He secretly wrote the words "Tibetan Maike" under each of his paintings, the size of a grain of rice, and melted into the painting, very natural, if you don't know, if you don't deliberately look at it, it is difficult to find, even if you see it, you will think that it is so, and you will not feel that someone wrote it here.

Later, when he became famous, he told people about these things, and others knew the meaning of the three words "Tibetan Maike".

He immerses himself in painting every day, and he does it very quickly.

Most of them are small paintings. Two or three pieces of work are created in a day. At most, there are even more than a dozen paintings in a day.

As a result, his works are not worth anything.

Later, when he became famous, he reduced the production of paintings.

He no longer marked the Tibetan wheat on his paintings.

As a result, none of the works he marked on his paintings were worth much.

By the way, Zhao Hong's "Torrent Map" is from this person's handwriting.

He didn't realize that after "Riptide Diagram", he had lost that spirituality, and his painting relied on skill.

It is indeed surprising that most of the paintings in Shuiji's collection are "Tibetan Wheat Guest".

"Master Xiuji. Actually, these things ....... ”

Someone wanted to ask the question, but was interrupted by Shuji.

"What do you have to say, I know in my heart that in fact, these things are of average value, but they are all in my collection, and they mean very different things to me. I hope you can do your best. ”

"Yes, Young Master Xiuji, since the young master said so. We will do our best. ”

Zangmaike himself did not wait for others to speak, and immediately took the lead in responding.

When others saw that he himself had this attitude, it was difficult to say anything, and they echoed it.

"Don't have any doubts, everyone is an expert, and I don't need to say that it is clear that there is no one exactly the same thing in painting, and each one is unique. Even if it's the same person, there will be a slight difference between today and tomorrow. So you can concentrate on restoring the painting, and don't think about those useless things. ”

Immediately, someone showed a look of sudden realization: "I see, I'm waiting to be taught." ”

Everyone danced a picture, and under the guidance of the Xiu family, they walked into the surrounding rooms and began to concentrate on the restoration work.

The eldest lady of the Xiu family and his master entered the same room.

Two people kind of one painting.

"Master, do you feel that something is wrong? ”

Zangmaike put the painting in his hand on the table, and nodded at the same time: "I'm afraid it's not just me, everyone feels that something is wrong." ”

Instead of placing the painting on the table on an oblique table, the Tibetan Maike rolled it up and held it in the middle with his hand to form a hollow square cylindrical shape.

"Miss, take a look, did you find anything?"

The eldest lady was a little puzzled: "What did you find, this painting has not been unfolded, what can you find?" This trace!"

"It seems that you also found out that it was pierced with sharp energy, pierced from here, and then pierced it, so there is this scar. Of course, since it is clear that it is clear that it was injured by a sword, this kind of mountain is not strange, but I have carefully observed that these paintings have been messily placed in the box from the very beginning, and then someone with a sword stabbed them in the box a few times and broke these things. As a result, some of the paintings in the box were badly damaged and difficult to repair, while others were unscathed. ”

"What does that mean?"

The eldest lady of the Xiu family had already guessed, but she still asked. I want to hear my master's thoughts.

"These things are not the purpose of Young Master Xiuji at all. If my guess is correct, Master Xiuji has more important things to fix, but he can't trust our level, so he took out these things to test us. Maybe Master Xiuji has other ideas, then I don't know. ”

The eldest lady unfolded the painting on the table, spread it on the table, and gently touched the scar with her hand.

"Master, in fact, I have the same idea, these things are just tests, Xiuji must have something very precious that he wants to repair, but he doesn't want to take it out directly. In that case, this is our chance. If you can stand out, you will definitely get that opportunity. ”

"It's not that easy. The eldest lady's master shook his head slightly, "You know the thing of repairing paintings, but it is to slowly glue them together with some special paint, then fill them with sparse scraps of paper, and finally fill them with color." This kind of thing, those people will not do it badly. I think the final result should be very close, as for which one to use, it still depends on the choice of Young Master Xiuji. And those young people have fast hands and feet, and they move fast, maybe Young Master Xiuji will like it. ”

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the eldest lady of the Xiu family.

"Don't worry, master, I can find a way, you just concentrate on repairing it. ”

"Don't be impulsive, it's easy to do bad things. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything too much, just try to get some advantage. ”

Shuiji finished arranging this and returned to the room that had been prepared for himself.

The room is simply furnished, just some necessary furniture, put some calligraphy and paintings as decoration, but the room is very spacious.

The room was dim.

Shuiji returned to his room and closed the door. Then he let out a long sigh.

"It's finally arranged. ”

At this time, an old hoarse voice suddenly appeared.

"It's already arranged, it's faster than I expected, Xiaoji, you're still quite capable, aren't you?" ”

Hearing this, Shuji shuddered violently, then turned around and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The final target was a chair in the corner.

On the chair sat a withered, emaciated old man, motionless and with blank eyes, like a wax figure if it were not for the occasional rise and fall of his abdomen.

The hair on the top of the old man's head had fallen out, leaving only a bare patch, and the hair on the sides and back was still there, but it was also very thin, draped over the shoulders and back.

The old man looked at Shuiji's handsome face, well-proportioned and toned body, and smiled.

As the old man spoke, he showed a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, and a foul stench erupted from his mouth.

"Xiao Si, I am very satisfied with the efficiency of your work, tell me quickly, what is the situation now?"

The old man beckoned to Shuji, motioning for him to come closer and speak.

Shuji shuddered unconsciously, but walked over anyway.

Shuji walked up to the old man and got down on his knees, his head on the ground.

"I've arranged for someone to start the restoration, and now there are many experts in this area, and it is said that there is a very famous old painter who is an authority on this subject, and is said to be the most powerful in the East. ”