Craftsman: I continue to learn for the sake of the saints

Chapter 148
After holding this apprentice banquet, Qin Luo's trip finally came to a close.

In all fairness, it is still very satisfying.

There is a feeling that when you first come out of the arena, you will become famous.

At least, in the circle of jade carving, he is now number one.

Although it is still not as good as those old seniors, it is still famous.

After saying goodbye to Li Guoqin, Qin Luo was ready to go back.

When I came, I was flying.

When going back, Qin Luo had to choose to drive back because he had to pull a lot of things, all of which were precise and valuable, worth several small objects.

It's not that I don't want to consign...

It's just that the courier company dare not accept this item.

Especially the piece "The Concubine Laughs".

Worth at least [-] million.

In case of bumping and bumping, the loss of minutes will make people vomit blood.

I don't worry about myself.

If this kind of thing is damaged, there is no place to replace it.

I have to regret it all my life.

Therefore, the safest thing is to "escort" them yourself.

By the way, take a look at the scenery along the way.

In the sky, only clouds can be seen.

Walking all the way on the ground, although the journey is long and it is inevitable to be tiring, it must also be rewarding.

Regarding this, Sister Cha naturally has no opinion. She is also impatient and has too much yearning for great rivers and mountains.

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Yang Jianjun's company does have a special "relic vehicle".

This kind of car is specially customized, which can protect various "fragile" cultural relics and treasures to the maximum extent, and will not be damaged or destroyed during long-distance transportation.

The scientific name is - temperature-controlled air-cushion vehicle.

Very rare and expensive.

A constant temperature and humidity environment can be created in the compartment to ensure that the natural conditions will not change drastically.

In addition, there are various airbags on the bottom of the car and in the compartment, which will eliminate various uncertain forces according to the degree of bumps of the vehicle, and prevent the body from vibrating and causing damage to the key protected things.

Still pretty high-tech.

The driving experience is also good.

Before the transportation, Qin Luo also specifically consulted the insurance company, and spent a few million extra to buy an insurance policy.

The guaranteed price is [-] million.

These are all very mature processes.

Although it costs an insurance fee, the sense of security is greatly increased.

Sometimes, thinking about these, Qin Luo himself feels a little emotional.

Even with modern technological conditions, it would take a lot of trouble to transport this thing over a long distance.

I really don't know how much effort it took for the ancient people to send a piece of precious jade from the Western Regions to the Central Plains?

The road I will take next is the former Silk Road.

Starting from Urumqi, head southeast, and then walk more than 800 kilometers, and you will leave Xinjiang.

Sitting in the car, I looked out at the vast Gobi, a vast expanse of wilderness, and there were not many cars on the road, and it was only a long way before I came across one.

For a few moments, Qin Luo inexplicably thought of Lin Chong's Daxueshan Temple late at night.

The experience of "solitude" is a very important part of classical aesthetics.

A typical example, in addition to the section of Lin Chong, there is also "a man in a lonely boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow"...

It's a different state of mind.

After leaving the Xingxing Gorge, he entered Gan Province, a barren and inhabited national geological park. After a little thought, Qin Luo decided to transfer to Dunhuang.

Come here.

This route once gave birth to the most prosperous civilization. During the Tang Dynasty, caravans from all over the world, carrying various civilization products, walked this road and entered Chang'an, bringing Chang'an into the world's center.

Now, I have driven this road by myself, following the traces of history, trying to pick up a little lost inspiration.

Jiangnan has Qingling and Jinxiu.

And here, there is thickness and breadth.

After driving for more than ten hours, Qin Luo arrived in Dunhuang.

The destination, of course, is the world-famous... Mogao Grottoes.

After buying the tickets, walking into the scenic spot, looking at the mottled statues and incomplete traces, Qin Luo felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

About 100 years ago, in the late Qing Dynasty, a Taoist priest discovered the scripture cave here.

Many scriptures, sculptures, and murals were able to see the light of day again.

However, in that era, such a discovery was not a good thing.

Instead, it was a catastrophe.

Many "explorers" from abroad have heard the news and plundered most of the cultural relics in various forms.

At the same time, some domestic painters, in order to observe murals more clearly and learn techniques, removed the outer layer of murals in some caves and kept only the inner layer, resulting in irreparable damage.

The most typical one is Zhang Daqian.

Perhaps, using the current view of moral history to measure historical figures in the past seems a bit harsh, but Qin Luo still feels silent about it.

The fate of this grotto has been changed forever.

Of course, there are no buildings in the world that can never be damaged, and there are no civilizations that have never been lost.

However, it's really embarrassing.

So Qin Luo felt a "vicissitudes" mood.

Bai Yuncanggou, vicissitudes of life.

All things have life.

It seems that nothing lasts forever.

All brilliance will be dimmed.

All delicacy will be weathered.

Qin Luo stood in front of a grotto that had experienced vicissitudes for a long time, and did not leave until the sun went down.

Thinking of the long distance between heaven and earth, I am alone but tearful.

Although it is not enough to cry, but the mood in my heart is nothing more than this.

Buddha?
Can you even protect yourself?

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on the way back.

Seemingly aware of Qin Luo's mood, Sister Cha comforted her with delicious food.

The local fresh and tender white-cut mutton, together with the fresh and refreshing shallots, is an excellent enjoyment.

The sweet and sour apricot skin water, after being chilled, has a better flavor and makes people feel refreshed.

The smell of fireworks in the world is most soothing to the hearts of mortals.

until nightfall.

Looking at the sky full of stars, listening to the occasional sound of camel bells in the distance, Qin Luo lay on a rocking chair in the hotel, his thoughts became more and more distant.

Everything I see and feel becomes nourishment, nourishing my soul and art.

I don't want to create anything specifically, it's just accumulating and accumulating.

Some people say that if you live in Paris for a while, you will leave traces of Paris all your life.

Qin Luo felt that Paris was not the only city like this.

The magnificent mountains and rivers are all scenery in the eyes, and they all form a picture scroll in the bottom of my heart.

After leaving Dunhuang, I saw the colorful Danxia again, and then walked back along several former frontier towns and along the flow of the Yellow River.

From north to south.

From west to east.

After traveling for thousands of kilometers, I finally crossed the Yangtze River, returned to the south, returned to Haicheng, and returned to Jinzhang Village.

Qin Luo's body is completely bearable.

Because of Wuqinxi, I feel refreshed, my waist is not sore, and my back is not painful.

Just a little "drunk".

Drunk by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

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(End of this chapter)