Walking into Mr. Zhuo's hut, Li Xuan inhaled the aroma of Junzi Lan on the table with a fascinated expression. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Li Xuan's expression at this time, Mr. Zhuo was immediately not calm again, and he couldn't wait to stuff this little bastard into the bath behind the bamboo forest immediately.

When he saw that calligraphy, Li Xuan also had to praise from the bottom of his heart, this calligraphy was definitely at the level of a master.

For the sake of the face of that ancient painting, Li Xuan spared no effort and contributed all the words of praise he could think of.

Even Mr. Zhuo couldn't help but blush slightly when he heard this, as if his height couldn't reach such a high level.

Although there is no doubt that his attainment level is also the top in the world, it is not good that you have moved out the book saint Cai Jinglun!

I want to think about it, but listening to this endless stream of sycophants, Mr. Zhuo's original bad mood has recovered a lot.

Along the way, he found a huge copper box half a person high.

Due to the long absence of the sun and the erosion of moisture, the surface of the copper box has produced large patches of patina.

He pulled a key from his bosom and inserted it into the massive copper lock the size of a baby's head.

Li Xuan felt that such a lock alone was estimated to weigh as much as half a copper box.

I heard a dense sound from the copper lock, and Mr. Huizhuo pushed it back and forth, the gesture was quite complicated, and finally I heard a "click", and the big lock was finally opened.

Mr. Zhuo turned his head to look at Li Xuan and the others standing behind him.

Tie Niu turned his body around first with great interest, and Li Xuan shook his head indifferently and turned around.

Mr. Zhuo quickly took out a scroll from it, and then immediately covered the copper box and locked it.

Mr. Zhuo scolded himself more than once in his heart, calling you cheap, calling you a wave, calling you a slut, he had to show it off at that time, and more importantly, he was seen by Li Xuan, a little bastard. Seeing the way the kid's eyes lit up at that time, he knew that nothing good was good.

At this point, it is useless to think too much.

This painting in his hand is the famous painting "Autumn Water and Cold Mountain" painted by the Great Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago.

There are many legends about it, the most famous are two.

One is that this famous painting is actually a treasure map of King Huaiyang of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wu Daozi was a guest of the Great Zhou Emperor in his early years, and later was involved in the case of the rebellion of the King of Huaiyang.

This incident was a watershed in Wu Daozi's life, from a genius that everyone looked up to, he suddenly fell to the bottom, and from then on he was poor until he was old.

The king of Huaiyang was defeated and killed, and when he was finally raided, he did not get any assets, according to the saying at the time, the king of Huaiyang was rich and rivaled the country, and this huge wealth was secretly buried when he saw that he was about to fail.

The Huaiyang King was slaughtered, and the only clue was his friend Wu Daozi.

But Wu Daozi died in misery in the second half of his life, which seems to be a little unreasonable.

If Wu Daozi knew the whereabouts of this batch of treasures, why didn't he secretly take them, even a little bit, it would be enough for him to live incognito and happy for a lifetime.

There is also a legend that this treasure map contains the truth of the movement of heaven and earth, and it is a sacred object coveted by people in the martial arts.

Those who can be called holy will have their own deeper understanding of the principles of heaven and earth.

Wu Daozi is known as the saint of painting, not only because his painting skills have reached the realm of transcendent holiness, but also because of the great road between heaven and earth, which will be inadvertently integrated into his paintings.

If such a painting falls into the martial arts, it must be known as a treasure-like existence, which is an opportunity to understand the avenue of heaven and earth and break through the shackles.

Especially one of the treasures that the top existence in the martial arts cannot obtain by breaking through the avenue, if it is placed in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely set off a bloody storm.

And the commercial value of the painting itself alone is immeasurable.

Wu Daozi's hand-me-down paintings will not exceed five to this day, after more than a thousand years of world changes, its collection significance is incalculable, and it can even be said to be a sign of the times.

If this is taken outside, there may be many collectors who have broken their heads, and they will also grab it.

So no matter from that aspect, it is enough for Mr. Zhuo's heart to drip blood.

Forget it, maybe this dead painting will bloom in the hands of that little bastard, and until now I can't see through the reality of this little bastard, which is one of the reasons why Mr. Zhuo finally decided to give this painting to Li Xuan.

I don't know what kind of wood is made of the painting scroll, and it is very light to start, like a light feather, as if it will break it with a little effort. But in fact, it has not changed much after thousands of years of vicissitudes, and the sound of gold and iron clashing will be heard when percussion.

The scroll is made of bright yellow satin, and the color is smooth and bright, and it does not look like it has been passed down for thousands of years.

The outside was tied with a red ribbon, and the scroll was about two feet long.

Li Xuan took the scroll and opened it carefully on a long table.

With Li Xuan's two lives, he couldn't help the excitement in his heart.

It seemed to be the pull of fate, and that day he only accidentally saw a corner of this picture scroll, as if the scene was a trickling stream.

Somehow, my brain was dizzy, as if the mysterious substance in my brain was emitting an invisible fluctuation.

The trickling stream in front of me turned into countless chaotic lines, which have been recombined and regenerated countless times, forming a kind of ripple that spreads outward, that is, for a moment, although it is in the school, it seems that his soul has flown outside the school.

Every corner of the school hall was magnified countless times, and the details were clearly displayed in front of him.

It was a very mysterious feeling, and it lasted less than a second, and the vision returned to normal. The stream is still a stream, Mr. Zhuo is still boasting triumphantly on the podium, as if the masterpiece in his hand is his own, and the students around him are watching Mr. Zhuo's saliva splash with their eyes open.

Li Xuan had a strong impulse in his heart, as if the mysterious thing in his mind was constantly sending a longing signal to himself, he must get this picture, no matter what means he used.

So there was such a thing as Li Xuan and Mr. Zhuo making a bet later.

This is the first time Li Xuan has seen this painting in its entirety.

The picture scroll is no more than three feet long, and the old man who fishes alone in the river is everywhere. Dressed in a robe, sitting alone on a light boat, fishing alone, the trees reclining on the shore not far away, the dead leaves on the ground, and the indescribable depression and indifference.

In the distance, a stream meanders up, and from time to time flying fish jump up in the water, and the stream trickles down, and a few dead leaves are scattered in it, and I don't know where it flows.

At the end of the stream are several towering mountains, which at a glance look like palms raised, gradually distinct, half-mountain and half-hidden.

The mountain has quietly risen, empty and hazy, only to rise halfway up the mountainside and flow along the ridge to the valley, wisps, if there is nothing, if it is in the peak of the forest, people can't help but feel the boundless emptiness and loneliness.

Further inside, there is a severed peak, the fracture is smooth, as if it has been cut by a sword.

Even if it is a broken peak, it is the highest of several peaks, rising from the sky, its height is not an ordinary number, it looks like a spear piercing the sky.

In the upper left corner of the scroll, a small poem is mentioned: "The autumn water and cold mountains are flat, the broken fingers are not only today, but the spring night dream is not forgotten, and the rebirth is not forgotten", which is covered with Wu Daozi's seal.

Li Xuan looked at this picture scroll and didn't say anything for a long time.

It's not that he saw the scene at that time again, but when he first saw an old man in the cold mountains of Qiushui, this painting gave people the feeling of being depressed, closed, and lonely. But when the painting style reached the peak, there was a sudden great turn, changing the decline of the previous section. Those mountains reveal an unyielding edge, even if the body is broken, it must stand up to the sky.

It is completely two styles of painting, and it also reflects two artistic conceptions, but they are abruptly combined, as if the paintings of two different people are spliced together, and it is like a continuation of one person's painting after a long time apart. However, the trend of the brush does swing down, and the momentum runs through without the slightest sense of jerky stagnation.

This painting gives people the feeling of chaos and disorder, the use of painting style, and the iron line is more blank, which is more artistic conception than Wu Daozi's previous paintings such as "Picture of the Son of Heaven Wangqi" and "Picture of the Ladies of the Great Zhou".

This can be seen as a change in his painting style, and it can also be seen as another perception of this heaven and earth, this life, and perhaps the heaven and earth in his eyes at that time presented such a form of expression.

Li Xuan looked at it for a long time, and his eyes were dazzled, but the picture scroll was still the same picture, and the picture he wanted to see did not appear.

The terminal system deep in the brain domain did not react at all, could it be that it crashed again today.

Mr. Zhuo looked at Li Xuan in front of the table and kept looking at the painting scroll in a daze, he had been impatient for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and coughed heavily.

Li Xuan finally came back to his senses, but he was too anxious, since this painting was already his own, he had a lot of time to study, and he didn't care about this time, he would always find out where its mystery was.

So Li Xuan put away the painting and bowed deeply to Mr. Zhuo, this bow was willing, after all, the value of this thing is immeasurable.

Under the watchful eye of Mr. Zhuo's gains and losses, Li Xuan and Tie Niu said goodbye and left.

When they walked to the fork in the road of the village middle school, the two separated, Li Xuan took the painting scroll in his hand, and he was cool in his heart!

Just as Meizizi's family was in a hurry, he saw a few people surrounded by an unnoticed small fork in the road not far ahead.

One of them, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi who was thin like a bamboo pole, grabbed the arms of a teenage girl with both hands. Although it looks like a piece of wind can blow the goods, the ten-year-old girl is obviously not a level compared to him, and no matter how hard she struggles, she can't get rid of the shackles of the little girl in green clothes.

A pockmarked little fat man stood in front of the little girl who was caught, with his hands crossed on his waist and his belly, and next to him stood an expressionless young man, tall and strong, wearing an off-white linen shirt, who looked like he should also be the entourage of this little fat man.

The little fat man clapped his hands, and a lustful expression appeared on his face, "Scream, scream, scream, no one will save you if you cut your throat!"

As soon as Li Xuan heard it, he immediately became calm, Nima, and grabbed Lao Tzu's lines again.

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