energy in Gu Dan's body almost appeared on its own due to stress, and he looked at Mr. Ji with incomprehensible eyes.
You brought me here to see it, but you still don’t allow me to touch it?
Then what do you show me?
"This thing is a little different."
Perhaps realizing that his reaction was too intense, Mr. Ji said apologetically: "And you probably don't want to touch it."
"Why?" Gu Dan was curious, could this thing still hurt a martial arts master?
Mr. Ji shrugged and said, "That's a chamber pot."
Gu Dan: "???"
Gu Dan looked at Mr. Ji with a completely incomprehensible look. It was hard to imagine what kind of mental state he was in, treating a chamber pot as a precious and important collection, and placing it openly and openly in his extremely cherished collection. in the room - and can still say it.
"The important thing is not what it once was, but what useful information can be traced through it. Besides, the person who uses it has probably become the soil under my feet long ago, so why care about a certain period of time that is not long? What is its mission here? Now, it is a priceless treasure!"
At this time, Ji Lao seemed to have become a philosopher. Under Gu Dan's puzzled eyes, Ji Lao carefully picked up the tiger-shaped chamber pot and pointed the bottom at Gu Dan, "What did you see?" ?”
Gu Dan's face was dark and he said in a bad tone: "I saw someone holding a chamber pot and pointing it at me!"
"I want you to read the words at the bottom!" Ji Lao gritted his teeth.
"oh?"
Gu Dan got a little closer, and with his excellent eyesight, it was not difficult to see the writing on the bottom of the tiger chamber pot. Although it was blurred, it was still vaguely legible, so he read out, "Daqian seven hundred and eighty-fourth year." , made by Yongan kiln.”
"That's right, that's right!!!"
Mr. Ji nodded excitedly and repeated, "Daqian 784, made in Yong'an kiln!"
He put down the chamber pot and asked repeatedly: "Before this, have you heard of Dagan? Have you heard of the 784-year dynasty? Have you heard of anything produced by Yong'an kiln?"
Gu Dan shook his head.
"That's right! You see, the history of our world is very long! Very long! The ancient books outside are just left by outstanding people over hundreds of years. But what about the ones that are farther away? Far away A history that cannot even be left in books, is it possible that it is completely blank? Could it be that we came to this world suddenly?"
Mr. Ji kept talking, and it was obvious that he had wanted to say these words for a long time. His tone was extremely exciting, with excitement and pride that could not be hidden.
Gu Dan looked at him quietly.
There are definitely not many people in this world who have the leisure, ability, and willingness to study these things, and it can even be said that they are very few.
For the vast majority of people in Otsuki, it is extremely difficult to have enough to eat. How can they have time to let their thoughts travel through hundreds or thousands of years to think about the traces of history? After much deliberation, can I have more dry wowotou in my hands?
Wealthier families cannot afford antiques, while those who can afford them will focus on officialdom.
He has probably been lonely for a long time and can't find anyone to talk to, so he has such a desire to talk. He is like an old kid who has discovered a shocking secret and finally found someone who can share his treasure, so he does not hesitate to speak. Desire for recognition.
"So, what did you track down?"
Gu Dan did not spoil his interest, but picked an appropriate time and asked.
"Isn't this enough?!"
Mr. Ji pointed at the chamber pot, "You know the words on it!!!"
Gu Dan was startled.
Suddenly, there was a trembling feeling that was difficult to describe in words, spreading throughout the whole body, and the consciousness beyond the physical body seemed to be suddenly awakened by a big stick, causing the soul to throb.
"Ha-you noticed it? Right! You felt it too!"
Mr. Ji looked at Gu Dan without blinking. When he saw his reaction, he clapped his hands excitedly, "The relics left by an unheard of dynasty have been buried in the ground for hundreds of thousands of years. We They actually use the same writing style!”
Writing is different from other things and must be properly inherited.
The same words placed in different periods may have completely different meanings, but no matter how they are changed, the people who use these words must endure the same inheritance.
"Looking at all countries, no matter where you go, the food and etiquette may be different, but the words are at least eighty-nine percent similar. Occasionally, there are a few people you don't recognize. If you ask a few questions, you will find out that they are written wrong! It’s Daqing, who is called Nanman, and the characters are almost the same as Da Yue!”
Mr. Ji spoke at a very fast speed, "But don't forget. Even in Yuzhou, known as the Central Plains, it would take more than ten days for the news to reach the imperial capital. The farthest Yuzhou would even take more than a month. Time! And whether it’s Da Qing, Da Viet, Da Yong, Da Qi, or any other country you can find, they all use the same writing style!
Dare I ask, who in this world has ever occupied such a large territory, occupied the real world, and stored words and other things all over the world, so that no matter how far you go, you can still see familiar things? "
At this time, he was like a historian, researching a behemoth that he had never met before, but had an extremely profound impact on the real world.
Even though that behemoth has disappeared, the legacy it left behind is still affecting the world all the time, becoming a tool for them to record everything.
The years have worn away the marks of the past, but they cannot erase the inheritance from generation to generation.
Time has no trace, mountains and rivers have sound!
"A country that can control such a large territory and have such far-reaching influence must have some way to maintain communication and rule that we don't know! Otherwise, it will inevitably fall apart. How can the same writing be preserved to this day?"
Mr. Ji raised his head and looked at the roof, as if he had passed through the long river of time, overlooking the vast world in a small room, "It's a pity that I can't find it. It is obviously hidden in every aspect." Among them, people are vaguely aware of it, but they are completely unable to shake it, and they can only say nothing!"
At this time, he seemed to have become a poet again, sighing and full of sadness.
After listening for a long time, Gu Dan finally couldn't help but asked: "What do these things have to do with the realm above the master you want to say?"
"Of course!"
Staring at Gu Dan with dissatisfaction, Ji Lao pointed at various things placed in the room and said seriously: "These things prove that in a certain period of time that cannot be found, there must be something beyond our imagination." As a martial arts master, there are few things in the world that can shake you, don't you want to explore the secrets of the world?"
Gu Dan understood somewhat.
Mr. Ji himself is a martial arts master, and he is a martial arts master who has lived for nearly a hundred years.
If he wanted to, it would be easy to obtain prosperity and wealth in the worldly sense.
But those things have lost their appeal to him. To put it simply, everything in the so-called mundane world no longer means much to a martial arts master.
Even if the country is in ruins, the martial arts master can still live a good life, and no one will think of taking the initiative to provoke him.
Of course, higher-level pursuits will be right in front of you.
But here comes the problem, martial arts master is already the limit, what is higher?
After reaching this state, wait for death in peace! Your life is over!
Maybe one or two years, or even ten years, is nothing, but after all the trivial matters in the world have been experienced, the martial arts master has to find something to do for himself instead of waiting for death quietly.
To take care of yourself until old age? That is something that ordinary people can only hope for.
For a martial arts master who pursues the ultimate and has gone through great suffering and torture, it is simply impossible to wait quietly for death!
"You are still too young, and you have not yet experienced the sense of change, the helplessness of having no way forward, and the inability to find a way out. You have only experienced the decline of energy and blood day by day, which tortures people to a state of near madness. In your opinion, I It seems to be a fantasy, but when you live a few more decades and live to my age, you will understand."
Mr. Ji looked at Gu Dan with envy in his eyes, envious of his youth, but more of it was pity, pity that he would also experience everything he had experienced.
Old friends grow old, lovers die, Qi and blood decay, everything is moving away from me, even myself!
At that time, if you don’t have something to support yourself, what’s the point?
I chose to explore the way forward.
Mo Qiu chose the right path to correct the danger.
The Huang Dynasty chose to reshape the mountains and rivers.
The leader of the White Lotus Sect has chosen. Oh, he has no choice. The White Lotus Sect has been rebelling, it is an old tradition.
All in all, every martial arts master has already stood at the pinnacle of the world, and must find something to do for himself in the remaining time.
But now he met such a young martial arts master, so young that he had not even had time to choose the direction of his future efforts.
That's why he wanted to take Gu Dan as his disciple and inherit his ideas.
Although it sounds strange for a martial arts master to take another martial arts master as his disciple, why not?
The torch of the predecessors will eventually be handed over to the hands of future generations. It does not have to be material, it can also be spiritual!
Just like a behemoth hidden in this small house that has left enough traces but can no longer be touched, its past history has become the nourishment of countless countries today and is still being passed down from generation to generation.
Mr. Ji wanted to hand over everything he had explored to this young man whom he had just met for the first time today.
This seems a bit reckless, but it is also honest enough.
He showed his discoveries and inner expectations with a proud attitude, and expected Gu Dan to understand.
When a person's vision transcends the small world around him, ambition will grow unstoppably.
He brought Gu Dan to view the treasures that had traveled through the years, hoping that Gu Dan could feel the secrets hidden in the vast world that were more precious than any treasure.
Something that is enough for a martial arts master to devote his entire life to exploring!
"Although I am quite interested in what you said."
Gu Dan considered his words carefully, not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm. He was as excited as a child, but he was clearly an old man on the verge of death. "But why is it that someone who is above martial arts cannot be an immortal? Spiritual stones will fall from the sky. Come on, why are you still pursuing the illusory path of innateness? Instead of thinking about becoming an immortal?"
Mr. Ji tilted his head and laughed, "You want to cultivate immortality? Sure, there is no conflict! But while you are trying to cultivate immortality, can you try the realm above the master? I really want to know , even if you burn it for me after you die!"
(End of chapter)
