At first glance, this painting does not seem to be too unusual, it is only a scene of a family greeting their relatives, although the picture is very lively, but there is no artistic conception in the slightest.

"This painting is very ordinary, not from the hands of a famous artist, let alone a famous painting, and even without a signature on it, if its age is not in the Ming Dynasty, it may not be worth anything. Seeing Xuan Yan's gaze fall on the painting, Feng Yuzhi smiled and introduced him.

"This is supposed to be a painting from the Ming Dynasty, and it doesn't have much value, the only thing worth noting is probably that it is very well preserved. Feng Yuzhi continued.

Xuan Yan nodded and looked at the door of the family in the painting.

There is a couplet in front of the door, the upper couplet reads: Pulsatilla morning glory ploughs the land, and the lower couplet is: Heavenly fairy acacia with matchmaker.

This couplet is also more interesting, the family that married must be a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Feng Yuzhi said again, she felt that the reason why this painting attracted Xuan Yan should be because of the couplet in front of the door.

is also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Xuan Yan must have a deep impression of this couplet.

Xuan Yan nodded again, Feng Yuzhi guessed correctly, what attracted his attention to this painting was indeed this couplet in front of the door, but it was not the content of the couplet, but the handwriting that wrote this couplet!

Xuan Yan does not know much about painting, but he is very sensitive to handwriting, and his own handwriting is extraordinary.

In the sixteen small characters of this couplet, Xuan Yan felt a sense of indifference, a sense of detachment, and a strong sense of wind and dust.

"This is the handwriting of Li Shizhen, the god of medicine!" It was just a moment, and Xuan Yan already had a judgment in his heart.

Xuan Yan did not understand pharmacology, and he had not studied the god of medicine's book "Compendium of Materia Medica", but he had personally read the "Pulse Science of the Lake" left by Li Shizhen, the god of medicine.

What he looked at was not the version that was circulated in the present world, nor the reprinted version, but the version written by Li Shizhen, the god of medicine, word by word!

This is also thanks to the old man of their family, when the old man took him to the Chinese Medical Center in the capital to apply for the qualification certificate of a virtuous doctor, he begged for this book from Li Mengyao's hand.

Xuan Yan was only fortunate enough to watch it for three days, and in three days, he didn't even remember one-tenth of the content of "The Science of the Pulse of the Lake", but he remembered the handwriting of Li Shizhen, the god of medicine!

Seeing the handwriting of the God of Medicine again, Xuan Yan's expression was a little dazed, he could be sure that this painting was definitely not as ordinary as Feng Yuzhi said!

Maybe it is not from the hand of a famous painter, but it should be the true work of Li Shizhen, the god of medicine!

"The God of Medicine is not good at painting, even if he wants to paint, he mostly paints medicinal herbs to help future generations identify them, so why did he leave such a painting?" Xuan Yan frowned slightly, with doubts in his heart, to carefully examine every detail in the painting.

Upon closer inspection, Xuan Yan quickly saw the difference.

The grass and trees in the painting seem to have a deep meaning, and their shapes are not illusory at all, but unusually real.

Moreover, the plants and trees that appear in the painting have many different habits, and it is impossible for them to grow together!

As the god of medicine who knows the most about medicinal herbs in the history of China, Li Shizhen should not make such a mistake when painting.

"Unless—" A knowing smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Xuan Yan's mouth, "unless this is not a painting at all, but a prescription!"

Thinking of this, Xuan Yan's eyes contracted violently, and a roar came out of his mind.

"Passed down the world - prescription!"

Xuan Yan suddenly realized that what was in front of him was indeed not a painting, but a prescription left by Li Shizhen, the god of medicine!

There are many rumors about the God of Medicine, about the prescription of the hand-me-down, some people say that the God of Medicine is not dead, he, like the other three generations of divine doctors, has already gone to the outside of the world, and some people say that the God of Medicine has long been dead, lying in the tomb of the God of Medicine in his hometown.

But regardless of whether the God of Medicine dies or not, one thing is certain - the God of Medicine has left a legacy on Earth!

His inheritance is not his disciple, not his protégé, not his descendants, and not the epic divine book he wrote, but the secret realm of divine doctors!

No one knows where the secret realm of the divine doctor is. However, there is a generally accepted saying, and that is the heirloom prescription.

It is rumored that the god of medicine has left nine heirloom prescriptions in the world, and each of these nine heirloom prescriptions has the miraculous effect of the flesh and bones of the living and dead.

In addition, the heirloom prescription is also related to the secret realm of the medicine god Li Shizhen!

It is rumored that as long as you can collect these nine heirloom prescriptions, you can make the secret realm of divine doctors appear, and those who enter the secret realm of divine doctors can get the inheritance of the god of medicine and become the fifth generation of divine doctors in the world!

In other words, the heirloom prescription, in addition to its own miraculous effects, is also the key to entering the secret realm of the divine doctor!

Rao is Xuanyan has always been indifferent, but at this moment, facing the heirloom prescription, he couldn't help but breathe rapidly, and a strong light erupted in his eyes.

"If you want him, I want him!" Xuan Yan took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of emotions in her heart, and said very indifferently on the surface.

But no matter how indifferent, his voice at this time couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This tremor can't be heard by others, but Leng Qingxuan, who knows him very well, can feel the excitement in his heart.

"Want him, Xiaoyan, this painting is really worthless, how could you want him?" Feng Yuzhi asked suspiciously when she heard Xuan Yan's words.

She made it very clear to Xuan Yan that this painting came from the folk of the Ming Dynasty, and there was no other collection value except that it was old and well-preserved.

It can be said that among all the collections of Song Yi, this painting is the least valuable.

Not to mention that it is worthless, no one necessarily wants it, once Song Yi gave this painting to the Provincial Museum in Gan Province, and the museum people accepted it, but they never exhibited it.

It's really too rough for this painting, if it paints everything like grass and trees very real, but in terms of customs, this painting is not obvious, and even after looking at it for a long time, you will feel that the people and things in this painting have a strong sense of illusion.

Even the last bit of its historical research value has been ruthlessly stripped away.

Song Yi saw that the people in the museum didn't pay attention to this painting at all, and in distress, he bought it back, and then he put it away, if it wasn't for today's special exhibition, Song Yi would not have displayed it.

Even if it is displayed, the treatment of this painting is also the worst, most of Song Yi's other collections are locked in the exhibition case, Xuan Yan and others can see it, but they can't touch it, but this painting is just hanging on one side of the wall without any obstruction......

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