"Uncle, don't lie to me? This painting is the treasure of the National Palace Museum in Taiwan, how can you say that you will steal it if you steal it. I asked awkwardly.

He glanced at the Taoist and laughed to himself. "What's impossible?"

"This kind of thing is not to mention you, even a well-trained spy is estimated to be difficult to complete such a difficult task, right?" I say.

"The reason why the old man is called a painter is because he has a different perception of paintings, and you can't understand it. If it's genuine, you can go in and see for yourself. "The painter didn't seem to bother to explain to me, it looked like I didn't know Tarzan with my eyes.

Get in? What does it mean to get in? Does the painting mean to let me look a little deeper? What he said left me at a complete loss.

Zuo Dao Chang suddenly couldn't bear it. "Painting, Boss Liu has never experienced this in his life. Don't let him risk it. ”

The painter waved his hand in disapproval. ""Traveling in Streams and Mountains" is just a peaceful landscape painting, and there are no gods and ghosts in it, are you still afraid that he won't be able to come out?"

These two people are at a loss for me.

"Okay, just let him try this once." Zuo Daochang said helplessly.

"Hey, hey, lad, you're going to have fun." As he spoke, he grabbed my hand. "It's up to you whether it's genuine or not."

His hand was placed on the pile of weeds on the painting, and it was a little rough to the touch, but it didn't seem to be unusual except for the simple feel.

"Uncle, I can't touch it, I don't really know how to appreciate it."

"Who told you to appreciate it, you close your eyes."

I did as he was told, slowly closed my eyes, and waited quietly for a moment.

But when I opened my eyes, nothing seemed to have happened.

"You're too impetuous, your mind is not quiet. You close your eyes again and do as I say. The painter said to me with a smile. You young people, your heart is always still. ”

I closed my eyes again and tried not to think about anything.

"You imagine that you have a mountain in front of you, a very high mountain, and you look up and you see that the mountain has no top of the mountain at all."

The painting's tone became very soft, and the faint voice seemed to hypnotize me.

I tried to imagine the picture he described, and in the fog it seemed that the outline of a mountain was actually taking shape in my mind.

"Take a closer look at whether there's a waterfall on that mountain?"

The painting whispered in my ear, making me sleepy. A white silver ribbon suddenly revealed in the dark shadow.

Is that what he calls a waterfall?

"What do you listen to again?" The sound of the painting drifted away in my ears, and I knew that I had fallen into a half-dream.

Instead, there is the sound of the wind blowing and the pine waves, the sound of the rushing crashing on the shore, and the sound of the hooves of the Dada horses that are gradually moving away.

The sounds mingled into a lullaby that made me fall asleep.

"Young man?"

In my sleep, a voice suddenly reached my ears.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw a lush pine leaf hanging above my head.

"This! This is where it is! I hurriedly jumped up from the ground, surrounded by the Danxia landform and mountains and valleys full of loess.

"Daoist Zuo?" Suddenly being in such an unfamiliar environment, I was really scared. "Daoist Zuo, where are you?"

"Young man, there is no Taoist here."

As soon as I turned around, I saw an old man in a black robe standing behind me. He wore a gray crown of hair on his head and was looking at me kindly.

"Uncle, where am I? How did you end up with me? I asked hurriedly.

"This is Zhaojin Mountain. I've always stayed here. The black-robed old man said leisurely.

"Zhaojinshan?" I pinched my arm hard, and it took a sharp pain before I was convinced that it wasn't a dream. "How did I get here?"

"It seems that you have the guidance of a master, and only a few people have been fortunate enough to enter the world of my paintings for so many years." The black-robed old man said proudly.

"Heaven and earth in the painting?" I couldn't understand his words for a while.

"Yes, you have now entered the world depicted in my "Journey to the Streams and Mountains."

I looked around, and the old man was right, and the surrounding scenery was not half different from the scenery outlined and rendered in the "Journey to the Mountains and Streams".

The towering high mountain stands in the center of my line of sight, standing on the top of the sky and the earth, standing on the wall, and the sky is huge, separating the sky and the earth. The top of the hill is overgrown with shrubs, forming a dense forest, like a fungus, and there are high mountains on both sides. In the woods, there are buildings with slight dew, and a group of packers resting under the trees among the hills and rocks, as if people can hear the sound of water and the sound of lifting in the quiet mountain wilderness. The waterfall as thin as a string cascade plunges thousands of feet, and the sound of the stream echoes in the valley, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days. The rocks are covered with dense raindrops of ink and jagged rock lines, revealing a sense of vigor and vigor.

It's like a fairyland on earth. It seems that he has really entered the world of painting.

Weird, weird!

"Uncle, you said this is your pen?"

"That's right, old man, my surname is Fan, my name is wide and neutral, and I support my family by painting landscapes."

My eyes widened. "You are Master Fan Kuan!"

"I don't dare to be a master, I just like to copy landscapes and draw my own state of mind, as for whether I am a master or not, I don't care at all." The black-robed old man stroked his white beard lightly, leisurely. "Everyone who comes to this painting calls me Maestro, and that makes me a little awkward."

"But your paintings are a model for everyone to imitate, who is not a master if you are not a master?" I say.

Fan Kuan shook his head helplessly. "The title of master should be left to future generations."

"Master, no, Master Fan, why are you in your own paintings?" I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

"It's a long story." Fan Kuan pointed to the mountain peak in front of him. "In the first year of Qianxing, I passed by here, I was impressed by such a desperate situation, I liked this kind of environment that does not care about the world, so I painted the "Journey to the Mountains and Streams", in the process of painting I met a master to guide me, he taught me the method of creating the world in the painting, and then I myself lived in my own painting all the year round, every day to see this shocking beauty, fast, fast!"

It's a beautiful place, but isn't it boring to look at the same painting every day? This Master Fan Kuan is really different from ordinary people.

"Master Fan, the world you have drawn is indeed beautiful, but can you tell me how to get out of here and return to reality?" I'm scared to stay in a place like this for the rest of my life, even if it's too beautiful to be.

"If you want to go out, you'll need to find the caravan over there." Fan Kuan pointed to me the caravan not far away at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the shade, at this time they were scooping up the mountain spring with their skins.

I turned around and walked over to the travelers.

"Wait, young man, what dynasty is out there?"

"Master Fan, this year is 2009 AD, which is nearly a thousand years back from your era."

Fan Kuan smiled meaningfully.

"A thousand years, haha, it's a snap of a finger."