When Gu Dan walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, his feelings were very different.

Thousands of books and bamboo slips stand quietly on the shelves, and there is no end in sight.

In the vast sea of books, all the princes and generals have been written, engraved with folk blood and tears, the legend of talented and beautiful women is hidden in it, and the absurdity of the mountain and wild spirits also has an aftermath.

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

It was as quiet and silent as ever.

What is slightly different from the past is that there will no longer be an old man with gray hair, lazily lying on a chaise longue, half-squinting his blank eyes, casually but presumptuously looking at everything around him.

Walking among the sea of books, the soles of the feet fall on the ground, making a slight sound, but it is more quiet.

In the palace where power and desire are the deepest, it seems to isolate everything, like a paradise.

Gu Dan was extraordinarily silent.

In the silence, thinking about it carefully, his acquaintance with Ji Lao was more of a misunderstanding.

Even before the two of them faced each other for the first time, Gu Dan was already the best prepared to fight.

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

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

Thirty and standing, forty and not confused, fifty and knowing the destiny of heaven, sixty and obedient, seventy and doing what the heart wants, not exceeding the rules - this is the realm of a saint.

What about a martial arts master who is over 100 years old?

The martial arts master who was more than 100 years old in the palace no longer had the heart to continue to compete for fame and fortune, nor did he have the expected suppression and persecution.

After the two met, after only a few words, the conversation had moved on to something else.

Above the grandmaster, the innate realm.

That is his lifelong wish, in the face of this wish, all grievances and grievances can be left behind, and it is no longer a problem to see what is different from each other.

Even if it was the first time they met, another martial arts master who should have been hostile could meet each other frankly.

This seems extraordinarily reckless, but also extraordinarily sincere.

Abandoning all the complicated thoughts and entanglements of interests, the seeker's mind is so sincere and impatient.

After that, everything fell into place.

Ji Lao took him to see his precious collections, those treasures that belonged to him that were picked up from the depths of the years.

"Tread, tread, tread."

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

The difference is that this time the wooden door is not locked, as if it has been prepared for a long time.

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

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

At a glance, Gu Dan saw the night pot shaped like a hairless tiger with the tiger's mouth wide open - 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 ears.

These things have been found by me one by one in the vast sea of classics and artifacts that I have spent nearly a hundred years! ’

Gu Dan still remembers Ji Lao's proud tone, as if he had done something great, excitedly seeking recognition, and the smug look on his face almost overflowed.

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

Turning his head, there was no one beside him.

"Woo~"

The wind was blowing, and along with the sound of the wind, there was the sound of an elegant and long musical instrument.

The voice was quiet and empty, and there was a sense 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 musical instrument that was playing.

It was a ten-hole ancient xun, and there were still some mottled and dim traces on it, like the whimper of earth.

The ten-hole Guxun was quietly placed in the innermost part of the shelf, and the mouth was aimed at the open window.

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

When the wind blows through the sound mouth, it flows out a more ethereal and quiet music than the mercury pool, such as crying and complaining, like resentment and admiration, as if someone is waving at each other in the long river of distant years.

Ordinary musical instruments probably can't be blown by the wind to play music, this antique that was found by Ji Lao from nowhere I don't know what the mystery is, he didn't have time to listen to Ji Lao tell the story of this instrument.

These hobbies that belong to Ji Lao are all sealed in a small room.

History is like this, when the last person who knows it well leaves, all the onlookers after that have something to look forward to, and can only recall the origin of everything from a few words, and do not know what it is.

Gu Dan looked at the window, a slight orange warm light seeped through the window, covering these ancient artifacts with a layer of gentle armor, and the mottled traces became clearer and thicker in the orange sunlight, like a bonfire that had not yet burned.

The eyes are projected outward along the light and shadow, and through the window, you can see that the warm light at dusk has lost the strong domineering of the blazing everything, showing a harmless posture of humans and animals.

Outside the window, there is a sunset dyed with clouds and smoke, and it is separated from each other in a very distant place, like an untouchable heavenly palace, and the remaining bits and pieces of afterglow light and shadow are the echoes of the reverie outside the fairy gate.

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

The light of the setting sun was pouring slowly, and I don't know when the breeze stopped, and the sound of the ten-hole Guxun in the hut gradually faded away, and everything sank into darkness.

There is no light tonight, and 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 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, and even less for Gu Dan.

The light in his eyes made everything appear in his eyes, and there was no way to avoid it.

Gu Dan's eyes wandered around the hut, and he saw an unsealed letter in a book, 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 had been left here for some time.

Pulling out the envelope hidden inside, the vigorous handwriting slammed into people's eyes.

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

(End of chapter)