Seeing Feng Junshan's precious, Zhou Ming couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Feng doesn't need to be so exaggerated, although this thing is very valuable, but it should be no problem to smoke such a thin piece in a month, according to this rhythm, you can't use ten grams in a year, how can these more than four hundred grams be enough for a lifetime." ”

Feng Junshan let out a sigh of relief, "It's easy to say, but the flesh hurts when I go under the knife, I look at the agarwood that I cut, but it hurts more than cutting my flesh." ”

Zhou Ming laughed when he heard this, but he could also understand what Feng Junshan meant, because this thing is indeed too valuable, use a little less, and the market value of such a thin piece is hundreds of thousands, and there are many people rushing to ask for it, if there is news today that there is a pound of Indian Bai Qinan in Feng Junshan, there is no need to wait for dawn to come to the door to buy.

Feng Junshan carefully put the thin piece of agarwood on the smoke rack, and then put it into the incense burner brought by Zhou Ming in the morning, like a devout believer in worshipping the gods, lowered his eyebrows and placed the incense burner in the shrine, and a statue of Guanyin was enshrined in the shrine.

His eyes fell on Guanyin, and Zhou Ming's mind moved slightly, but he didn't expect this Guanyin to be an antique. Anyway, Zhou Ming felt it when he came in, there are also a lot of good things in Feng Junshan's study, there are dozens of large and small, calligraphy and paintings on the wall, as well as desk seats and inkstone water bowls and other study utensils on the desk are all good things.

Because there are a large number of them, they are all good things, so Zhou Ming didn't find out Guanyin's abnormality until Feng Junshan worshiped the incense burner in the shrine. Zhou Ming took a closer look, this Guanyin was jujube red all over, with a faint pattern like flowing water, and the surface was very moist, looking like it was lubricated with oil, and there was a faint jewel-like luster.

"This is a boxwood carving, right?" Zhou Zhou Ming saw this and asked casually, "Well, the base should be small-leaved red sandalwood." ”

Feng Junshan nodded, "That's true, this is the original thing in the villa, I cleaned it up and worshipped it, it should be an antique, right?" ”

Zhou Zhou Ming nodded, "It's really a good thing, looking at this carving and Guanyin's open-face style, it's a thing in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and it's a small boutique." ”

"Hehe, I didn't take it seriously, I just put it here to make offerings when I smoked incense," Feng Junshan laughed.

Zhou Ming didn't say anything more, stood still in front of the statue of Guanyin, waited for the incense to slowly heat up a faint trace of green smoke, stretched out his hand and flashed lightly in front of him, the wisp of green smoke extended in front of Zhou Ming as if he had been summoned by something, and at the same time, Zhou Zhou Ming cooperated and took a deep breath.

Inhaling it into his stomach in one breath, Zhou Ming instantly entered a mysterious realm, only to feel that the wisp of green smoke was as cold as a living thing and slowly drilled into his chest along his nostrils, followed by a circle and then went down into the dantian, and I don't know how long it took to slowly disappear, until there was no longer the slightest sense of existence.

When Zhou Ming opened his eyes, he only felt that his whole person was refreshed as if he had swallowed some elixir, his eyes seemed to be much brighter, and he felt that he was full of color when he looked at everything.

"Hey, man, how do you feel?" Feng Junshan snickered on the side: "I can't see that your actions are quite professional, brother, like a veteran of playing incense." ”

Zhou Ming smiled lightly and took a deep breath again, "It's really fragrant, if you don't know that you are still in the world, you will really think that you have been brought to Elysium by Guanyin." ”

Feng Junshan laughed proudly: "The first time I smelled this fragrance, it was like this, I was much more unbearable than you brother, and I almost didn't cry when I inhaled it in one breath." ”

As he spoke, the curling smoke had spread gently, and the study room of more than 50 square meters was already filled with this rich and pure aroma, without the slightest miscellaneous smell, let alone the slightest fire, but it was extraordinarily cool.

After Zhou Ming got used to this magical fragrance, Feng Junshan had already spread out the rice paper and was grinding the ink.

Zhou Ming walked to the desk and looked at it, and sighed secretly in his heart, a rich man is a rich man, everything in this study looks inconspicuous, but the light desk with a set of texts on the desk is played, the market value is 10 million smaller, and the desk is Huanghuali; The water bowl is blue and white, and the color is still from the Qianlong period; The inkstone is a carved mud inkstone, and the pulp is also from the late Qing Dynasty at the latest; The paperweight is Hetian white jade, but it is a new worker, but the material is also a good white jade, although it does not reach the first level of mutton fat jade, but it is also the best mountain material, so the market value of the two pieces is more than two million; Even the most worthless ink blocks are the best pine smoke old ink.

However, Zhou Zhou Ming didn't say anything this time, but took the ink block to help grind the ink and let Feng Junshan do it himself.

Feng Junshan was obviously quite confident, and he smiled and picked up a brush and said with a smile: "Let my brother show me my brother's skills, hehe, even the president of our calligraphy association praised me for writing better than him." ”

Municipal Calligraphy Association? Zhou Zhou Ming laughed secretly in his heart, now this calligraphy association has too much water, more than 60% of the people in it are not serious calligraphers, most of them are just hanging names, as for the level of writing, it is natural that it cannot be demanding, even if Zhou Zheng can write large characters, even if he has the ability, as for artistry and beauty, he really can't be harsh on them.

Provincial and even national/national calligraphy associations are like this, and it is obviously more worth pondering how high the municipal level can be, anyway, Zhou Ming doesn't look down on those people's works. There were also some calligraphy and painting exhibitions held in the city before, and he was still full of expectations to visit, but he was very disappointed, because most of the exhibits were only at the level of enthusiasts, and they did not match the names of the authors.

However, Zhou Zhou Ming looked at the few big characters written by Feng Junshan, and he was a little admired in his heart, although the level was average, but it was indeed hard work, you must know that Feng Junshan is not a professional, but a middle-aged man who became a monk halfway, and it is already very good to have such a level.

Feng Junshan wrote "borrow from the sky for another five hundred years" seven big characters, all of which are simplified characters, but the layout is really good, it can be seen that there is a famous teacher to point out, and the momentum of these seven big characters is very sufficient, which can only be written after investing in feelings, and the content of these seven words is matched, looking at it does have a kind of pride that hates the years too short.

Understand this, Monday Mingxin said that the word Feng Junshan is really good, although the skill on the strokes is not enough, but the charm is really enough, which is slightly better than some people writing regular but emotionless big characters, just for this point, Feng Junshan's words can be regarded as a little small, and it can be regarded as a real entry.

Waiting for the seven big characters to be written in one go, Zhou Zhou Ming hurriedly applauded, "Good words, good words, I was a little suspicious before, but now when I look at it, it really matches the words." ”

Feng Junshan proudly straightened his belly, "I'm also very satisfied, hahaha, this is the result of a good fragrance, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write such smooth big characters under normal circumstances," said solemnly on the inscription next to the big characters.

However, this paragraph, Feng Junshan's bottom details are all exposed, not only the strokes and glyphs are very ordinary, but even the momentum in the seven big characters in the text is gone, how awkward it is. Could this be the true level of Feng Junshan?

When Feng Junshan wrote the second one, Zhou Zhou Ming laughed secretly in his heart Sure enough, it is only at the level of lovers, it seems that the seven big characters at the beginning are indeed super level played, so it seems that this agarwood is really magical, and it has such an effect.

However, Zhou Zhou Ming also knows that this is a normal situation, and it takes a lot of dedication to invest in calligraphy and art works, and it takes a perfect fit between his psychological state and the content that the calligraphy and painting works will express in order to make better works.

Perhaps just now Feng Junshan really hoped that he could live a few hundred more years, so that strong desire was perfectly combined with the seven big characters of "borrowing from the sky for another five hundred years", and then created this relatively outstanding big character. But after changing the content, Feng Junshan is no longer engaged in creation, but simply writing, and what he writes is naturally not outstanding.

And the real great artist, even if he writes a word, can integrate his feelings and feelings into the strokes, even if it is a simple signing of a name, the word looks like he is there in person, full of charm.

Of course, this kind of realm is too high for these enthusiasts like Feng Junshan, and it is already very good for him to be able to write such a big character unintentionally, and it is too demanding for him to write such a level in every word.

Seeing that Feng Junshan proudly wrote another song of Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain", Zhou Zhou Ming couldn't help but didn't laugh but applauded, "Not bad, it's very well written." ”

Feng Junshan smiled and handed the brush to Zhou Ming, "Brother, come here, I only heard you say that you used to sell words for a living, and I really haven't seen your ink treasure." ”

Zhou Ming shook his head, "Mobao doesn't dare to be, you can barely take a look," he was modest, but he was not slow, pinching the brush and dipping it in thick ink, raising his elbow and hanging his wrist for a little contemplation, and after brewing for a while, he wrote a poem "Guo Songyuan Morning Cooking Paint Store", "Mo Yan has no difficulty going down the ridge, and he is liked by pedestrians; is entering the circle of ten thousand mountains, and a mountain lets go of a mountain block. ”

This poem is Zhou Zhou Ming's favorite one, and he often recited it when he was very young, because at that time, he followed the troupe to run north and south, especially in the north, and the most seen on the road was the mountain, so he had a personal experience of the feeling of "a mountain let go of a mountain block". (PS: Sorry sorry, I'm sorry, I uploaded it a little late today, so it's better to have two chapters at the same time.) ）