Fang Zheng explained: "It is too brain-consuming to study calligraphy, engraving seals, and writing books together. ”

"Writing was cool for a while, and the third watch went crazy in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, my hair fell out."

"Later, I read ancient texts like cooking, and when I got the gold and stone carved seals, my hair fell out and I don't know how many baskets. Later, the gray hair became more and more, and I became the person I am now. ”

"Researcher Fang, you read ancient texts like a cow?"

Zhang Tianshou looked strange, looking at Fang Zheng, this person was a little crazy.

The heart should be steady, the hands should not tremble, the knowledge is mysterious, endless, calligraphy, ancient literature, it is really a subject that Tianshou students are afraid of.

He cut the fingers of his right hand and said, "Bad old man, you'd better not be a liar." If you lie to me, I'll beat you up. ”

Fang Zhengxin said, you are too ruthless, threatening public officials at a young age. He shuddered and said, "That's okay." ”

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Read on, there is a text introduction.

"Fang Zheng, a researcher-level senior engineer, a seal expert. Graduated from Lossy University, he loves seals and is a ......"

After comparing the interpupillary distance in the photo, Zhang Tianshou's face has a different color, and Fang Zheng is really a staff member of the museum. An official ape, thirty years old lived the effect of fifty years old, this guy, how did he mix?

According to the official introduction of the Toast Museum, Fang Zheng is not as old as he imagined, in fact, he is probably close to forty years old, which is a good age for the prime of life.

"Ah, Teacher Fang, it turns out that you are really only in your thirties!" Zhang Tianshou said.

Fang Zheng pouted, "Eh, blame the old man." When I was a child, I didn't take me to exercise, just looking at my academic performance, and then going to graduate school and working. No, it is decrepit before it grows old. ”

"It's okay, old man, it's okay if it's premature, it's mature."

Zhang Tianshou didn't know how to comfort the fake old man Fangzheng, so he came to a myth.

Fang Zheng chuckled in his heart, and cursed in his heart: You are only aging prematurely, and your whole family is aging prematurely.

Click,

The old man raised his hand, and the exhibition hall suddenly went dark, and Zhang Tianshou really confirmed the identity of Fang Zheng in his heart.

Fang Zheng said: "Young man, just now, you have been fascinated by the black seal for two or three hours? ”

"Classmate, you like seals, right? If you like it, I still have some fine products where you can enjoy a thing or two. ”

Zhang Tianshou thought in his heart: This guy is a second-generation museum, and it is estimated that the treasure here, he is most likely clear.

"Ahem."

"Dare to ask Researcher Fang, what treasure is the most charming in this museum." He asked.

The baby is full of spirituality and is naturally charming.

"Ahem, classmate, you finally have a little politeness, listen to me, keep virtue on your lips and broad on your feet." Old Man Fang cracked his mouth, revealing his yellow teeth.

He straightened his chest and said: "It's not that I'm bragging, it's a thousand miles away, no, it's thousands of miles away, it's my side that knows the most about historical relics." My dad was the first director of the Toast Museum. ”

Zhang Tianshou said: "Researcher Fang, be low-key, be a low-key person." ”

He thought to himself, you come within a radius of thousands of miles, you are bragging, you don't have a score, it's a little too crazy, right?

He couldn't help but look down on the other party a little in his heart, and asked, "Professor Fang, what do you think is the most spiritual object here?" Lately, I've been in need of some inspiration. ”

The corners of Fangzheng's mouth curled, and he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

"Good boy, I'm just a kid who loves to learn. Let's go, I'll take you to see my old man's treasures. ”

Fang Zheng's words were carefully considered, but anyone who likes to look at cultural relics must like old antiques. And my old man's hidden treasure, can he not be old?

His words really touched Zhang Tianshou, and he asked: "Researcher Fang, I actually want to look at some creative cultural relics today to inspire me. ”

Fang Zheng responded: "Inspired? Yes, we really have a spiritual place in the Toast Museum. ”

"Hah, that's good."

Zhang Tianshou's eyes showed a hint of joy, "Okay, can I go and have a look?" ”

He doesn't fully believe in Fangzheng, but this Fang Zheng is the second generation of the museum, and he must be familiar with the situation of the museum. Don't be afraid, the old man's heart is red, and he is definitely not my opponent.

In a word, security.

Zhang Tianshou's brain turned quickly, and in an instant, thousands of thoughts had surged into his heart. Where did Fang Zheng know the rapidly changing mind of the young man around him, he set a goal in his heart: this kid is quite bold, and he has to suppress him.

He thought of a place to go, a mysterious depository studio, a somewhat scary place.

Fang Zheng was happy in his heart, shook his head and said, "Generally speaking, these spiritual collections are not open to the public. ”

Zhang Tianshou was taken aback, "Won't it?" ”

Fang Zheng was proud in his heart, and hurriedly said: "I see that you are a top student of Hongshan Middle School, but it is not impossible." ”

Tianshou said: "I brought my student ID today. ”

Fangzheng: "Okay, come with me." ”

Fang Zheng was proud, haha, he can deceive one at the moment.

No, I'm a teacher, and I'm one who can teach one.

Turning into a small standard hallway, the two walked through a dim hallway, and a small courtyard appeared in front of them.

In the yard, the plants are very dense, and even the sunlight is very dim.

Along the way, Zhang Tianshou was still a little worried in his heart, I heard that this toast is often haunted, I don't know if I will encounter it today?

It's good to meet ghosts!

If you absorb it, your soul will be clear for a while!

At this moment, his heart was bigger, but he was not careless, and his soul senses scanned it from time to time to prevent accidental attacks.

After a long journey, Zhang Tianshou saw a white hut standing in the woods. The green tile and white wall, the plain white wall, are cyan rain marks, which looks quite vicissitudes.

The pine log door, not too tall, has a wooden plaque on it, and the font is crooked and upside down, which can be seen at a glance.

Zhang Tianshou said: "The flower of time? ”

Fang Zheng said: "Yo, you can also read the ancient text?" Yes, this name is magnificent, and it was a gift from our dean's friend. ”

Zhang Tianshou only felt that he was very familiar with the text, as if he could guess the answer by himself.

Fang Zheng looked at the plaque on the façade, shuddered for a moment, and said, "I won't go in, there are too many people, and your inspiration is not good." ”

This studio comes from a mysterious person, and he doesn't know where it came from. Fang Zheng had been in a few times before, some alone or with a group of people, and each time it felt weird.

In the studio, the scene is not bad, full of artistic atmosphere, but it is easy to dizzy and nausea. Many acquaintances from the museum went in to see it, and most of them had symptoms of heart palpitations, paleness, and dizziness.

Over time, the studio of this mysterious man became a forbidden place. Everyone gave this hall a nickname and called it 'Seasickness Studio', which means that after people enter, they will lose their physical strength like seasickness.

Fortunately, in this seasickness studio, the cleaner will not have any discomfort when he enters, and he will not get dirty.

"It's almost there, seasickness studio, no, it's time studio."

Zhang Tianshou was not afraid, and pushed the door in. Inside is a small circular exhibition hall, about three zhang of outer diameter.

Researcher Fang Zheng said outside the door: "Classmate, this circular mural has no name, and I don't know who made it, but it is a painting full of aura. ”

"Feel it."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng closed the wooden door.

Just now, as soon as he arrived at the door, he already felt cold all over his body, and his heart was weak.

As soon as the person turned around, Fang Zheng laughed, and he whispered to himself: "Hehe, it's enough for you kid to drink a pot." ”

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As soon as Zhang Tianshou entered, he felt that he had walked into a country with the same sea and sky, and the surroundings were hazy and could not be seen clearly.

"This painting "Flower of Time" is quite effective?"

"Why do I feel a little blurry at first glance? There's no sense of clarity. ”

"Uh, that's good." Zhang Tianshou thought to himself, I just need inspiration, and this kind of studio may really give me inspiration.

Creaking, outside the wooden door, Fang Zheng felt a wave of nausea today, this studio, obviously made him feel very uncomfortable. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Classmate, I'll wait for you in the museum hall." ”

It's okay, he doesn't want to be abused, he really doesn't want to stay anywhere.

……

"Oh, that's great."

After entering the studio for a quarter of an hour, Zhang Tianshou gradually adapted to the light and atmosphere in the circular exhibition hall.

The painting in front of me is definitely not simple.

An ink painting, so huge that you can't see the horizon.

The position of the wooden door is not easy to find, it is integrated, and the color of the picture completely covers any angle of 360 degrees. Gray and blue are the main colors, and the bright red colors are particularly prominent.

Zhang Tianshou's eyesight is still good, usually around 6.0, but today he is afraid, within the entire field of vision, the picture is squirming.

"I saw an ancient god and demon, with a black head and a blue face, a pinch of black beard on his chin, trembling and trembling, so vivid."

"It's strange, those five-colored stones will move, hey, some sesame-like poisonous insects will also move, swords, guns, swords, halberds, with their own murderous aura."

Zhang Tianshou stood at first, and then felt that he couldn't understand this painting, the color was heavy, critical, weird, and those portraits that should be solidified would really move.

He fixed his eyes on a stone that seemed to be moving, and boom, like being hit by five thunderbolts, a large amount of information poured into his brain, blasting through the skull.

It's over, the brain is going to explode, I'm going to be finished!

Even if Zhang Tianshou was as bold as Zhang Tianshou was stunned, the information flow did not talk about martial arts and was forcibly entered into the brain.

Made, is there hell in front of you?

I don't know when, he stood in front of an archway, his eyes were empty, and in front of him, there was an endless city wall.

The most terrifying thing is that Zhang Tianshou found that the place where he was standing, perhaps part of the painting, felt thick and cold.

Look at yourself, wearing an old blue-gray linen robe, an unusually old design. A windbreak lamp in the left hand, scattering the light of dusk; In his right hand, he holds a mallet that beats gongs and drums.

Zhang Tianshou was stunned, "Did I sneak into the painting?" ’

Under his feet are cyan floor tiles, each of which is huge, a meter wide and a foot long.

One step, one piece, cold, rough, ancient.