When Gu Dan walked into the Sutra Pavilion again, his feelings were completely different.
Thousands of books and bamboo slips stand silently on the bookshelves, with no end in sight.
The vast sea of books has written all the stories of princes and generals throughout the ages, and is filled with the blood and tears of the people. The legends of talented people and beautiful women are hidden in them, and the absurdities of the wild spirits also have lingering reverberations. Even though the gods are so high above them, some people still dare to splash ink. , leaving a beautiful chapter with just one stroke of the pen.
When walking among them, there is always a faint fragrance of ink lingering around you, like a glimpse of the colorful corner of the years that has been isolated for thousands of years, and a little smell permeates from it.
It's as quiet and silent as ever here.
What is slightly different from the past is that there is no longer an old man with gray beard and hair, lying lazily on the recliner, half-squinting his eyes, looking at everything around him casually but wantonly.
Walking among the sea of books, the soles of your feet will make a slight sound when they land on the ground, which makes it more peaceful.
In the palace, which is as deep as the sea and where power and desire are the most profound, everything seems to be isolated here, like a paradise.
Gu Dan seemed particularly silent.
In the silence, if you think about it carefully, the acquaintance between him and Mr. Ji was more of a misunderstanding.
Even before the two of them faced each other for the first time, Gu Dan was already well prepared for a fight.
It was nothing more than another style of beating the younger one before the older one - or so he thought at the time.
As a result, his first meeting with Mr. Ji brought him quite a surprise.
Standing tall at thirty, not being confused at forty, knowing the destiny at fifty, being attuned to your ears at sixty, and following your heart's desires at seventy without exceeding the rules - this is the state of a saint.
What about a martial arts master who is over a hundred years old?
The over 100-year-old martial arts master in the imperial palace no longer wanted to continue to strive for fame and fortune, nor did he expect the suppression and persecution.
After the two met, after just a few words, the topic had already turned to another matter.
Above the master, the realm of innateness.
That was his lifelong wish. In the face of this wish, all grudges and grudges could be left behind, and any differences between families and differences were no longer a problem.
Even if it is their first meeting, another martial arts master who should be hostile can be honest with each other.
This seems extremely reckless, but also extremely sincere.
Abandoning all complicated thoughts and interest entanglements, the seeker's mind is so sincere and impatient.
After that everything fell into place.
Mr. Ji took him to see his most precious collections, his own treasures that he had picked up from the depths of time.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Footsteps walked past the bookshelves and stopped in front of a room door.
The difference was that this time the wooden door was not locked, as if it had been prepared.
Gu Dan stretched out his hand and with a slight push, the wooden door opened in response.
The furnishings in the house are almost the same as before.
At a glance, Gu Dan saw the chamber pot that looked like a hairless tiger with its mouth wide open - this wretched thing was one of Mr. Ji's treasures.
In a daze, it seemed that an old man was talking excitedly in his ear.
'It took me nearly a hundred years to find these things one by one from the vast sea of classics and ancient artifacts! '
Gu Dan still remembers Mr. Ji's proud tone, as if he had accomplished something great and was excitedly seeking recognition, with a look of pride on his face that almost overflowed.
There seemed to be a blur in front of his eyes for a moment. Gu Dan subconsciously turned his head and looked to his side, waiting for an old man to talk about his discoveries and experiences with great interest and length.
Turning his head, there was no one beside him.
"Woo~"
The wind blew, and along with the sound of the wind, there was an elegant and long sound of musical instruments.
The voice was very quiet and empty, and there was a hint of loneliness in the lightness.
The windows of the hut were open, and the wind poured in through the open windows.
Gu Dan walked over and saw the playing instrument.
It was an ancient xun with ten holes, and there were some mottled and dim traces on it, like the whimpering of the soil.
The ten-hole ancient xun was placed quietly on the innermost shelf, with its opening facing the open window.
In this way, even if you are alone, when the wind blows in, it will feel like someone is accompanying you.
The wind blows over the mouth of the speaker, and a piece of music that is more ethereal and quiet than the mercury pouring out flows, like weeping, complaining, resentment, and admiration, as if someone is waving to each other in the long river of time separated by a long distance.
Ordinary musical instruments are unlikely to be able to play music if they are blown by the wind. I don’t know what is the mystery of this antique that Mr. Ji found somewhere. He didn’t have time to listen to Mr. Ji’s story at first. The story of an instrument.
These interests and hobbies that belong exclusively to Mr. Ji are sealed in the small room.
History is like this. After the last person who knows it well leaves, all onlookers will have expectations. They can only recall the origin of everything from a few words, copying the cat and drawing the tiger without knowing the truth.
Gu Dan looked at the window. A slight orange warm light penetrated from the window, covering these ancient artifacts with a gentle armor. The mottled marks became clearer and thicker under the orange sunlight. Like a bonfire that is still burning out.
His eyes followed the light and shadow and projected outward. Through the window, he could see that the warm light at dusk no longer had the strong and domineering light when it was scorching all things, showing a harmless posture for humans and animals.
Outside the window, there is the sunset that touches the clouds and smoke thousands of miles away, and it is far away, like a palace in the sky that is tangible but out of reach. The remaining light and shadow are the echoes outside the fairy palace that attract people's imagination.
Gu Dan didn't say anything for a long time, just stood there quietly.
The brilliance of the setting sun was slowly pouring in. I don't know when the breeze stopped, and the sound of the ten-hole ancient xun in the hut gradually disappeared, and everything sank into darkness.
There is no light tonight, dark clouds cover the moon.
When the darkness was completely enveloped, Gu Dan finally came back to his senses.
A little white light and green light shined through the darkness, and a pair of eyes as clear as water broke the silence of the darkness.
The darkness that ordinary people avoid is not a problem for martial arts masters, and it is even less for Gu Dan.
The light in his eyes made everything appear in his eyes, making it inevitable to avoid it.
Gu Dan's eyes wandered around the hut, and he saw an unsealed letter sitting there quietly in a book, waiting for someone to pick it up.
In the darkness, Gu Dan strolled forward, stretched out his hand, and gently picked up the letter that had been left here at an unknown time.
Pulling out the envelope hidden inside, the vigorous and powerful handwriting suddenly hit people's eyes.
"Gu Dan, when you read this letter, I will probably be dead."
(End of chapter)
