Su Dongpo was demoted to the island province at the worst time.

1,100 years ago, the island province was a barren land full of miasma.

In ancient times, the Qiongzhou Strait was an impassable moat, with high winds and waves, and the degraded officials had to risk their lives to reach the island province.

Su Dongpo was also arrested and imprisoned for composing poems satirizing the new law and "slandering the monarch in words", which is known as the "Wutai Poetry Case".

Su Shi was imprisoned for one hundred and three days, and he was almost to the point of being beheaded.

Fortunately, the Northern Song Dynasty set the national policy of not killing scholars and doctors during the reign of Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, and Su Shi escaped the catastrophe.

Since then, the second half of his life has been depressed, "ten years of life and death...... Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

How desolate.

Su Shi is known as a double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting, created a lot of poems in his life, and left countless ink treasures in various places during decades of traveling.

But with his decline, most of these calligraphy treasures were destroyed, and only a few dozen rubbings of calligraphy have been handed down.

And the number of his handwritten handwritings in the world is more scarce than the famous Ru kiln.

There are two preserved autographs, one of which is "Dead Wood and Strange Stones".

During the Anti-Japanese War, it was sold by Bai Jianfu to the people of Dongying, and now it is in the hands of a private collector in Dongying, and he has not passed away for 80 years.

Bai Jianfu was the secretary of the great warlord Wu Peifu at that time.

Another surviving piece of "Xiaoxiang Bamboo and Stone Map" was purchased by Deng Tuo at a sky-high price of 5,000 yuan, and finally donated to the National Museum of Fine Arts.

And the recognized autograph codex of Su's beard has less than fifty in the world.

In the museums in the interior of China, there are only ten paintings.

In 2013, the "Gongfu Post", which was identified as the only one in the people, and Su Shi's farewell letter to his friend Guo Gongfu, returned to China in Sotheby's, the hell city of the First Empire, for 50 million equivalent to soft sister paper.

And the words on "Gongfu Sticker" are only nine words.

It can be seen from this that Su Shi's authentic handbook has reached a sky-high price.

The two old men are calligraphy maniacs, and Huang Guanyang is a recognized calligrapher in the industry.

"Shut up!"

Jin Feng snorted in a deep voice and glanced at the two old men coldly.

"No matter how much you talk about it, go out. ”

The cold reprimand made the two old men shudder suddenly, and immediately stopped their voices, standing still honestly, the excitement in their hearts was as indescribable as the first time they wore a red scarf.

Turn on the newly bought LED table lamp, and the table suddenly brightens up as day.

Jin Feng took out a set of homemade dictators, and cut out a piece of paper slightly smaller than his uncle's residual hole with scissors from the Jinsu Mountain Tibetan scripture paper.

Then turn on the old electric stove with a thousand watts at your feet, wait for the thick juice in the small stainless steel bowl to boil, and serve it to the table.

A particularly strange smell in the room occupies every corner, the smell is very unique, comparable to the fragrance of medicine, and there are many floral fragrances, sweet and sour, so that people want to take a bite when they smell it.

Jin Feng sprinkled a little black powder into a small bowl and stirred gently, and picked up a small brush with the thickness of a homemade carbon refill.

At this time, Huang Guanyang and Qin Yuhua's breathing had stopped.

The main event is coming.

At this time, Jin Feng's hand was fixed in mid-air, and he turned his head and said coldly: "Do you want rules?"

The two old men suddenly looked at each other, blinked their eyes, and asked suspiciously.

"What...... Rules?"

Jin Feng said in a deep voice: "The repair of remnants, the repair of calligraphy and paintings, has always been a top secret for the craftsman, you ...... Do you want to steal a teacher?"

Huang Guanyang opened his mouth, gasped, and suddenly cried with a sad face, speechless.

Qin Yunhua looked yearning and bitter, smiled brightly, and said softly: "Just ...... Just take a look. ”

"The essence left by the ancestors has been lost, and it's a pity that it's not. ”

"We ...... Don't worry, Xiao Jinfeng, we will never say it after we read it. ”

Huang Guanyang quickly straightened up and said loudly, "I swear." ”

"When you say that there are five thunderstorms in the sky, you will not be able to die a good death if you cut off your children and grandchildren. ”

Qin Yunhua's head was like a chicken pecking rice: "Absolutely not leak anything, you can test my loyalty at any time." ”

Jin Feng slowly lit a cigarette, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the two old men, and he made the two old men furious.

After a while, Jin Feng closed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Give me to rot in my stomach forever." ”

The brush was gently dipped in the black thick juice and gently smeared on the Jinsu Mountain Tibetan scripture paper.

In an instant, the two old men's eyes rose, staring at their uncle without blinking.

Jin Feng's hand speed was very slow, dip it in the juice and smear it, and slowly glue the whole piece of paper to his uncle's sticker.

Ten minutes later, Jin Feng's hand speed began to quicken, and the small brush carried a large drop of juice and quickly circled around the joint.

The speed of the smearing circle became faster and faster, and the two old men were dazzled and their heads were dizzy.

Layer after layer of medicinal juice piled up on the cracks between the pieces of paper and the broken Dharma, piling up higher and higher, until in the end it was a full three millimeters higher than the Dharma.

This can make Huang Guanyang and Qin Yunhua look at Zhang Er, and King Kong is confused.

They are all the top experts in a province and a city, needless to say, they are well-informed, and they have also seen the handwriting of many restoration masters, but it is the first time in their lives to do something like Jin Feng.

The temperature in the small room was getting older and higher, and the two old men gradually couldn't stand it, their palms were full of sweat, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads were also pouring out.

Jin Feng's movements still showed no signs of slowing down, and the sweat on his nose, temples, and forehead rained down, converging on his chin, dripping on the Fa Ti drop by drop.

There was still the last bit left in a bowl full of medicinal juice, and Jin Feng, who was as fast as the wind, suddenly stopped.

I didn't have time to catch my breath, put the brush down, picked up a glass, replaced it with a small brush for one dollar, and continued to dip it in water for a quick minute, and then dropped the brush.

"Brother Dan!"

Su Sheng called Zhang Dan's name, Zhang Dan pushed the door in, and held a stainless steel iron frame in the center of the electric furnace.

Jin Feng's face was pale, and he counted silently in his heart, looking at the changes on the Fa Ti, and when the time came, he gently picked up the Fa Ti with both hands and turned around and placed it on the grill.

Seeing such a situation, Huang Guanyang and Qin Yunhua screamed in fright.

"Little Jinfeng, what are you going to do?"

"Stop. ”

The already high temperature of 50 degrees in the small room, plus a red-hot electric stove, the Fa Tie rack bakes on the grill, this ...... It's just going to destroy this thousand-year-old law.

"Shut up!"

Jin Feng shouted in a deep voice, but he didn't pause at all in his hand, moved the three firers and baked them together.

Huang Guanyang's heart to kill Jin Feng at this time rose, his eyes exploded, his old fists were clenched, his head was full of green tendons, he gritted his teeth, and he was extremely angry.

"Jin Feng—what the hell are you—"

Suddenly, Huang Guanyang snorted violently and stood on the spot.

I saw that the unknown juice raised three centimeters on the mutilated part of the Dharma was slowly beginning to melt under the high temperature baking.

"Shhhh

With Huang Guanyang's sound of cold air that even his teeth were about to be pulled out, the Jinsu Mountain Tibetan scripture paper that he sold to Jin Feng and the Dharma Scripture were miraculously fused and adhered together.

"Oh my God!"

Qin Yunhua's mouth opened wide, and he could stuff a mango, staring blankly at this scene of an impossible miracle.

However, this miracle is only the beginning.

The perfect combination of the Jinsu Mountain Tibetan scripture paper and the uncle's sticker looks like the old and the new are distinct, and you can recognize this at a glance as a back-up.

The value of this is a bit higher than the original fragment, but it is still a fragment.

Jin Feng wiped the sweat from his head and face heavily, his face was pale, he picked up a bowl of transparent liquid from the table, squatted down and gently poured it on the repaired debris.

As the baking time passed, the new fragments slowly coalesced with the original fateh at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The most amazing thing is that the color of the fragments gradually turns yellow and dull, and little by little it becomes old and old like the special effects of the movie......

In the end, it is naturally one with the Dharma, and there is no difference.

"Boiling water. Dango. ”

The next step is the same as the previous day, soak the Lotti in boiling water for 30 seconds and quickly take it out, and use the old method to remove the water.

Jin Feng, who was sweating profusely, sat down, his spirit disappeared in an instant, and his whole person was paralyzed.

Turning off the electric stove and firer, opening the doors and curtains, and pouring cold air into the hut, Qin Yunhua and Huang Guanyang couldn't help but shiver several times.

In just half an hour, the magical scenes experienced made the two old men stand like wooden chickens, and their hearts were shocked like rivers and seas, enough to flood the entire scrap yard.

The repair technique displayed by Jin Feng completely subverted the cognition of the two big names in the industry, and the three views were once again refreshed. ()

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