"Hiss......"

Zheng Shaoqiu frowned slightly, and there was a large blank space in front of him, only the background color of silk silk, flashing a little light.

To be honest, such a large area of white space is a bit unusual.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Shaoqiu fiddled again.

One foot on the riverside, two crooked and slanted wild trees, knotted branches, strange rocks, and a simple and far-reaching atmosphere in the thick ink, which makes people's hearts throb.

The needles on the old tree are erect from root to root, and just looking at it, there is a sharp feeling.

Seeing this, Zheng Shaoqiu knew it in his chest.

With a slight movement of his right hand, he turned the scroll back.

At this moment, a black, golden crutch lightly touched Zheng Shaoqiu's arm.

"Hehe, this is a good painting, you just look at it a few times, isn't it a tyrannical thing?"

Hearing this, An Manzhen subconsciously glanced back and was slightly stunned.

I saw that one meter away from Zheng Shaoqiu, there was an old man with white hair.

He sat in a wheelchair, with a wide frontal bone and a ruddy complexion, looking quite a bit of a fairy wind bone.

The black cane was in the palm of his hand, glowing with a palpitating glow against the setting sun.

The most striking thing is the old man's eyes.

Although he looks old, his eyes are bright, and he has a kind of insight into everything in the world.

The old man slowly turned his head and glanced at An Manzhen, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he sighed twice.

The crutches still didn't move, he looked straight at An Manzhen, rubbed his chin, and laughed slowly: "Good guy, straddle and swing evenly, as soon as you look at her cheek, you know that she is a master......"

"Hehe, Shui Ling, it's really Shui Ling, I haven't seen such a water spirit girl for a long time......"

"The place where it should be slender is slender, and the place where it should be plump is plump, wonderful, wonderful,......"

"Although it is not a sinking fish and a goose, even if there are ...... flowers in the closed moon"

"Sassy ......"

Hearing this, An Manzhen's face changed suddenly, and her pretty face was cold.

It's all naked flirtation.

If it weren't for seeing that this old man was disabled, she would have slapped him a long time ago.

Seeing this, the old man laughed twice without care, stretched out his finger, and clicked twice in the air: "A poetic Qianxun Waterfall, April in the world of the ancients, I don't know which bastard will be cheaper in the future!"

After speaking, he slowly turned his head, and two cold rays shot straight towards Zheng Shaoqiu.

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes were half lowered, his face did not change in the slightest, his gaze fell on the black cane on his arm, and there was an uproar in his heart.

"Lei Jin Mangosteen!"

At this time, the old man said slowly, "Boy, why do you put the painting away?"

Zheng Shaoqiu replied lightly: "It's enough to know the whole leopard at a glance." ”

Hearing this, the old man's face was slightly suffocated, he rubbed his chin unhurriedly, and said softly: "Yo?

"You're ten stories tall?"

Zheng Shaoqiu pursed his lips and said softly, "So-so." ”

"Hey!"

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and gestured forward.

Behind the wheelchair stood a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty, and when he saw this, he quickly and carefully pushed forward two meters away and came to the stone table.

"Young man, he's not very old, but his tone is not small!"

The old man glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu coldly, and said with a smile: "Come, I want to hear what your so-called peek at the whole leopard is!"

Zheng Shaoqiu replied lightly when he heard this: "I already know what is painted in the back. ”

Hearing this, an intriguing look flashed in the old man's eyes, and he seemed to be a little interested, and said with a smile: "I have seen your painting technique from afar, and I can barely make do with it." ”

After a pause, he added, "But, do you really see it?"

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded when he heard this, his eyelids drooped: "Seriously." ”

"Interesting, interesting. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled like an old fox: "Come, talk about it, if you really say something greasy, my ancestor is in a good mood, and I will reward you heavily." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu's face did not change in the slightest when he heard this, he stretched out his hand and slowly removed the crutches on his arm, and then said lightly: "It's not necessary, what I want, others can't give it." ”

The old man rubbed his chin and laughed strangely: "Interesting, really interesting." ”

After a pause, he glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu with slanted eyes: "I said, you shouldn't be a pig with a green onion in your nose and pretending to be an elephant, right?

Hearing this obviously disproportionate words, An Manzhen gritted his silver teeth, and his face was a little ugly.

Zheng Shaoqiu's face was also slightly gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Silk silk is in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the quality is worrying, and it is the first choice of many down-and-out painters. ”

When the old man heard this, he stretched out his hand and clicked twice in the air: "Go on." ”

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at him, and then said, "The answer has been revealed, isn't it obvious?"

"You should be able to guess it if you look at the painters, right?"

The old man raised his crutches, snorted twice on the ground, and sneered: "Painters, there were many famous artists in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, Tang Bohu and Shen Zhou...... They are all famous masters in the art world, why are you so sure?"

Zheng Shaoqiu replied directly without thinking: "Yes, what you said also has some truth. ”

After a pause, he changed his words: "However, these people are all well-off, and the silk used is also extremely expensive. ”

"What do you say about that?"

The old man laughed twice, and his body shook uncontrollably, and then he raised his black crutch, and the tip of the cane pointed directly at Zheng Shaoqiu: "Good boy!"

"Go on!"

Zheng Shaoqiu half-lowered his eyes and said to himself: "I dropped out of school at an early age and was born in a small family, but through my own efforts, I became as famous as Shen Zhou, Wen Huiming, and Tang Yin, and became one of the 'Ming Four Families'. ”

"The pen is delicate, just with soft, round and square, whether it is the character landscape, or the flowers and birds, all are exquisitely conceived, and the ink is even more hearty!"

"The strange tree is abrupt and wild, the leaves are like steel needles, and the roots are erected......"

"In the Ming Dynasty, who else could have such a prestige besides Shizhou?"

When the words fell, Zheng Shaoqiu carefully rolled up the scroll, tied it with red silk, handed it to An Manzhen's hand, and said softly: "Qiu Ying's authentic work "Spring River Map". ”

Hearing this, An Manzhen subconsciously covered her mouth, with a look of surprise and inexplicability, and said in a low voice: "Thank you Mr. Zheng, thank you Mr. Zheng for ......"

Zheng Shaoqiu waved his hand lightly: "This painting was in the Jiaqing period, and then it was wandered, and it passed through the hands of countless people, Dong Qichang, Zhang Ruitu, and later, it was collected by Qianlong in the palace. ”