Lying on the bed, Chen Tao was not sleepy at all. Haozi on the side was sleeping soundly, snoring so loudly that his snores slid down the corners of his mouth and into his neck.
Chen Tao stared blankly at the dark roof. There seemed to be fire clouds rolling in the darkness, sometimes rolling up to the roof, and sometimes rushing toward his face.
The rain was pattering outside, and Chen Tao thought about his past over and over again.
He was just an ordinary, most ordinary person. He went to a second-level university and studied a so-so and unpopular history major. After graduation, he relied on the little knowledge he learned to work in Uncle Long's shop.
He only knew that his grandfather had worked hard all his life to build a huge antique business for his family, and even his family surnamed Chen dominated the entire ancient city's business.
As long as he could remember, the family's assistants had changed one after another, and there were always a few new faces appearing in the Chen family's old house, but after a while, they disappeared again.
Until one day, he accidentally broke into the Chen family ancestral hall and found a secret passage under the tribute table where the spiritual tablets were placed.
The secret passage was dark and deep. At that time, Chen Tao did not dare to go down at all. He could only poke his little head and keep looking inside.
The sight of this scared me so much that I peed my pants!
In the darkness, he could only see a pair of glowing eyes staring at him from the depths of the faint tunnel!
From that day on, Chen Tao seemed to have lost his memory. He only vaguely remembered that he was seriously ill. When he woke up, he found that he was blind.
For three whole years he couldn't see anything.
How his eyes got better later, but Chen Tao has no memory at all. Those few years seem to have jumped inexplicably. Chen Tao himself can't even remember whether he was blind.
"That's right, Bronze Man!"
Chen Tao thought of the bronze man.
Chen Tao groped his way up and looked at Li Hao who was sleeping like a dead pig through the light of his mobile phone. He crept out of bed, poured a glass of water and sat in front of a wooden table outside the bedroom. He took out one from the drawer. A magnifying glass made of copper with exquisite patterns carved on it.
"It seems that this kid Haozi has hidden a lot of good things. A magnifying glass is so fancy."
"I can't sleep anyway, I want to see what's wrong with you!"
With the help of a magnifying glass, Chen Tao carefully studied the bronze figure in his hand.
There is nothing strange about the bronze figure under the light. Under the illumination of the desk lamp, it glows with the unique metallic luster of bronze.
"I've been carrying it in my pocket for the past few days, and it's quite shiny."
After thinking about it for a long time, there is nothing special about this bronze man except for its unusually long limbs and its head that is simplified into a circle.
Chen Tao felt a little disappointed. He held his chin and tilted his head. The thumb of one hand rubbed the bark-like armor on the tree man's upper body. These tiny protrusions felt quite comfortable.
"Huh? These bumps!"
In an instant, as if he had caught something, a light flashed in Chen Tao's mind. He sat up with great interest, picked up a magnifying glass and looked carefully at the small bumps on the bronze man's body.
With the help of a magnifying glass, you can see that the convex surface on the tree man's body is not purely smooth. There are many small black spots on it, as well as a little bit of patina and pits.
"It seems, nothing special?"
Chen Tao was a little disappointed. He took a sip of water and kept tapping the table with one hand. In the quiet night, there was a burst of tapping sounds.
Not knowing whether he had a twitch or something, Chen Tao unconsciously picked up the bronze figure on the table and threw it into the transparent glass. Then he put the magnifying glass on the mouth of the cup like a lid, and unconsciously took it in his hand. He used a small flashlight to shine on the bronze figure in the cup.
"What's the secret?"
Chen Tao murmured quietly, but moved the cup to the edge of the table, exposing half of the bottom of the cup, and used a small flashlight to shine upward from the bottom of the cup.
The light passed through the bottom of the cup, the water surface and the magnifying glass, and some large and small shadows began to appear on the surrounding walls.
Chen Tao became interested and slowly turned the cup. The black shadows around him began to change and slowly began to gather somewhere. When he turned to a certain angle, he saw an incredible scene.
"Holy crap, no!"
The black shadow finally gathered on a wall in the room, and Chen Tao could see clearly that it was a mountain! A fairy mountain on the sea!
In order to see more clearly, Chen Tao turned off the desk lamp and looked carefully at the pattern on the wall.
In the picture, a majestic and majestic mountain range is standing among the clouds. Below the mountain is the endless sea, with rolling waves hitting the rocks below the mountain. The auspicious clouds on the top of the mountain are misty, and a few small black figures are shuttled among them. Chen Tao stared intently and saw that they were cranes one by one.
"Holy crap, it's really fake!"
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or if his imagination is too rich. What he sees in front of him makes Chen Tao a little unbelievable. If it is a coincidence, this is too damn a coincidence!
In shock, Chen Tao continued to slowly turn the cup, and the patterns on the wall began to change. The mountain split bit by bit, the sea level rose, the clouds gathered, the cranes fled in all directions, and all the black shadows began to gather, squirming like a black mist, and gradually turned into an immortal with long hair and flowing clothes. He kept his finger raised, pointing forward.
Chen Tao looked along the immortal's finger and saw that it was due east.
"Is this...an immortal guide?"
For a moment, Chen Tao felt as if his head had exploded, and countless fragments were tumbling and flickering in his mind. He seemed to have accidentally opened a clue, but this clue left him powerless. Confused, he remembered some myths and legends he had read before.
In ancient times, our ancestors believed that there were five sacred mountains on the sea: Daiyu, Yuanqiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou and Penglai.
According to Liezi Tangwen: "The mountains are 30,000 miles high and circumferential, and the flat tops are 9,000 miles away. The mountains in the middle are 70,000 miles apart, so they are considered neighbors. The terraces and temples above are all made of gold and jade, and the animals on them are all pure silk."
The trees in Zhugan are full of knots, and the flowers and fruits are all flavorful. Those who eat them will not grow old or die. The people who live there are all immortals and saints, and there are countless people who fly to and from each other day and night. The roots of the five mountains are not connected to the chopsticks, and they often go up and down with the tide..." Finally, the two mountains drifted away without a trace, leaving only Fanghu (Abbott), Yingzhou, and Penglai mountains.
In ancient times, there were countless people who pursued the wonders and wild trails. Because the class gap was too large at that time, people living at the bottom had been enduring exploitation and oppression by the powerful. Many courageous and knowledgeable people had the mentality of escaping reality and went to find places with beautiful mountains and rivers to cultivate their sentiments. .
Especially in the era of constant wars, many people want to leave places where life is difficult and find another place to live a leisurely and contented life in seclusion.
However, what makes people feel very distressed is that although it is rumored that there are endless delicious fruits and scenic spots on Haixian Mountain in the Middle East. But these five mountains have no foundation. They are like ships drifting on the sea, gradually drifting towards the dark and cold North Pole where the sun cannot shine and the moon cannot shine... .
Although no one has ever actually been to the so-called fairy mountain, the description of the fairy mountain in the legend: beautiful natural environment, eating immortal fruit, drinking spring water like fine wine, and mysterious immortal protection. These are all It was a place that people at that time highly desired to live in. Many beautiful mythical stories were developed with the legendary Fairy Mountain in the East China Sea as the background, and have been passed down to this day.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's incredible! How did the ancients hide two such large pictures on the bronze man's armor? It's amazing!"
After the surprise, he became uncontrollably excited. Chen Tao continued to turn the cup for a long time, and found that these two patterns only appeared at a specific angle.
Chen Tao took out his cell phone and took as many photos as possible, put away the copper figure again, and returned to bed with excitement. He tossed and turned for a while, thinking wildly in his mind.
"That's not right... the pattern on this bronze figure is the seaside... but the guy sent back by Uncle Long disappeared in Shanxi. Is it possible... is there any connection between the two? Or...".
Thinking of the series of bad things that happened in the past few days, Chen Tao had a hunch that this matter was not that simple!
But……
Dad, Mom, Uncle Long, where have you been?
Who can tell me what is going on...
"well……"
In the darkness, Chen Tao sighed heavily, just thinking wildly. His consciousness became increasingly difficult to concentrate and blurred...
In the dream, he was rowing a small boat drifting on the endless sea. Suddenly, the sky was violently windy, dark clouds, thunder and lightning. In the storm, he was like a leaf rolling and fading on the sea. The sea water It was slapped on his face again and again and poured into his mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to breathe.
I don’t know how long it took, but he appeared under a majestic mountain with tall pines. On the mountain, auspicious clouds were rolling, cranes were crowing, and an immortal with white hair and beard, wearing red clothes and feathers, was waving to him...
