Similar to magic, it is also recorded in the chapter "Stealing Peach" in Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in the Qing Dynasty, and it is obviously better than "Rope Technique".
A young scholar who went to Fucheng to take the exam went to watch the excitement on the street with his friends on the day before the Spring Festival.
A busker led a child with long hair, carrying a load, and squeezed to a certain hall where several officials in red were sitting. There was a man in green, shouting for a performer.
The official asked the artist to turn into a peach, but the artist was confused: "In this world of ice and snow, there are no peaches on earth. Only the Queen Mother's flower orchard in heaven has peaches all year round, so we have no choice but to go up to heaven and steal them."
As he spoke, the artist took out a bundle of ropes, held 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 finished.
The artist handed the end of the rope to the child, and the child moved his hands and feet, gradually rising up like a spider crawling on silk, until it disappeared without a trace.
After a moment, a peach as big as a bowl suddenly fell to the ground.
The artist hurriedly picked it up and presented it to the officials in the hall. Everyone passed it around to look at it, and it was difficult to tell the authenticity.
At this moment, the rope suddenly fell to the ground, and the artist exclaimed: "Oh no! The gods cut the rope, and my son is dead!"
While he was talking, a bloody thing fell from the sky, which was the child's head. Immediately afterwards, human feet, limbs and half of the body fell.
The artist cried loudly. While crying, he took out a wooden box and picked up the child's bones one by one. He closed the lid of the box, turned around and knelt down to the official and said: "This old man only has one son who follows me around as a performer.
Today, the chief forced me to turn into a peach and let my son die miserably. You have to give me some money to burn and bury him, right?"
All the officials in the hall were so frightened that they quickly took out gold and silver and gave them to the artist.
The artist stood up and loaded the money, then raised his hand to pat the wooden box: "My son, why don't you come out to thank me for your reward!"
In the blink of an eye, the lid of the box was opened, 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, but he had read the supernatural novel "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", and was deeply impressed by the "magic rope" described in the chapter "Stealing Peach".
I even looked up relevant information online.
"But it is said that this is just a legend in the magic world. No one has ever seen anyone perform the real fairy rope magic. Isn't it true that no one has received the reward from the Queen of England?"
Brando obviously didn't see it that way. He puffed out smoke and said, "There's no smoke without fire. Since this magic legend will be passed down, there must be some truth to it..."
"The Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti in the Himalayas, the Bermuda Triangle... there are as many unsolved mysteries in the world as there are stars. It takes a lifetime to pursue a mythical rumor. Mr. Bai, do you think it is worth it?"
Brando pondered for a long time and suddenly said: "If I say I have seen it, would you believe it?"
"Mr. Bai, I'm talking to you about business. Please don't use such ridiculous excuses to deal with me."
Su Qingchu always believed that excessively volatile emotions were the enemy of reason, but this time, she was really a little angry.
"Eighteen years ago, the woman I loved most died in childbirth. I was so devastated that I walked around the streets all night holding our child like a zombie..."
Brando's hands were shaking slightly, and an inch-long piece of cigarette ash fell onto the carpet, breaking into a cluster of pure white snow-like dust.
Su Qingchu didn't know why Brando suddenly mentioned this painful past, and she didn't know how to comfort her. She could only gently hold Brando's hand, her beautiful eyes full of worry.
"I once thought about dying, but when I stood on the Sanshan Bridge holding our child, I met a person who changed my life..."
"That was an old man in his 70s or 80s. He looked no different from the vegetable farmers who go 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 him.
The child goes to find her mother."
"Then what?" Su Qingchu's heart couldn't help but clench together.
She was adopted by Brando fifteen years ago. At that time, Brando was already successful and famous. She only knew that this man who was not an adoptive father but was actually an adoptive father had experienced the pain of losing his wife, but she never knew that there were other things involved.
Such an unknown past event.
"At that time, the old man persuaded me that Huangquan has been a road since ancient times, and there are only people entering and not exiting. I said, I just went to my wife, and I had no intention of coming back. The old man shook his head and sighed, saying, I can't persuade you, so I'd better let you go
Your wife and children will come and persuade you..."
"What?" Su Qingchu could hardly believe his ears, "He...really let you...see your wife?"
"Yes... I still clearly remember that after the old man said these words, Wenzi walked out of the morning mist on the river, like a fairy walking slightly in the myth. Although her body was so cold, she
But I can touch her face and hold her hand like I once did... She and I recalled a lot of the good times we had together, and she also asked me to live well, raise our children, and then...
Along with the morning mist, it disappeared into the rising sun..."
"That old man... is a magician? He uses the 'magic rope' technique?" Su Qingchu couldn't help but be stunned. She began to understand why Brando had been obsessed with magic for more than ten years.
"I once visited an Indian magician, and he told me that the 'Magic Rope' is essentially an illusion.
It is different from the so-called "illusion" that modern magicians use technology to cheat, but it is a magic trick in the true sense.
It is said that even in ancient times, illusion was the ultimate magic that only a handful of magicians could master, but no one knows whether it is still passed down today.
But what happened to that old man made me certain 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 have 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 false?" Brando smiled self-deprecatingly and casually put out the cigar in his hand, "I can't do it either.
It's just gambling on luck..."
…
Tunghai University, formerly known as Tunghai Normal University, was merged with several higher education institutions three years ago under the strong promotion of the Sanshan City Education Department, and today's Tunghai University was born.
Despite this, the locals are still accustomed to calling it Eastern Normal University, and even the bus stop sign has not been changed.
According to Internet rumors, mid-September every year is the busiest time in the university during the freshman semester, especially at the school bus pick-up point. There are always some very friendly seniors stationed there day and night, sparing no effort to help the freshmen carry their luggage and guide them.
His enthusiasm is comparable to that of a friend holding a sign at the exit of a train station to attract guests to stay in a hotel.
Of course, the only people who can enjoy this kind of VIP treatment are the ignorant school girls. The school students have always been a vulnerable group that is directly ignored. Similar to magic, the chapter "Stealing Peach" in Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in the Qing Dynasty
It is also recorded in "Rope Technique", and it is obviously better than "Rope Technique".
A young scholar who went to Fucheng to take the exam went to watch the excitement on the street with his friends on the day before the Spring Festival.
A busker led a child with long hair, carrying a load, and squeezed to a certain hall where several officials in red were sitting. There was a man in green, shouting for a performer.
The official asked the artist to turn into a peach, but the artist was confused: "In this world of ice and snow, there are no peaches on earth. Only the Queen Mother's flower orchard in heaven has peaches all year round, so we have no choice but to go up to heaven and steal them."
As he spoke, the artist took out a bundle of ropes, held 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 finished.
The artist handed the end of the rope to the child, and the child moved his hands and feet, gradually rising up like a spider crawling on silk, until it disappeared without a trace.
After a moment, a peach as big as a bowl suddenly fell to the ground.
The artist hurriedly picked it up and presented it to the officials in the hall. Everyone passed it around to look at it, and it was difficult to tell the authenticity.
At this moment, the rope suddenly fell to the ground, and the artist exclaimed: "Oh no! The gods cut the rope, and my son is dead!"
While he was talking, a bloody thing fell from the sky, which was the child's head. Immediately afterwards, human feet, limbs and half of the body fell.
The artist cried loudly. While crying, he took out a wooden box and picked up the child's bones one by one. He closed the lid of the box, turned around and knelt down to the official and said: "This old man only has one son who follows me around as a performer.
Today, the chief forced me to turn into a peach and let my son die miserably. You have to give me some money to burn and bury him, right?"
All the officials in the hall were so frightened that they quickly took out gold and silver and gave them to the artist.
The artist stood up and loaded the money, then raised his hand to pat the wooden box: "My son, why don't you come out to thank me for your reward!"
In the blink of an eye, the lid of the box was opened, 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, but he had read the supernatural novel "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", and was deeply impressed by the "magic rope" described in the chapter "Stealing Peach".
I even looked up relevant information online.
"But it is said that this is just a legend in the magic world. No one has ever seen anyone perform the real fairy rope magic. Isn't it true that no one has received the reward from the Queen of England?"
Brando obviously didn't see it that way. He puffed out smoke and said, "There's no smoke without fire. Since this magic legend will be passed down, there must be some truth to it..."
"The Loch Ness Monster, the Yeti in the Himalayas, the Bermuda Triangle... there are as many unsolved mysteries in the world as there are stars. It takes a lifetime to pursue a mythical rumor. Mr. Bai, do you think it is worth it?"
Brando pondered for a long time and suddenly said: "If I say I have seen it, would you believe it?"
"Mr. Bai, I'm talking to you about business. Please don't use such ridiculous excuses to deal with me."
Su Qingchu always believed that excessively volatile emotions were the enemy of reason, but this time, she was really a little angry.
"Eighteen years ago, the woman I loved most died in childbirth. I was so devastated that I walked around the streets all night holding our child like a zombie..."
Brando's hands were shaking slightly, and an inch-long piece of cigarette ash fell onto the carpet, breaking into a cluster of pure white snow-like dust.
Su Qingchu didn't know why Brando suddenly mentioned this painful past, and she didn't know how to comfort her. She could only gently hold Brando's hand, her beautiful eyes full of worry.
"I once thought about dying, but when I stood on the Sanshan Bridge holding our child, I met a person who changed my life..."
"That was an old man in his 70s or 80s. He looked no different from the vegetable farmers who go 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 him.
The child goes to find her mother."
"Then what?" Su Qingchu's heart couldn't help but clench together.
She was adopted by Brando fifteen years ago. At that time, Brando was already successful and famous. She only knew that this man who was not an adoptive father but was actually an adoptive father had experienced the pain of losing his wife, but she never knew that there were other things involved.
Such an unknown past event.
"At that time, the old man persuaded me that Huangquan has been a road since ancient times, and there are only people entering and not exiting. I said, I just went to my wife, and I had no intention of coming back. The old man shook his head and sighed, saying, I can't persuade you, so I'd better let you go
Your wife and children will come and persuade you..."
"What?" Su Qingchu could hardly believe his ears, "He...really let you...see your wife?"
"Yes... I still clearly remember that after the old man said these words, Wenzi walked out of the morning mist on the river, like a fairy walking slightly in the myth. Although her body was so cold, she
But I can touch her face and hold her hand like I once did... She and I recalled a lot of the good times we had together, and she also asked me to live well, raise our children, and then...
Along with the morning mist, it disappeared into the rising sun..."
"That old man... is a magician? He uses the 'magic rope' technique?" Su Qingchu couldn't help but be stunned. She began to understand why Brando had been obsessed with magic for more than ten years.
"I once visited an Indian magician, and he told me that the 'Magic Rope' is essentially an illusion.
It is different from the so-called "illusion" that modern magicians use technology to cheat, but it is a magic trick in the true sense.
It is said that even in ancient times, illusion was the ultimate magic that only a handful of magicians could master, but no one knows whether it is still passed down today.
But what happened to that old man made me certain 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 have 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 false?" Brando smiled self-deprecatingly and casually put out the cigar in his hand, "I can't do it either.
It's just gambling on luck..."
…
Tunghai University, formerly known as Tunghai Normal University, was merged with several higher education institutions three years ago under the strong promotion of the Sanshan City Education Department, and today's Tunghai University was born.
Despite this, the locals are still accustomed to calling it Eastern Normal University, and even the bus stop sign has not been changed.
According to Internet rumors, mid-September every year is the busiest time in the university during the freshman semester, especially at the school bus pick-up point. There are always some very friendly seniors stationed there day and night, sparing no effort to help the freshmen carry their luggage and guide them.
His enthusiasm is comparable to that of a friend holding a sign at the exit of a train station to attract guests to stay in a hotel.
Of course, the only people who can enjoy this kind of VIP treatment are the ignorant juniors. Juniors have always been a vulnerable group that is directly ignored.