Chapter 144 Historical Records Begins Chapter 1

The post-modern style of decoration may not be understood by the Sima Qian.

The large clearing was overgrown with grass, and even the cracks in the rocks were covered with leafy grass, which made the house look very desolate.

The big grasshopper with long fingers jumped in the grass, and the crickets sang in the cracks of the stones, such wild fun seemed to them that it would be a waste not to raise a few chickens, and there was no beauty in seeing an old plum tree blooming through the window.

When Yun Lang built this mountain residence, he had imagined what a beautiful woman that old plum would turn into.

In order to facilitate the transformation of Lao Mei and achieve the most beautiful picture in the hearts of scholars, this mountain residence is full of tranquility.

Now, after being tossed by Sima Qian and his wife, it seems to be very life-like.

The last time I entered Sima Qian's house, it was full of slips, and this time I walked in and found that except for the study, I couldn't see anything like slips, books and the like anywhere, on the contrary, there was a pair of crane's beak lamps that were wiped with bright light, and in the dark room, you could see it at a glance.

Matching it was the same clean floor, with a flat blanket spread on the floor and a round futon on it, and there was nothing on the long table except for the teacups and teapots, if it weren't for the big red silk with tassels on the table, Yun Lang would have thought it was not bad.

The bamboo basket next to the table is filled with embroidery patterns, and the other basket is also filled with colorful silk threads.

This is clearly the woman's domain.

Seeing that Yun Lang was frowning, Sima Qian said with a dry smile: "She likes it!" ”

The reason for this is very strong......

It was not good for the two men to sit in the woman's territory, and Yun Lang insisted on going to Sima Qian's study.

When you enter the study, it immediately becomes another world, sitting in front of the window and seeing the pine forest nearby, and you can also see the milky white clouds rolling between the Lishan valley in the distance.

"The cloud has no intention of going out, and the bird is tired of flying and knows how to return. Jing Phong will enter, caress the lonely pine and coil.

Brother Sima, this is my intention to build this mountain dwelling. ”

Sima Qian poured a cup of tea for Yun Lang, pointed to the study and said, "This is my world, as for the outside, it is my wife's." ”

Yun Lang looked at the slips that had been piled up to the roof, and sighed: "If you want to use paper instead of slips, you have a long way to go." ”

Sima Qian smiled: "After I finish writing my book, I can use it to light a fire to keep warm." ”

"So confident?"

"Without faith, what book can I write? Although there are a lot of Jane Mu here, however, the really useful two or three out of ten are just two or three, more of them are the absurd words of the dreams of the predecessors, the theory of ghosts and gods occupies half of Thailand, eat white stones, drink grass dew, and medicinal stones, swallow gold pills to get immortality, can face the East China Sea and twilight, Brother Yun can believe these? ”

Yun Lang shook his head and said, "I only hope to live to be a hundred years old, this is my greatest hope, I can't do it any more." ”

"Your Yun clan is a doctor, aren't you going to give yourself and a few life-prolonging pills to eat?"

"There is such a thing, naturally it will not be let go, the question is no!"

"I have a lot of Dan recipes here, why don't you try them?"

"Okay, bring the prescription, I only promise to help you and the medicine in strict accordance with the pill, whether you will die because of taking the pill or not is none of my business."

Sima Qian looked at Yun Lang for a long time, confirmed that this person didn't mean to joke, and nodded: "So in your Northwest Institute of Technology, there is no record of the elixir to continue life?" ”

Yun Lang shook his head resolutely and said, "I'm very sure, no!" ”

"Why not? Confucianism doesn't talk about it because they want to cultivate Haoran righteousness, pretending not to want to, Taoist qi refiners have already fallen into demons for this, Yin and Yang, Xuanji and other mountain gates hope to find the blessed land of the cave, and then with the help of heaven and earth treasures to obtain immortality, for this has traversed the mountains.

Your Northwest Institute of Technology is the most mysterious mountain gate in the world, why are you not interested in this, don't the elders in your mountain gate give birth to white clouds and dogs, and life is like a white horse passing through a gap? ”

"Yes, one of my senior brothers once shouted before he died that he wanted to borrow another 500 years of life from heaven."

"The result?"

"When the screaming is over, he dies."

"Regrets?"

"It's a pity that if my senior brother hadn't died, maybe he would have been able to get a glimpse of the mysteries of heaven and earth and make some shocking learning.

As a result, he died, and there was nothing left.

What do these things do, you ask? Do you already feel like you're running out of time? ”

Sima Qian pointed to the paper on the table and motioned for Yun Lang to take a look.

Yun Lang picked it up and whispered: "The Yellow Emperor, the son of Shaodian, surnamed Gongsun, is called Xuanyuan." Born as a god, weak and able to speak, young and neat, long and sensitive, mature and intelligent.

…… To the east is the sea, Mount Maru, and Daizong. As for the empty tung in the west, climb the head of the chicken. As for the river in the south, Dengxiong and Hunan are climbed. The meat porridge in the north is in line with Busan, and the city is in Zhuolu. Migration to and from impermanence, with divisions and soldiers as battalion guards. The official names are all based on cloud life, and they are cloud masters. Put the right and left great prisons, and put them in prison for all nations. All nations are harmonious, and the ghosts, gods, mountains and rivers seal Zen and are many. Won Baoding, welcome the sun......

The Yellow Emperor lived in Xuanyuan Hill, and married the daughter of Xiling, who was the ancestor. The ancestor was the concubine of the Yellow Emperor, gave birth to two sons, and then there was the world: one of them was called Xuanhuan, which was for Qingyang, and Qingyang descended to the river; The second is Changyi, descending to the water. Changyi married the daughter of the Shushan clan, said Chang servant, gave birth to Gaoyang, and Gaoyang has holy virtue. The Yellow Emperor collapsed, buried in Bridge Mountain! ”

This passage Yun Lang is very familiar with, and when he read the Five Emperors in later generations, the Yellow Emperor was the first one.

"It's very well written, I didn't find any problems!"

"Look at the last six words!"

"The Yellow Emperor collapsed, buried in Bridge Mountain! No problem! ”

Sima Qian stood up and angrily pointed at Jian Mu behind him and roared: "But there are countless stupid pigs here who think that the Yellow Emperor did not die, but became an immortal in Kongtong...... Or with the help of the plain girl, the maid Chiji!

There are also some stupid pigs who say that the Yellow Emperor was in Qiaoshan when he was one hundred and fifty-seven years old, and in order to welcome the chiefs of various tribes, he cast the Kyushu Ding with the copper of the world, and prepared to use this big Ding to cook meat.

As a result, at this time, a yellow dragon descended from the sky, carrying the Yellow Emperor and his concubines, and more than 70 ministers and attendants ascended to heaven.

By the time the chieftains arrived, Qiaoshan was empty.

Oh my God, how does this look like a murder ......"

Yun Lang suddenly realized, looked at Sima Qian with a smile and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Su Wen" and "Su Nu Jing" are my doctor's treasures, undoubted! “

Sima Qian looked at Yun Lang like an idiot and said, "Do you think you can control a hundred girls at night?" ”

Yun Lang shook his head in fear and said, "No!" ”

Sima Qian's face softened, and he pointed at himself and said, "I can't do it either!" But it is clearly written in "Zhuangzi" that the Yellow Emperor has 3,000 maidens, and the sun is soaring! Listen, this is even more creepy than what is recorded in "Su Wen". ”

Yun Lang imagined in his mind the grand scene of three thousand women pouting their butts and waiting for the Yellow Emperor to be lucky, shook his head again, drove this picture out of his mind, looked at Sima Qian and said, "How are you going to write?" The Yellow Emperor is not an immortal, but dies of old age, or is murdered, which is not a very attractive answer. ”

Sima Qian leaned on the table, supported his chin with both hands, and said sadly: "Our Majesty likes the answer that the royal maid is three thousand and then soars, and the classics in Taixue have included "Zhuangzi" in the list of required reading.

I don't want to write such a ridiculous answer, I can only write about the collapse of the Yellow Emperor and the burial of Qiaoshan! ”

Yun Lang shrugged his shoulders and said, "That means that it is impossible for your "Taishi Gongji" to win the favor of His Majesty at the beginning.

The road will be even more difficult to follow in the future. ”

Sima Qian sighed and said: "The period of the Yellow Emperor is too far away, but there are many records and fabricators.

I have no way to confirm these legends, I can only choose the most likely outcome, which may not be accurate, but it is the ultimate that my Sima Qian can do.

Yunhou, I'm not going to change it, so be it, the Yellow Emperor died in Qiaoshan and was buried in Qiaoshan. ”

After speaking, Sima Qian was immersed in boundless sorrow, and the first article of the book was very unrigorous, which made him very sad.

Yun Lang comforted him and said, "Why don't you go to Yanglingyi and find a hundred singers to try, maybe you are talented!" ”

Sima Qian shook his head and said, "Impossible, in that case, I estimate that I will die, not become an immortal."

That's something that people can't do. “

"I'll pay!"

"Get out—"

The Yun clan's guest secretary is so rude.

Yun Lang, who was kicked out, was in a much better mood for some reason, listening to the gentle birdsong on the pine trees, and feeling comfortable.

As long as everyone in this world has troubles, he doesn't feel that he is the only one who is pitiful.

There are many ways to get in touch with troubles, and meeting someone who is more troubled than you is undoubtedly the best way to relieve your troubles.