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"Elder Zhang, don't look for it."

At this time, Wang Guan blinked, and suddenly said, "The thing is on the table." ”

"What?"

Zhang Lao was stunned, looked back at the desktop again, and still didn't see anything. At the moment, he blew his beard and glared, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where is there?" Do you think I'm so dizzy that I can't see anything clearly? ”

"Elder Zhang, how dare I." Wang Guan hurriedly shook his head and swore an oath: "The thing is really on the table." ”

"Huh?"

Feeling that Wang Guan didn't seem to be lying, Zhang Lao immediately frowned and looked carefully.

The table is made of fine black acid branches, and although it is not painted, the quality of the wood itself is very good, and the surface is more radiant and shiny after careful care.

With such a clean table, you can definitely see what is on it. However, there are exceptions, Zhang Lao took a look, didn't find anything, and after a careful observation, he found a clue.

"Huh?"

After discovering the clue, Zhang Lao was stunned: "This is ...... Quill? ”

"It's still a brush."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng also saw something, and was naturally very surprised: "Among the big pens, is this small pen hidden?" ”

Of course, the small pen in Fang Mingsheng's mouth is only relative. In fact, this pen is not small, it can only be said to be a relatively normal model, but compared to the large pen with a thick arm, it is really a small pen.

In addition, this should be a wooden pen, and the color of the barrel is very similar to the color of the black acid branch, so it will be so inconspicuous when resting on the table, so that people will ignore the past when they look at it.

"It's a loss, it's a loss."

Seeing this, Zhang Lao couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Wang Guan, you lost the bet." It looks like we're going to have to wait until next year. ”

"Not really."

Wang Guan touched his nose, scratched his head again, and said, "After all, if something is hidden so tightly, it shouldn't be ordinary." ”

"It's hard to say."

Zhang Lao shook his head and said: "Hiding things may not be precious treasures, maybe they have some special significance." Just like the ancients' Tibetan letters, it is a commemorative act. ”

"Yes."

Wang Guan looked unrelenting, and directly reached out and picked up the brush on the table.

"Ah, what's going on?"

At this moment, something strange happened suddenly. The barrel of the pen, which was originally black and purple, suddenly turned a faint yellowish color when it swayed. It's like the skin color of Wang Guan's palm.

Zhang Lao and Fang Mingsheng naturally saw this situation, and they were dumbfounded and unbelievable in an instant. I couldn't help but rub my eyes, wondering if I was so tired that I was hallucinating.

"Mr. Zhang......"

At the right time, Wang Guan also had a bit of a surprise: "This thing ...... Something doesn't seem right. ”

While speaking, Wang Guan put down the brush with his hand, only to see that the brush really changed color in an instant, and it perfectly blended with the color of the desktop silently.

“…… It's a chameleon! Fang Mingsheng calmed down. There was a burning light in his eyes. Seeing such a situation, even the most stupid person should know that this seemingly inconspicuous brush must be extraordinary.

"Don't move!"

When Fang Mingsheng was eager to try. Zhang Lao reached out first to grab the brush in his hand, and looked at the barrel that instantly turned pale yellow, and his eyes were full of amazement and bizarreness.

In addition to observing, Zhang Lao also took the opportunity to take the brush to different places. Check out its color changes. I saw that the brush really lived up to the name of the chameleon, and immediately showed different colors in different environments.

In the table it is a light black and purple color, and in the hands it is a pale yellow color. In the light, it is a pale color, but next to the leaves of the bonsai, it is green......

Zhang Lao experimented with great interest, and after at least half an hour, he gradually calmed down and paid attention to the material of the brush: "The texture of this item is not a wooden material, but a bit like a ...... Jade. ”

"Jade?" Wang Guan and Fang Mingsheng were a little surprised.

"If it's not jade, it should have something to do with jade." Zhang Lao groaned: "In fact, compared with the pen barrel, I am more concerned about the tip of the brush, I don't know what animal hair is made of, and it can also show different colors with the change of the environment with the pen barrel." ”

"Yes, it's amazing."

Fang Mingsheng nodded again and again, and then tried to recall: "I remember that Elder Zeng told me that in ancient times, there seemed to be a kind of white bear that lived in the icy and snowy north. This kind of bear is actually not a real white bear, but because the north does not melt all year round, the sky and the earth are white, so the bear hair is white. ”

Wang Guan heard the sound outside the strings: "You mean to say that the bear fur of this bear originally has no color, but changes with the color of the environment?" ”

"Yes, that's it." Fang Mingsheng was sure of it, and sighed a little: "Since there is no physical evidence, I originally thought it was just a legend, but when I saw the situation of the pen, I felt that what Zeng Lao said was very likely to be true." ”

"Is there such a bear?"

At the right time, Zhang Lao was surprised: "I haven't heard of it before, and it really is endless to learn." ”

"Old Zhang, whether the pen is bearish or not, I will study it slowly in the future."

At the same time, Wang Guan said with interest: "I am very curious now, what is the origin of this pen?" Such a magical treasure should have been recorded in ancient times with scales and half-claws, right? ”

"You're right, this thing is not only recorded in ancient times, but also very famous." Zhang Lao said solemnly: "If I guess correctly, this thing should be a famous five-color pen." ”

"Five-color pen?"

Wang Guan was stunned, suddenly reacted, and suddenly exclaimed: "The five-color pen of the dream pen and flowers? ”

"yes, I think that's what it is."

At this time, Zhang Lao nodded and sighed: "Since the invention of the brush, the ancient literati had a special feeling for this kind of thing, and there were more anecdotes about the brush. One of the more famous examples is the large pen like rafters that we just talked about. The protagonist of this allusion is Wang Xun, who was active in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which is what we call the Northern and Southern Dynasties. However, from that time on, it was not only Wang Xun who dreamed of the pen while sleeping, but also some allusions to the dream pen. ”

"The protagonist of one of the allusions may be more famous than Wang Xun, he is Jiang Yan, the protagonist of Jiang Lang's talent."

Zhang Lao was interested and talked eloquently: "According to Zhong Rong's "Poems? Qi Guanglu River Flooding" records that the talented son Jiang Yan is famous for his outstanding literary talents. In his later years, he met the immortal Guo Pu in a dream, and asked him for a five-color pen, which he naturally gave. From then on, Jiang Yan found that he could no longer compose poetry, and the idiom that Jiang Lang did his best came from this. ”

"Things in dreams must not be taken seriously. As we all know, the reason why Jiang Yan has exhausted his talents is nothing more than that after he became a high-ranking official, he focused on political affairs, and his talent in poetry and articles naturally declined. But in any case, this is the first account of the five-color pen. ”

Zhang Lao held up a finger, and then continued: "The second record is that a man named Lian Guang received a pen from a hermit when he was collecting medicine in Mount Tai, and everything drawn with this pen will run out of the painting and become real things. However, Lian Guang was also considered to be a person who knew witchcraft because of this pen, and was imprisoned as a result. Later, he listened to the hermit's proposal in a dream, painted a giant bird and managed to escape from prison. ”

"Does this story sound familiar?"

At the right time, Zhang Lao couldn't help but smile and said: "It is said that the cartoon of the magic pen Ma Liang is adapted from this allusion, and the pen in the story is naturally a five-color pen." ”

"Of course, the most classic allusion is the wonderful pen that Wang Guan just said."

Between speaking, Zhang Lao's smile became even thicker: "When ordinary people hear the idiom of wonderful pen and flowers, they probably know that the metaphorical article is well written, but they may not know the source of the wonderful pen and flowers...... Know you know. ”

Glaring at Wang Guan, Zhang Lao waved his hand and said, "Don't open your mouth, let me speak." ”

"Elder Zhang, we all know the allusions you said, so there's no need to go on."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "It is recorded in the book The Remains of Kaiyuan Tianbao that when Li Bai was young, the pen used in his dream grew flowers, and he was famous all over the world before tomorrow. This has become one of the most commonly used allusions in poetry, such as Li Shangyin's "Jiangshang Yiyan Wuguang Xiu" has a long knife under the south curtain, and the dream pen hides five colors. ”

"It's not just Li Bai ......"

Regarding Wang Guan's behavior of snatching words, Zhang Lao was a little stupid: "In addition, there is Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty, who still dreamed of having a god's legacy (sending) when he was a child, and he gradually had his studies; On the night of Fan Zhen's birth in the Northern Song Dynasty, the mother dream god gave him a five-color pen. At the age of nine, he was able to belong to the literature, and thirteen governed the "Book of Shang", teaching students. ”

"In other words, the legend of the five-color pen is not uncommon from the Northern and Southern Dynasties to the Song Dynasty."

At this time, Zhang Lao's expression was a little deliberate: "It's just that I don't know if there was this five-color pen first, so there are many legends, or there are legends first, and someone made this five-color pen according to the legend." The so-called five colors, or colorless homonyms. After all, the brush is colorless, so it will show a different color. ”

"Elder Zhang, do you want to say that if there is a five-color pen first, then the people you listed just now are probably not dreaming of the five-color pen, but they have a collection of five-color pens, right?" Wang Guan speculated.

"It's not impossible." Zhang Lao nodded and said, "Otherwise, these dreams are too frequent, and they are almost in the same vein." However, with a strange treasure, it is inevitable to be cautious, so the pretense is a dream. ”

"The past is like smoke, there is no need to be serious." Wang Guan shook his head lightly and said with a bright smile: "As long as it can be proved that this is the legendary five-color pen." Mr. Zhang, you said that this is a strange treasure, so it should be worth more than the fisherman picture in Wu Town, right? ”

"How can it be compared."

For a moment, Zhang Lao shook his head and sighed: "Modern times are better, if it is in ancient times, this pen is equivalent to a priceless treasure coveted by literati, and I hate to pass it on from generation to generation as an heirloom, and no one is willing to sell ...... at all" (to be continued......)