Countryside Magic Doctor

Then with a buzz, he turned off the throttle and drove the tricycle towards the reservoir on the distant mountain.    

    

Watching Third Uncle leave, Hee Feng sat on the stairs in front of his house. He turned his face to the side and said to Piao Miaozi, "Hurry up and tell me how to open it!"    

    

"The eye of the figure on the reliefs. You press it hard, and he opens it!" Piao Miaozi was a little reluctant. He looked at the jade box in Hee Feng's hand and said.    

    

"So that's how it is!" Hee Feng said, then pressed the person's eyes with his finger.    

    

The reliefs on the jade box were none other than Wang Xizhi's. All they saw was a floating immortal wearing the uniform of the Wei Jin era. He was drinking and singing, and beside him was an exquisite and beautiful pavilion.    

    

Around the pavilion, there was a stream flowing slowly from afar. The stream was beating the stones in the river, and in the water, there were boxes filled with all kinds of exquisite food.    

    

There were some scholars sitting beside him.    

    

They held high wine glasses and drank wine and sang songs. This might be the legendary Qu Shui Liushuang.    

    

The old and respected people sat on the highest seats, and the young and inexperienced ones sat in the distance, with singers and pianists playing music and dancing next to them.    

    

In the small pavilion, among the crowd of Poets, there was a scholar with an extraordinary appearance, writing something that no one knew what.    

    

A few lifelike characters that were carved on the side were nodding their heads repeatedly at the words that leaped out of the paper.    

    

The reliefs on the jade box simply meant that the grand event of the Lanting Gathering would be carved without a single word dropping.    

    

Furthermore, the degree of exquisite design really shocked Hee Feng.    

    

How should he put it? If Hee Feng was the one who sculpted it, he would be able to sculpt such an exquisite piece. However, this reliefs had some wonderful aspects.    

    

It was as if everything had happened in real life.    

    

When Hee Feng saw it, it was as if a lifetime had passed. The competition had entered a world similar to the Lanting Gathering.    

    

It was as if he had traveled back to the era of Wei Jin, and then sat together with Wang Xizhi in a place called Lanting. He drank and sang there, enjoying himself.    

    

"What's going on?" Hee Feng hurriedly shook his head. After that, he said to Piao Miaozi who was standing at the side in shock.    

    

"What's wrong? ___ asked. Is there something wrong?" Piao Miaozi asked Hee Feng with a puzzled expression.    

    

He still didn't know what was wrong with Hee Feng. He had been staring blankly at the jade box just now, and now he suddenly asked himself why. Was there something wrong with his brain?    

    

Or was it to say that he wanted to pretend to be sick and go back on his word, and didn't want to regulate his breathing?    

    

"Just press it. You just need to press it!" Piao Miaozi hurriedly stretched out his claws and pressed hard on Wang Xizhi's carving in the middle of the character.    

    

In an instant, the center of the carving in the center was pressed down a little bit. After that, it seemed like there was some kind of magical mechanism inside. After a crisp sound, the side of the jade box bounced off.    

    

Hee Feng hurriedly stood it up and went in. He took out an exquisite ancient book from inside.    

    

The workmanship was exquisite. The exterior was framed layer by layer, and there were several big red marks on it that Hee Feng did not recognize.    

    

But even if it was uncultured, Hee Feng knew what this thing was.    

    

In fact, ordinary people often had such a mistake. It was an ancient poetry book. There were often many big seals on it, and it was so many that it made people have an impulse to have trypophobia.    

    

They would also complain that the ancient people had nothing to do, so why did they carve so many seals? In the end, they were going to look at your painting? Or are you looking at your seal?    

    

At this point, everyone had entered a misconception!    

    

Why did they say that the seal was stamped by someone sitting alone?    

    

It was purely a false accusation!    

    

At most, it would only be stamped two times. One was an official seal, and the other was an official seal. How could it be stamped so many times?    

    

As for why there were hundreds of seals on a famous painting, it was all because... It was like a primary school student buying an eraser or a toolbox. They liked to engrave a name or write their own name on it.    

    

Ancient people also liked to do this!    

    

People nowadays had such a hobby, perhaps it was inherited from the ancient people.    

    

They always liked to leave their mark on something, so there were always people who liked to stamp on it!    

    

As a result, when it was passed down to the later generations, the number of seals was unimaginable. However, this also provided convenience, allowing archaeologists to use the seal to find out who the owners of this painting were.    

    

When he flipped to the first page, Hee Feng's face immediately darkened. He saw that the first page was stacked with layers of seals, and was actually neatly wrapped up by a huge seal.    

    

The three words of this seal were still very clear, as if it had just been stamped.    

    

Hee Feng used his finger to rub on the seal. There was even a red mark left on his index finger. The mark on the mud had yet to be completely dried.    

    

The three words in front of him were Piao Miaozi's.    

    

"Old man, you keep saying that I am destroying cultural relics. Isn't this called destroying cultural relics? This is cultural relics. Do you know about antiques? Now that you have stamped such a big seal on it, if this were to spread out, you would think that I am harming national treasures! "    

    

Hee Feng kicked Piao Miaozi's body and made him fall to the ground. Piao Miaozi rolled down the stairs and raised his head in a sorry state. He looked at Hee Feng with resentment.    

    

At this moment, he was surprised to find Hee Feng walking towards him with a smile on his face. He smiled and greeted Piao Miaozi. "Come, come, come. Why are you so careless? Why did you fall to the ground? You're already so old, yet you still act like a child. I'll help you up!"    

    

As he spoke, Hee Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed Piao Miaozi's arm to help him up.    

    

Piao Miaozi was confused. Since when did Hee Feng treat him so well? Why did he suddenly want to help him up?    

    

Did he realize his conscience?    

    

It was unlikely. It was not like he had met Hee Feng the first day. How could he believe such nonsense?    

    

Piao Miaozi hurriedly looked around, but he only saw a few children in front of him. He immediately realized that Hee Feng did this not because of him, but because of these few little fellows.    

    

He was afraid of teaching the children bad!    

    

After all, beating up an old man was not a good moral character.    

    

"Whose child is it? Hurry up and go home. If you don't go home soon, your parents will worry. How can you stay outside all day in such a cold weather? " After helping Piao Miaozi back to the stairs, Hee Feng waved his hand and chased the children back.    

    

Then, he turned around and returned to Piao Miaozi's side.    

    

Seeing Hee Feng slowly approaching, out of instinct, Piao Miaozi hurriedly dodged. Hee Feng kicked him back into the door and scolded, "Stop pretending. If I really wanted to hit you, I would have beaten you down a long time ago. Get up!"