Although there is no key in the gold box, there is a "brush" hidden, but it is not used for ordinary writing brushes. It should be a large brush used to paint ink and landscapes. Based on the principle of seeing it as the real thing, I will not be confused anymore and believe in my own eyes: "This is just a brush, not anything else."

Master Sun Jiu scratched his bald head and shook his head, "There is a brush hidden in the stone coffin gold box. What is the mystery of this? Why did Captain Feng say in his suicide note that it was the key to open the gate of the ancient tomb of the Earth Immortal? Is it a false thing about the mystery of the mountain viewing poem? Or did he deliberately mislead others before he died? Now my mind is a little overwhelmed. It seems that it is time to retire."

Shirley Yang said: "I think the leader of the group is about to die and his words are good, but he is not. If this thing is just a brush with the ancient tomb of Dixian Village, what is the point of lying to us? There are many incredible things in the mystery of the mountain fingers, and most of them are difficult for ordinary people to predict. Perhaps this brush is the key to opening the door of the ancient tomb..."

As she spoke, Shirley Yang took out the brush from the golden box and looked carefully. It was not embroidered, but also made of pure gold. Two lines of words were engraved on the golden pen. She said one by one: "Watching the mountain magic pen, drawing the ground as a door... What does this mean? Can you use this pen to pass through the door on the ground? How could it be..."

The fat man suddenly thought of something: "Hey... I seem to have heard of this before. If you have a magic pen to draw something, you can turn it into real land. You can draw a road and climb the wall with a bamboo ladder. But I really can't remember it very clearly... When I saw the land when I was fighting in a tomb? Do you still have the impression of Lao Hu?"

I said, "Sir Wang, you are confused. But maybe you love our career too much, otherwise how could you think of everything? I remember it clearly. It is either a villain's book or an animation, called "Ma Liang, a magic pen". This story has been around for a while and is not a few years younger than me.

The fat man hurriedly said, "Yes, it's this joke. Is this what the Guanshan Magic Pen mean? Let's draw a tomb door wherever we see it, and then push it in. Judging from the rich experience of fighting in the past half of our life... we have 80% let the militia in Dixian Village make a trick, which is simply an insult to our IQ. If we draw the door with a pen, can we enter the door with a fucking fuck!"

Shirley Yang didn't know what we were talking about, so he asked me, "How do you say things... Have you really happened in ancient times?"

I smiled bitterly and said that it was not an incident at all. It was a mythical story in China in the 1950s. It said that there was a poor child named Ma Liang who had artistic cells since he was a child and did not honestly grazed cattle. Instead, he loved to engage in art creation. Although he had never studied it for a day, he was not as good as his drawings. The teachers in the Academy of Fine Arts did not draw as good as him. Moreover, he had a habit of drawing wherever he went regardless of occasion or location.

His only dream was to have a pen of his own. One night, a white-bearded old man came out from somewhere. The old man gave him a brush and asked him to draw whatever he wanted. From then on, Ma Liang used this pen to draw.

Unexpectedly, this pen was a magic pen, and everything he drew could become real. A crane immediately soared into the sky, and a ox could immediately pull the plow. Later, when the ruling class of the working people learned about this, he grabbed Ma Liang and locked him in prison. At night, Ma Liang drew a door in the cell. When he pushed it over, the door opened. He drew another ladder and successfully climbed over the wall and escaped from prison.

Finally, he was caught in the palace and drew a mountain of gold for the emperor. In front of the mountain was a vast ocean. The emperor and ministers and other bad guys sat in Ma Liang's treasure boat to transport gold to the mountain, but Ma Liang secretly drew a storm, knocking the ship overturned, and all the bad guys were drowned in the sea.

The magic pen Ma Liang eliminated the exploitation of the people's emperors, and returned to the people with the magic pen, and painted them specifically for the poor people. His story was the favorite story of the children at that time in the 1950s and 1960s, and similarly there were secrets of treasure gourds, etc. But why did we like this story when we were young? I don't know anything about others. Anyway, the fat man and I were still very enlightened when we were seven or eight years old. We imagined all day long that we could have such a magic pen, so that we could draw cream popsicles for ourselves. As we wanted to eat as much as we wanted, we also agreed that the Ma Liang magic pen was better than the treasure gourds, because we imagined it deeply for a long time back then, so we still remember it clearly until now.

Shirley Yang smiled and said, "It seems that you were already very ambitious when you were a child, but is this mountain viewing magic pen the same as the story you just told? Can you really draw the gate of the ancient tomb of Dixian Village?"

Mr. Sun Jiu sighed at this: "It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous. We are here to find an ancient cemetery. We can't play the piano any more. We need to give more constructive ideas. I think there will be a mezzanine layer in this mountain-watching magic pen? Maybe there is a key hidden in the pen holder."

I picked up the gold box and the magic pen and looked at it several times. The gold pen is a hollow space. There is no mezzanine, but I found that there seems to be another mystery on the gold box. The hollow space pattern on the box is in the Ming Dynasty style, with mountains and flowing waters and figures. The whole is a mountain like a stone screen. The river valleys below the mountains are densely forested. Another immortal paints on a mountain between two stone screens. The figures drawn by the immortal seem to be a gate.

I saw that there were flying swallows on the mountain and river in the golden box pattern, which looked like the temperament of the ground in front of the "Soul Scaring Platform". If the tomb gate was at the bottom of this canyon, it also corresponded to what I said before - the ancient tomb of Dixian Village must not be too far from the "Coffin Gorge" where the wind and energy are hidden, and the "Survey Mountain Viewing" exhausted all the strange and bizarre thoughts, which were mostly not understood by conventional ideas. Perhaps there was a special place in the canyon, and it was unknown that you could draw mountains and clear the way with that magic brush.

I thought to myself that the next step was to find a place without dead bodies. In order to use the "Guixu Gua Mirror" to understand the mystery of the ancient tomb. It is useless to stay in the hanging coffin tomb at this time. Why not just go to the bottom of the canyon to kill two birds with one stone? As long as you try it in person, you will know whether the magic stroke door is true or false.

I made up my mind and took the golden box magic pen together. Let everyone find a way to go down the mountain. Professor Sun pointed at Nabashan Ape and asked me: "What should I do with this guy? Isn't it pitiful when his owner died and wandered alone in the barren mountains? How about I bring it back to Beijing?"

I pondered a little and told Professor Sun that this idea was not feasible. Now it is impossible to take wild animals on the road. I can't keep them at home even if I take them back. Moreover, the Bashan ape has been wandering around for ten years, which shows that it is very fond of its owner. As the saying goes, "The elk returns to the mountain and the qilin gives it to the pavilion." The deep mountains and forests are its destination. Let it go.

I persuaded him for a while. Professor Sun finally gave up his unrealistic idea. Everyone kept watching Nabashan ape climbing the cliff and hiding into the clouds and mist before setting off.

The cave tomb is not far from the bottom of the valley, and there are cage-clad bird paths that connect to each other. From the cliffs and clouds, it only rushes and roars through the mountains and swims through the mountains. When you are here, it is like being in the depths of a mountain crack at a height of thousands of feet above you. The sky is intermittent at more than a thousand meters above you, but it can be seen vaguely, as if you have entered a completely isolated area.

The terrain at the bottom of the canyon is relatively open, which is completely different from the middle of the canyon. Although the steep cliffs above are narrow, the mountain roots are deep inwards on both sides of the river channel. The edges of the riverbed are covered with smooth pebbles like mirrors. Weeds and wild flowers are growing in the cracks of the rocks, and many strange tree species are grown that are not well-known.

The sun is not seen here all year round, and the mist is everywhere, which makes the nearby plants extremely gloomy. In addition, the weather is stuffy, hot and humid, which can easily cause people to feel inexplicably irritable and restless.

I looked for a while with the scene depicted in the golden box and saw a fork in the canyon, with a dry bluestone river channel inside. If I didn't go deep, I would reach the end. It was a waterfall embedded in the mountains. However, the waterfall was either diverted or dried. There was no water source and there was only a slippery cliff left in front of me.

Before the waterfall dried up, I didn't know that the mountain wall had been washed away for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It was as smooth as a stone mirror. There were five dense old trees in front of the wall. The branches and forks were so full that they were scattered, which was very similar to the pattern on the golden box. The immortal used his magical strokes to draw the door, which should be the rock wall on the waterless waterfall.

But the mountain in front of me is integrated, and there is no trace of artificially trimmed ground. You can use a brush to draw a door on it? It is unlikely that, unless the magical pen that observes the mountain is really a "magic pen" that can depict miracles.

Everyone looked at each other in this regard. Who would be so stupid that he took a pen to the painting door on the mountain to open the way? When he returned, he was found out. Wouldn't the reputation of "The Golden-Touching Captain" become a laughing stock?
Chapter completed!