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"Old Zhang, don't look for it."

At this moment, Wang Guan blinked and suddenly said, "The thing is on the table."

"What?"

Old Zhang was stunned and looked back at the table, but still saw nothing. He immediately glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Where is there anything? I thought I was dizzy and could not see anything clearly?"

"Old Zhang, how dare I?" Wang Guan shook his head quickly and swore to Dandan: "The thing is really on the table."

"Um?"

It felt that Wang Guan was not lying, so Mr. Zhang immediately frowned and looked at it carefully.

The table is made of good black rosewood. Although it is not painted, the quality of the wood body is very good. After careful care, the surface emits a brighter luster.

With such a clean table, you can definitely see what is on it at a glance. However, there are exceptions. Old Zhang took a look and found nothing. After careful observation, he found a clue.

“Huh?”

After discovering the clue, Mr. Zhang was stunned: "Is this... a brush?"

"It's still a brush."

At this time, Fang Mingsheng also saw something, and was naturally very surprised: "Is this small pen hidden among the big pen?"

Of course, the small pen in Fang Mingsheng's mouth is only relatively speaking. In fact, this pen is not small, it can only be said to be a relatively normal model, but compared to the large pen with a thicker arm, it is actually a small pen.

In addition, this one should be a wooden pen. The color of the pen tube is very similar to that of the black rosette, so it is so inconspicuous when put on the table that people ignore it after seeing it.

"It's a loss, it's a loss."

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Wang Guan, you lost the bet. It seems that you will really have to wait until next year."

"Not to it."

Wang Guan touched his nose, scratched his head and said, "After all, something hidden so tightly shouldn't be ordinary."

“This is hard to say.”

Mr. Zhang shook his head and said, "Hide things may not be a precious treasure, and they may have some special significance. Just like the ancients who hid their letters and wrote letters, it is a commemorative act."

"Yeah."

Wang Guan looked unwilling and directly reached out to pick up the brush on the table.

"Ah. What's going on?"

At this moment, something strange happened suddenly. The pen tube, which was black and purple, suddenly turned slightly yellow when it swayed, just like the skin color of Wang Guan's palm.

Zhang Lao and Fang Mingsheng naturally saw this situation and were stunned for a moment. Unbelievable. They couldn't help but rub their eyes, wondering if they were too tired and had hallucinations.

"Old Zhang..."

At the right time, Wang Guan also had some surprises: "This thing... seems to be something wrong."

While speaking, Wang Guan put the brush down and saw that the brush changed color in an instant, silently blending with the color of the desktop.

"...This is simply a chameleon!" Fang Mingsheng calmed down and a scorching light shone in his eyes. Seeing this situation, even the stupidest person should know that this seemingly inconspicuous brush must be extraordinary.

"Don't move!"

When Fang Mingsheng was about to try, Mr. Zhang first reached out and grabbed the brush into his hand, and looked at the pen tube that turned pale yellow in an instant, with his eyes full of awe and bizarre expressions.

In addition to observing, Mr. Zhang also took the brush to different places and observed its color changes. He saw that the brush did not disappoint the name of chameleon and immediately showed different colors in different environments.

In the table is a slightly black and purple color. In the hands is a light yellow color, under the light, and next to the leaves of the bonsai, it looks green and oily...

Mr. Zhang's enthusiastic experiment was at least half an hour later, and he gradually calmed down and focused on the material of the brush: "The texture of this brush is not a wooden material, but a bit like... jade."

"Jade?" Wang Guan and Fang Mingsheng were a little surprised.

"If it is not jade, it should also be related to jade." Zhang Lao pondered: "In fact, compared to the pen tube, I care more about the tip of the brush. I don't know what animal hair is made of, but it can actually show different colors with the changes in the environment like the pen tube."

“Yes, it’s very magical.”

Fang Mingsheng nodded repeatedly, and then tried hard to recall: "I remember Mr. Zeng told me that in ancient times there seemed to be a kind of white bear, living in the north with ice and snow. This kind of bear is not a real white bear, but because the ice and snow in the north have not melted all year round, the sky and earth are covered with whiteness, so the bear fur is white."

Wang Guan heard the implicit sound: "What do you mean is that the bear hair of this kind of bear has no color, but changes with the color of the environment?"

"Yes, that's it." Fang Mingsheng certainly said, and sighed a little more: "Because there is no physical evidence, I thought it was just a legend, but when I saw the situation of the pen, I felt that what Mr. Zeng said was probably the real thing."

"Is there such a strange bear?"

At the right time, Mr. Zhang said in surprise: "I have never heard of it before, and it turns out that learning is endless."

"Old Zhang, whether the pen tip is Xiong Mao will be studied slowly in the future."

At the same time, Wang Guan said with great interest: "I am very curious now. What is the origin of this pen? Such a magical treasure should have been recorded in ancient times, right?"

"You are right. This thing is not only recorded in ancient times, but also very famous." Old Zhang said solemnly: "If I was not wrong, this thing should be a famous five-color pen."

"Five-color pen?"

Wang Guan was stunned, suddenly reacted and said in surprise: "The five-color pen with dream pens?"

"Yes, I think it's this thing."

At this time, Mr. Zhang nodded and sighed: "Since the invention of the brush, ancient people have had a special feeling about this kind of thing, and there have been more strange stories about brushes. A more famous example is the large brush we just talked about. The protagonist of this allusion is Wang Xun, who was active in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which is what we call the Southern and Northern Dynasties. However, from that time on, not only did Wang Xun dream of the brush while sleeping, but also some allusions of dreaming about brushes."

"The protagonist of one of the allusions is perhaps more famous than Wang Xun. He is Jiang Yan, the protagonist who has lost all his talents."

Mr. Zhang was excited and talked in a leisurely manner: "According to Zhong Rong's "Poetry of Qi Guanglu Jiang Yan", the talented man Jiang Yan is famous for his outstanding talent. In his later years, he met the immortal Guo Pu in his dream and asked him for a five-color pen, which he naturally gave. From then on, Jiang Yan found that he could no longer write poems, and the idiom Jiang Lang's talent came from then on."

"The things in the dream must not be taken seriously. As we all know, the reason why Jiang Yan had exhausted his talents was nothing more than that after becoming a high-ranking official, he focused on political affairs, and his talent in poetry and prose naturally declined. But no matter what, this is the first record of the five-color pen."

Mr. Zhang raised a finger and then continued: "The second record is that a man named Lian Guang took a pen from a hermit when he was collecting herbs in Mount Tai. Everything drawn with this pen would run out of the painting and become real things. However, Lian Guang was also considered a person who knew magic because of this pen, and was imprisoned. Later, he heard the hermit's suggestion in his dream, and a giant bird in the painting was successfully escaped from prison."

"Does this story sound familiar?"

At the right time, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but smile and said, "It is said that the cartoon of Ma Liang's magic brush was adapted from this allusion, and the pen in the story is naturally a five-color brush."

"Of course, the most classic allusion is what Wang Guan just mentioned."

While speaking, Mr. Zhang's smile became stronger: "Often people hear the idiom "Miao Bi Sheng Hua", probably knows that it is a metaphor written very well, but they may not know the source of "Miao Bi Sheng Hua"... You know clearly."

Glazed at Wang Guan, Old Zhang waved his hand and said, "Don't speak, let me say it."

"Old Zhang, we all know the allusion you said, there is no need to continue talking about it."

Wang Guan smiled and said, "In the book of Kaiyuan Tianbao's Left Stories, when Li Bai was young, the pen used in his dreams was blooming on the tip of his pen, and he was famous all over the world. This has become one of the most commonly used allusions in poetry. For example, in Li Shangyin's "Remembering Yan Wuguangxiu on the River", there is a poem about a long sword under the curtain of Zhengnan, and the dream pen is hidden deep in five colors."

"It's not just Li Bai..."

Mr. Zhang was a little disappointed about Wang Guan's behavior of robbing words: "There is also Li Jiao of the Tang Dynasty. He dreamed of having two pens left by a god (given) when he was a child, so he gradually gained academic studies. On the night of Fan Zhi's birth in the Northern Song Dynasty, his mother dreamed of being a god and giving him a five-color pen. He could be a member of the thirteenth chapter of the Shangshu and taught his students."

"In other words, the legend about the Five Color Pen was common from the Southern and Northern Dynasties to the Song Dynasty."

At this time, Mr. Zhang's expression was a bit concise: "It's just that I don't know if this five-color pen was first, so there are many legends. It's because of the legend that someone made this five-color pen based on the legend. The so-called five-color pen, or the homonym of colorlessness. After all, the brush has no color, so it will show different colors."

"Old Zhang, you want to say that if you had five-color pens first, then the people you listed just now probably didn't dream of five-color pens, but they collected five-color pens, right?" Wang Guan guessed.

"It's not impossible." Old Zhang nodded and said, "Otherwise, these dreams would be too frequent, and they were almost inherited from the same lineage. However, if you have a strange treasure, you must be careful, so it's a dream."

"The past is like smoke, there is no need to be serious." Wang Guan shook his head gently and said with a bright smile: "As long as it can be proved that this is the legendary five-color pen. Mr. Zhang said this is a strange treasure, then it should be more valuable than Wu Zhen's fisherman's picture, right?"

"How can we compare?"
Chapter completed!