When he picked up the flashlight and shone it, Mai Xiaoji wanted to be anxious, it was the head of Xuquan Dao, who was standing on the rockery.

"Dao Chief, you didn't stand behind me at all, you want to scare people to death!" shouted Mai Xiaoji.

Xuquan Dao grew down, personally bent down to help Mai Xiaoji up, and asked excitedly: "Poor Dao has been listening in the house, there was no sound just now, and the feng shui has been cracked?"

"For the time being, when the day comes, just find a cement worker and plug this spring. The shirtless Mai Xiaoji said.

"It turned out to be a spring, but it was blocked, how can the fountain be chosen?" said the Xuquan Daoist as well.

"Aren't there two other ones, this one can't be counted on. ”

"It's fine. ”

"Don't be discouraged, it won't be called Baoquan in the future, it's called Shuangquanguan, borrow a homonym, good things are complete, and more people will definitely come." ”

Mai Xiaoji said casually, but the Xuquan Daoist heard it in his heart, and Baoquanguan really changed his name, which is not mentioned later.

Xuquan Daoist went to find an old shirt, which was clean, let Mai Xiaoji put it on, and followed, and went back to his room to sleep.

There is cement in the view, involving the first-class secrets of Baoquan Temple, and the next day, the head of Xuquan Dao did not ask for help, but did it himself. I don't know if I don't try, a bag of cement has run out, and the spring has not been blocked, and I am constantly amazed.

Mai Xiaoji didn't say it clearly, and it couldn't be blocked with ten bags of practical use, and a big hole corroded out of the upper part of the spring, and the cement blocked only the original passage.

When the bag and a half of cement were used up, the Xuquan Dao Chang carefully smoothed the original spring, and when it dried, it was flat and integrated with the pool.

"Please also ask the two of you to stay for another night, and thank you for the poor road. "Xuquan Dao Elder politely stayed.

Kong Qun and Mai Xiaoji both understood, and he wanted to verify whether the problem had been completely solved. At night, everything is naturally as usual, and there are no strange sounds, and the Xuquan Taoist is very happy, so that the Taoist temple can open for business normally.

After a night without dreams, after waking up in the morning and having breakfast, Xiao Daotong came over excitedly to report that the small river in front of him had water, and the Xuquan Daoist was even more happy.

Mai Xiaoji understood that this was the result of blocking that spring, Shen Kuo was really a god, amazing.

The small river is flowing again, and it is good feng shui here, Mai Xiaoji and Kong Qun are also leaving, and the Xuquan Taoist has prepared a lot of gifts, but it is inconvenient to carry, so the two of them politely refused.

And the long-awaited ancient painting was finally taken out, a long lacquer box contained, with pepper antiseptic inside, and delicate oil paper to prevent moisture, and the packaging was quite careful.

A clean white silk cloth was spread on the table, Kong Qun put on gloves again, and opened the painting respectfully, but his smile froze, and his two thick black eyebrows were squeezed together and twisted into a big pimple.

From this expression, it can be seen that the painting is not from Li Yu's hand. Mai Xiaoji took out the golden circle mobile phone to take a transparent shot, without a mezzanine.

"Big brother, what's the situation?" asked Mai Xiaoji wonderingly.

Kong Qun shook his head slightly, did not speak, and was still watching carefully. Xuquan Dao Chang's expression was very unnatural, and he said: "This painting is indeed inherited by the ancestors, and today I will give it to each other with both hands." ”

"Dao Chief, this is not painted by Li Yu. Kong Qun said directly.

"How can the poor Dao lie to the benefactor, the thousand-year-old inheritance is true!" "The Xuquan Daoist began to swear again, still a little embarrassed, and repeatedly emphasized, "The poor Dao master has found someone to identify it, and it is definitely not a modern imitation." ”

"It's an old object, which is good, but it wasn't painted by Li Yu, it's a pity. Kong Qun took off his gloves, indicating that he was not interested.

The other party didn't like the treasured gift given for nothing, and the Xuquan Taoist was also very uncomfortable.

Isn't it nice for Mai Xiaoji to look at the painting closely? The mountains and clear springs, a few big trees, a small bird, oh, there is a small Taoist temple next to it, this is the true portrayal of the Baoquan view, and he will never be able to paint it.

"When Li Yu came here, there were records in the ancient books of Guanzhong. Xuquan Daoist was still embarrassed to explain.

"Oh, this temple is also stained with a little dragon energy. Out of politeness, Kong Qun still coped with it, and the Xuquan Daoist immediately opened the conversation box again and told the grand occasion again, still as if he was present.

Xuquan Daoist felt that the sincerity was not enough, and said that other celebrity calligraphy and painting collections made them wait, and took his apprentice to the bottom of the old box.

"Big brother, just take what you gave for free. Mai Xiaoji disagreed.

"Alas, no matter what, it is also the intention of the Xuquan Daoist, but the psychological gap is too big. Kong Qun couldn't hide his disappointment, "Although Li Yu is a master of poetry and is good at graceful and delicate expression, he is very creative in painting, and he still has the momentum of an emperor." If you look at this painting, it is obvious that the skills are insufficient, this landscape seems to be leisurely and elegant, but it is different from Li Yu's style, a bit of a small family, and there is no artistic conception, purely for the sake of painting. The seal Fenglian is the same as the seal of Li Yu's other works, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, look here, there is also a seal of the pipa, and the snake is added. ”

History will always leave a mystery, but at this time, Kong Qun was not in the mood to figure it out, and after delaying two or three days of hard work, Li Yu's paintings that he was waiting for were like this.

Speaking of which, Mai Xiaoji was also a little curious, this painting looks a little old, the packaging is very serious, and the materials are all old objects, Xuquan Daoist should not lie. It may be that one of his ancestors was not honest and did not tell the truth, and rumors began to spread from there.

Just ask Li Yu himself!

Mai Xiaoji pretended to play with his mobile phone, presciently, Li Yu, a friend, he added it when he first came to the Taoist temple, clicked on the opening picture, and immediately sent this painting over, "Great talent, is this your painting?"

There is no movement, look, no red envelopes can't pry open the mouths of these ancients, ten grams of red envelopes to follow.

"Definitely!"

Li Yu immediately replied with two words. Alas, there was no surprise, Mai Xiaoji was also quite disappointed, the answer he wanted was that the painting was real, but it was painted by Li Yu when he was drunk or in a bad state.

was deflated, Li Yu sent another evil smile expression, "I know whose painting it is, tell me about the fifty-gram red envelope." ”

Mai Xiaoji's heart moved, Li Yu said this, that is the ancient genuine, it is worth it. However, fifty grams of gold is too expensive, Li Qingzhao is so reckless, he only gave thirty grams once, or ask casually.

"I love to say it or not, I just know it's genuine. Mai Xiaoji gritted his teeth and resolutely did not be fooled.

Another evil smile expression, "Don't regret it, this painting has a fragrance." ”

Mai Xiaoji walked over and sniffed vigorously against the painting, but there was no aroma, but there was the smell of wood and peppercorns.

Don't be fooled, never be fooled, fifty grams of gold is not a small amount. Mai Xiaoji also ignored him, now is the time to engage in psychological tactics, as long as he doesn't care about his performance, Li Yu may reduce the price himself.

However, no, Mai Xiaoji couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart, and bargained, "Great talent, it's too expensive, it's cheaper." ”

"If it's me or a friend's painting, 10 grams is fine, but for this person, 50 grams is less. ”

What kind of person, so powerful, makes Li Yu admire it very much?

Okay, I'm defeated! Mai Xiaoji was annoyed, but he still sent a big red envelope, fifty grams!