Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 149
When Gu Dan strolled into the Sutra Pavilion again, his feelings were quite different.

Thousands of books and bamboo slips stand silently on the bookshelves, with no end in sight.

In the vast sea of ​​books, all the ancient stories of princes and generals are written, and the blood and tears of the people are engraved. The legends of gifted scholars and beautiful women are hidden in it, and the absurdity of mountain and wild spirits also leaves a lingering sound. Even the high gods, some people still dare to splash ink , A swipe of a pen leaves a beautiful chapter.

Walking in it, there is always a faint fragrance of ink lingering around, like the colorful corner of the years that has been isolated for thousands of years, and a little taste seeps out of it.

It was as quiet and silent here as ever.

A little different from the past, there will no longer be an old man with gray beard and hair, lazily lying on the recliner, half-closed his dull eyes, looking at everything around him casually but presumptuously.

Walking among the sea of ​​books, when the soles of the feet land on the ground, there will be some subtle sounds, but it is more quiet.

In the palace, as deep as the sea, where power and desire are the deepest, everything seems to be isolated here, like a paradise.

Gu Dan seemed extraordinarily silent.

In the silence, thinking about it carefully, the acquaintance between him and Ji Lao was more of a misunderstanding.

Even before the two faced each other for the first time, Gu Dan was already prepared for a big fight.

It's nothing more than another style of beating the young to the old - that's what he thought at the time.

As a result, the first meeting with Ji Lao brought him quite a surprise.

Standing at thirty, not confused at forty, knowing the destiny at fifty, listening to one's ears at sixty, following one's heart's desires and not overstepping the rules at seventy-this is the state of a saint.

What about a martial arts master who is over a hundred years old?

The martial arts master who was over a hundred years old in the palace no longer had the desire to continue to fight for fame and fortune, nor did he have the expected suppression and persecution.

After the two met, with just a few words, the topic turned to another matter.

Above the master, the innate realm.

That was his lifelong wish. In front of this wish, all the kindness and hatred can be left behind, and any differences in family views and closeness are no longer a problem.

Even if it is the first meeting, another martial arts master who should be hostile can be honest with each other.

This seems extraordinarily reckless, but extraordinarily sincere.

Abandoning all the complicated thoughts and interest entanglements, the seeker's mind is so sincere, and he can't wait.

After that, everything will be a matter of course.

Ji Lao took him to look at his precious collection, those treasures that he had picked up from the depths of the years and belonged to him.

"Tread, step, step."

Footsteps walked past the bookshelves and stood in front of a room door.

The difference is that this time the wooden door was not locked, as if it had been prepared long ago.

Gu Dan stretched out his hand, and with a slight force, the wooden door opened in response.

The furnishings in the house are almost the same as before.

Gu Dan saw the chamber pot shaped like a hairless tiger with its mouth wide open at a glance - this broken thing is still one of Ji Lao's treasures.

In a trance, there seemed to be an old man talking excitedly in his ear.

'I spent nearly a hundred years finding 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 some great event, he was excitedly seeking approval, and the complacency on his face was almost overflowing.

There seemed to be a momentary blur in front of his eyes, Gu Dan subconsciously turned his head to look at his side, waiting for an old man to tell his discoveries and knowledge with great interest.

Turning his head away, there was no one beside him.

"Woo~"

There was a wind blowing, and along with the sound of the wind, there was an elegant and long sound of musical instruments playing.

The voice was very quiet and empty, and there was a bit of loneliness in the briskness.

The windows of the hut are open, and the wind is pouring in through the open windows.

Gu Dan walked over and saw the playing musical instrument.

It was an ancient xun with ten holes, and there were still some mottled and faint yellow traces on it, like the sobbing of soil.

The ten-hole ancient xun was quietly placed in the innermost part of the shelf, with the opening pointing at the open window.

In this way, even when you are alone, when the wind blows in, it seems that someone is accompanying you.

When the wind blows through the sound outlet, a movement that is more ethereal and quieter than mercury pouring down the ground flows, like weeping and complaining, like resentment and admiration, as if someone is waving at each other in the long river of time that has been separated for a long time.

Ordinary musical instruments probably cannot play music when blown by the wind. I don’t know what is so mysterious about this antique that Mr. Ji found out from somewhere. He didn’t have time to listen to Mr. Ji’s story about it. The story of an instrument.

These hobbies and hobbies that belonged exclusively to Ji Lao were all sealed up in the small room.

History is like this, when the last person who knows it well has left, all bystanders will have something to look forward to, and they can only recall the origin of everything from a few words, and they don't know what's going on.

Gu Dan looked at the window, a little warm orange light permeated through the window, covering these ancient utensils with a layer of gentle armor, and the mottled traces became clearer and thicker under the orange sunlight. Like a bonfire that is still burning.

His eyes followed the light and shadow projected outwards, and he could see through the window that the warm light at sunset no longer had the strong and domineering intensity when it was scorching everything, showing a harmless posture for humans and animals.

Outside the window, there is a sunset glowing thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, and they are far away, like a palace in the sky that can be touched but not touched.

Gu Dan didn't speak for a long time, just stood there quietly.

The brilliance of the setting sun was pouring down slowly, 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 the darkness.

There is no light tonight, dark clouds cover the moon.

When the darkness completely enveloped him, Gu Dan finally came to his senses.

A little white light and azure glow appeared in the darkness, and a pair of eyes as clear as water broke the silence of the darkness.

The darkness that ordinary people can't avoid is not a problem for martial arts masters, let alone Gu Dan.

The light in his eyes made everything appear in his eyes clearly, and it was unavoidable.

Gu Dan's eyes circled around the hut, and he saw an unsealed letter on a book, quietly staying there, waiting for someone to pick it up.

In the darkness, Gu Dan strolled over, stretched out his hand, and gently picked up the letter that was left here at some unknown time.

Pulling out the envelope hidden inside, the vigorous handwriting suddenly hits people's eyes.

"Gu Dan, when you read this letter, I'm probably dead."

(End of this chapter)