Huadu macho

Similar to magic, it is also recorded in the chapter "Stealing Peach" in Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" in the Qing Dynasty, and it is obviously better than "Rope Skills".

A young scholar who went to Fucheng to rush for an exam, "Naochun" on the day before the Spring Festival, watched the excitement on the street with his friends.

A busker led a child with long hair, carrying a burden, and squeezed to a certain hall where several red-clothed officials were sitting.

The official asked the artist to turn into a peach, and the artist said: "This is a world of ice and snow, where there are peaches in the world, only the flower orchard of the Queen Mother in the sky has peaches all the year round, 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. The end of the rope seemed to be hanging in the sky out of thin air, and then rose higher and higher until the bundle of ropes was pulled out.

The artist handed the end of the rope to the child, and the child moved his hands and pedals, and gradually climbed up like a spider climbing a thread, until it disappeared without a trace.

After a while, a bowl of peaches suddenly fell to the ground.

Artists hurriedly held them up and presented them to the officials in the hall. Everyone passed them on to each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

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!"

While speaking, a bloody thing fell from the sky, it was the child's head.Immediately afterwards, human feet, limbs and half of the body fell.

The entertainer cried loudly, took out a wooden box and picked up the children's bones one by one into the box, closed the box lid, turned around and knelt down to the official, and said, "This is the old man's son, who follows me around as a performer. Today, the chief forcefully forced me to become a peach and let my son die miserably, so why don’t you give me some money for burning and burying?”

The officials in the hall were all scared, and they hurriedly took out gold and silver to the artist.

The artist got up to put the money in, and raised his hand to pat the wooden box: "My son, don't come out to thank me!"

In the blink of an eye, the lid of the box was arched open, and the child with disheveled hair jumped out of the box intact, saluted with a smile, and thanked the officials.

Su Qingchu did not study the history of magic like Brando did, but he had read "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and he was even more impressed with the "immortal cable" described in the chapter "Stealing the Peach". Even looked up relevant information on the Internet.

"But it is said that this is just a legend in the magic world. So far, no one has seen anyone perform a real magic trick. Isn't there no one who has won the reward offered by the Queen of England?"

Brando obviously didn't see it that way, he puffed out the smoke and said, "No wind, no waves, since this legend of magic will be passed down, there must be a reason for it..."

"The Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti in the Himalayas, the Bermuda Triangle...there are so many unsolved mysteries in the world, and it's worth spending your whole life searching for an illusory rumor. Mr. Bai, do you think it's worth it?"

Brando pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Would you believe me if I said I've seen it?"

"Mr. Bai, I'm telling you something serious, please don't use such ridiculous excuses to perfuse me."

Su Qingchu has always believed that excessively fluctuating emotions are the enemy of reason, but this time, she was really angry.

"18 years ago, the woman I loved the most died of dystocia. I was so desperate at that time that I walked the streets with our child like a walking dead all night..."

Brando's hands trembled slightly, inches of soot fell on the carpet, and shattered into a cluster of pure white dust like snow.

Su Qingchu didn't know why Brando suddenly brought up this painful past, and she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only hold Brando's hand lightly, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

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

"It was an old man in his 80s and [-]s. He looked no different from those vegetable farmers who went to the city to sell vegetables... At that time, he asked me, if you take your child to commit suicide, does the child's mother know? I told him, I just want to take care of the child Go find her mother."

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

She was only adopted by Brando 15 years ago. At that time, Brando was already successful and famous. She only knew that this man who had no adoptive father's name but had a adoptive father had experienced the pain of losing his wife, but she never knew that there was such a thing in it. An unknown past.

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

"What?" Su Qingchu could hardly believe her ears, "He... really let you... meet your wife?"

"Yes... I still clearly remember that after the old man said this, Wenzi walked out of the morning mist on the river, just like a fairy walking gently on the waves in the myth. Although her body was so cold, she But I can touch her face and hold her hand like I used to... She and I recalled a lot of good times we used to be together, and let me live a good life, raise our children, and then With the morning mist, it disappeared into the rising sun..."

"That old man... is a magician? He used the technique of 'Shenxian Suo'?" Su Qingchu couldn't help being stunned. She began to understand why Brando had been obsessed with magic for more than ten years.

"I once visited a magician in India who told me that 'sacred rope' is essentially an illusion.

It is different from the so-called "illusion" of modern magicians who use technology to sell dog meat, but it is a real magic technique.

It is said that even in ancient times, illusion was the ultimate magic that only a very small number of magicians could master, but no one knows whether it still has inheritance.

But the matter of that old man made me sure that somewhere in this world, there must still be people inheriting this ancient and mysterious magic technique. "

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

"As the young man said, the essence of magic is a kind of deception. Who can tell whether it is true or not?" Brando smiled self-deprecatingly, and casually extinguished the cigar in his hand, "I can't but It's just a gamble..."

……

Tunghai University, formerly known as Tunghai Teachers College, three years ago, with the vigorous promotion of the education department of Sanshan City, a number of colleges and universities merged, and this is how Tunghai University is today.

Even so, the locals are still used to calling it East Normal University, and even the bus stop sign has not been changed.

According to Internet rumors, every year in mid-September is the busiest time for freshmen to start school, especially at the school bus pick-up station, where there will always be some very kind seniors guarding day and night, and spare no effort to carry luggage and guide the freshmen. His enthusiasm is comparable to that of a buddy holding a sign at the exit of a train station to solicit customers to stay in the hotel.

Of course, the only ones who can enjoy this kind of VIP treatment are those ignorant juniors, and juniors have always belonged to the disadvantaged group that is directly ignored.Similar to magic, it is also recorded in the chapter "Stealing Peach" in Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" in the Qing Dynasty, and it is obviously better than "Rope Skills".

A young scholar who went to Fucheng to rush for an exam, "Naochun" on the day before the Spring Festival, watched the excitement on the street with his friends.

A busker led a child with long hair, carrying a burden, and squeezed to a certain hall where several red-clothed officials were sitting.

The official asked the artist to turn into a peach, and the artist said: "This is a world of ice and snow, where there are peaches in the world, only the flower orchard of the Queen Mother in the sky has peaches all the year round, 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. The end of the rope seemed to be hanging in the sky out of thin air, and then rose higher and higher until the bundle of ropes was pulled out.

The artist handed the end of the rope to the child, and the child moved his hands and pedals, and gradually climbed up like a spider climbing a thread, until it disappeared without a trace.

After a while, a bowl of peaches suddenly fell to the ground.

Artists hurriedly held them up and presented them to the officials in the hall. Everyone passed them on to each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

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!"

While speaking, a bloody thing fell from the sky, it was the child's head.Immediately afterwards, human feet, limbs and half of the body fell.

The entertainer cried loudly, took out a wooden box and picked up the children's bones one by one into the box, closed the box lid, turned around and knelt down to the official, and said, "This is the old man's son, who follows me around as a performer. Today, the chief forcefully forced me to become a peach and let my son die miserably, so why don’t you give me some money for burning and burying?”

The officials in the hall were all scared, and they hurriedly took out gold and silver to the artist.

The artist got up to put the money in, and raised his hand to pat the wooden box: "My son, don't come out to thank me!"

In the blink of an eye, the lid of the box was arched open, and the child with disheveled hair jumped out of the box intact, saluted with a smile, and thanked the officials.

Su Qingchu did not study the history of magic like Brando did, but he had read "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and he was even more impressed with the "immortal cable" described in the chapter "Stealing the Peach". Even looked up relevant information on the Internet.

"But it is said that this is just a legend in the magic world. So far, no one has seen anyone perform a real magic trick. Isn't there no one who has won the reward offered by the Queen of England?"

Brando obviously didn't see it that way, he puffed out the smoke and said, "No wind, no waves, since this legend of magic will be passed down, there must be a reason for it..."

"The Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti in the Himalayas, the Bermuda Triangle...there are so many unsolved mysteries in the world, and it's worth spending your whole life searching for an illusory rumor. Mr. Bai, do you think it's worth it?"

Brando pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Would you believe me if I said I've seen it?"

"Mr. Bai, I'm telling you something serious, please don't use such ridiculous excuses to perfuse me."

Su Qingchu has always believed that excessively fluctuating emotions are the enemy of reason, but this time, she was really angry.

"18 years ago, the woman I loved the most died of dystocia. I was so desperate at that time that I walked the streets with our child like a walking dead all night..."

Brando's hands trembled slightly, inches of soot fell on the carpet, and shattered into a cluster of pure white dust like snow.

Su Qingchu didn't know why Brando suddenly brought up this painful past, and she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only hold Brando's hand lightly, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

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

"It was an old man in his 80s and [-]s. He looked no different from those vegetable farmers who went to the city to sell vegetables... At that time, he asked me, if you take your child to commit suicide, does the child's mother know? I told him, I just want to take care of the child Go find her mother."

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

She was only adopted by Brando 15 years ago. At that time, Brando was already successful and famous. She only knew that this man who had no adoptive father's name but had a adoptive father had experienced the pain of losing his wife, but she never knew that there was such a thing in it. An unknown past.

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

"What?" Su Qingchu could hardly believe her ears, "He... really let you... meet your wife?"

"Yes... I still clearly remember that after the old man said this, Wenzi walked out of the morning mist on the river, just like a fairy walking gently on the waves in the myth. Although her body was so cold, she But I can touch her face and hold her hand like I used to... She and I recalled a lot of good times we used to be together, and let me live a good life, raise our children, and then With the morning mist, it disappeared into the rising sun..."

"That old man... is a magician? He used the technique of 'Shenxian Suo'?" Su Qingchu couldn't help being stunned. She began to understand why Brando had been obsessed with magic for more than ten years.

"I once visited a magician in India who told me that 'sacred rope' is essentially an illusion.

It is different from the so-called "illusion" of modern magicians who use technology to sell dog meat, but it is a real magic technique.

It is said that even in ancient times, illusion was the ultimate magic that only a very small number of magicians could master, but no one knows whether it still has inheritance.

But the matter of that old man made me sure that somewhere in this world, there must still be people inheriting this ancient and mysterious magic technique. "

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

"As the young man said, the essence of magic is a kind of deception. Who can tell whether it is true or not?" Brando smiled self-deprecatingly, and casually extinguished the cigar in his hand, "I can't but It's just a gamble..."

……

Tunghai University, formerly known as Tunghai Teachers College, three years ago, with the vigorous promotion of the education department of Sanshan City, a number of colleges and universities merged, and this is how Tunghai University is today.

Even so, the locals are still used to calling it East Normal University, and even the bus stop sign has not been changed.

According to Internet rumors, every year in mid-September is the busiest time for freshmen to start school, especially at the school bus pick-up station, where there will always be some very kind seniors guarding day and night, and spare no effort to carry luggage and guide the freshmen. His enthusiasm is comparable to that of a buddy holding a sign at the exit of a train station to solicit customers to stay in the hotel.

Of course, the only ones who can enjoy this kind of VIP treatment are those ignorant juniors, and juniors have always belonged to the disadvantaged group that is directly ignored.