Gu Fei listened carefully, and she was vaguely talking about Pinmo, her eyes rolled, and she turned her head to Mo Cheng and asked, "Fifth uncle, what is you doing inside?" ”

Mo Cheng's mind was still on what Gu Fei said before, and he didn't bother to pay too much attention to it, he glanced at it and said, "The Little Ink Workshop has a ten-day ink tasting meeting." ”

Hearing this, Gu Fei's eyes brightened a little, and the ripples were sparkling, like a bottomless jadeite color, "If the fifth uncle doesn't mind, Ah Fei wants to see it." ”

Mo Cheng nodded, beckoned his buddy casually, and motioned to lead Gu Fei forward, and he said that he was busy.

Gu Fei watched Mo Cheng's back disappear at the top of the stairs, the corners of his lips turned upward, and a treacherous smile bloomed, and when he blinked, he quickly disappeared, as usual.

The guy smiled and led the way for Gu Fei, but the noisy room was the emptiest on the second floor, pushing the door in, Gu Fei saw a group of people sitting in tea, there were several points in the middle of the case in two rows, almost every case was placed in front of a variety of ink pills, there was a man wearing a gorgeous costume and a jade crown standing on the head, and after cutting his hands behind his back, there was a childish scholar beside him who was studying ink.

The guy found a position with a good vision for Gu Fei, and then saluted and stood aside quietly to serve, the bitter mother was used to acting, and immediately rewarded the guy with one or two gold bills, and the happy guy smiled.

I saw that the scholar grinded for the man, took a few steps back, and the man rolled up his sleeves and dipped his pen in ink.

His movements were very slow, and after he was full of ink, his eyes were still slightly closed, and he pursed his lips and wrote on the white paper in one go.

Gu Fei's hand rubbed the handrail of the wheelchair, her gaze swept over the ink pills on the desk in turn, and only after the man had just finished writing did she move to the white paper with words.

"In terms of appearance, this ink pill is dark like lacquer, the ink is light and thin, the writing is bright, the paper is like a cloud of smoke, and the light of purple jade is implied, which is a good ink." The man saw that the handwriting on the white paper was dry, and leaned over to see that he had come to such a conclusion.

Then the scholar respectfully presented the blank paper with both hands to the others present to show one by one, and after reading it, no one did not agree with the man's statement.

The whole scene is exaggerated to the extreme.

When the white paper with words came to Gu Fei, she reached out and twisted the ink, rubbed it with her fingertips, and then sent it to the tip of her nose to sniff lightly, and immediately sneered.

This sneer was not loud, just enough for everyone to hear clearly, and it became more and more harsh and abrupt in a group of compliments.

The man looked sideways at Gu Fei, his facial features were handsome, his sword eyebrows were starry, his nose was red and his lips were straight, and he was secretly arrogant, at this moment the corners of his mouth smiled and asked elegantly, "This girl, is there something different?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the entire second floor fell silent, and everyone's eyes swung back and forth between the two.

Gu Fei carelessly took the silk handkerchief from Ku Ma's hand and wiped his hands, without raising his eyelids, he said, "The light of fireflies can only be called an ink maker, not an ink master." ”

The difference between the ink maker and the ink master is a world of difference.

One can only make, at most as a craft to make a living, but the ink master can create a precedent and be famous for centuries.

As soon as Gu Fei's words came out, the scene suddenly sank, and the man was only stunned, and then his smile remained unchanged, "Oh? Why did the girl say this, it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

Having said that, Gu Fei was not timid at all, she twisted the piece of paper with two fingers, and blew on the paper lightly, "The words are good." ”

"At the beginning of a quarter of an hour, the handwriting is divergent and the edges are mottled, so that the ink is impure, and the fingertips are rubbed lightly, and there is a feeling of obscurity and condensation, which is the roughness of the ink. ”

Gu Fei paused, his fingers loosened, and the paper with ink on it fell lightly to the ground, "In less than seven days, this handwriting will be dull, how can you say that the ink light is bright and contains the light of purple jade?" ”

Unlike the usual woman's crisp and warbler-like voice, Gu Fei's voice was lower, with a long sense of sand magnetism, but those few words were just like a burst of ice droplets falling to the ground by her, which made the faces of the people in the entire hall dull.

"Where did the girl come from, such an elegant thing as Pinmo, how could Xiaomo Ink Fang let people in so unruly!" This was the first to make a fuss.

"If you don't know ink, don't talk nonsense......"

"Feng Gongzi, how can you be a woman who can slander ......?"

Then there was a lot of talk, so it wasn't lively.

Gu Fei only smiled coldly, and said loudly, "Gu Youzhong's ink, a little like lacquer, and the pen is a knife lance, and the ink is a hammer. ”

This is very serious, Rao is the Feng Gongzi who has not changed his face, and his face has sunk.

He stared at Gu Fei, as if he wanted to see her through the veil, "The girl is so bold, why don't you ask the girl to let everyone here see what kind of ink is the ink of the middle general." ”

It should be known that a little bit of lacquer Zhong Jiang ink, and the formula has long been lost, and for thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone who has made Zhong Jiang ink.

Gu Fei's chin was slightly raised, and the eyes that were unforgettable at first sight were black and white, and the tips of the eyes were clearly sneering, "Is Childe crazy or is his brain not clear?" ”

Gu Fei opened his mouth and ridiculed, "What is the ink of Zhong Jiang?" ”

When a group of people, especially the Feng Gongzi, had a very gloomy face, she continued, "In the past, everyone who was called Zhong Jiang, the ink made by Zhong Jiang can be the ink of Zhong Jiang, no matter who makes it today, how can it be called Zhong Jiang's ink if it is not Zhong Jiang?" ”

This rhetorical question made the people present silent, Gu Fei seemed to have some truth in what he said, Zhong Jiang is a person who has no one to come, even if he finds out exactly the same Zhong Jiang Mo now, but there will be no second Zhong Jiang, so where will there be Zhong Jiang's ink.

However, after carefully tasting the deep meaning of these words, I feel that there is something strange in it, and as for what is the violation, I can't say it for a while.

Seeing that no one spoke, Gu Fei motioned to her mother to push her closer, she went to the side of the case written by the son, raised her hand and picked up the ink pill, the three-inch-long ink ingot has been sharpened at one end, and the gilded red plum is depicted on it, and the words "The System of Sealing Gifts" are engraved.

Gu Fei raised his eyes and asked, "Sealing the gift?" Is this Feng Gongzi? ”

Feng Lizhi felt that he couldn't get off the stage, especially when he was looked at by Gu Fei's eyes, and his black pupils reflected his gorgeous clothes, he felt that all the people around him were laughing at him, so he didn't have a good face at all, "No, it's down." ”

Gu Fei nodded, she carefully rubbed the ink ingot from the beginning to the end, then bent her fingers and tapped it, and then put it on the end of her nose and sniffed, and finally put the ink ingot back in place on the ink bed, "Presumably in this ink pill, Feng Gongzi added a little cinnabar to match, when writing, there was a bright purple light, Xu Shi sandalwood bark, good ink color, and supplemented with musk, so that the ink lingered, but Feng Gongzi knows a little?" ”

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[Note - peach kernel inkstone: ink made of inkstone, this statement refers to the Ming Dynasty Fang Yulu made immortal peach ink.]

Zhong Jiang's ink, a little like lacquer: Wei Zhong Jiang, Wei Dan, the word Zhong Jiang, calligrapher.

The pen is a knife lance, and the ink is a hammer armor, from the "Pen Array"]