"What's going on?"

Lu Chuan looked around in confusion, this is the backyard of the Wang family, and the osmanthus tree is still there, but Lord Wang, Daoist Mao, the man in black and the skull no longer exist, as if all this is his own dream.

"I want to ask you what's going on!"

Jiang Xiaotuan crossed his hands on his waist and said angrily: "I entered this house with you, and you suddenly thought like you were evil, talking to yourself for a while, and walking around the house for a while." ”

"You don't care what we call you. ”

"I thought it was your sleepwalking attack, and when I heard the old man say that when you sleepwalk, you can't wake you up suddenly, otherwise you will be seriously ill. That's why I don't dare wake you up. ”

"You ran up and down the house, and then you came here, and you dug under the tree, and then you struggled and shouted what you don't want. ”

"I couldn't help it, so I slapped you. ”

"I said, if you have sleepwalking, you can't go to the doctor properly, it's so frightening!"

"If I hadn't been bold enough to be an ordinary person, I wouldn't have scared you to death!"

“...... Sleepwalking?"

Lu Chuan shook his head violently and said to himself, "I...... I don't have a problem sleepwalking......"

"Neuropathy says he's not sick. ”

"Where do sleepwalkers know that they sleepwalk!"

Jiang Xiaotuan's words made Lu Chuan speechless to refute, and he couldn't help but mutter.

"Am I really sleepwalking?"

"But...... This dream is too real!"

"Huh!"

"What's in my hand?"

Lu Chuan only then found that he was still holding a cylinder in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one in the skeleton in the dream.

"Just now when you were sleepwalking, you kept digging under the laurel tree, and you dug this thing. I'm curious what this thing is, open it and take a look!"

Lu Chuan unscrewed the lid on the cylinder, and a pair of black letters on a yellow background poured out.

"This ...... This is Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrifice Nephew Post"!"

"No...... No way!"

"The Sacrifice of Nephews is known as the second post in the world, except for Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface", it is the most precious!"

"How could you be in this house...... I sleepwalked and dug it out!"

"Fake...... It must be fake!"

Jiang Xiaotuan looked incredulous, and Lu Chuan was also at a loss, when he was "sleepwalking", he saw that it was "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker", and now he is also holding "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker".

Was that really just a dream?

As for the "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker" in his hand, he also agreed with Jiang Xiaotuan's statement.

"Sacrifice Nephew Sticker" is the Tang Dynasty calligrapher Yan Zhenqing, so he posthumously sacrificed from his nephew Yan Jiming.

Needless to say, how good Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is, but all the primary school students in the third and fourth grades who have received nine years of compulsory education have been called by the teacher to practice Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy.

This "Sacrifice Nephew Post" is Yan Zhenqing's sad loss of his nephew, and he wrote with grief and indignation in his heart, so there are dripping ink, slits on the tip of the pen, and it seems to be scribbled.

This is similar to Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface", "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was written by Wang Xizhi after he was drunk, and he was unrestrained and proud, and when he woke up, he couldn't write the same charm again.

The same is true of "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker", which also represents the feeling of Yan Zhenqing losing his relatives, and "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker" is also known as the second post in the world!

"The system identifies whether this is the real "Sacrifice Nephew Post"!"

He uses the system treasure appraisal function to pop up the identification information.

Lu Chuan's eyes straightened.

"Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrifice Nephew Post". ”

"Year: 1263. ”

"Completeness: 50%. ”

"Collectible value: priceless. ”

"Successful treasure hunt +10,000 XP. ”

Lu Chuan couldn't help but be excited, what he had in his hand was actually a genuine handiwork!

I looked at it carefully by the moonlight, but I saw that the handwriting on it was full of depression and grief and indignation, and I realized Yan Zhenqing's mood when I wrote this "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker", and I couldn't say that I was full of pain, and this deep mood was all hidden in "Sacrifice Nephew Sticker".

The Lu family's original family background was naturally not superior, but it was only at the middle and lower level in the countryside, but his parents lacked food and clothing to send him to college.

Lu Chuan looked at it a few times, sighed for a long time, groaned for a long time, stretched out his fingers, and copied it in the air, but felt that every word and painting in "Sacrifice to Nephew Stickers", there were many strokes and I didn't feel that it was complicated, and those with few strokes did not see its ugliness, and its shrinkage was also dignified, like the bending of an inchworm.

"Smack!"

When Lu Chuan was writing attentively, his face was hot.

"Why are you beating me again!"

"I ...... I thought you were sleepwalking again!"

It turned out that Jiang Xiaotuan saw him copying the calligraphy like a demon, and only thought that he was going to be a monster again, so he directly slapped him in the face.

"I ...... I'm not sleepwalking!"

Lu Chuan said angrily and helplessly: "I've never had sleepwalking, okay!"

"That'...... Then you just ......"

"I read the writing on the notebook...... The writing is too emotional, and I can't help but practice it for a while. ”

"Writing with emotion?"

Jiang Xiaotuan said with a smile: "Do you know how to appreciate words, what kind of handwriting is when others say that they write well, where do some people have feelings." ”

Lu Chuan's face turned red, to be honest, he really didn't know how to read good or bad, but when he watched this "Sacrifice Nephew Post", it really resonated with the emotions in his heart, and he refuted Jiang Xiaotuan speechlessly for a while, but he thought in his heart: "This may be the value of art!"

“...... Hey!"

Jiang Xiaotuan's shout came from his ears again.

"What's wrong?"

“...... Why are you demented again, I asked you if this calligraphy is genuine, why didn't you answer me. ”

"Really. ”

"Really?!...... Didn't we send it?!"

"Yes, it was sent. ”

Lu Chuan shook his head and smiled: "But I don't plan to sell it." ”

"Huh?!"

"I have a dream to open a private museum, the world's number one museum. Let everyone appreciate the true charm of antiques!"

"You...... Your dream is a bit big!"

"I know it's hard. ”

Lu Chuan smiled: "But didn't Hangzhou Ma say that dreams always have to be made, what if they come true, are you right?"

"Right...... Right. ”

Jiang Xiaotuan looked at him full of confidence, and he didn't know how to evaluate his dream.

"Since it's genuine, let's hurry away. This yard is eerie, and I always feel very ...... Very uncomfortable. ”

"Good. ”

......

The two of them walked out of the backyard and came to the big front door, and when they stepped out of the door, they both casually glanced at the plate on the second floor with unknown flowers blooming.

It was swaying in the wind and rain, as if it was sending the two of them out.

"Huh!"

Jiang Xiaotuan screamed.

"What's wrong?"

"This ...... This seems to be a Soul Eater!"

"Soul Eater?"

"Yes, I remember seeing someone on the Internet say that this flower is extinct, and its pollen aroma can paralyze the nerves and make people fall into a hallucination. ”

"Illusion!"

Lu Chuan suddenly remembered what he had experienced just now.

"Am I...... Not sleepwalking, but getting its pollen?"

"Forget it. ”

"Is it a hallucination, a dream, or ...... Some unknown force finally made me aware of my mission. ”

"It doesn't matter what the reason is!"