Out of curiosity, Xiao Jiansheng was eager to take a look at the scroll of the buried mountains and rivers.

After a while, he walked straight towards the "Spring Breeze Moon Willow", but as soon as he took a few steps, he found a pair of vigilant eyes looking him up and down, left and right.

He took two more steps forward, and finally couldn't stand the forced gaze of the eyes, turned around and walked away, and left the side street as if he had fled.

At the entrance of the street, Xiao Jiansheng asked passers-by about the general location of Qingma Street, which is located in the north-east direction of Longyan City, if you take a car or ride a horse, it only takes half a day, and it is difficult to estimate it if you rely on your legs alone, so the old man said at that time.

Xiao Jiansheng thought about it and decided to go to Qingma Street first to see if Dong Ji's blacksmith shop was closed as Yuzhuo said.

Although it is late autumn, there is no wind in the city, and it still looks warm.

Xiao Jiansheng walked straight north through a blue brick alley mixed with teahouses, restaurants, and inns, and then turned into a very spacious street, with a very eye-catching street sign "Shengping Street" on the side of the street.

Shengping Street is specialized in calligraphy and painting, antiquities, bookstore, occasionally there are a few small archways dedicated to writing complaints and letters on behalf of people, so the whole street seems to be rich in ink, and the people who flow on the street are mostly some elegant people, they stop or look or talk naturally revealing a decadent taste.

Almost half an hour later, Xiao Jiansheng stopped in front of a street stall.

The street stalls are already crowded with all kinds of people, who seem to be commenting and arguing about a high-quality work of art.

Although I can't see the original style, but after the Tang Xin girl's skillful sketching, it is also very collectible, and the old man is willing to spend more than ten taels of silver to collect this burial mountain and river scroll. ”

"Boss Wei's words are a bit strong, just ten taels of silver junior brother also came out, I have an extra fifteen taels of silver to buy this masterpiece, if you want to see, you can go to the teahouse opened by the contemptible people, while drinking fragrant tea, while tasting the funeral mountains and rivers, isn't it happy?"

Suddenly, a white-haired old man with a dragon's head crutches poked his crutches into the ground and said to everyone: "I can't help it, just now the girl who had 'Spring Breeze and Moon Willow' sold a pair of dollars for a lot of money, that was to attract those sons and daughters who were generous, you Boss Feng can't be so campy, in the old man's opinion, let's still rely on Miss Tang, she said that whoever she sells is who, don't bully people with money, believe it or not, the old man will buy your teahouse?"

The owner of the teahouse surnamed Feng glanced at the old man's slightly angry face, and began to bow his head to taste the painting, and said nothing.

Xiao Jiansheng slowly approached the crowd, his clear eyes passed through the gap between the heads, and he saw a year square twenty-eight woman leaning over the table to concentrate on the outline, the jade bowl was turned, and a delicate, dense and fine walk on the familiar silk in Qian's hand, and the slender and curved willow eyebrows of the woman called Tang Xin were sometimes slightly wrinkled with the brush, and sometimes lightly picked.

At this moment, Tang Xin sighed lightly, as if he was a little disturbed by these onlookers, so he raised his head to look at everyone, and those peach blossom eyes happened to be right with Xiao Jiansheng.

Tang Xin smiled gently, avoiding Xiao Jiansheng's face and whispered softly to everyone: "On the day the original of the burial mountains and rivers was born, my grandfather was admitted to the palace to appreciate it, Tang Xin was fortunate to follow my grandfather to see its charm, this burial mountains and rivers map is all copied from memory, and it can't go to the court, so you don't need to fight, Tang Xin has an idea, you might as well listen to it, who can tell the reason for this, this woman is willing to give this painting to him for free." ”

As soon as Tang Xin finished speaking, it caused a thunderous applause, some people can't afford to buy the silver taels, how can they not be excited?

At this time, Tang Xin's picture of the burial mountains and rivers was almost taking shape, and only a little bit of the pen was left.

"It's quite the style of the Tang family, so it's very good, let me talk about it first. ”

A fat middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd, knocked on the desk with his thick fingers, and said loudly: "The woman in the painting has a bewitching figure, looking at the dilapidated mountains and rivers in the distance, which is really expressing sentimental feelings." ”

Then someone said: "Judging from the clothes of the woman in the painting, this woman is not from my Western Wilderness, but like the girl who is in the depths of the sky." ”

"The beauty of this woman is that she is just a side face, in my opinion, I can't interpret much from this alone, but ...... Even with the side face, this appearance is a bit eye-catching. ”

"The old man also has this intention, but why is it purple on this day, not blue, and not red, this is worth speculating, could it be that the blind man dyed the wrong ink?"

......

Everyone said their own words, each insisted on one word, Tang Xin always smiled and did not speak, everyone could see that these boastful words did not speak to her heart.

Time passed quickly, the sun had set to the west, but the crowd of people who surrounded it only increased, and there was a great sense that the painting did not recognize the Lord, and the crowd did not disperse.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng bypassed the desk, carefully studied the picture of the buried mountains and rivers waiting for Mo Gan from Tang Xin's perspective, and carefully tasted the picture from right to left.

The whole painting is dominated by desolate mountains and rivers, gravel, wild grasses, few exotic flowers and white-haired women looking up at the sky, giving people a sense of despair and vicissitudes of beauty. The woman's waist-length white hair dances in the wind, her hair is scattered, a white dress is bloodstained, tightly wrapped in an extremely graceful and delicate body, which is very touching, and at the same time, the picture gives people a suffocating sense of movement, but the woman in the painting is constantly looking at people with her face, and her arms are not naturally falling, so the highlight of the whole painting is on the side face of the white-haired woman.

Taking advantage of the time when others swallowed saliva to moisten their throats, Xiao Jiansheng said: "All the elders are people with unique eyes, and a seat has benefited the younger generations a lot, the kid thinks that the painting is both a burial of mountains and rivers, then its main theme should start from the tragedy, the mountains and rivers are broken, where does the homeland exist, and the burial of mountains and rivers means that the lives are ruined, the people are homeless, there is no one to live in, the woman is looking forward to the return of her husband, and the family is looking forward to the return of her son, so in my opinion, the woman in this painting looks desolate, in fact, it is also in this list." ”

Tang Xin glanced at Xiao Jiansheng for the second time, and said softly, "Go on." ”

There were also many people in the crowd who looked at Xiao Jiansheng with solemn expressions, waiting for him to continue, but a few people who had a fierce dispute just now looked frivolous.

Xiao Jiansheng chuckled at everyone: "The woman in the painting is indeed dressed as a Fengtian person, her feet are not solid among the flowers and plants, and the delicate brushwork here is not a mistake by the original author, but the woman is a cultivator." ”

The crowd was silent, and a few people nodded frequently, as if they suddenly realized.

Xiao Jiansheng continued: "Although the woman in the painting only has a side face, it is not difficult to see that her appearance is extremely extreme, especially those eyes, the weight of the pen is deplorable, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a city and a country, it is rare in the world, the fly in the ointment is the early gray hair, I guess it is trapped by love, and there are thousands of complexes in the heart." ”

Tang Xin suddenly turned his face to look at Xiao Jiansheng, and said hurriedly: "Why?"

Xiao Jiansheng came from one side of Tang Xin to the other, his nose was full of fragrance, and he only noticed Tang Xin's dress and appearance at this time, belonging to the kind of legendary idle boudoir, who can dance with long sleeves, can afford to hold a paintbrush, can play strings, and can fall into black and white piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Xiao Jiansheng looked at Tang Xin's pen and said: "The woman's white hair is like that? ”

It was getting dark, and it may have been that some people began to dissipate their frustration.

Tang Xin listened to Xiao Jiansheng's detailed comments, while packing up the brushes, papers, etc., after the desk was cleaned up, he carefully rolled up the picture of the buried mountains and rivers that he had just drawn, tied it with a ribbon, and handed it to Xiao Jiansheng generously.

Xiao Jiansheng was a little surprised, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The old man on crutches smiled at this time: "The girl of the family gave it with her heart, but you kid should express it." ”

Xiao Jiansheng smiled at Tang Xin and nodded, carefully took the scroll in his hand, looked at the sky, and was about to turn around and leave to find a cheap inn to stay, at this moment, Tang Xin suddenly said: "Son, please stay." ”

Xiao Jiansheng turned around in shock, clutching the scroll of burial mountains and rivers tightly in his hand.

Tang Xin chuckled and said, "Tang Xin has the courage to be the second master for his grandfather, can you invite your son to the mansion?"

What's going on?

Tang Xin wants to introduce this poor sour boy home to see Tang's family?

For a while, everyone thought they had heard it wrong, but looking at Miss Tang Xin's serious and serious face, they couldn't fake it.