The shopkeeper was full of spring breeze smiles, leading Chu Qi into a shop, the outside of which is gray bricks and blue tiles, simple and unpretentious, and the upper and lower couplets are placed on both sides of the courtyard: "The gentleman flowers bloom for the gentleman, and the orchid heart grass grows Hui Lanxin", and the central plaque reads three big characters: "Junzi Xuan". Chu Qi tasted it carefully, then smiled, and secretly thought that this store was a bit lonely.

"Childe, please. Chu Qi nodded slightly and walked into the courtyard.

The walls of the shop are decorated with green bamboo, and there are also a large number of orchids and plum blossom potted plants.

On the desk leaning against the wall, like a peacock opening the screen, there are folding fans that are unfolded one by one, all kinds of rare and exotic wood are bones, gold wire borders, and jade inlays. Chu Qi did not have the habit of using a folding fan, and he was not careful about the materials, so he swept the Mobao Danqing of the folding fan, and suddenly felt tasteless.

There are countless people in the shop, and seeing this guest, he doesn't appreciate it carefully, his face is flat, his heart is slightly chuckled, and he hurriedly beckons Chu Qi to the second floor.

"This son, this second floor is the place where my gentleman is famous, and you will definitely be satisfied. ”

Chu Qi looked around and couldn't help but wonder. The goods displayed on the second floor are indeed not as bells and whistles as the first floor, and there are a few more years of sedimentation, and its pen and ink Danqing can indeed be called the top grade, not falling into the reputation of a famous artist, but compared to everyone, there is still a gap of 108,000 miles; This folding fan is sold as a charm, and the merchant really does everything.

"Childe... You see... Do you still see this?"

"Hmm..." Chu Qi pondered for a moment, he was not interested in whitewashed things such as folding fans, but when he heard that there were authentic works of painting immortals, he just entered the courtyard, so he said: "Didn't you say that there is a painting immortal ink treasure, take a look." ”

"Uh..."The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said, "Please wait a while, I'll go and ask the shopkeeper." ”

At tea time, the shopkeeper returned and said, "Son, please move upstairs to the elegant seat." ”

The two walked into the side room, and a middle-aged man with black beard in a plain robe sat upright, quite like a fairy spirit. The shopkeeper served good tea, Chu Qi nodded and thanked him, and took two sips.

"This son, how is this tea?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Hehe..." Chu Qi chuckled twice and said: "The shopkeeper is smiling, this tea is certainly a good tea, but I don't know the tea ceremony, so I can't taste it." ”

"Hmph..."The shopkeeper snorted lightly without a trace, and said, "I heard that the calligraphy and ink treasures in this store are not in the eyes of the son?"

"What's the matter, but I heard the store say that there are real works of painting immortals, so I look forward to seeing one or two. ”

"Childe is true, although this folding fan is the treasure of the town store, but if the price is in place, it can still be a favor in the next place, but I don't know Childe... Can you afford this price? ”

"Oh, I don't know how much the real painting immortal works sell?" Chu Qi asked with a chuckle.

The shopkeeper stretched out a finger and wrote a word.

"One... A thousand taels?"

"Hahaha..."The shopkeeper raised his head and laughed, blowing his beard into the sky, "Childe is really good at laughing, at least 100,000 taels!"

Chu Qi was secretly funny, and said in his heart that the shopkeeper's sky-high asking price did not make a draft, and did not talk about the price, and he didn't see a single word, so he didn't say it clearly: Your Excellency can't afford it, so don't look at it.

Chu Qi stood up after hearing this, and arched his hand: "This folding fan is too precious, I can't afford it, so I won't look at it, bother, and say goodbye!"

"Don't send it!" The shopkeeper didn't get up, said with a smile, and gave the shopkeeper a look.

Chu Qi slowly walked down the second floor, listening to the sound of footsteps, "Childe, please stay, Childe, please stay." ”

"What's going on with the shop. ”

"Our shopkeeper just said, meeting is fate, the son is interested in painting the real works of immortals, don't take it out to appreciate it, it's too unkind, that... The price is negotiable..."

"Just take a look, it doesn't hurt. ”

"Just take a look, just take a look, if the son is not satisfied, the store will not force the purchase and sale. ”

The two returned to the private room, and the shopkeeper stood up, changed his indifferent attitude, and said sincerely: "I am really confused just now, this fan has been dusted for a long time, and I have the fate to meet the heroes and talents, when we share such wonderful things, come, please take a look." The shopkeeper couldn't help but say, and stuffed the fan in the box into Chu Qi's hand, Chu Qi didn't think much about it, and opened it with a bang.

This fan is made of good materials, thick and round, but there is no rune burning, and the value must be greatly reduced. Chu Qi has never seen Fengxiao Danqing, but this fan is painted, in vain, without its meaning, according to the script, plain, unremarkable, really a little insulting to this excellent shape. The painting is the first snow and cold plum, and a few sentences in the book: "Counting the calyx at the beginning of the snow, it is difficult to paint a lonely standard." There is a rhyme in the incense, and the clear is not cold. ”

Chu Qi nodded slightly, the shopkeeper saw this, secretly rejoiced in his heart, smiled and brushed his thin beard, where did he think that Chu Qi saw the sentence "The lone standard painting is difficult", and he deeply agreed, which means: You Chu Xue Yongmei painted so badly, and you also know that "the painting is difficult". After looking at the pen and ink, Chu Qi could tell at a glance that it was not the true work of Fengxiao at all, and he really insulted the name of the painting fairy, and when he looked down, the red engraving read: "Painting Immortal", and he couldn't help laughing.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly and asked, "Dare to ask Childe, what's wrong with this Mobao?"

Chu Qi pursed his lips, forced a smile, waved his hand and said, "There is nothing wrong, nothing wrong, it's just that this fan is too precious, and it is really difficult to bear it." ”

Fengxiao is a person, indifferent to fame and fortune, pure heart and few desires, only with calligraphy and painting as a companion, if you want to keep a book, where will you deliberately leave a name, not to mention stamping with "painting immortals", it is really a big joke in the world, and Chu Qi can't help but laugh out loud.

"Alas... Gongzi's words are serious, Your Excellency is Xuanang, it is really the dragon and phoenix among people, the so-called treasure gift gentleman, in terms of price, it can be cheaper. ”

"Oh, I don't know what a cheap way to do it?"

The shopkeeper held out another finger.

"One... 10,000 taels?"

"Alas... Only one thousand taels are needed, and the Danqing Mobao of the fairy is drawn, and the son can be invited back immediately. ”

Chu Qi touched his nose and sighed secretly, if it was really written by Fengxiao, he would have to think of a way to say a thousand taels, even ten thousand taels, but now this pseudo-painting immortal book is worthless in his own eyes, to borrow Shen Tang's words, that is: The Dragon King on the Rotten Banqiao is not a good thing!

The shopkeeper observed his words and looks, and saw that Chu Qi was hesitant, and secretly thought that this kid would not even have a thousand taels.

"Thank you for the kindness of the shopkeeper, I am shy in my lower pocket, and I am really blessed. ”

"Alas, let's do it, meeting is fate, Childe will say a price. ”

"It's... Still not, thanks to the shopkeeper's kindness. Chu Qixin said that one or two pieces of silver were too much, which called him how to make a price, so he returned the folding fan to the shopkeeper.

"Farewell!"

"Wait!" the shopkeeper said in a fierce voice: "Look at what you have done, make my fan like this!" After speaking, he opened the folding fan, only to see a few more gray stains on the snow-white fan surface.

"Someone's coming!" Several big men suddenly broke in outside the door, Kong Wu was powerful, and stared at Chu Qi with bad intentions.

"If you don't hand over a thousand taels of silver today, don't think about walking out of the store!"

Chu Qi touched his nose and said, "You Junzixuan are not very gentlemanly, take a fake painting immortal ink treasure to bluff me." ”

The shopkeeper's heart chuckled, and he said: "Hugh wants to spew blood, my folding fan Mobao Danqing is the book of the painting fairy, there is no doubt that you have soiled our treasure fan, how can we sell it to other guests." ”

"You are cheating in the North Dao Pavilion of Hongjun City, so you are not afraid of smashing your own signboard?"

The shopkeeper was terrified, and his heart said yes, the painting fairy ink treasure can be said to have no heirloom at all, no one can distinguish the authenticity or not, he invited a famous artist, and boasted that he did not leak; I don't want this kid to be in, but I know the truth and falsehood, how can his identity be uncertain; less money is a small matter, and it is a small matter to smash the signboard, if it is a big matter to provoke someone who can't be provoked, it will be a big matter, and his brain is hot, and he will use his past habits for the North Dao Pavilion business, which is a big bad thing, but he is ready to fly, how can this be good.

"The shopkeeper, everything is a misunderstanding, it's better to turn this matter into a jade silk, and turn a big thing into a small thing, so forget it. ”