This time in the treasure cave, the fat man picked up a big bargain, not only to get a lot of good treasures, but also to absorb enough purple qi, so that his ability to heal also improved a big step. If it turned out that helping these monkeys heal their injuries, it is estimated that he would be tired and lying down, but now, the monkeys are jumping around, and he is still alive.

Leaving the rhubarb on guard, the big and small boys returned to the nursing home with big bags - since the monkeys were full of energy, the fat man certainly couldn't send the evil soldiers, so he sent them back to carry some more food and drink.

Spirited down the cliff, the fat man's flashlight shining on an unopened wooden box. The monkeys nourished by the purple qi took the lead and rushed over to start unpacking. Not to mention, with the connection of purple qi, the cooperation between each other is also a lot of tacit understanding. If Doudou wasn't there two days ago, the monkeys' stubborn nature would be exposed, and if they shine a flashlight like this, they will either come over to grab the flashlight, or run after the pillar of light, in short, it won't follow your wishes.

The wooden crates were opened, and the monkeys stood in a row again and began to carry them. When the little handsome monkey stuffed the things out of the slit, the fat man didn't react, and lay there as if he was stupid, motionless.

The old man Diao in the back pinched the fat man's leg and stomach, and this thing suddenly regained his consciousness and went to pick up the baby with his hands and feet.

"Slow down, it looks like calligraphy and painting!" Old man Diao reminded behind him. In fact, the fat man has long seen that most of the boxes are scrolls, and this one box is so far. The one with the strongest purple gas. Therefore, the fat man fell into a short distraction, and secretly guessed in his heart: This will not be a boutique at the level of a national treasure, right?

Although they get out a lot of good babies. But in the words of the old man Diao, that is, there is no thing at the bottom of the box, and this box of calligraphy and painting may bring surprises to him and the golden eye carving.

As a result, the fat man's movements also became gentle, and he carefully passed the scroll to the old man Diao behind him. The golden-eyed eagle climbed back a few times to a spacious place. Then I was so anxious that I unfolded the scroll - it stands to reason that time was short. You should go back and tidy it up slowly. However, the golden eye carving also has a preference for calligraphy and painting, which makes it seem impatient.

As soon as the picture scroll unfolded, in the narrow cracks, the sound of old man Diao's gasping suddenly sounded. Even the well-informed golden-eyed carving was so stunned by the work in front of him that the hands that unfolded the scroll trembled slightly.

"You're old, are you, is it Wang Xizhi's calligraphy or Wu Daozi's painting?" Of course, the fat man could sense the abnormality of the old man Diao, and his heart became more and more excited.

Old man Diao took a long breath, calmed down his excitement for a while, and then said: "The two you mentioned are both transcendent and holy characters, how can their ink treasures be so easy to meet. However, this calligraphy work really has some relationship with the calligraphy saint, if it is not bad as expected. It should be Wang Xianzhi's Mid-Autumn Festival! ”

Brother Badou still has this common sense, and he knows that Wang Xianzhi is the seventh son of Wang Xizhi, although he is better than the blue. But it can also be called the last generation. Happy, I was about to dance with my hands, but I slammed my head on the stone wall above.

The fat man rubbed his head and muttered in his mouth: "If you can get Wang Xianzhi's handwriting, even if you knock two heads, it's worth it!" ”

"Hachidou. If you keep doing this, I really don't want you as an apprentice. It's a shame! Old man Diao shook his head again and again, "Calligraphy and painting are the most difficult antiques to preserve, from the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the present, you have calculated how many years, if you want to keep the paper, silk and ink at that time until now, unless it is a coincidence, it is too difficult." ”

Hearing him say this, Brother Badou was not discouraged: "Copy, isn't my big bag in vain?" ”

When the old man Diao heard this, he began to train his apprentices again: "The vast majority of the existing famous posts before the Tang Dynasty are copied works, and Wang Xianzhi's Mid-Autumn Festival posts are no exception. However, I have never seen this version, and it is not known if it was before the Tang Dynasty. If that's the case, then its value is incalculable. ”

Speaking of this, I also want to thank the most famous emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Taizong, Li Shimin is a calligraphy enthusiast, and there are many national players under him, so he assigned these people to copy many excellent works of his predecessors, so that these calligraphy can be passed on to future generations.

However, everything has advantages and disadvantages, and after Li Shimin's death, he also buried a large number of books that he loved in his life. It is said that there is the first post of the ages - Orchid Pavilion Preface.

After listening to Old Man Diao's popular science, Brother Badou's mood became happy again, and he was more energetic to work. On the contrary, the old man Diao was a bit of a wretch, because every time he took out a scroll, he had to carefully sort it out, and then put it in a paper cylinder, seal it at both ends, and finally put it on with a prepared cloth cover, just like taking care of a newborn baby.

Later, when the cylinders and cloth bags were used up, the golden-eyed eagle took off his clothes and trousers, tore them into strips of cloth, and wrapped these precious scrolls.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses, the Golden Eye Sculpture also forcibly resisted the urge to open the scroll and take a look, which was too painful for a connoisseur obsessed with painting and calligraphy.

However, this is also a helpless thing, after all, these scrolls have been in the dust of the special environment of the cave for decades, and if they suddenly change to a new environment, it is easy to cause irreparable damage.

Looking at the old man Diao who was only wearing a vest and pants, even the fat man had to sigh: He is really dedicated. At this moment, he finally made a heavy decision: when he went back, he must find an opportunity to learn from his teacher in the name of righteousness.

When a box of calligraphy and paintings was finished, it was obvious that it was already a little dark outside. The fat man took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon. In the hectic work, time flies by.

Seeing that the monkeys were also tired, the fat man beckoned to rest, and then withdrew first--with him and the golden-eyed eagle in the block, the monkeys couldn't get out if they wanted to.

When they arrived at the top of the cliff, the big and small ones came back early and brought back two big bags of food. Brother Badou took out a note from his bag, and he wrote it on the front, saying that he had met a group of monkeys on the mountain and asked the old revolutionary to prepare more food; Looking at the reverse side in turn, I saw that it was written: Badou, are you kid ready to be the monkey king?

Watching those monkeys compete for food, and then a monkey who had been treated by him handed a piece of ham sausage to the fat man, Brother Badou couldn't help but laugh twice: "I really found some of the monkey king's feet now-"

Then, Brother Badou took out his clothes and pants from the baggage that Michiko Kurai and the others threw down, and asked Old Man Diao to change into them. In the evening, all the mosquitoes in the forest get up, and if you don't put on your clothes, you will definitely be able to eat them.

Unexpectedly, I found several flashlights in the other party's baggage, and they were all professional. The fat man couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it, and immediately announced that he would rest for a while and continue to fight at night.

Considering that this place will be discovered sooner or later, he also realizes that time is pressing, and he must seize it early and get as many treasures as possible.

Perhaps stimulated by food, the monkeys, after eating and drinking, became energetic again, climbed down the rope, and started work one after another.

One by one, the wooden boxes were opened, and it was impossible to take them away, so the fat man could only endure the pain and choose those treasures with relatively strong purple energy. This feeling is described by the fat man as "painful and happy".

At night, the mountains are extremely quiet and silent, only the chirping of autumn insects. Unconsciously, in the second half of the night, layers of white mist rose under the cliff, and even permeated into the cracks.

Because the fog is shrouded, the fat man does not dare to climb up and down, and the treasure taken out is temporarily stored in the crack, and when the fog dissipates, it will be transported in batches.

Unconsciously, the time has reached the second half of the night, and I have been working for fifteen or sixteen hours, and the person who is as strong as a fat man is also a little in a trance, and the whole action has become mechanical: taking something from the monkey's paw, and then passing it to the golden-eyed eagle in the back, almost numb.

After three or four more hours, the sky was faintly bright, and the fat man was so sleepy that he kowtowed, and the monkey squeaked a few times every time he handed something, and the fat man was excited to recover some of his senses, and then he handed the thing out.

Squeak - the monkey's cry came from the cave again, and the fat man opened his hazy sleepy eyes again, and began to pass mechanically, and at the same time, he unconsciously glanced at the treasure in his hand.

This look scared the fat man's mother, and he didn't feel sleepy, and the baby in his hand also fell to the ground with a click, and rolled a few times. Then, the fat man shouted at the top of his voice: "You want to scare me to death, you actually get a skull out, and the monkey will dilute the intestines." Only the little devil has entered this cave, and it must be the head of the little devil, and it will be left for you to use as a urinal-"

No wonder the fat man was annoyed, these monkeys were really naughty enough, and they actually handed out a skull, in the middle of the night, Leng Buding saw this thing, and it was good if he didn't scare Brother Badou.

Squeak, the monkey barked inside, and they felt a little wronged: this thing was also taken out of the wooden box, and the big box was covered with a small box, and we had to work hard to open it.

At this time, the golden-eyed eagle behind him also asked the fat man what was going on, and the fat man replied angrily: "These monkeys make a skull to scare people." You say it's infuriating! ”

Skull--The golden-eyed eagle had a flash of inspiration in his mind: "Badou, show me quickly-"

"What's there to see, it must be a little devil." Brother Badou's mouth was crooked, but he had already decided that Old Man Diao was his master, so it was not easy to disobey, so he stretched out his arm and touched the skull, and then handed it to Old Man Diao.

Old man Diao's expression was extremely nervous, and he turned on the flashlight whose beam had turned yellow, and shone it on the skull: this skull was heavy in his hand, and his bones had been petrified, as if it had experienced the baptism of hundreds of thousands of years, recording the vicissitudes of history.

When the flashlight in the old man's hand fell to the ground, the crack fell into darkness. The fat man began to mumble dissatisfiedly again: "If you don't want to see it, you have to watch it, this time it's scared!" (To be continued)