"The Journey"

1291 Lichun

Hangzhou

"I had a dream in which I became a sword, a sword that could not kill anyone." Marco Polo opened his blue nebula-like eyes, and from the light of his dreams he melted into time again.

"Ancient name Loulan...... Go to Yangguan for 1,600 miles...... The country is out of jade, and there are many reeds, hutong, and white grass...... There are donkeys and horses, and they can be soldiers ......" in front of the table, Marco Polo quickly flipped through the historical records and the Hanshu Western Regions Biography. A moment later he pulled out the Latin scroll of Isaiah and whispered, "No instrument made against you will be used......

It's the morning of the spring equinox, and the city of Hangzhou is cool and humid, like ink on mulberry paper.

The countless regions he has traveled can be pulled out like a puzzle at any time in Marco Polo's memory, and they are connected to a certain humidity in the real world at this moment. It is a kind of relationship between the individual and everything in heaven and earth, distributed in the east, west, north and south, and the microcosm is left in a person's memory, which is left in the paper.

Marco Polo closed the scroll, washed up casually, and then lifted the curtain. As usual, he walked through the Chinese carved corridor, through the thin passages of light and shadow divided by the columns of the rising sun, and entered the hall at the end of the corridor. A group of people went in and out packing all kinds of utensils, and the two family members rolled up the last Tang Dynasty calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, and the hall suddenly became empty and lonely.

Today is Marco Polo's last day in the city. Seventeen years later, he was finally able to leave home. His whole life has been exploring and letting go, and he always has a feeling that life is like a play for the heavens. No matter how gorgeous the play is, it will always be finished, but there is something more important than the play, which does not belong to this temporary world. So he has nothing to be reluctant to, there is more abundance, waiting for him to explore! His gaze passed through the window of the hall, and the golden cinnamon was fragrant outside, and the wild geese were flying south.

On this day, he took time out of his busy schedule several times to stand here, silently watching the scenery outside the window until the lights came on.

Carriages, sedan chairs and boats began to flow to Marco Polo's mansion. Outside the gate, the family hung a row of orange lanterns in the corridor. An entourage reported to Marco Polo: "Pingzhang and the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces have just arrived, but the personal guards who have been appointed by the Great Khan to protect the adults have not yet appeared, and this is the time to leave tomorrow morning......"

A burst of laughter from the garden of the mansion lifted Marco Polo after a busy day. He interrupted his attendant and slouched into the garden. The garden is Western-style for dinner, but the crowd is full of Chinese costumes and satin. Solitaire, dice, rice wine, wine, Suzhou and Hangzhou dim sum, Western pastries, harp, violin, zither and so on. As soon as the guests saw Marco Polo appear, the atmosphere instantly stirred.

While the garden was thunderous, four swordsmen were coming in the starry night on the outskirts of Hangzhou. Under a crescent moon, four majestic bodies were followed by a neat and exquisite team of horses, and dust was swept along the way.

The horse's hooves galloped through the lanes of the mountain gate and finally stopped outside Marco Polo's mansion. The swordsman Tianfeng, who was the leader, waved his hand to show a royal gold medal, and the family members quickly opened the door.

In the garden of the mansion, the entourage ran nervously to report: "My lord, the four guards of Qinci-"

Before the entourage could finish speaking, a group of guests had already gathered around Marco Polo while they were drinking, and surrounded him in the center.

Guest: "I have heard the good reputation of calligraphy of adults, can I leave a word on the occasion of parting?" ”

Marco Polo held a wine glass in one hand, waved a cursive pen like a rainbow in the other, and left his name in Italian at the end. While the crowd was stirring, the four swordsmen stepped into the garden on their own.

Although the four of them looked dusty, they were all majestic and majestic. The guests unconsciously made way for them to go straight. Completely ignoring the officials present, they walked up to Marco Polo and saluted solemnly. Heaven and Earth, the eldest of the four, said:

"The four great swordsmen of the King Kong Sword Sect, the four great swordsmen of wind, earth, water and fire, led the twenty-two swordsmen under his sect to escort the adults to set off by holy order!"

Marco Polo glanced at the world with a serious face, and his tone was slightly drunk: "The four adults arrived from the starry night in Dadu, and they worked hard along the way, and someone came - to serve wine!" ”

Several of the family members immediately cleaned up and served on the table. Heaven and Earth glanced at Tianfeng, the youngest of the four. Tianfeng has no intention of sitting.

Marco Polo thought in his heart, could it be that this young boy is the rumored head of the King Kong Sword Sect that shocked the government and the opposition?

Heaven and Earth: "My lord, tomorrow is about to set off, and the road is rugged and dangerous, you should rest as soon as possible!" ”

Marco Polo raised his glass, hooked his lips and smiled: "I have a purpose to drink, with the heart of Yanle guests, we should return with pleasure......"

Unfortunately, there was a hungry grunt sound from Tianhuo's belly, which was on the fat side of the four, and the other three stared at him speechlessly.

Marco Polo clapped his hands and shouted, "Hurry up and serve the food, and beckon the guards to take their seats!" ”

The crowd returned to its previous bustle. The four swordsmen sat alone at a table, and the family was refilling their wine. The guests sitting around Marco Polo chatted as they glanced at the four swordsmen.

Guest: "Your Excellency has collected a lot of treasures, don't take it lightly when you go south this time!" ”

Marco Polo: "Isn't this the emperor's personal four guards?" Afraid of what? ”

Wealthy businessman: "Ordinary green forest bandits are indeed not a problem, but not long ago, the state government received a secret report that the Ming Sect has unified the anti-Yuan forces in the south, and your lord's trip is very likely to become their target!" ”

Marco Polo smiled noncommittally.

Provincial Pingzhang: "I heard that the four guards are not small, and they lead the first sword faction in the Central Plains. This Vajra Sword Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and only the top masters in it can use the name of heaven, earth, water, fire, and wind. With the four of them here, adults will be able to turn evil into good fortune on this trip! ”

Hearing this, Marco Polo was in a good mood, and he raised his glass and cheered: "Come, this cup, respect my home, the luxurious heavenly city, Hangzhou!" ”