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Similar to magic, it is also recorded in the chapter "Stealing Peaches" in Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai" in the Qing Dynasty, and it is obviously better than "Rope Technique".

A young scholar who went to Fucheng to catch the exam, the day before the Spring Festival, watched the excitement on the street with his friends.

There was an entertainer who led a child with long hair, and squeezed into a lobby where a few red-clothed officials were sitting somewhere, and a man in green clothes shouted for the artist to perform.

The official asked the artist to change a peach, and the artist was embarrassed: "In this cold and snowy land, where are there peaches in the world, only the flower and fruit orchard of the Queen Mother in the sky has peaches in all seasons, so we have to go to heaven to steal them." ”

As he spoke, the artist took out a bundle of ropes, grabbed the end of the rope and threw it into the air, and the end of the rope seemed to hang in the sky out of thin air, and then rose higher and higher until the bundle of ropes was finished.

The artist handed the rope to the child, and the child moved his hands and feet, gradually rising like a spider crawling silk, until he crawled without a shadow.

In a moment, a bowl of peaches suddenly fell to the ground.

The artists were busy holding it up and offering it to the officials in the hall, and everyone passed it on to each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity.

At this moment, the rope suddenly fell to the ground, and the artist exclaimed: "Oh no! The gods cut the rope, and my son died! ”

As he spoke, a bloody object fell from the sky, and it was the child's head. Immediately after, the feet, limbs, and half of the body were dropped.

The artist howled and cried, and while crying, he took out a wooden box and picked up the remains of the child one by one into the box, closed the lid of the box, turned around and knelt down to the official and said: "The old man is just this one son, follow me around to perform arts, and now the chief forced me to become a peach, so that my son died tragically, why do you have to give some money for burning and burying?" ”

The officials in the hall were all frightened, and hurriedly took out gold and silver and gave them to the artists.

The artist got up and loaded the money, raised his hand and patted the wooden box: "My son, I haven't come out yet!" ”

In the blink of an eye, the lid of the box was arched, and the cloaked child jumped out of the box intact, smiling and saluting, thanking the officials.

Su Qingchu does not have the same research on the history of magic as Brando, but he has read the strange novel "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and he is even more impressed by the "Immortal Suo" described in the chapter "Stealing Peaches", and even checked relevant information on the Internet.

"But it is said that this is just a legend in the magic world, and no one has ever seen anyone perform the real magic trick of the gods, and the reward of the Queen of England has not been received so far?"

Brando obviously didn't see it that way, and said lightly: "There is no wind and no waves, since the legend of this magic trick will be handed down, there must be a reason for it......"

"The Loch Ness Monster, the Himalayan Yeti, the Bermuda Triangle...... There are so many unsolved mysteries in the world that you spend your whole life searching for an ethereal rumor, Mr. Bai, do you think it's worth it? ”

Brando pondered for a long time, and suddenly said, "If I say I've seen it, do you believe it?" ”

"Mr. Bai, I'm talking to you about business, please don't use such a ridiculous excuse to perfunctory me."

Su Qingchu had always thought that too fluctuating emotions were the enemy of reason, but this time, she was really a little angry.

"Eighteen years ago, when the woman I loved the most died in childbirth, I walked the streets like a walking dead with our baby in my arms......"

Brando's hands trembled slightly, and inches of soot fell on the carpet, shattering into a cloud of pure white dust.

Su Qingchu didn't know why Brando suddenly mentioned this painful past, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently grab Brando's hand, his beautiful eyes were full of worry.

"I thought about dying, but when I stood on the Sanshan Bridge with our children in my arms, I met someone who changed my life......"

"It was an old man in his seventies and eighties, and he looked no different from the vegetable farmers who went to the city to sell vegetables...... At that time, he asked me, you took the child to commit suicide, does the child's mother know? I told him that I was going to take the child to her mother. ”

"And then?" Su Qingchu's heart couldn't help but pinch together.

She was only adopted by Brando fifteen years ago, when Brando was already famous, she only knew that this man who did not have the name of an adoptive father but had the fact of an adoptive father had lost his wife, but she never knew that there was such an unknown past.

At that time, the old man persuaded me that Huangquan has been a road since ancient times, and only people can enter but not leave. I said, I just went to my wife, and I didn't plan to come back. The old man shook his head again and again and sighed, and said, I can't persuade you, so let your daughter-in-law and child come and persuade you......"

"What?" Su Qingchu could hardly believe his ears, "He...... Really makes you ...... Have you met your wife? ”

"Yes...... I still remember vividly that after the old man said this, Fumiko came from the morning mist on the river, like a fairy in the myth of Ling Bo Weibu, although her body was so cold, but I could touch her face and take her hand as I had done before...... She and I reminisced a lot about the good times we had together, and told me to live well, raise our children, and then disappear into the rising morning sun with the morning mist......"

"The old man...... Is it a magician? Is he using the 'Immortal Rope' technique? Su Qingchu couldn't help but be stunned, she began to understand a little why Brando had been obsessed with magic for more than ten years.

"I once visited an Indian magician who told me that the 'fairy so' is essentially an illusion.

Different from the so-called 'illusion' of modern magicians who use technology to sell dog meat on sheep's heads, it is a magic technique in the true sense.

It is said that even in ancient times, illusion was the ultimate magic that only a very few magicians could master, and no one knows whether there is still a lineage.

But the old man's story made me sure that there must be someone somewhere in this world who passed on this ancient and mysterious magic technique. ”

"Do you think that young man named Li Mengnan is likely to master the inheritance of illusion?"

"Just like the young man said, the essence of magic is a kind of deception, who can tell if it's true or false?" Brando smiled self-deprecatingly, casually pressed the cigar in his hand, "I'm just betting on luck......"

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Tunghai University, formerly known as Tunghai Normal University, was merged three years ago with the efforts of the education department of Sanshan City, and a number of colleges and universities were merged, which led to the creation of today's Tunghai University.

Despite this, the locals are used to calling it East Normal University, and even the bus stop signs have not been modified.

According to Internet rumors, the beginning of the freshman season in mid-September every year is the busiest time for the university, especially the school bus pick-up station, where there will always be some very kind seniors squatting day and night, sparing no effort to guide the freshmen with luggage.

Of course, the only people who can enjoy this kind of VIP treatment are those ignorant juniors, who have always belonged to the disadvantaged groups that have been directly ignored.