A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Gu Qing struggled to climb onto the boat. He never expected that there would be seagoing ships these days. The wooden deck creaked when he stepped on it, and it was about to collapse at any time. When he entered the cabin, Gu Qing was startled by several skeletons. The clothes don't look like people from Wa country, but people from West Asia.

I remember that the diplomacy of the Tang Dynasty was still very good. Although the sea trade was not good, the Silk Road to West Asia was always very good, but sea ships were really rare. Where did this sea ship come from? This is Gu Qing’s biggest problem. Confused, it is strange that this is not a sailing ship without a mast. Thinking about it, there has been a history of sailing ships since the Qin Dynasty, so it is concluded that this sea ship is definitely not from the Central Plains.

Going down the cabin, Gu Qing found an oil lamp and a picture in the warehouse on the bottom floor.

Blowing away the dust, Gu Qing looked at the drawings. The traces on the map were blurred. He saw that a sign was drawn on the South China Sea. Looking down, the animal skin drawings were rotten and unrecognizable at all. It came from the west. ?Gu Qing guesses what Westerners are doing in this era?

The text on the drawing looks like Arabic text, but not Western text.

Don't think about it, Gu Qing rummaged through the ship like a treasure hunt, knocking over a broken wooden box Gu Qing's eyes lit up, this is not a potato, it turned out to be a potato!

Shouldn't this thing be brought out of South America by Colombia?Now this thing has flowed out?Regardless of whether it was a coincidence or some reason, Gu Qing hid the sprouted potato in his backpack, searched the whole boat for a long time, but did not find the second potato.

Climbing out of the wrecked boat, he saw a fisherman. Gu Qing went up to ask and found out that the wrecked boat floated with the ocean current. When the wrecked boat floated, no living people were found, so it has been rotting here.

Enthusiastic fishermen gave Gu Qing two live sea crabs, which were as big as an adult's face. He accepted the crabs with a smile and Gu Qing went back to his master. The old man was observing some rotten kelp floating on the beach.

"Old man, we have crabs to eat today." Gu Qing raised both hands, holding a big crab in one hand.

The master and apprentice set up a crude grass reed by the sea, borrowed a pot from a nearby villager, and started cooking crabs. Gu Qing continued to read a medical book by the light of the fire. "Master, what word is this?"

Sun Simiao glanced at it and said: "This word is osmanthus, the osmanthus of osmanthus."

"Oh." Gu Qing continued to read medical books. The life of the ancients was too boring. In the past few years, he had to read medical books to live. Whenever he went to a place, Gu Qing would always buy a few medical books to read, but people in the Tang Dynasty basically still used medical books. Bamboo slips and paper are still exclusive to nobles.

The sea breeze is very comfortable, making people sleepy unconsciously. He yawned and looked back to see that the old man was already lying down. I don't know how old Sun Simiao is. He is still so strong at such an age.

"Let's go back to Chang'an tomorrow." Sun Simiao said while lying still.

Gu Qingchang sighed. It was a long way from Donghai to Chang'an. He opened the backpack and checked it. The three pistols were dismantled into parts and wrapped in hay and oiled paper. They were well preserved. From here to Chang'an, you have to go through a lot In these years of wandering with Master, Gu Qing has also experienced the power of those beasts.

When I killed a leopard with a pistol, Sun Simiao was so frightened that he didn't even recognize his apprentice. He was very afraid of the pistol in Gu Qing's hand, and even killed a leopard, let alone a human.

Gu Qing has always explained that the pistol is a very powerful hidden weapon.

The pistol was reassembled, loaded with bullets and started to be used for self-defense tomorrow. Looking at the starry sky for an unknown period of time, Gu Qing said: "Old man, when I become developed in the future, I will definitely build you a very large Taoist temple. Grab a few more masters and spoil them for your old man every day."

Snapped!

An old straw sandal hit Gu Qing very precisely on the back of the head.

At dawn, the beggar-like master and apprentice bid farewell to the villagers by the sea. Gu Qing learned from the pain and used his stainless steel folding scissors to bargain for a donkey cart.

Under the rising sun, the donkey dragged the master and apprentice slowly on the road.

Enjoying the leisure, Gu Qing waved his whip, "The mountain road here has eighteen bends, and the waterway here has nine links."

"Stinky boy, what are you whining about!" Sun Simiao didn't look good on Gu Qing, who was deaf, and hummed a mountain tune to himself.

The old man hummed for a while, and Gu Qingyou sang again, "Sister, sit on the bow of the boat..."

One big and one small, each humming their own songs along the way, very disharmonious, and the style of painting is extremely weird.

Chapter 6 The Stele

After the two masters and apprentices left, a stone tablet was erected beside the grass reed where they lived. The illiterate fishermen were not very interested in this stone tablet. When I came to the beach for a walk, I saw this stone tablet.

Looking carefully at the very ugly handwriting, you can recognize that it is a poem. Looking at it, read: "Golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars. You can't eat when you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks. Draw your sword and look around. At a loss, if you want to cross the Yellow River, the river is blocked by ice, and you will climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow."

After reading the first half of the poem, the county magistrate was unable to speak for a long time, the words were so sharp, but there was a feeling of loneliness revealed between the lines.

Looking at the lower part, the county magistrate blurted out: "When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly returned to the boat and dreamed of the sun. The road is difficult! The road is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where is it now? There will be long winds and waves, and there will be clouds hanging straight Sail the sea!"

The whole story is about my lonely situation, but the second half tells about the ambition of hanging on the clouds and sailing to help the sea. Xian Cheng read it several times and the more excited he was, the more he felt that such a perfect poem had no title, and he felt annoyed. I saw the small inscription under the stele: Xiaosheng Gu Qing came here for a visit!

Gu Qing?After several inquiries, the county magistrate found out that Sun Simiao's master and apprentice had lived here, and he shouted in his heart that the Great Tang Dynasty was about to produce a great poet!How could the county magistrate who wanted to report to the Tang Dynasty let such a person be buried? Knowing that the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty likes poetry and prose, he hurriedly wrote a memorial and sent it to Chang'an eight hundred miles away.

A month later... Gu Qing stopped the donkey cart and thought about going to a place to write a poem and leave his name!Presumably after a thousand years, he will be famous, and the beauty can't help bubbling in his heart.

"You silly kid!" Sun Simiao scolded, "It's going to rain soon, why don't you go in and hide from the rain?"

Gu Qing hurriedly unloaded the donkey cart and led the donkey into the pavilion. The heavy rain suddenly fell and thunder rumbled. Sun Simiao looked at the rain scene and said, "This summer has a lot of rain."

Gu Qing sat leisurely in the booth, took out his mobile phone and listened to music with headphones on.

The thunderstorm stopped in less than half an hour, and Gu Qing stretched his waist, "Master, where are we?"

"Tongguan is ahead." Sun Simiao said.

After the dark clouds dissipated and dusk fell on the western mountain, Sun Simiao said, "Let's rest here tonight."

"Okay." Gu Qing nodded, walked out of the small pavilion to a small river and stood barefoot on the shoal, reached out and grabbed a slow-moving river crucian carp, threw it into the bamboo bamboo, took off his clothes, jumped into the river to take a bath, and walked ashore again. There is another big grass carp in it. .

"Master, eat grilled fish tonight!"

Sun Simiao listened to his words, and recently became more and more satisfied with this apprentice's cooking skills.

Gu Qing built a bonfire with stones. Turning wood to make fire has been mastered for a long time. Just after the rain, Gu Qing found some relatively dry weeds and lit a fire to emit a burst of choking smoke.

After the fish was killed, it was grilled on the fire, and two big white radishes were pulled out in the wild, washed and broken, and eaten raw.

The master and the apprentice were eating grilled fish leisurely. It was already night when fireflies were flying everywhere. Gu Qing gnawed on a radish and saw a lonely grave in the distance. I have come to worship, and the epitaph reads the tomb of my deceased husband xxx.

Gu Qing found an unburned family letter, picked it up and took a look, although only a small piece was left with the word "death in battle" on it.

"A few years ago, there were wars everywhere." Sun Simiao also approached and sighed, "Emperors and generals galloped all over the world, pitiful ordinary people."

Gu Qing had never experienced war, and had never experienced that kind of pain in a peaceful age. Her husband died in battle, so she couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic. She took out a broken hammer, found a big rock, and chiseled it.

"Are you going to write poetry again?" Sun Simiao had seen the poems written by his apprentice before, and he was really good at writing.

"Master, do you think emperors and generals are hateful?" Gu Qing chiseled the stone vigorously.

"Li Shimin asked me to stay in Chang'an over and over again, and I refused to give me an official position." Sun Simiao said: "Emperors and generals are also human beings. In the end, I still pity the people of the world."

"Master, I think it's good to be an official, at least you don't have to wander around like this." Gu Qing slammed down hard again, his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

"You can be an official, but I am too old to be a teacher. What use are those common names to me?" Sun Simiao said.

Gu Qing put down the hammer and panted, "Master, you think highly of me, I don't know how to be an official."

"There are some things that you have experienced too much, but you will too." Sun Simiao said with sincerity, at least he likes to observe the mind of Gu Qing, an apprentice, over the years.

The crooked stele was chiseled out, and Gu Qing smashed it hard into the soil with a hammer and began to carve characters.

At dawn on the second day, the two masters and apprentices left here. There is a stone stele next to the solitary grave, engraved with jerky handwriting: Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it.Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation.Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost.

You Meng suddenly returned home in the night.Xiaoxuan window is dressing up.There is nothing but tears.Expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka.