Starting from a serious appreciation of this character, Nan Lao felt that his body was light, and his steps were agile and moving, as if he had climbed the strange peaks and mountains step by step. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lush woods, slender green bamboos, rising from the ground in front of you, crazy climbing. The clear and turbulent stream beneath your feet, winding away, with no end in sight.

Looking around, he was already in a delicate and exquisite mountain pavilion, surrounded by green mountains, streams, green bamboos, and giant trees, and the sound of water was in his ears, which made Nan Lao's soul feel relaxed and incomparably relaxed in an instant.

Surrounded by literati and artists in green shirts, or in the pavilion, or by the stream, or in the bamboo forest, they formed a group of three or five, drinking and writing poems, and laughing. Nan Lao was also infected, raised his wine glass, drank it all, and his mood changed from initial surprise to calm, and then agitated.

When he was excited, he stepped out of the small pavilion and came to the stream, where a wine glass made of lacquer floated on the water, meandering down with the curved stream, just stopping at Nan Lao's feet.

Looking down, the wine glass was full of wine, the fragrance was overflowing, Nan Lao immediately bowed down, grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one sip, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and his bold intention was full of joy, which was very fast!

"Nanze Sheng, it's your turn." A scribe laughed heartily, stretched out his index finger, and casually pointed out to the elder.

After drinking the wine, Nan Lao did not shirk, flicked his sleeves with a smile, and chanted a pipa song.

At the end of a song, the house is full of color, and I am so unhappy.

But the next moment it was suddenly empty, and he found that in addition to the things at hand, it seemed that he could no longer find anything that he loved, and a lament came in an instant, occupying his heart, and he was very happy and sad, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

All kinds of feelings seem to pass in a flash, and they seem to be frozen in time.

Nan Lao was silent, but he felt that the universe was so big that everything was fabricated, and only the momentary feelings and momentary interest just now were the long-lasting or eternal truths.

"Life and death are all the same! Isn't it painful! ”

The next moment, the objects in the foreground changed, and a wall appeared, and a painting was hung on the wall, called "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface".

Nan Lao's thoughts finally pulled out, almost collapsed, took a step back, and almost fell. Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Thanks to Xiao Cai, the secretary behind him, who was quick-eyed, he helped Old Man Nan, used all his strength to hold him steadily, and whispered, "Old Man Nan, are you okay?" ”

Nan Lao didn't hear it at all, stretched out his right hand, trembled and pointed to the "Lanting Collection Preface" on the wall, and asked word by word: "Who is this character from?" ”

He didn't want to just write a short "Lanting Collection Preface", but actually brought his thoughts directly into the words, and integrated them into the artistic conception of Wang Xizhi when he swayed this masterpiece that day, the situation was strange and inexplicable, just like the last time he was in Xia Jing, he saw what happened when he read a masterpiece.

But this time, it was obvious that he was more oblivious and engaged.

Everyone was frightened by Nan Lao's actions at the moment, just looking at a word, who would have known that Nan Lao had such a change, and even the whole person almost fainted.

Liao Yuanming, president of the Calligraphy Association, stepped forward and said, "Nan Lao, why don't you go down and rest first?" ”

"Who's doing this, I ask?" Nan Lao still didn't hear it, and his tone was even tougher.

Seeing this, Ming Zhanqing, the head of the first scholarly family, was overjoyed, and hurriedly went up and asked, "Nan Lao, how is this painting compared to Liu Qingming's painting just now?" ”

Nan Lao breathed back a little at this time, and said: "If Liu Qingming's ink treasure has already entered the hall, then this one is the pinnacle." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked. Including Li Chengye in the crowd, after hearing Nan Lao's ridiculously high evaluation, he was also shocked and speechless on the spot.

Liu Qingming, who was standing behind the crowd, his face turned pale in an instant, his whole body couldn't help trembling, and the whole person seemed to be emptied, and even his thinking stopped.

Ming Zhanqing's granddaughter Mingyue is not here, if she is here, after hearing Nan Lao's high evaluation of the "Lanting Collection Preface", I am afraid that she will be the same as Liu Qingming, and instantly become a living dead.

Only Ming Zhanqing laughed heartily and said: "Congratulations to Nan Lao, I can find such a superb ink treasure, my Nanzhou Province competes in the Xia Jing Competition, and I am expected to win the championship!" ”

Although he said so, he really put down a big stone in his heart, and suddenly there was this high-grade ink treasure pressing array, he knew that he would no longer pay for the original angry words, and his granddaughter Mingyue would never have any more dealings with that Liu Qingming.

The Ming family climbed into the Cao family, and it will be smooth sailing from now on, not only is it a scholarly family, but it is also possible to successfully integrate into the ranks of the top families in Nanqian in the future.

"Damn, that painting is pretty awesome, even Nan Lao was shocked like that! It's worth at least five million! Zhou Chengan smacked his lips, but there was a disapproving look in his eyes, secretly thinking that even if you acted like each other, you wouldn't be able to escape the high price of five million at most.

Luo Yuanqing's eyes were uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhong Shiya saw the work in front of Nan Lao at this time, which was Jiang Jingyang's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", and she was immediately so happy that she almost jumped up on the scene.

Jiang Jingyang, his eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Nan Lao, and said secretly: "This person is considered to have some attainments, if he can improve a little more, it is not necessary to be able to enter the Tao with calligraphy and achieve heaven and man in the future." ”

At this moment, there was a roar in the crowd, and all of them were shocked by Nan Lao's ridiculously high evaluation, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

Seeing this, Zhou Chengan was even more disdainful, and opened his mouth to say: "I don't know this character, how much money does it matter?" The implication is that as soon as the exhibition is over, I will buy it by the way and give it to my sweetheart.

He didn't speak too loudly, but he had practiced free fighting outside all the year round, his breath was calm, and his penetrating power was extremely strong, and he was still heard by many people on the other side of the crowd, who looked back at him one by one.

Zhou Chengan did not shy away from it, and looked left and right with a big grin.

At this moment, Nan Lao spoke up: "How much money? I don't know who this is......"

When his eyes came, the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, allowing him to see Zhou Chengan directly.

"In the Zhou family in Xia Nanqian, Zhou Cheng'an." Facing Nan Lao, Zhou Chengan was not good at making mistakes, so he bowed casually.

The puzzled eyes of others were relieved: "It turned out to be the young master of the Zhou family, with the financial resources of the Zhou family, in the face of the masterpiece that shocked Nan Laodu, you can ask about the price." ”

How do you know that Nan Lao shook his head directly: "I haven't heard of it." ”

He has lived in Xiajing for a long time, and even Nanzhou rarely comes, so naturally he has never heard of the Zhou family. But even Xia Jing's top family treated him with great respect, so in the final analysis, Nan Lao didn't take a family in the province in his eyes at all.

As soon as the words fell, Nan Lao said again: "Since you have asked so, how much do you say it is?" ”

Zhou Chengan's eyes showed a sense of pride: "Eight million, eight million to buy this painting, more than enough." ”

For the sake of insurance, he did not say the five million that he had just estimated, but raised it by another three million to prevent himself from losing face. After all, it is the calligraphy and painting of the ancient people who are old enough to be worth this price, even if the modern calligraphy is good, the person is not dead, and the value of Mobao will definitely not be high.

Zhou Chengan always firmly believes in a truth, calligraphy and painting are valuable when people die.

Nan Lao didn't answer, but raised his head slightly, his eyes were misty, and he was silent for a long time, as if he was stuck in a memory.

Just when everyone thought that Nan Lao was silent because he was told the price in his heart, he suddenly moved his lips slightly, and said softly: "Seven years ago, I saw a painting in Xia Jing, one word and one love, one word and one landscape and one world, the ink is like this, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. That painting was estimated at 200 million at the time. ”

Everyone was stunned, and all eyes were focused on Nan Lao, knowing that he still had something to say.

Speaking of this, Nan Lao's pupils gradually became clear, and he came back to his senses, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes were level with Zhou Chengan.

"And this one is better than that one, how much money do you say?"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was shocked.