Ancient Street, No. 32, the gate is closed.

Spring.

After evening, it gets dark.

In the inner courtyard, a white-haired old man walked back and forth, his eyes full of doubts.

"Who the hell is that young man? How did you get to know the old man? Over the years, the old man has always been closed to no customers, and even many neighbors in the ancient street do not know that the old man is still alive...... And I've never seen that man......"

He muttered softly.

"That painting...... What's going on? Could it be that he is the descendant who painted with his master at the beginning? ”

Between the eyebrows, thoughtful.

"Also, what are the old man and that young man talking about?"

As he said this, he looked up from time to time in the direction of the small wooden door...... But without the old man to speak, he didn't have the courage to go in.

……

in the gallery.

The light was dim, Wang Xiu's hands trembled, and he lit a few candles, illuminating the place extremely brightly.

Ye Bei stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the painting in front of him, Wang Xiu was on the side, quietly studying the ink.

...... in the picture

A few small mansions in disrepair, a few dead trees that have just sprouted, and a few ancients who are busy.

When looking at this painting, Ye Bei's thoughts drifted away leisurely.

Mansion, study......

A boy is gently grinding ink on the side, and his movements are serious and meticulous.

A young man in a long shirt sat at a desk, holding a brush, with handsome eyebrows and an indifferent face.

Pen.

Word fall......

Line after line!

Those words, the style is peaceful and natural, the gestures are euphemistic and subtle, beautiful and beautiful, as if they were born with a sense of perfection.

"Sir! What are you writing about? ”

The boy stopped, and when he saw Ye Bei put away his pen, he asked curiously, he could still recognize very few words.

"Lan Tingxu!"

The young man in the long shirt spoke, his voice indifferent.

"Sir! That's a pretty word...... In the future, I want to write such beautiful words too! The boy's voice was full of appreciation and awe.

The young man in the long shirt put away the word and muttered softly: "This word will be given to you!" ”

"Really?" The boy was overjoyed.

"Hmm!" The young man in the long shirt nodded, with a little interest, and said lightly: "Behind this word, there is another painting...... I'll give it to you today! ”

"Thank you, master, I'll study ink for my master!" The boy was overjoyed.

While studying the ink carefully, he looked at Ye Bei's painting seriously......

It is a story of the meeting of the winding water, with Ye Bei's elegant movements, stroke by stroke, as time goes by, the boy is more and more surprised, the middle of the picture is secluded and secluded, the forest is lush and the bamboo is cultivated, and the environment is quiet!

The trees, buildings, and characters are all extremely exquisite!

When the whole picture is over, it is elegant in the splendid subtlety, showing the green landscape with an extremely real picture.

"Master, this painting is so beautiful, just looking at it, it seems that you can hear the sound of mountain streams and flowing water, the incitement of bamboo leaves, as if the whole person is integrated into this painting, and it is extremely quiet!"

Ye Bei stopped writing, and the boy expressed his thoughts completely.

"This painting is with Lan Tingxu! I will give it to you today......"

Ye Bei's expression was indifferent, he glanced at it slightly, and casually gave the painting to the boy.

"Thank you for the reward, I will not disappoint the master in the future......" The boy took it, as if he had been treasured.

Many years later, this boy made great achievements in the world of calligraphy, and later generations called him the 'Saint of Calligraphy'.

A book of Lanting set preface, the furnace is perfect, and the pen is three points!

But that painting is nowhere to be seen, and in later generations, people often copy it according to their fantasies.

Boy!

The name Xizhi, the surname Wang, the Han nationality, the word Yi Shao, the number is Zhai!

"It's a pity!"

After a long time, Ye Bei came back to his senses, sighed lightly in his mouth, and his eyes were gloomy.

Wang Xiu was on the side, and when he heard this voice, he spoke: "Guest officer! The world only knows that Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to the Orchid Pavilion, but they don't know that he also made a painting for him himself...... It's a pity, it's been too long, and no one knows where that painting went! Now this painting was purchased by the ancestors with a lot of money, and it was made by later generations according to the order! ”

"Hmm!"

Ye Bei hummed lightly.

The truth, he didn't intend to tell......

Whether it is the preface of the Lan Pavilion or the painting, the real work has never been Wang Xizhi, but he Ye Bei!

It's just that he is eternal, not for fame or profit, and has done a lot of things in the future to cover everything up.

"Guest officer, the ink has been polished!" Wang Xiu's voice muttered.

Ye Bei picked up a brush from the table, stepped forward, and dipped it in ink.

Then, he found a piece of paper cloth, put it on a wooden board, looked indifferent, and sat upright at the table, moving gracefully.

Pen!

Word ......

Wang Xiu on the side, leaning over his body, looked at it seriously.

"Lan Tingxu!"

When the three words Lan Tingxu appeared, Wang Xiu's face was shocked, and his pupils continued to expand.

Those three words, vigorous and powerful, full of the vicissitudes of time, if it is not for the ink is new, it is definitely more real than the real thing!

Time passes......

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes have passed!

Click!

Put the pen down, the word is done!

A brand new orchid pavilion is a collection of prefaces!

I took the paper cloth away, didn't even look at it, put it aside, picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and spread a piece of paper cloth again...... This time, Ye Bei is painting!

Green mountains and clear waters, lush forests and bamboos......

The outline of that painting became clearer and clearer.

Next to him, Wang Xiu's body was already sluggish...... Those eyes were full of incredulity and shock.

"Guest! That's ...... The authentic handiwork of the preface drawing of the Rantei set? ”

When Ye Bei put down the pen again, Wang Xiu couldn't help it, his voice trembled, he stepped forward, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the painting...... His dry eyes brightened, and his voice was even more excited and excited.

"Authentic? If you think so, that's ......"

Ye Bei threw the brush aside, left the table with his negative hand, and stood quietly in the gallery, continuing to admire the paintings hanging on the wall, his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest wave.

But...... Wang Xiu couldn't calm down at this time.

The rickety, old body, quickly picked up the two pieces of paper......

Regardless of whether Ye Bei was next to him, he found a magnifying glass and looked at it seriously by candlelight.

In the gallery, there was silence again.

Whew......

Wang Xiu's heavy inhalation could only be heard occasionally.

Long......

Wang Xiu raised his head, his body was a little sore, and his hand holding the magnifying glass couldn't stop trembling.

"Guest! You...... Have you ever met with Old Ancestor Zhai? ”

The voice was very soft, with hesitation, and with a little expectation, the address to Ye Bei also became 'you'.

"Hmm!"

Ye Bei hummed lightly, which was an answer.

"Then ......" Wang Xiu wanted to ask something.

Ye Bei didn't wait for him to finish speaking, but continued leisurely: "He used to be my scholar!" ”

Wang Xiu's hand holding the paper cloth slowly let go, and in the gallery, the needle fell silently!

(I don't know what's going on, I wrote this book recently, and I feel like the whole person is fluttering, I have no desires, I have seen through everything, I don't think about eating, I don't want to eat, I don't feel like I have any appetite...... I just want to be like the protagonist in the book, find a small shop, paint during the day, watch the starry sky at night, wait for a strange and familiar old man, nothing can cause inner turmoil! So I can't catch up with the update.,There's still a chapter.,Send it around eight o'clock in the morning.,Everyone get up and read it again! I'll continue to cultivate immortals first, and I don't even think much about asking for recommendation votes...... Alas!! Look at it! ）