Chapter 23: Magic Pen

Although there is no key in the gold box, there is a "brush" hidden, but it is not a brush for ordinary writing. It should be a large brush used to paint ink-splashing landscapes. Based on the principle of seeing is reality, I will not be confused anymore and believe in my eyes: "This is just a brush, not anything else."

Master Sun Jiu scratched his bald head and shook his head, "There is a brush hidden in the stone coffin gold box. What is the mystery of this? Why did Captain Feng say in his suicide note that it is the key to open the gate of the Earth Immortal tomb? Is it that the mystery of Guanshan fingers passed down by his ancestors also fake? Or did he deliberately mislead others before he died? Now my mind is a little overwhelmed. It seems that it is time to retire."

Shirley Yang said: "I think the leader of the group is about to die and his words are good. He will not use fraud again. If this thing is just a brush that has nothing to do with the ancient tomb of Dixian Village, what is the point of lying us? There are many incredible things in the mystery of the mountain finger, and most of them are difficult for ordinary people to predict. Perhaps this brush is the key to opening the door of the ancient tomb..."

As she spoke, shirley Yang took out the brush from the golden box and looked carefully. The pen holder of the brush was not made of bamboo, but was also made of pure gold. Two lines of words were engraved on the golden pen holder. She said one by one: "Watching the mountain magic pen, drawing the ground as a door... What does this mean? Can you use this pen to pass through the door on the ground? How could it be..."

The fat man suddenly thought of something: "Hey... I seem to have heard of this before. If you have a magic pen to draw something, you can go up the mountain by drawing a road, and you can climb the wall by drawing a bamboo ladder. But I really can't remember it very clearly... I saw it when I was fighting in a tomb? Lao Hu, do you still have the impression of it?"

I said, Commander Wang, you are confused, but maybe you love our career too much, otherwise how could you think of fighting in everything? I remember clearly that you are either a villain's book or an animation, called "Ma Liang, a magic pen". This story has been around for a while and is not a few years younger than me.

The fat man hurriedly said, "Yes, it's this joke. Is this what Guanshan Magic Pen mean? Let's draw a tomb door wherever we see it, and then push it in. Judging from the rich struggle experience summarized by Fat Master in the past half of his life... we have 80% let the militia in Dixian Village make a trick, which is simply an insult to our IQ. Can the door drawn with a pen be fucked in?"

Shirley Yang didn't know what we were talking about, so he asked me, "What do you say? The matter of the magic brush painting...has it really happened in ancient times?"

I smiled bitterly and said that it was not an incident at all. It was a mythological story created in China in the 1950s. It said that there was a child from a poor family named Ma Liang. He had artistic cells since he was a child and did not honestly grazed cattle. Instead, he loved to engage in art creation. Although he had never studied it for a day, he did not draw anything like it. The teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts did not draw as good as him. Moreover, he had a habit of drawing wherever he went regardless of occasion or location.

His only dream was to have a pen of his own. One night, a white-bearded old man came out from somewhere. The old man gave him a brush and asked him to draw whatever he wanted. From then on, Ma Liang used this pen to draw.

Unexpectedly, this pen was actually a magic pen, and everything drawn could become real. A crane immediately soared into the sky, and a ox could immediately pull the plow. Later, the ruling class that oppressed the working people learned about this, grabbed Ma Liang and locked him in prison. At night, Ma Liang drew a door in the cell. When he pushed it over, the door opened. He drew another ladder and successfully climbed over the wall and escaped from prison.

Finally, he was caught in the palace and drew a mountain of gold for the emperor. In front of the mountain was a vast ocean. Bad guys such as the emperor and ministers sat in the treasure boat painted by Ma Liang to transport gold to the mountain, but Ma Liang secretly drew a storm, knocking the boat overturned, and all the bad guys were drowned in the sea.

The magic pen Ma Liang eliminated the emperor who exploited the people and returned to the people with the magic pen to draw for the poor people. His story was the favorite story of the children at that time in the 1950s and 1960s, and similarly, the secrets of the treasure gourd, etc. But why did we like this story when we were young? I don’t know anything about others. Anyway, the fat man and I were still very low in consciousness when we were seven or eight years old. We imagined all day long that we could have such a magic pen, so that we could draw cream popsicles for ourselves and eat as much as we wanted. We also agreed that Ma Liang’s magic pen was better than the treasure gourd, because we imagined it deeply for a long time back then, so we still remember it clearly until now.

shirley Yang smiled and said, "It seems that you were already very ambitious when you were a child, but is this mountain viewing magic pen the same as the story you just told? Can you really draw the gate of the ancient tomb of Dixian Village?"

Mr. Sun Jiu sighed at this: "It's ridiculous, so ridiculous. We are here to find the ancient tomb. We can't play the piano any more. We need to put forward more constructive ideas. I think this mountain-watching magic pen will have a mezzanine? Maybe there is a key hidden in the pen holder."

I picked up the gold box and the magic pen and looked at it several times. The gold box was hollow and there was no mesh mechanism. However, I found that there seemed to be another mystery on the gold box. The hollow pattern on the box surface was in the Ming Dynasty style, with mountains and flowing waters and figures. The whole was a mountain like a stone screen. The river valleys below the mountains were densely forested. Another immortal painted on a mountain between two stone screens. The graphics drawn by the immortal seemed to be a gate.

I saw that there was a flying swallow as a bridge on the mountains and rivers in the golden box pattern, which looked like the temperament in front of the "Soul Scaring Platform". If the tomb gate was at the bottom of this canyon, it also corresponded to what I said before - the ancient tomb of Dixian Village must not be too far from the "Coffin Gorge" where the wind and energy are hidden. The "Function of the Mountain Viewing" exhausted all the strange and bizarre thoughts, which were mostly not understood by conventional ideas. Perhaps there is a special place in the canyon, and it is unknown that you can really draw the mountain and open the way with that magical brush.

I thought to myself that the next step was to find a place without dead bodies so that I could use the "Guixu Gua Mirror" to understand the mystery of the ancient tomb. At this time, it would be useless to stay in the hanging coffin tomb and think randomly. Why not just go to the bottom of the canyon to kill two birds with one stone. As long as I try it in person, I will know whether the magic stroke door is true or false.

I made up my mind and took the golden box magic pen together, asking everyone to find a way to go down the mountain. Professor Sun pointed at Nabashan Ape and asked me: "What should I do with this guy? Isn't it pitiful when his owner died and wandered alone in the barren mountains? How about I bring it back to Beijing?"

I pondered a little and told Professor Sun that this idea was not feasible. Now it is impossible to take wild animals on the road. I can't keep them at home even if I take them back. Moreover, the Bashan Ape has been wandering around for ten years, which shows that it is very fond of its owner. As the saying goes, "The elk returns to the mountain and the qilin gives it to the pavilion." The deep mountains and forests are its destination, so let it go.

I persuaded him for a while, and Professor Sun finally gave up his unrealistic idea. Everyone kept watching Nabashan ape climbing the cliff and hiding into the clouds and mist before setting off.

The cave tomb is not far from the bottom of the valley, and the bird paths with walls are connected to each other. From the cliffs and through the clouds, the rushing rapids roar through the mountains and swim through the mountains. When you are here, you are like you are in the depths of a mountain crack at a height of thousands of feet above you. The sky above you are more than a thousand meters high, intermittently, but you can vaguely see, as if you have entered a completely isolated area.

The terrain at the bottom of the canyon is relatively open, which is completely different from the middle of the canyon. Although the steep cliffs above are narrow, the sides of the river channel at the roots of the mountain are deeply sunk inward. The edges of the riverbed are covered with smooth pebbles, with weeds and wild flowers growing in the cracks of the rocks, and many strange tree species that are not well-known.

The sun is gone all year round, and the mist is everywhere, which makes the nearby plants extremely gloomy. In addition, the weather is stuffy, hot and humid, which can easily cause people to feel inexplicably irritable and restless.

I looked for a while with the scene depicted in the golden box and saw a fork in the canyon, with a dry bluestone river channel inside. If I didn't go deep, I reached the end. It was a waterfall embedded in the mountains. However, the waterfall was either diverted or dried. There was no water source and there was only a slippery cliff left in front of me.

Before the waterfall dried up, I didn't know that the mountain wall had been washed away for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It was as smooth as a stone mirror. There were five thick old trees in front of the wall, with branches and forks, which were so similar to the pattern on the golden box. The immortal used his magical strokes to draw the door, which should be the rock wall at the waterless waterfall.

But the mountain in front of me is integrated, and there is no trace of manual trimming. You can use a brush to draw a door on it? It is unlikely that, unless the magical pen that observes the mountain is really a "magic pen" that can depict miracles.

Everyone looked at each other in this regard. Who would be so stupid that he took a pen to the painting door on the mountain to open the way? When he went back, he was found out. Wouldn't the reputation of "The Golden-Touching Captain" become a laughing stock?
Chapter completed!