"Xiaosheng, you won't fool me with these things, will you?" Yang Lao couldn't help but smile when he opened the snakeskin bag, he didn't even bother to clip the things inside when he visited Panjiayuan, but he didn't expect Liu Sheng to treat them as treasures.

"Elder Yang, how could I fool you, look at the handscroll inside." After Liu Sheng put away the Heavenly Apocalypse Tongbao, he deliberately checked it with his discerning eye, except for the handscroll with Li Baixing's book, which emitted a colorful treasure light, the others were all mediocre.

"Oh, yes, I'll see." Yang Lao's voice didn't feel that it had improved a few points, his eyes were full of smiles, and he carelessly took Li Baixing's handscroll in his hand.

"Let's go."

Yang Lao just opened the handscroll, and his smile immediately turned into consternation, and he didn't even notice that the handscroll slipped from his hand, and the whole person seemed to be petrified, like a muddy wood like motionless, allowing the handscroll to roll on the ground.

"Click."

"Don't move."

Liu Sheng's eyes flickered, and there was a black hole in the center of his eyebrows, and a young man who came out of nowhere was looking at him coldly.

"Didn't move."

Liu Sheng trembled his lips, feeling his legs limp, trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to stand firm, for fear that the cold young man in front of him would pull the trigger.

"Xiao Li, step aside."

"Yes."

The young man agreed, put away the gun, disappeared, and in one go, and in the blink of an eye, he was hidden in a shadow.

"Mom, it scared the hell out of me."

Liu Sheng sat on the ground, gasping for breath, greedily breathing in the fresh air, and his face, which was slightly tired from the fatigue of the journey, became more and more pale.

"Liu Sheng, you're fine." Elder Yang asked with concern, and Professor Kong also cast a concerned gaze at this time.

"It's okay."

Liu Sheng took a deep breath, calmed down a little, reluctantly stood up from the ground, and said in a wistful voice.

"Hehe, it's all my fault that the old man is rare and weird, and it frightens you, so let's choose a treasure from my treasure house, and I will apologize to you as an old man." Yang Lao couldn't help but laugh when he heard Liu Sheng's slightly resentful answer.

"Hehe, I'm not welcome to Mr. Yang." Liu Sheng came to the spirit all of a sudden, he learned from Professor Kong that this Yang Lao in front of him is a famous collector in the country, but he is hidden in the court, and his reputation is not obvious in the eyes of ordinary people, and only those senior experts know the richness and essence of this collection, which is unimaginable.

"Lao Yang, what's wrong with you just now, is there anything wrong with this handscroll?" Professor Kong pointed to the handscroll that had already been picked up on the table and said, the air is too tense, change the topic, and enliven the atmosphere.

"See for yourself." Old Yang looked like an old god, and seemed to want to see Professor Kong lose his ugly.

"Inexplicable, just look at it." Professor Kong looked at Yang Lao's expression and was a little confused by the second monk, so he opened the handscroll with a bold spirit of exploration.

"Is this true?" Professor Kong's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but scream, and turned his head to look at Yang Lao, hoping to get an answer from him.

"Of course it's true, between the lines, it is chic, vigorous and strong, righteous, with the sharpness of a heroic blade, and the romance of Tianzhong's brushwork, none other than Li Qinglian." Yang Lao blew his beard and glared, obviously dissatisfied with Professor Kong's questioning.

"Well, it's really similar to the cursive script of "Balcony Post". It was rare that Professor Kong did not quarrel with Yang Lao, and echoed casually, but his eyes and heart were full of Li Bai's "Chengxing Post".

"Riding on the moon, entering the restaurant in the west, I don't realize that the characters are forgotten, and I am outside the world. As Song Huizong's praise of "Taibai tastes the book" and enters the restaurant in the west, you can feel that the characters look at each other, and you are outside the world. 'When the float is white. Professor Kong Huo Ran stood up, grabbed the teacup on the table, and drank the tea that had already been cooled.

"Alas, it's a pity that Song Huizong's Shuanglong small seal." Professor Kong suddenly thought of something again, and couldn't help but show a regretful expression.

"Hehe, Lao Kong, I may be inferior to you in the identification of bronze Buddha statues, but when it comes to calligraphy, painting, ceramics, you can't catch up, who said that there is no Shuanglong seal." Elder Yang looked at Professor Kong's expression and couldn't help but feel proud.

"Where, where." Professor Kong looked the "Chengxing Post" up and down, as if he wanted to see it through.

"Of course it was hidden, otherwise Liu Sheng could get it so easily?" Old Yang looked at Professor Kong, who looked like an ant on a hot pot, with a look of contempt for you.

"Then you can get it out quickly." Professor Kong paced eagerly.

"Don't worry, this hand roll is three or four meters long, don't you think there are no surprises below?" Yang Lao took a sip of tea, but he calmed down his mind first.

"Yes, yes." Professor Kong is like a stream, slowly unfolding the whole volume, and what is written below is only the content of the "Tao Te Ching", and the author's pen power is also mediocre, and he can't help but be disappointed.

"Huh? The spring grass is green for more than 10,000 miles, and the sunset in the border city is gone. I know that I have been at sea for three years, and I don't send a book in the clouds. Professor Kong slowly unfolded about half of the way, and suddenly there was a change in the font and content, and he didn't feel that he was reading it aloud.

"Wait, Lao Kong, this is "Spring Grass Post"." Yang Lao felt as if he was on a roller coaster, and the pressure on his heart couldn't help but increase a few points.

""Spring Grass Post", what "Spring Grass Post"?" Professor Kong didn't react yet, so he asked casually.

"Spring Grass Post!" Professor Kong was stupid, he didn't expect this to be Zhang Xu's work.

Zhang Xu, whose name is Bogao, was a native of Wu County (near present-day Suzhou, Jiangsu). The first officer was Changshu Lieutenant, and the later official went to Jinwu Changshi, known as "Zhang Changshi." "Gong poetry book, Xiao Jing Kai method, cursive writing is the most famous. Zhang Xu is known as one of the eight ancient saints of China; It was listed by Du Fu and Li Bai, He Zhizhang, Li Shizhi, Ruyang Wang Li Jin, Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, and Jiao Sui as the Eight Immortals in Drinking; Its cursive script was listed as one of the three uniques of the Tang Dynasty by the poems of Tang Wenzong and Li Bai, and Pei Min's sword dance.

"When it is really upside down, beyond the ancient and modern, decadent and heavenly, a little bit of painting, and the attitude is self-sufficient, called Shenyi. Like a god entangled in the sky, Xia Yun is out of Xiu, and the situation is strange, and it is impossible to predict. The book of Zhang Changshi, indulgent and unbridled, is not the power of gods and ghosts, and cannot be named. Yang Lao felt a little drunk in his heart, and seemed to be immersed in Zhang Xu's artistic beauty like floating clouds outside the sky, clouds rolling and soothing, and inexplicable changes.

"Zhang Xu is really Gao Shiye." Seeing it, Professor Kong stroked his palms and smiled, and couldn't stop dancing.

With the surprise of "Chengxing Post", Professor Kong and Yang Lao had a little immunity, and slowly unfolded until there was a change at the end of the volume.

"This..." Both of them had a ghostly expression, staring at the back of the handscroll, and couldn't say a word excitedly.

ps: Finally signed a contract.,Xiaohua begs you to give a big reward.,A good omen.,Recommended.,The collection can not be less.,Don't say that Xiaohua is greedy.。