Su You felt a sudden shock in his heart when he heard this.

"It's only to blame Li Mengchu for not being good at choosing apprentices, and he chose such a beast to inherit the mantle. However, he knows that he should also thank me Rob, if I hadn't bought the left scroll with a lot of money first, his Jiaohe picture would never have been reunited with the right scroll. ”

"Bisheng is such a villain who betrays his master, and he can still get a lot of money to live a free life......" Su You was quite angry.

"Don't worry, nephew Wang, how can I, Robuer, let go of such a villain? I'm a man of good and evil. When he got the right scroll, I killed him, so how could I pay him the gold? ”

“…… You killed him? ”

"Yes," Rob looked innocent, "it's his insatiable greed, causing the heirloom treasures to be separated, and I, Rob, hate this person the most, so naturally I want to kill him to vent his evil anger for his master." ”

"Obviously you instigated him to dig the grave......"

"It's his sin that he wants to dig, and I, Rob, don't do such a hurtful thing as digging people's graves, not to mention that I don't even know where the graves are."

Su You secretly scolded in his heart, such a shameless person even boasted of being high, obviously he didn't know where the tomb was, so he bought the left scroll with a lot of money, which led the disciple to have more greed, which tempted him to turn around and dig his wife's tomb. I only pity the infatuation of Li Mengchu's life, which was originally a painting made for his deceased wife, but it caused misfortune, and there was no peace after death.

"Nephew Wang, do you like this painting? Why don't you send it to Uncle Wang? ”

Su You felt an indescribable discomfort in his chest, and waved his hand and said, "No." ”

He hurried out of the storeroom and took a deep breath.

The remnant sun is sinking, and the rays are like weaving.

Seeing that he was not happy on his face, Rob smiled and said, "Since the king's nephew doesn't like it, then let's look elsewhere." So saying, he pointed to the adjacent storehouse, and said, "There will be some good things to be found there." ”

The two of them entered the second storeroom, this time with calligraphy stickers hanging on the walls.

Su You remembered that when he was a child, he often watched his uncle and aunt write and write notes, and he was quite influenced and interested. But when it was time to learn, Ye Zhiqiu didn't let him learn, and only said: "It's just the leisure of the older people to play the yin and shine, you are still young, and it is serious to spend your efforts in the place where you should spend." ”

This place should be spent, naturally referring to learning the art of war with Mu Yunyou.

Therefore, Su You's attainments in calligraphy are extremely ordinary.

But this does not mean that he is not interested, his aunt Mrs. Ye saw that he was quietly looking through the calligraphy behind his uncle's back, and when he saw that it was an hour, she secretly pointed out and taught him to appreciate.

Of all the fonts, Su You's favorite is cursive. He is free and unrestrained by nature, and his mood is peaceful, which is quite similar to the interest of cursive writing. Although I can't write well, I always love to find a good book.

In this warehouse, there are a lot of famous posters on the wall, and Su You's eyes are only attracted by one of the crazy cursive posters, and he can't turn his eyes anymore.

"It's ...... Could this be ......" The more Su You looked, the more dumbfounded he became, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Nephew Wang's good vision, this is the handwriting of Zhang Qisheng, who is known as the first talent."

Su You nodded and muttered: "There will be no mistake, this is Zhang Qisheng's wild grass, his calligraphy is full of strange shapes, running and free, but it implies the neatness of the seal grass and the elegance of the grass, which can be called all-inclusive." It's just that what I don't understand is that I heard that Zhang Qisheng was depressed all his life, so that he died young, and there are not many notebooks left behind, although I dare not say that there are countless posters, but I have carefully pondered each of his calligraphy, how come I have never seen this one? ”

Rob squinted at the calligraphy, his face smug as he pointed to the head of the post and read, "Lu Yin...... This post is Zhang Qisheng's death post, written in an extremely secret way, and there are indeed not many people who have seen it. ”

"Death post?" Su You was puzzled.

This has to start with Zhang Qisheng's life. Zhang Qisheng was born in poverty and was the only male in the family. It is rare that although his parents are farmers, they do not let him work in the fields, and the whole family saves money just to provide him with education, hoping that he will get ahead in the future. ”

Su You nodded, he had heard the story of this person who was poor but diligent and studious since he was a child, and it was also quite popular among the people.

However, although Zhang Qisheng has excellent calligraphy qualifications, he is not a scholar, and he has not been admitted to the township examination three times, and after being ridiculed by others and peers, he has won the reputation of being the first talent. Zhang Qisheng was depressed, and there was no one to sue, so he could only rely on writing to relieve it. It's strange to say, the more depressed he is, the more wonderful the cursive writing he writes, and all the famous artists have seen it, and they all praise it. His parents were also happy to see that his books could be sold for money, and for a time his wild grass was hard to find. ”

Su You smiled, his aunt had also mentioned these things to him. My aunt said that Zhang Qisheng's penmanship was very changeable, or exposed, or restrained, or unrestrained, or silky, but not all the calligraphy was wonderful, and some of the characters were even mediocre as fakes.

Rob continued: "But this chapter Qisheng is a stubborn temper, he is not convinced if he fails the exam, and he refuses to write when others ask him to write. So I took the exam several times, and finally at the age of twenty-two, I was admitted to the examination and got the official position of a Jiupin county official. His family is only bitter, but he can be regarded as having survived, hehe...... I don't know......"

Su You asked, "I don't know how?" He only knew that Zhang Qisheng died at the age of twenty-five, and he didn't know why.

"Although this person's calligraphy is famous, he has been appointed as a county order, but he is only nine grades, and how can he be regarded by others in the officialdom. He is honest and upright, neither forming a party for personal gain, nor preying on the people, and naturally he does not know how to cater to his boss. The prefect of the county under his jurisdiction is also a calligrapher, and at first he respected him a little, but he couldn't ask for words several times, and he became more and more uncomfortable, so he changed his face and often looked for some reasons for neglect and industriousness to scold him. Sometimes after scolding, Zhang Qisheng felt bored, so he went to write, and from time to time he would write some admirable cursive scripts. Most of the things that have been handed down today were written in those years. ”

Su You sighed, "I see, I said why although he is like a dragon and a phoenix, there is always a faint resentment, but it is for this." ”

Rob nodded: "His prefect's boss sent someone to secretly steal a few of his words, like a treasure." However, in the end, the people's hearts were insufficient, and the prefect realized that the more he reprimanded, the better he could write, so he secretly had an idea. ”

"What about the prefect?"

That year coincided with a waterlogging disaster in the prefecture and county, and the prefect dispatched people from all over the country to fill the embankment, and Zhang Qisheng's county was somewhat remote, and when he arrived on the road, he encountered heavy rain and was delayed for two days, but he could not catch up with the repair of the embankment. However, it was a once-in-a-century flood, which broke the embankment and flooded countless fertile fields, and many people died. The prefect took the opportunity to play the court and blamed Zhang Qisheng for the breakdown. The imperial court knew that in fact, he was just a county order, and a delay of two days would not change the result of the embankment. But seeing that he was a nine-pin, he didn't dig deeper, so he dismissed him lightly. That chapter Qisheng was cold for more than ten years, and he easily gained a reputation, and he worked hard for three years to make a county order, but he didn't expect it to be a morning dew overnight, and it was empty in a blink of an eye, and his heart was so sad and indignant that it was difficult to regenerate. ”

Su You's heart tightened, as if he had vaguely guessed the ending, and hurriedly asked, "Then what." ”

Zhang Qisheng never married in his life, and his parents were also dead at that time, so he was alone. Before he was dismissed, he had already received the news from Beijing, and his heart was full of despair. That night, after he finished writing this "Lu Yin", he disappeared. At first, the officials in the county government could not find him, but a few days later, the body was found next to the broken embankment, and it was known that he had committed suicide by throwing himself into the river. In the end, the prefect finally got his wish and got the best writing in Zhang Qisheng's life. ”

Su You frowned, and the feeling of being stuck in his throat was as good as when he looked at the "Jiaohe Picture". He looked at the painting "Lu Yin" carefully, and between the lines was resentment, and the strokes were broken and connected, like crying and complaining.

He suddenly stared at the two sentences at the end of the post for a long time.

"The leaves are beginning to become dew, such as syrup and sweet pearls.

It is not enough to die day and night, but he knows the suffering of the world. ”

He pointed to the last word "bitter" and asked in a trembling voice, "That word bitter...... Why...... Why is the stroke suddenly jerky, and the pen is like a hook? Not only does it not look like cursive, but it also doesn't feel like ...... Write it out with a pen. ”

Rob smiled and nodded, "I don't know the specific reason, but I heard that when the corpse was recovered, the ring finger of Zhang Qisheng's right hand was missing......"

Su You was shocked when he heard this, he raised his eyes and saw that the word "bitter" really still had a bit of black and purple that was not Zhu Feimo, and he was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand on his feet, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the pillar beside him.

Rob didn't care and said: "Although the prefect's methods are a little more vicious, but if it weren't for that, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to force such a good word." This chapter of Qisheng can be immortalized with this one word alone, if he is just a mediocre and mediocre county magistrate for a lifetime, who can remember him? Therefore, success or failure, sometimes it is just a thought. Nephew Wang, such a good word, although I Rob is a little reluctant, but as long as you want ......"

Su You stretched out his hand to stop, then closed his lips tightly and walked towards the outside of the warehouse with a pale face.

Rob was greatly disappointed when he saw this, he originally thought that there were always a few treasures he had hidden here that Su You could see, but he didn't mean to accept them at all.

In his opinion, treasures are treasures, and those who paint and write are just destined, so why care too much? What's more, they don't know how lucky they are compared to ordinary people who don't do anything all their lives, at least as long as there are calligraphy and paintings, they will not be forgotten.

However, calligraphy and painting aside, the biggest purpose of pulling Su You to this Thorn Rock City right now is to please him, and now seeing that his favorite calligraphy and painting are not satisfactory, how can this be good?