Jinjiang County did not fall asleep in the dark night, the bright lights reflected each other, and after leaving the Yulei Group, Ji Lin took a leisurely walk on the banks of the Jinjiang River.

The hustle and bustle of the war no longer exists, but in just 70 years, the motherland is so strong, which is really very touching and gratifying.

After five thousand years of immortality, although Ji Lin was bent on asking questions and didn't care much about mortal things, he never forgot his original intention, and always remembered that he was a Shenzhou person.

Shenzhou is vast, there are many turbulences in history, and as a cultivator who is beyond the world, Ji Lin is quite helpless.

If a person is not strong enough to change his life against the sky like Fu Xi, how ridiculous is it to want to change the pattern of the world by personal force?

"When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into a branch; Now it's good to look at the high-rise building, and cover all the evil roads in the world! ”

When passing by a large hotel called "Qingzhu", looking at the couplet in front of the hotel, Ji Lin stopped.

This couplet is the Tang Dynasty Gao Biao's seven-character quatrain "To the Snow".

The word Qingzhu in Qingzhu Hotel is named after Dong Qingzhu, the founder of Qingzhu Group.

The name Dong Qingzhu is named after "To the Snow".

Qingzhu Hotel is the first five-star hotel in Shudi, which was founded in the Republic of China, and has received many dignitaries from various countries in history, and is also the first choice for elite and celebrities in Shudi to gather and entertain guests.

Dong Qingzhu is a legendary woman in Shu who studied in the island country in her early years.

After Dong Qingzhu returned to China, he devoted himself to serving the country, and successively opened hotels in Shu and the magic capital, all of which were named after Qingzhu.

Many years ago, the "one" and "generation" of the Huangpu River began to rise, and Dong Qingzhu "seized" the opportunity to move his family to the magic capital, and finally became a business giant.

This old store in Shudi is now being run by Dong Qingzhu's granddaughter, the third-generation eldest lady of the Dong family, Dong Xun'er.

"Mr. Ji, welcome." A graceful lady in a big red cheongsam walked out.

"You are?" Ji Lin was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand why the "demon" in front of him knew him.

"My name is Dong Qingzhu, and I am the person in charge of this hotel."

"Our hotel and your Yulei Group are important partners, I went to do business in Yulei Group today, and I just saw Mao Lao send you out."

"I've got a private party today, why don't you go in and sit for a while since you're here?"

Dong Xun'er stretched out her hand, and her gestures were full of elegance, showing the style of a famous lady in Shu.

"It turns out that this little girl misunderstood me as the new executive of Yulei Group."

Ji Lin touched his nose, feeling a little funny, but he didn't say anything.

After all, Ji Lin is still very interested in the place of Qingzhu Hotel.

Here, Ji Lin seemed to feel a hint of familiarity, a hint of the smell from the old people.

"What a beautiful son."

As a courtesan of the upper class of Shu, Rao is Dong Xun'er is more and more male, but when he saw Ji Lin for the first time, he still couldn't help but admire.

Women are like flowers, the older they get, the more they wither, but the older men are, the more mellow they are.

Ji Lin has experienced vicissitudes of life, and the mature charm exuded between her gestures is naturally not something that ordinary women can resist.

"Hello Miss Dong, my name is Ji Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ji Lin elegantly stretched out his right hand and looked at Dong Xun'er's gaze with appreciation.

Immortal for 5,000 years, Ji Lin has read countless women, and has been friends with Li Shishi, Shangguan Wan'er and other beauties through the ages.

Ordinary women, Ji Lin really doesn't take it to heart.

Dong Xun'er is very beautiful, and she belongs to the kind of woman who makes a man's blood boil at a glance.

But Ji Lin admires her only because of her deceased.

"Dong Xun'er and Qingzhu's beautiful eyes are like two people carved out of a mold, I really miss the days when I crossed Maxi Lake with my friends during the Republic of China."

"Mr. Ji, please inside."

"Please!"

Dong Xun'er held a private party today, although there were not many participants, but the guests were people with heads and faces in Shudi, and everything looked very elegant and high-grade.

"I didn't expect this painting to be here?"

After entering the VIP room, when Ji Lin's eyes fell on the wall, a yellowed Jiangnan ink painting scroll, he was stunned.

This painting and calligraphy depicts the beautiful scenery of the rainy Jiangnan vividly, making people feel like returning to the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River when the maple leaves are flying.

In the center of the picture is a very beautiful woman, with a graceful body outlined by a red cheongsam.

She stood on the broken bridge, staring at the Leifeng Pagoda in the distance with a side face, "Zhu" lips slightly opened to reveal a row of snow-white neat teeth, as if she was saying something.

Next to the cheongsam lady was a young man in a tunic suit.

The young man stood majestically like a mountain, although he was standing with his deputy behind his back, but people could guess that this person must be a good son of the turbid world.

"This painting and calligraphy is a treasure of my grandmother, written in 1930, and it is the work of Mr. Xishuang, if you want, sir, I will give it to you."

Seeing Ji Lin's interested, Dong Xun'er said with a smile.

Mr. Xishuang is a rare Buddhist monk in the modern history of China.

At the time of his death, Mr. Xishuang's muscles and bones turned into hundreds of relics, which was breathtaking, and he was only suspected to be the reincarnation of the Buddha.

With such a character, his calligraphy and painting are naturally worth a lot of money, Dong Xun'er said that if you give it away, you will give it away, this kind of mind and financial resources are really not ordinary.

"I like this painting very much, thanks to Miss Dong's love, then I will be disrespectful."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, his eyes full of memories.

There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below, and if you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

Shenzhou is vast, Jiangnan is a treasure land of feng shui, and there are too many stories that have happened here in the long years.

……

"Brother Wolong, I'm going to study in Tokyo, and Miss Ye Zi has already arranged everything for me."

On that day, the bridge was broken and the snow remained, and the girl stood slim in the wind, looking at Ji Lin's eyes with a gentle look.

"Since the Meiji Restoration, the island country has risen to become a forest of the world, and Tokyo is also a place to raise people, so it is a chance for you to study in Tokyo."

"But I want you to remember that no matter what you achieve in the future, you are my son and daughter."

"Now that the country is in trouble, I hope that if you can in the future, you will come back to serve my China, and don't learn from those banana people who forget their roots and blindly worship foreign people!"

On that day, Ji Lin's eyes were solemn and he warned the girl seriously.

"Brother Wolong, don't worry, I won't join the nationality of the island country, I want to learn from Yi to control Yi, hehe."

"But when I come back in three years, will you come and pick me up?"

Pinching the corners of her clothes, the girl's voice was as weak as the wind, and her "little" face was a little red.

"As you wish."

Ji Lin nodded, her demeanor was outstanding, and the girl's face turned even redder.

"Brother, can you ...... Hug me? ”

The girl raised her head boldly, her black and shiny eyes full of anticipation.

"When you go to a foreign country, you should take care of yourself, and if you have any difficulties, remember to write to me."

Ji Lin gently held the girl in his arms, as kind as a brother.

However, in the girl's little heart, how can she be willing to be Ji Lin's sister?

It's just that the girl also understands that in Ji Lin's eyes, she is just an innocent and cute little girl, that's all.

"Brother, I'll be a beautiful woman in three years, can you marry me then?"

After leaving this sentence that made Ji Lin stunned, the girl giggled and ran away into the distance.

……

That year, it was the autumn of 1915, and three years later, for some special reasons, Ji Lin entrusted his friend Miss Ye Zi to pick up the girl back.

The girl's name is ...... Dong Qingzhu, the strange woman like Jiangnan ink painting during the Republic of China.

"Girl, I'm sorry for you, the feelings in the mortal world are beautiful, and I also know your heart for me."

"Oh...... I am an immortal cultivator. Gently groping for this painting and calligraphy, Ji Lin's mind was a little heavy.

Ji Lin and Dong Qingzhu met again in 1930 after the autumn of 1915.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, the girl of that year has become a wife, but she still can't forget her admiration and love for Ji Lin when she was ignorant.

That day, Mr. Xishuang saw this scene by chance, recalled the past with Miss Ye Zi when he was not a monk, and then had this pair of calligraphy and paintings.

"I live in Beihaijun Nanhai, and I can't send geese to pass on the book; A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. ”

Between the lines, a faint sadness jumped out, as if it could penetrate the vicissitudes of time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in fact, I invite you here today to let you taste this piece of Song blue and white porcelain."

When Dong Xun'er turned around and left for a moment and returned, everyone was shaken, and even Ji Lin's eyes lit up.

Blue and white porcelain has been inherited for thousands of years since the Tang and Song dynasties, and it is the essence of tradition left by our ancestors.

Among them, Song blue and white porcelain is extremely rare in China.

Domestic experts have very limited understanding of Song blue and white porcelain, and the research in this area is still in a blank stage.

The mature era of blue and white porcelain technology was in Jingdezhen in the Yuan Dynasty, and the Tang and Song dynasties were in the exploration stage, and the process technology was not perfect.

However, in view of the scarcity of Song blue and white porcelain, the collection value of this "Yangzhijing bottle" is still very high.

"This Yangzhijing bottle is one of the few Song blue and white porcelain masterpieces in contemporary China."

"Now please comment on this piece of Song blue and white porcelain, whoever can score the highest, then the lady will give it to whom."

As soon as Dong Xun'er's words came out, Ji Lin couldn't help but glance at Dong Xun'er.

Although this piece of Song blue and white porcelain is not priceless, it is also expensive.

"It seems that Miss Dong's drunkard does not mean to drink, but to try to use this way to befriend the celebrities and magnates in Shu, so as to maintain the name of Qingzhu Hotel in the first hotel in Shudi."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, he had already guessed Dong Xun'er's plan.

"In ancient times, literati gathered, and the water flowed and chanted poems against each other, and the literature was full of style."

"Today's people gather with calligraphy and comment on Song blue and white porcelain, but it also does not lose the elegance of the breeze."

Ji Lin was originally bored with participating in this kind of private party, but the appearance of this Song blue and white porcelain made Ji Lin's ancient well-like Dao heart have a ripple.

"And the knife is like water, Wu Yan wins the snow, and the slender hand breaks the new orange...... There have been three shifts in the city, and the horses are slippery and frosty, so it is better to take a break, and there are few people. ”

This poem was written by Zhou Yanbang, a great genius in the Song Huizong period, and the name of the word is Juvenile You and the knife is like water.

Zhou Yanbang is a master of the graceful school, and is known as the 'negative generation of word names', and his words are naturally beautiful in rhyme, which is admirable.

Looking at Song Qinghua porcelain's gaze, Ji Lin sighed, and his thoughts seemed to fly to a thousand years ago.

……

In that year, the wind in Bianjing City was as strong as snow, and the bright moonlight tilted down, outlining an eerie and terrible angry face.

The person who was angry was Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, who was called "everything can be done, but only can not be the ear of the king".

"And the knife is like water, Wu Yan wins the snow, and the slender hand breaks the new orange, good! Very good! Very good, I'm really blind, and I actually raised you white-eyed wolf! ”

Bang!

On that day, the maple leaves stained the night sky red, just like the anger of Emperor Zhao Ji.

"At the beginning of the brocade, the beast fragrance is continuous, and the relative sitting is sheng."

Isn't this exactly the scene when he sneaked out of the palace that day to meet Master Li privately?

"Ask in a low voice: Who will you stay with, there have been three watches in the city."

Isn't this sentence exactly what I said about myself being drunk and lying on the knees of a beauty, and before I knew it, it was the middle of the night?

"The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, it is better to take a break, it is a few people."

This sentence is the farewell words of Master Li when he left, where did others know?

Damn Zhou Bangyan, I appreciate you so much, you actually have an affair with my most beloved woman!

Unforgivable!

Bang!

Zhao Ji smashed his fist on the table, and it was Zhou Bangyan on the table, the famous song "Youth Tour, and Knife Like Water"!

Zhao Ji "favored" Master Li, this matter is well known in Bianjing City, Zhao Ji doesn't believe that Zhou Bangyan doesn't know!

However, Zhou Bangyan knew that he couldn't do anything, but he even fornicated with Master Li!

And when he had a tryst, he hid under the "bed"!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel sick.

The general was furious, and millions of corpses were ambushed!

The emperor was furious, and the sky fell apart!

For the first time, Zhao Ji felt a monstrous anger!

In front of Zhao Ji, Master Li was prostrate on the ground, looking frightened.

If it weren't for the man he loved, who was standing behind Zhao Ji, Master Li would probably have the mind to kill himself.

"Your Majesty, Miss Shi Shi is a strange woman in the world, although she was born in the land of fireworks and willows, she has never been 'broken'."

"She and Zhou Bangyan are just polite, and now that Miss Shi has repented, would it be good to give her a chance?"

Seeing that Zhao Ji was murderous, Ji Lin frowned, and quietly held the handle of the knife with one hand.

Song Huizong and Zhao Ji probably wouldn't have dreamed that what Zhou Bangyan or himself fell in love with was just a stand-in for Master Li.

The real Master Li, there is only Ji Lin in his heart!

If Zhao Ji insisted on beheading Master Li at that time, then before Zhao Ji made a move, Ji Lin, who was a guard with a knife in the Imperial Forest Army, would not hesitate to cut off Zhao Ji's head with a knife!

If Ji Lin really did that, history would be rewritten in an instant!

However, history was not rewritten in the end, because Zhao Ji forgave Master Li.

"Zhou Bangyan can compose lyrics, and the thin gold body I created is also unparalleled in the world.

Zhao Ji waved his big hand and scolded Fang Xuan, the dung of the world's ten thousand households!

It was also on this day that Zhao Ji swiped his pen and sprinkled ink, and a unique emperor's charm of "Youth Tour, and Knife Like Water" jumped on the paper.

From time to time, there are famous craftsmen and giants, based on this story, based on the calligraphy of the emperor Zhao Ji, it took three years to adopt the blue and white porcelain process to create a Yangzhijing bottle, which is the thing in front of Ji Lin's eyes.

……

"When this piece of Song blue and white porcelain was made, it shocked the world, and the light of Yang Zhijing bottle broke through the sky, but I didn't expect that after a thousand years, I would be able to see this thing again."

Just when Ji Lin was moved, Dong Xun'er came over and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji, what do you think of this Song blue and white porcelain?" ”

But it turned out that when Ji Lin was pondering, the elites and celebrities present all expressed their opinions, and out of politeness, Dong Xun'er naturally wanted to ask Ji Lin's opinion.

"Not bad." Ji Lin nodded, cherishing words like gold.

"Then Mr. Ji, can you give everyone a taste of this Song blue and white porcelain?"

"If you're guessing the closest thing to the answer, this 20 million antique is yours." Dong Xun'er smiled slightly, with an elegant temperament.

"This piece of Song blue and white porcelain was fired in the official kiln of Bianjing in 1120 by the famous craftsman Qi Juzi, and it was completed in three years."

"The juvenile tour on Yang Zhijing's bottle is a cursive script written by Song Huizong in thin gold font."

Airplanes!

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, the audience was shaken, and everyone's eyes looking at Ji Lin were full of horror.

"Mr. Ji is really a god, even Mr. Tao can only see that this piece of Song blue and white porcelain was made in the late Northern Song Dynasty, but you can accurately guess the specific year, admire and admire."

As soon as Dong Xun'er's words came out, everyone gasped.

Mr. Tao is a master of contemporary ceramics and calligraphy, this time he happened to pass by Shudi, coincided with his meeting, and was the most powerful competitor of Song blue and white porcelain.

However, Ji Lin, an unknown junior, was able to easily defeat Mr. Tao, how powerful is his Chinese culture?

"Congratulations, Mr. Ji, this Song blue and white porcelain is yours." Dong Xun'er said with a smile.

"No, give it to those in need." In the scorching gaze of everyone, Ji Lin shook his head, his face was light and light.

After five thousand years of immortality, Ji Lin collected countless calligraphy and painting antiques from celebrities, and although he was bent on asking, he also accumulated huge wealth.

Just a piece of Song blue and white porcelain, Ji Lin really doesn't care about it.

It's just that these words fell into the ears of others, but they became the meaning of unashamed words.

However, Ji Lin had no meaning to explain, and left in a dashing manner under Dong Xun'er's scorching gaze.